A/N: it took me a while to
update… Sorry! XD I've been very busy with some business *cough*
playing *cough* games that I'm not able to find some time to write.
Anyways, I'm here so all ends well, right? XD I'll try to do my
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice
Chapter 2:
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" a loud scream ripped through the peaceful atmosphere in the castle grounds.
Mikan woke up with a jolt and her head quickly scanned around the room checking who the heck had the guts to kidnap her! She would rip them to pieces if they only knew what she was capable of then they wouldn't even have dared! Mikan seethed in anger failing to notice the amused chuckle coming from the door. She continued the rants and the curses in her head until she heard the once unnoticeable chuckle become a loud roaring laugh.
Mikan's head dashed to the source and what she saw shocked the living day lights out of her, there in front of her was supposedly the stoic crowned prince, laughing his head off with his hand on his stomach. What seemed to be her anger disappeared and she watched with great amazement and fascination? A slow smile graced her face.
"I made the crown prince laugh!" she though while soon giggling.
"Oi! What are you laughing about? Don't be so cheeky little girl!" Natsume said as he glared.
He lost his composure there. He couldn't control his emotions and thus his anger for Mikan grew even more. He stood up with grace like before and Mikan seemed to wonder why he changed so drastically when he was actually being normal for once. Natsume dusted some imaginary dirt from his suit, yes, and his expensive suit that he wore when he rolled his butt of laughing.
'How dare she?!' he thought as he neared the bed she was sitting comfortably on.
Mikan yelped when he yanked a fistful of her hair.
"What type of spell have you befallen unto me you witch." He stated with a low menacing voice.
"S-Sp-Spell?" Mikan questioned.
Her heart kept thumping very fast. He was so near, mere inches away from her face and his lips dangerously close to hers.
"Yes, you conniving little wench." He replied in the same tone, his ruby eyes boring into hers. His fist kept a firm grip on her hair while his other hand grasped her hands.
Mikan's shyness disappeared and in the spur of the moment, she pushed him away and stood up on the bed and pointed furiously at him, her hands shaking due to anger.
"Listen here you freaking prince! You're going nuts and I feel sorry for you! I'm not a witch and I have no idea what you're talking about! You've got the wrong person and for your information, I'm an entertainer, not a wench and for the record, you're not cute at all!" she huffed and puffed her cheeks turning bright red.
Natsume stayed quiet while he raised a brow at her. Mikan with her ragged breaths kept on pointing and ranting on and on and on. Mikan crossed her arms and started with her speech that not all women fall down at his feet and he should learn how to treat them with respect.
Natsume still kept his stoic façade and a few moments later, he stood up abruptly and walked towards the door not bothering to look back until his hands reached the knob. He waited for her to notice and when she did, she started
"See, for a prince, you don't have any manners at all! Leaving while a woman is talking, geez! Have you no shame?" she exasperated with her hands on her hips while bending as if mocking him.
Natsume simply smirked and Mikan tilted her head to the side while thinking.
'Why on earth would he be smirking? This is bad.' She panicked.
'This can't be a situation where in all I say backfires!" she suddenly pouted and after the long dreaded silence. He looked back at her with his piercing eyes, his hand still on the knob as his husky voice sliced through the silence.
"Me? Have no shame? Why don't you look down and reflect on your actions, polka dots?" with that said he left with a triumphant smirk.
Mikan tapped her chin thoughtfully. Why was he so smug? Then his words echoed again in her head,
"Look down and reflect on your actions."
NO WAY! Mikan warily did look down and as she did, she shouted furiously.
"NATSUME! YOU PERVERT!!!"
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"Are you sure you're alright with her alone young master?" an old lady with a kind face asked.
"She's fine. Leave her be Keiko" The emotionless man replied with a sip of his coffee.
Keiko is one of the most trusted maids in the whole household. She's been there ever since Natsume's father was still a small child and thus, a lot of them looked up to her and the Hyuuga family have faith on her.
Keiko nodded with a small smile on her droopy face. Yes, she was old but still, her face held some kind of elegance to it.
"If you say so, young master. Please carry on with your breakfast. After which, you would meet up with Princess Sumire for horse back riding, remember?" Keiko said in her mother like voice as she held onto the tray while waiting patiently for her young master to finish.
Natsume growled. Right, he had to attend that stupid "gathering". Its not new, as a soon to be king, this was the perfect time for throwing their daughters at him. This was his 5th one this week and he was getting a little bit agitated because of it.
Natsume stood up and said his thanks while he went to his room to change, momentarily forgetting about Mikan, his minds preoccupied with ways of escaping. Sure, it's fine if he attended since its not like he'll agree to any proposal but this was Princess Sumire we're talking about, the most persistent of all.
'I don't know what you call it, willfulness, determination, or stubbornness?' he thought while getting out his horse back attire.
With a ruffle to his hair, he walked out, not bothering to check if he looked good or not. Let's face it, even if he wore peasant's clothing, he'll still look mighty fine.
At the same time, he heard carriages make their way to the front gates and a lot of shrieking from a girl. That was Sumire. He rolled his eyes mentally.
He went down and Sumire's eyes drifted towards him slowly, like she was trying to be dramatic. He went down and extended an arm towards her which she eagerly took and they made their way to the stables picking out their horses.
Natsume chose his own white great stallion while Sumire chose the horse that looked the best which was a black majestic horse. No words were exchanged, only occasionally when Sumire asked questions and Natsume would only answer
"Hn."
Sumire got on her horse with great difficulty since she wore a ball gown and heavy jewelry. Natsume only watched with annoyance muttering troublesome in his head as he got off his own and helped her. Sumire batted her eye lashes shyly thinking it would make her look lady like but Natsume just shrugged it off.
Natsume then got back and started to lead the way slowly looking back to see if she catches up. Apparently, the horse she picked didn't like her one bit and she had trouble trying to keep still while the horse thrashed around. Natsume simply watched, not bothering to save her.
"P-Prince Na-Natsume" she whined.
Natsume raised a brow as if asking.
"Please, he-help me." She squeaked as she clutched to the horse as it moved around recklessly. Natsume made a move towards her. He'd be dead if his father found out he left a princess, a damsel in distress, to a violent horse.
When he turned his horse around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a brunette staring at them from a far. The said maiden jumped down from the fence as she whistled and in an instant, the dark violent horse calmed down and ran towards her, not minding the extra luggage it was carrying. It stopped in front of her and she petted it lovingly, not minding the glowers of a certain female.
"Polka dots, what are you doing out of bed?" Natsume questioned as he caught up.
"I'm not sick you know. I felt bored staying in the room, there's nothing to do there." She replied nonchalantly.
"Aren't you a little sore from last night?" he asked while smirking, a plan formulating in his ingenious head.
"I can still walk you know." Mikan grinned unknowingly contributing to his plan.
"I'm glad you can still stand from our little adventures last night you know." He replied while glancing towards the princess turning blue black as she listened intently.
"Of course Prince Natsume, I'm not that weak. If I were not exhausted from everything that I've been doing, I would've taken you on another round." She said with a glare.
She was talking about how he kidnapped her and that if her energy wasn't drained after her dancing then she would have beaten him.
"Well, you'll have your chance again tonight." He remarked with a smirk.
Oh yes, poor Mikan and her naivety, falling victim towards the brilliant demise of the clever prince and the more they talked of what they supposedly happened last night. Sumire's face grew hotter and redder, much to Natsume's chagrin, she didn't leave yet. In the heat of the moment, Natsume didn't notice the green blur dashing towards the brunette until he heard a loud slap.
"You, you wench!" Sumire's voice quivered as she glowered at Mikan who looked at her wide eyed and her mouth hanging, her head to the side from the collision.
"How dare you?!" Sumire started and moved to slap her again when a firm hand caught hers before it hit Mikan's face yet again.
"I think that's enough. You overused your stay here, kindly leave before I asked the guards to do so for you." Natsume growled dangerously as he squeezed her wrist none too gently.
"But- But prince Natsume, this-this girl claimed to have-"
"And what if she did?" he shot back.
"She doesn't have the-"she tried reasoning
"Doesn't have the what?" he muttered so low, it sent chills through her spine.
Sumire looked away and removed her wrist from him with a yank. She bowed her head and dashed off. Natsume just stared at her retreating form while Mikan stood in place, stunned to silence. Natsume turned his head towards her and waited for everything to sink in her head and in a few moments, she finally broke free of her reverie and realized what happened,
"Why that?! Ugh! Where the heck is she?! Let me at her!" she screamed while stalking towards the direction where Sumire went.
Natsume just watched Mikan's back with his heart slightly out of the ordinary.
"Idiot." He muttered quietly to himself as he clenched his fist.
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