Mikan's Fairytale

"I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air" – Taylor Swift's Love Story

Story By Tragic Lullaby

The Young Prince and the Princess

I met him for the second time at the age of twelve. It was a warm, pleasant golden summer; the type you only hear about in fairytales. The air was sweet, like honey on one's tongue. So far, it was the best summer of my life. At school, I was falling in love with a guy who sat next to me, a person called Ruka Nogi. He was my ideal prince charming; sweet, polite, helpful, funny and smart, good looking as well. Fortunately for me, one of my best friends; Ayumu Fujimoto, liked his best friend, Hiro Shun.

But, summer holidays always came around and for the first time in my life, I couldn't wait to go back to school, well not exactly school, but more importantly; Ruka Nogi. When one is in love, does everything seem perfect? It seemed like that to me. My uncle; Tono had just bought me an strawberry milkshake, I had finished my homework, I had no 'company dinners' today and Misaki had given me one of her precious summer dresses that she had worn when she was twelve. She adored her dresses so much.

As well as all that, I was speaking to my best friend ever, Hotaru Imai, across my new mobile phone. "Ruka is so cute," I was crooning, "He cares so much for animals, and he always greets me back when I greet him in the morning, and he is so smart, I wonder if I could get him to tutor me for the upcoming tests. Maybe I could ask him if he wants to go out with me then, and then me, Ruka and Hiro and Ayumu can go on double dates, and triple dates if you get a guy, Hotaru. And then after six years of dating, he'll propose to me! And I'll say yes and then we'll move to the beach and live in a blue and white house with our dog and three children." I prattled on.

"I have no intention of involving myself with your stupid double dates, idiot," Hotaru was as cold as always, "If this Animal lover Nogi is so smart, he would've found out that you like him already."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, worried. I didn't want to seem desperate, but cool, chilled.

"It is obvious to anyone with an intelligence quota of fifty," Hotaru confirmed for me.

I hated it when she used such big words. "That's no fair," I pouted, even though I knew very well that she wouldn't be able to see it unless she was secretly hiding in the bushes. Could she be? "You aren't hiding behind any bushes around my house are you Hotaru?"

"Who would do anything so idiotic? Your conversations aren't that interesting,"

"Ouch, you are so mean Hotaru!" I wailed; I hated it how my best friend could turn any lovely day a little bit duller. "You know, if you wanted a guy I bet you could get him," I said, returning to our previous conversation. "You are so pretty!"

"Of course I'd get him, I get everything I want," I knew this all too well; my best friend would use force to get what she wanted. "But guys are stupid, they'd tie me down when I want to be the richest woman on earth, and I'd have to share my money with them! You are Miss Romantic, not me, and thank god for that. Now would you leave me alone? You are wasting credit and my time." With that, she promptly hang up, leaving my goodbye still on my lips.

"Jeez, Hotaru!" I shouted into the stone dead silent phone. I slammed it closed and returned, angrily, to my strawberry milkshake. Strawberries, I loved them, strawberries! "Hey, Misaki," I called for my spunky aunt from the balcony, "Can we go strawberry picking? I'm so bored." Misaki chuckled; she was my favourite relative; only she was the one closest to my age.

"Fine, just let me get ready, and finish your milkshake," I heard her voice echo from inside, "How's Hotaru hanging in these holidays?"

"Cold as always," I called back, slurping up the remainder of my milkshake, I stood up from my position on the balcony, dusting off my dress. There was a rustle. I stared hard at the bushes, Hotaru had said she wasn't in them but could she really be? It could just be a rabbit, I giggled, "Ruka loves rabbits, I should get him some sort of rabbit accessories or something." I spotted some black hair poking out from the leaves. Could it really be…Hotaru? "Hotaru!" I shouted, jumping off the balcony and charging towards the bushes. I was mad, she couldn't just lie to me about something like this! "Hotaru, you idiot, you prankster!"

Oops, a rock, but it was too late, I stumbled, only a few feet away from the black hair. I tripped though the snares of the leaves and landed on something soft but sort of firm. It must be Hotaru, the stupid idiot, "Hotaru, why the hell did you lie to me about not being here!" I tried to get the leaves and hair out of my eyes. "Jeez, silent as always. You are so stub-,"

"Oi," not Hotaru's voice, but it seemed to be a sort of masculine voice. "Who the hell do you think you are? First you attack me and then you start calling me 'Hotaru' and 'idiot'. Aren't you the idiot, strawberry panties?" I managed to push up the hair from out of my eyes and I was met with crimson orbs, staring right at my face, and they were only about three centimetres away from my face.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" Screaming, I pulled back fast, hitting my head on a tree behind me. I clutched my head, "Ow, ow, ow, ow." He just sat there and watched me, slightly amused. I glared at him, "What the hell are you doing in my backyard? Only Hotaru and Ayumu are allowed in here! How did you get in? Who are you calling strawberry panties anyway, unless…" I paled, "You saw my panties! You pervert! Pervert! Molester! I won't be able to get married now! I hate you, you pervert! Are you a stalker? I should keep a lower profile!"

The pervert rolled his eyes and flicked my forehead, causing me to curse in pain, "Do all girls have the same reaction whenever someone sees their underwear?" I needed to call the police on this guy! He must be a repetitive criminal, a serial pervert or molester! "You are pretty stupid. As to how I got into here, that's for me to know. And anyway, I don't see any sign saying that's its your land." He grinned, disgustingly smug. "I'm not a pervert, you were the one who showed your panties to me. If you don't want people to see them, you shouldn't wear dresses or skirts."

I scowled, at a second look, this guy was my age or close to it, "I hate guys like you, so stuck up. What are you doing in my garden? Running away from the police? I bet you are. I should call up Ruka to come and save me from such a perverted kid. I hope he beats you up to defend my honour."

It was his turn to scowl, "You know Ruka Nogi? I don't see how Ruka can know such a stupid, bad-taste-in-panties girl, strawberry panties. Would you get off me? You are heavy, like a whale in human skin." I rolled off of him, staring at him, unwavering. He knows Ruka?

"I bet you and Ruka are enemies because you are polar opposites," I said, "He is so nice, polite and friendly to everyone, including animals, a true prince charming. You, on the other hand, are rude, unfriendly, cold and are a stuck up jerk." I stamped my foot, just to get my point across; you know.

"What are you then? A snobby little girl who likes to pretend she is a princess," he snapped, "Ruka and I are childhood and family friends for you information. Sorry princess but Ruka is better off having a girl like Imai than a stupid moron like you, strawberry panties." He stood up, brushing off any dirt and grime. He was dressed in pretty ordinary boy clothes.

"How do you know Hotaru?" I gasped, taken aback. He was a stalker. "You are a stalker, you know everything about my friends."

"I know nothing about you, and everyone knows Imai families and Nogi families," the jerk replied, "If you are hoping on getting rich by marrying Ruka in the future then you are going to be disappointed. Ruka is only the nephew of his Uncle's business, he was only heir until his cousin came along." He turned away, "Now, if you would shut up and get your nose out of Ruka's life."

"How dare you?" I screeched, "I don't even know your name and you don't know mine. That is so rude, to just go up to strangers and tell them to get their noses out of other peoples business. You act so high and mighty!" The jerk reached the tree and turned around to stare at me coldly.

"I could say the same thing about you, princess strawberries panties," he murmured. "You don't know who I am and I have no idea who you are. I was sleeping quietly until you attacked me."

"I didn't 'attack' you!"

"Mikan? Mikan?" Misaki was calling my name, of course she'd be ready be now. I stood their for a while, captivated as the jerk's face broke the stoic position it was usually was in. It crumpled into surprise and suspicion. "Mikan where are you?" I turned to leave, but a hand held me back.

"Your name…" he muttered in a surprised tone. "Your name its…" Strangely enough he couldn't finish the sentence.

"Mikan Sakura," I gave him a quizzical look, which on my face looked totally screwed up. "What the hell is it to you?" Of course he must've heard of the Sakura Family, but practically nobody knew me by my first name, so nobody knew that Mikan was heir to the Sakura company. He needed to do some explaining, fast. I faced him, trying to tug my arm out of his grip, "Let go of me!" His expression had darkened.

"Polka dots," the words that he uttered were confusing, what had polka dots got to do with anything? Was it a new swear word out on the streets? Did him mean to use it to curse? When he met my eyes, they were unreadable as ever but with a sprinkle of sorrow and recognition.

"Who are you?" I whispered, almost mute. Distant memories of my childhood began to resurface, "Do I know you?"

He hesitated and during that short silence I heard a strange voice, over the other side of the fence, "Master Hyuuga? Master Natsume Hyuuga, if you are here please show yourself. You have a meeting to attend."

It was from his reaction that I knew it was him they were talking about. "Hyuuga?" I knew the name of my enemy, my company's arch enemy and rival. My family, fighting against there like it had always been. All those fights in the street, Sakura against Hyuuga, family against family. Fear and hate coursed through me. 'Stay away from Mikan Sakura, Natsume Hyuuga.' "You!" I began to struggle, "Let go of me! He's over here!" I began to shout louder.

In an instant he had me pinned against a tree, a hand over my mouth. His eyes were cold with anger, "Shut up, Sakura."

I bit his hand, "He's over-," He pressed his lips hard against mine and my eyes flew open with shock. What the? What was he doing? He moved his lips against mine. Oh no, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this. This wasn't how a princess is supposed to have her first kiss! Pause and rewind please! Replace this jerk with Ruka Nogi! But it wasn't happening and it felt very real.

The strangers looking for him had gone by the time he broke away, and smirked at my silence, "Maybe I'll see you around again, princess. Stop going after Ruka, he's already engaged." With that, he let me go, and my support was gone, I dropped to the ground like jelly. It was officially the worst day of my life;

My first had been stolen by a jerk.

Hotaru had better be ready with tissues, chocolate and Ruka Nogi.

I know it's a short chappie, I want to get on to the time when they are older. that's going to be fun.

Please read and review,

Tragic Lullaby.

Next Time:

This party had just gone from bad to worse. Why oh why was the jerk here? Standing next to me, grinning like a Cheshire cat and saying hello? Well, it wasn't really a hello it was more like a, "Look who it is, Princess Polka dots."

Oooh, I hated that nickname.

But I guess that kind of isn't a good enough reason why I poured fruit punch all over his good suit; his nice, new, crisp country road suit.

I should get a medal.