STILL YOURS
CHAPTER 2
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A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than the last one. I can't promise longer chapters in the future, but I will sure try to make some. I wrote this in just a day, so I guess that's a pretty good excuse for having a short chapter. Haha.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the seatbelt light is now on—please take your seat as we are ready for landing. Thank you."
The intercom announced throughout the whole plane. We were seated at the first class, because Hotaru insisted, and said that she wanted only the best.
We looked out the plane's window, and we finally saw the bright city lights of Japan. They were absolutely beautiful from up the clouds.
"Are you ready?" Hotaru asks, looking at me with a worried expression.
"Ready as I'll ever be. Plus, your boyfriend would be picking us up from the airport. That, I'm excited for."
"Shut up."
We felt the plane shift a little as the pilots are carefully landing the huge metal bird we are riding.
"Oh, before I completely forget, what was that interview about when we were leaving your apartment?" Hotaru asks again, eyeing my every move.
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Love.
It was just a single word, yet it gave off so much emotion, so much meaning. Mikan couldn't define the word love now, though. But before, whenever the word love was mentioned, she would get this love-y feeling. She defined it as something so precious. It's something that couldn't be beaten by any other emotion. It was true, indeed. Yet, there was something missing. She could define the word love, but she didn't know what or how it feels like. Until he came along. The boy with red ruby eyes, and jet black hair.
He meant the world to her. They practically did everything together. They acted as if they were the only ones in the world. That no one would break them apart.
Mikan's heart shattered after the next few months.
He stopped texting, calling, noticing her. He wouldn't answer his phone every time she would call or message. He suddenly disappeared into thin air. He suddenly shut her out of his life.
After promising her that he would wait forever and a day.
Bullshit. Plain ol' bullshit.
"We're leaving, Mikan!" Hotaru shouted from the living room. "I'm leaving without you if you don't come out within ten seconds."
Hearing that, she rushed out my bedroom, her luggage following suit, where her impatient best friend was waiting for her by the main door, her luggage near her small figure.
"Geez, Hotaru. All I need was a few more minutes to get ready!"
"We're going to be late for our flight," her cold-hearted best friend plainly says.
As they exited Mikan's apartment, they were greeted by a few reporters throwing a bunch of different questions at them. And being the good famous fashion designer Mikan is, she gladly stopped to answer a few of the reporters questions, while Hotaru just continued walking past them.
"Miss Yukihara, we've heard that you're going back to Japan. And there are rumors that you will be doing a fashion show there, is that true?" A reporter with blonde hair and pink highlights asks.
"We are still planning whether or not we would do a fashion show there showcasing my new line, since Hotaru and I will be having a long vacation there." Mikan answered her with a smile.
"Mikan, over here!" A reporter near the first one shouted. "Do you know the famous model Luna Koizumi?"
"I'm sorry, L-Luna what? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with her or her work."
"Well, we've heard that she is dating the new CEO of the Hyuuga Corp., Natsume Hyuuga," the reporter with red hair explained. The name she mentioned made Mikan's eyes widen. Her heart practically stopped. "And she said in a recent interview that she would love working with you if ever you do a fashion show in Japan. She's an absolute fan of your work!"
Ah.
"Well, if ever we do plan on putting up a fashion show, I would love to meet her and work with her."
"One last question Miss Sakura," the same reporter with blonde hair and pink highlights voiced, "What is your relationship with the famous Natsume Hyuuga? Was there a history or is there a now?" Mikan froze at her question and at the name she just voiced out. After a few moments; she laughed and smiled at her.
"Natsume Hyuuga? Well, he's a common friend of Hotaru and I. We've known each other since we were kids, and I'm happy with what he has reached so far. We went out, but we didn't last long. It's more of a tragic story than a happy ever after," she giggled. Mikan has always liked fairytales, especially those that end with Happy ever after. "And besides, I hear he already has a girlfriend."
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"The interview? Maybe they wanted a new scoop and decided to ask us because we're going away."
"Not the part about the fashion show, dummy. The part about the boy-who-shall-not-be-named," Hotaru looked at Mikan straight in the eye. "I thought you weren't mentioning him or your past ever again?"
"Well, to be honest, I wasn't ready to answer anything related to Natsume, but I couldn't just leave that question unanswered. It would cause a ruckus and reporters would be bugging me—us, about that subject." Mikan avoided Hotaru's amethyst orbs, "He's moved on already. And I did too. I'm just not ready for the entire Natsume-Mikan thing again."
Mikan closed her eyes. She suddenly remembered how Natsume looked like before she left Japan. She remembered how she sent him a letter, containing the address of her design school, and where she would stay while she's in New York. The letter also contains where they would meet up before her flight.
She waited for him for two hours in the freezing weather, by the park bench, before she decided he wouldn't show up and she left crying.
After that day, she swore to herself that she would show him what he could have had. Show him what he's missing out on. Hotaru taught her to be stronger and wiser about everything. She owes everything that she is now, to her best friend, Hotaru. The one person who stuck around, comforting her during her greatest downfall; the person who witnessed and cheered on her on her greatest achievements. She wouldn't be where she is right now, without the person sitting next to her.
They once again looked out the plane's window, and saw that they were already near the airport just waiting for the pilots to perfect the plane's landing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached Tokyo, Japan. The weather outside is 39*F or 4*C. I hope you enjoyed flying with us. Please enjoy your stay, and welcome to Japan."
We're here.
We're finally here.
There's no going back now.
The time to face the past once again, is just outside of those gates.