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A Perfectly Perfect Act

Sweet Temptress

For the guy I would have married if he just didn't have any girlfriend,

this is for you. Only you.

Mikan's Point of Vuh-yew.

The truth of the matter is,

People just don't get it. And they just really are stupid. And they just really don't get it.

I mean, how hard could it be to understand that a relationship—that, by the way, is established and said with a crowd of… oh, I don't know, two hundred witnesses, and the girlfriend victim already quite visibly harassed by her so-called boyfriend—when proclaimed lovingly and affectionately, is real? Huh? How hard?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. Okay. Wait. I am complaining. Because, you know what? After the episode that happened inside my classroom, where I was sexually harassed by my classmate—well, not really sexually harassed, but you know: kissed—you might have thought that half the female population finally understood that their very own Adonis already has his Psyche and that they're already happily living as couples.

WHY. DO. THEY. HAVE. TO. BE. SO. STUPID?

The fangirls, I mean.

And I'm not just saying that. They really are stupid. Because, you know, when I finally woke up-because it has finally dawned to my mind that maybe I wasn't dreaming at all and maybe someone must have been really kissing me—I heard this one idiot fangirl say something like, 'What the hell are they doing?'

Really? Really.

Because if the way my blouse was almost unbuttoned all the way down, my mouth all pink and swollen, my back against the table and my skirt undoubtedly hitched up, and his hand on my thigh, and me breathing hard, and his shirt crinkled by my own hands, and him going for another kiss wasn't any indication of what we were doing, I don't know what is!

'Wait… what are you… are you… wh… are you actually kissing?' Oh, god. I just lost it.

'Yes, and she's my girlfriend. I'm taken.' With an exasperated sigh, Natsume continued, 'How many times do I have to tell you?' Casually, Natsume snaked his arm around my waist. Pfuit.

'With her?' A dubious cry emanated from the crowd. 'Why? She's not even remotely beautiful at all!' Oh… Oh my god. They're actually… Oh. My. God. They're actually crying! Holy crap. This is too precious to miss. OHMYGOD!

'What. Did. You. Say?' Natsume's outrage was laced all around the sentence. I almost shivered. Somehow, Natsume's arm was more tightly pressed against my waist. 'How dare you call Mikan… average.' Natsume said it with such distaste and disgust, even I almost believed I was more than average. 'Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror?'

Hah. Seriously, 'Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?'? What manga did he get that from?

So you might be wondering: How come Mikan is just going with this plan of Natsume like it's natural?

Darling, even I'm wondering why. Well, not really. Because the moment I opened my eyes when he was on top of me, before I could even utter a word of protest or smack his privates goodbye, he coolly said something like: 'Shut up and don't move. Or I'll tell Hotaru you kissed me back. Oh, and I'll give you free Howalon if you go with it.'

I really didn't care much about the Hotaru thing since she was already going out with Ruka and hardly even knows I'm still alive. But free Howalon? You don't get that offer everyday!

And so they dispersed. The fangirls. Each and everyone giving me a seething look before finally leaving.

'Huh, nice acting, Mikan,'

'I did it for Howalon.' Something flashed in Natsume's eyes. I didn't know what it was since it was gone the second after it showed. Disappointment? Hurt? Anger? Yeah right. And the next thing I knew, he was on the other side of the room. His arm not on my waist anymore.

'Hn. Give it to you later.' And he was on the door.

'What? No goodbye kiss for your girlfriend?' Oh, I know right? I'm so funny sometimes, I don't know how people could stand my awesomeness and not die ye—Mmm!

Holy mother of... all things sweet and lovely! He actually came and kissed me. I mean, is kissing me. Ohmy… And he's… he's…

Storyteller's Point of Vyuh

Mikan couldn't quite process what he was doing to her. Or to her mouth, to be more specific.

Well, I'd gladly tell her what he's doing.

Natsume worked his arms around her waist again, as he felt her arms slowly go around his neck.

Natsume forced her mouth open, never giving her a chance to protest. She, he decided, tastes very... Mikan. Chocolate and sweets. And just a hint of strawberries. He wanted to taste more, actually. And he just might not stop from assaulting her. He almost explored every bit and portion of her. Almost.

'Natsume-nii?' He stopped. Or rather, they stopped. Who was it now?

Mikan looked dumbfounded and fazed. Natsume just looked plainly annoyed.

A confused cute little three year-old was standing at the doorway, 'Youichi?'

'What are you doing nii-san?'

To be continued.

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