Chapter 2: Horrible First Day
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Mikan got up slowly from bed only to find herself in a vaguely familiar room: black carpet, crimson walls, and except for the white furniture, it seemed like she was back at home. She looked around and saw that the bed she was in wasn't the same as her bed at home. She couldn't remember anything except...
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She kept walking without looking at where she was headed to until...
WHAM!
She LITERALLY walked into a tree and banged her head. Unfortunately, she was only feet away from Natsume Hyuuga.
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Her auburn orbs widened in shock as she desperately looked around at the room for someone, praying and holding on to dear life that it wasn't who she thought it was. She heard mild rustles from the door to her left and just wondered: how big is this room exactly?
It was when she got off the bed that she noticed her head was heavily bandaged. She tried to walk steadily but her head was still dizzy from the hit, until she dropped to the floor.
From the door came the man who she was hoping wasn't him.
"Baka! Get up, ichigo-kara! You're still weak, running into a tree like that..."
Although his voice was cold, a hint of concern was clear. She closed her eyes in prayer and just fainted on Natsume's arms again.
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The next thing she knew, she was in bed with someone she barely even knew. (A.N.nope.there are absolutely NO lemons here.:))Her dress was changed into an overlarge t-shirt and jersey shorts. She was already shocked enough with her apparel and to add up to that was the fact that she was currently beside the man she was dying to kill: Natsume Hyuuga.
Her mouth screamed bloody murder and Natsume suddenly jerked awake and covered Mikan's mouth with his hands.
"Geesh! Can't you stay quiet even for just a few minutes?!" he slurred, obviously still sleepy.
"You-! How-?! NO!" she said, stuttering just like before.
"I did not change your clothes. Imai did," he said still in a vague voice.
Imai. That name rung a bell in Mikan's thoughts. Imai...no, it can't be...
"What's her name again?" she asked Natsume.
"Imai. Imai Hotaru," was his lazy reply.
"No way..."
"You know her, youjo?"
"I don't just know her, she's my bestfriend!"
And she quickly got up from bed and ran like a child towards the door and ran out the corridor. Natsume's eyes widened in shock at what the idiot did again. She didn't even know this place yet, and all she had ever seen was this room, his room! Natsume got up, not minding that he was wearing plain t-shirts and boxer shorts and just put on his bathrobe and came chasing after the brunette, mentally swearing ang scolding himself for having taken the idiot into his custody. He was too soft for his own sake!
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Mikan was running along the corridors, not thinking about where she would find Hotaru's room. She went left, right, left, left, then right, and finally came to a halt at a dead end, where the only thing ahead was a window. She warily approached the window and took a peek, but then, wary turned to happy as she saw a complete view of the city rather than her view at her home.
"You idiot!" yelled an irritated voice, "running around the dormitories at this time of the hour!"
"Well, sorry! I was just so excited!" she fought back, eyes still pinned to the beautiful view. "This is so beautiful."
Natsume saw the sincerity in her eyes and for a moment took a glance out the window as well. And just as he saw the view, his eyes softened and he came beside Mikan and looked as well.
Mikan was rather taken aback by Natsume's sudden actions but enjoyed it just the same.
"I have this kind of view back at my bedroom at home, but it never got this beautiful. And I never really got to share a beautiful view with someone. Thanks for being here," she gently said to the boy beside her.
Natsume was in awe. He saw her clearly with the way she spoke to her. It was like her eyes were a passageway of who she really was. He knew she was different, but he barely knew her, andhe still had a cold facade to maintain. He could never risk himself being revealed to a person he just met.
"Mikan, right?" he asked awkwardly.
Mikan gawked. It was as if something hard entered her throat when he said her name. She didn't know why it affected her so, and as if on cue, her heart was beating faster than usual and she felt heat creeping over her cheeks.
"Yes. Why do you ask?"" she managed to utter back.
"Nothing. Do you know where your dorm is yet? I'll walk you there."
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That morning, Mikan awoke with a start as she heard her alarm clock ringing madly. She checked the time: 3 am. She felt like she had only slept for a few hours and gave her "early bird" image a rest. She went back to sleep, before she heard a voice saying,
"Geesh! You wake up early, ichigo."
"Sorry. Family habits."
And as she dropped her eyelids once more and entered the world of dreams, the dratted alarm clock rang again and to her surprise, the time was 7:05 a.m. ,which practically means she's got only 10 minutes to get dressed.
"Man, what a horrible first day this is going to be!" she yelled as she quickly put on her uniform which she hasn't seen until that morning. She quickly glanced at the uniform and said, "Classy."
She was now ready, wearing a white blouse, black blazers, and a checkered blue pleated mini-skirt that reached a few inches past halfway her thighs, and the time says 7:13. She had a mere 2 minutes to get to classes and add to that was the fact that she didn;t even know where she was headed for. She knew where the building was, but she still hasn't mastered the whole dormitory. Funny how she was able to master the schematics of a 15-storey building with almost 200 rooms and 15 convention halls and can't even remember the way to the exit of a three-storey building. She kept turning anywhere she could turn when,
BAM!
She fell butt-first on the floor and had to rub it before looking up at who she had hit, saying, "Gomenasai! Gomenasai!"
"Baka. I knew it. Polka dots today, huh?" said a cold voice. She looked up only to see none other than Natsume Hyuuga. She got up and jerked one eyebrow upwards and coldly replied, "Well, sorry, Hyuuga-san," before fully recognizing the boy's words.
"WHAT? POLKA-ICHIGO-?! HYUUGA!!"
Natsume ignored the comment on his nicknames for her.
"I told you, Mikan. It's Natsume."
"I KNOW IT'S NATSUME! NATSUME NO HENTAI!"
She left hastily in the other direction with her chin up. Natsume just smirked, but only too loudly for our brunette to hear. She quickly turned back at the boy and, rather viciously, asked,
"And what are you smirking about?"
Natsume got even more amused, though it was inwardly, of course. He just looked back at the brunette and said,
"Idiot. The exit's this way."
Mikan looked revolted.
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Mikan's thoughts...
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Okay. Seriously, this brute is really starting to annoy me! Who exactly does he think he is? And why does he think he know everything? Was it my fault that this is the first time I've ever been to this academy? Gawd, he's really irritating! And calling me Polkadots? Ichigo-kara? What on earth did I do to deserve such a treat-
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Snapping back to earth...
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WHAM!
"Owwie!" she said, getting up. Apparently, due to so much thinking, she lost track of what was going on around her that when Natsume finally came to a halt, she clashed with his back.
"Really, how many times do you intend to show that to me, eh?" said Natsume, staring at the fallen brunette.
"I do not show it to you, pervert! Really! And how gentlemanly could you really get, not even helping me get up?"
"Pervert?" he said bemusingly. "Now where did you get that nickname? It's lame, compared to polkadots and ichigo."
Silence.
"What room are you?" he asked.
"Why do you care? Room 215."
She looked around only to find shock hit her right smack in the face.
"Hello, classmate," he teased her.
For her, him calling her classmate was more vein-throbbing than polkadots or ichigo. She was frozen. She could barely move her mouth to retaliate and she could really not believe her rotten luck. Oh, Kami-sama! Why?
A split second later, she yelled her fury at the world. Inwardly. She sighed out loud as she walked past Natsume and prepared to enter her class for the first time. Hitching a bright smile on her face, she opened the door and upon seeing her classmates, cheerfully yelled,
"Ohayou!"
The whole class, which had been talking cheerfully a while ago, fell silent at once.
"Mou," she said quietly, and as she bowed her head down, the whole class ran towards her, asking her about her name, where she was from, when she got here.
"You must be Mikan!"
"KAWAII!" said one boy.
"Mi-chan, can I call you that?"
Mikan was the center of attention, and although she was flattered at the sight of these people greeting her, she can't help but notice Natsume's gaze. It was penetrating, but it seemed so gentle, as if it's lost its cold demeanor. And just as she quickly pulled her eyes off him, her eyes found another reason to be happy that day.
"Ho-Ho-HOTARU!!" she yelled, lunging herself forward at a raven-haired girl whose back was turned from her. She was close to hugging her when...
WHAM!
"That's the third time today. What a klutz," comented Natsume from somewhere at the back.
"NATSUME! Mou, Hotaru. Don't you remember me?" she asked, averting her gaze from Natsume to Hotaru. She had just received a blow to the head that was not that storng yet hard enough to make her fall to the ground for the third time that day.
"15 seconds to state your business," was her mere reply.
"Hmm. Coldpurpleplushywatermelon-eatingmachinealsoknownasmylonglostbestfriend," she said in one breath. The girl, who hadn't turned her head once since Mikan's attempt to hug her, slowly turned her head in a robot-like way.
"Mikan?" she asked, voice cold, face stoic.
"Yes, Hotaru. It's me."
Wham!
"Idiot. Why didn't you come much earlier?" she said, hugging the brunette, although her face was still cold and stoic. A hint of teardrop showed itself, but she was good. She kept it from falling.
"Enough of the nostalgic moment, please! It's time to introduce our new student here at the academy!" said a familiar, sickeningly cheery voice.
The class all moaned in disgust at what the teacher was wearing: shorts that reached halfway through his thighs, a long sleeved fit shirt, and his hair tied in a neat ponytail.
"Mi-chan, please intrduce yourself now," said Narumi, nudging Mikan's shoulders. She was still locked in a tight embrace with Hotaru.
"Oh, right," she said, flashing another big smile. Natsume, who had been in the back, felt a great leap in his heart, which took him quite by surprise.
"Sakura Mikan, 15 years of age, simple girl, musician, inventor." was all she said. Narumi looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged.
"Class, it's time you introduced yourself to her. Let' start, shall we, eh, Anna?"
"Umenomiya Anna, 15, a culinary addict," said a girl with long curly pink locks and bright blue eyes.
"Ogasawara Nonoko, 14 and a half, chemistry," said a girl with straight navy-blue hair and dark blue eyes, who, by the looks of it, was Anna's twin.
"Tobita Yuu, 16, illusionist-magician," said a blonde boy with butterscotch-brown eyes and glasses. Mikan squealed "Iinchou!" and the boy smiled sweetly.
"Kokoro Yomi, 15, psychic. Kidding. I just can read minds. That's all," said a boy with a happy smile. Mikan yelled "Koko!" this time.
"Call me Mochu. Athlete," said a semi-bald boy with dark-brown hair.
"Nogi Ruka, 16, veterinarian aspirant," said a boy with a bunny in his arms. He had blonde hair, beautiful azure orbs, and he was sitting next to Natsume, although he seemed gentle, seeing as he was patting the rabbit so sweetly.
"Ruka-pyon!" yelle Mikan.
"You know who I am, you know how old I am, you know what I do," said Hotaru shortly.
"Shouda Sumire, 15, loves cats and dogs, fashion guru, Natsume-kun's love interest," said a green-haired green eyed girl. Most of the girls in the class puked upon hearing the words "fashio guru" and literally dropped dead on the words "Natsume-kun's love interest," and even Natsume seemed disgusted.
"Permy," said Mikan, giggling. The girl turned red with rage, in contrast with her green-ness.
The whole class continued the inriduction for the next ten minutes, and finally...
"Tch. Pathetic. Hyuuga Natsume. 16. Fire manipulator."
Mikan rolled her eyes and just said, "More like a plain manipulator."
Natsume heard this and drawled lazily, "Better than ichigo-kara."
"Pervert!"
"Polkadots."
"Hentai."
"Idiot. Pervert and hentai are the same," said Natsume, smirking at Mikan.
"No they're not! They have different spellings!"
Now it was Natsume's turn to roll his eyes. He was getting impatient. He rose from his seat and approached Mikan with his hands in his pocket. He was taller than Mikan, because Mikan was 5'4 and he was a 6 flat.
"You're not giving up, are you, youjo?" said Natsume a hint of amusement in his voice, still maintaining the cold facade.
"Nope," said Mikan simply, giving him a sweetly sarcastic smile.
"Idiot."
"Jerk."
"You're waging a war here, youjo."
"Bring it."
Both were staring at each other with death glares as the whole class waited with bated breath. It was Narumi who had enough courage to break the tension between the two.
"Well, that's that. I see you two have met, and as such, I'm appointing you, Natsume-kun, to be her official partner!"
Mikan turned her head to Narumi and froze while Natsume rolled his eyes in boredom and said, "Oh, great. Stuck with an idiot."
Mikan, on the other hand, was still frozen, until...
"Boo," said Natsume, and Mikan came out of her revere and let out a bloodcurdling, earsplitting screech that lasted for ten minutes until Natsume had enough sense to keep her quiet...
No...he didn't slam her mouth shut...nor did he cover her mouth with his hands...he did something that made all eyes open in shock, and Sumire yelling, "NOOO!!"
He...
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HI.MIT.SU!
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So sorry 'bout the cliffhanger...
Anyways, I guess you all have an idea as to what he did...
Don't you?
Hope you liked it!
Ja ne!
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