Author's Note: Yes, I know, it's been forever since I last updated this fan fiction. But it's summer vacation and I have practically nothing to do so yeah. I'm sorry for not updating sooner!! But anyways, I hope you like it. Here's chapter two!
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Chapter Two: Hyuuga Natsume
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"Sakura!! Hurry up and serve the customers at table two and eight!!"
"Hai," Mikan said to her manager and put on a fake smile. I hate you...
Mikan was now working as a waitress at a restaurant, after school finished, of course. She finished putting on her uniform and came out of the employees' room. Her uniform was black and white, a somewhat short skirt, a white apron, and the usual, plain black and white uniform that waitresses use.
She approached table two with the fake smile still plastered on her face. Oh great. She frowned a bit after seeing her customers at table two. They were loud, obnoxious teenage boys. One of the types of customers that she hated to serve because whenever she had teenage boys to serve, they usually annoyed her and tried to hook up with her or something of the like.
"Good afternoon. I'm Sakura Mikan and I'll be your waitress this evening." She had the fake smile on again as she handed them the menus.
One of the guys whistle at her. "Damnnnn. You look hot in that uniform."
"Yeah, wanna leave this place and go somewhere with us?" another one said and somehow managed to slither his arm around her waist.
"I'm sorry, but I have work to do," she replied, and twitched her eyebrow. "Are you ready for me to take your order?"
"Nah, come back in a few minutes. We're not ready yet."
Mikan started to head off to the other table that she was supposed to serve when one of the guys grabbed her ass out of nowhere.
She smacked the guy's head with the remaining menus she had left. "I'll kill you," Mikan said icily while the manager rushed to the guy immediately. "Are you alright sir?" Mikan's manager asked the 'victim.' "Sakura! Go get some ice for this man and apologize to him immediately!"
"No. He was the one who touched me inappropriately," Mikan grunted.
"I said go!!" her manager yelled. She stomped to the employees' room. After a few minutes, she came out wearing her usual street clothes. "I quit." She tossed her uniform at her manager's face and casually walked out of the place waving her middle finger at him.
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DiNG DONG.
Hotaru rushed to the door and found an upset Mikan on her doorstep. "Mikan? Aren't you supposed to be at work still? It's only four o'clock."
"I got fired," the brunette mumbled.
"What? Say that again, I didn't quite catch what you said." Hotaru smirked.
"I got fired," Mikan said louder and more clearly.
"I thought so." Hotaru yawned and went back to her room and resumed what she was doing on the computer.
Mikan followed along. "Can I sleep here tonight? I left some of my stuff here last time I stayed."
"Sure," Hotaru said, not bothering to look at Mikan. She was busy picking which pictures of people to print to black mail them, use them in any way she wanted, or for money.
"Aren't you going to say anything about me being fired??" Mikan pouted.
"No," Hotaru replied monotonously. "I've taken care of that already. Just get dressed after school tomorrow and be here no later than four."
"Really?? Hotaru you're so great! I love you!!" Mikan got ready to spring onto Hotaru for a hug but was shot down by Hotaru's baka gun, version 2.1. Hey, she may not be an Alice in this story, but she's still a genius.
"Itai... Big meanie," Mikan wailed as she sat up on the floor and rubbed her forehead, where the baka gun's bullet had hit her, leaving a big circle mark.
Hotaru smiled one of her rare smiles and turned away so Mikan wouldn't notice. You baka.
"Mikan," Hotaru spun around her computer chair and looked at the brunette blankly.
"Yeah?" she replied.
"You have to take this job seriously or else I'm not helping you out anymore. I'm serious. You've either been fired or quit too many jobs already, and if I find out that you don't take this job seriously, I'm really not going to help you anymore. This is a good opportunity and this job was somewhat hard to get so do your best, okay? Besides, it has really good pay."
"Okay..." Mikan looked at Hotaru with caring eyes, showing that she would listen to whatever her best friend had to say.
"Good. Your working hours are about the same; it says here... That it's from three forty to eight o'clock at night."
"Ehhh, that's like an hour more than the restaurant!"
"Stop complaining, you baby."
"Hmph. You're lucky Hotaru, you can live by yourself and get as much money as you want because your family owns a really good company." Mikan pouted and sat up straight.
Hotaru just looked at her briefly and went back to doing what she was on her computer.
Silence.
After a couple of minutes, (more like seconds) "So, what are you doing??" Mikan got up and poked her nose into Hotaru's business, looking at what she was doing on the computer. She shrugged. I don't like it when it's quiet with me and Hotaru.. It feels... weird.
"Ahhh!!" Mikan squealed. "Hotaru!! When did you take those pictures?!" the brunette turned bright pink seeing quite a few pictures of her and Ruka taken. And in those pictures, they looked really close. As if they were a couple or something.
"Oh. I took it today when you were busy talking to him and imagining whatever you were in your head."
"Aaaw, you took them for me? You're so sweet!!"
"Oh. I think you got the wrong idea, baka." Hotaru had that scheming look on her face again, and an 'I-have-a-plan' grin was on her face. "These are for my benefit, Mikan. To blackmail Ruka. Or I could cut you out of the pictures and sell all these pictures of Ruka to other girls." Her grin grew even wider. "Unless... That is, unless you would pay me 10,000 yen for all these pictures and they'd be yours, and you could do whatever you wanted with them."
"Come onnnn! Hotaruuuuu!!" Mikan whined. "Isn't there anything else I can do to get those pictures?" Mikan pleaded. I guess she was really desperate to get those pictures or maybe that's just how much she was crushing on Nogi Ruka.
"Anything?" Hotaru arched an eyebrow.
"Anything."
"Alright. I want you to get to know more about Hyuuga Natsume."
"Hyuuga ...Natsume? You mean that rich, anti-social kid that all the girls are drooling over? That Natsume? The heir to the Hyuuga Corporation? The one that's around Ruka most of the time in school? You want me to get close to him?"
"Yes, that Hyuuga Natsume, and yes, I want you to get close to him."
"Why?"
"Do you want the pictures or not?" Hotaru snapped.
"Yes, yes! I want them! I'll do it! I'll get close to Hyuuga Natsume."
"Okay. They're all yours."
"Yay!" Mikan smiled widely that it reached up to her ears. "So can you print it and send it to me?"
"Sending is free. If you want me to print it you have to pay another 2,000 yen."
"Hotaru!!"
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Mikan sat down on her chair and looked at the back of the classroom. They're here already. She thought as she observed the mysterious Hyuuga Natsume and her beloved Ruka. Yosh! If I get close to Natsume then that means that I'll be close to Ruka most of the time too. Hehe, this is perfect! The brunette snickered and got up from her seat to go talk to the two boys.
"Hey Ruka. Good morning." Mikan smiled sweetly. "And hi, uhm, Hyuuga-san, right?"
"Good morning, M-Mikan." Ruka smiled and blushed a little. "And yeah, this is Natsume."
Mikan giggled. "Ruka, you know you're smile is really huge right now." That made Ruka blush even more. "It's cute." Mikan smiled sweetly.
Natsume looked up from manga and stared at Mikan. He remembered what he had asked his dad last night.
"Otou-san does the name Sakura Mikan mean anything to you or does it ring a bell?"
"Hm?" Natsume's father eyed his son and tried to think about the name. "Actually, I think it does. Isn't she dead? I think that was the name of the daughter of Azumi Yuka and Yukihara Izumi, but I don't know why she doesn't have the same last name as her parents. Maybe it's from her grandfather, the original owner of their company. Azumi Yuka and Yukihara Izumi were the owners of the Sakura Industries. Didn't she die in a plane crash along with her parents? Why are you asking?"
"Nothing. There's this girl in my class with the same name. Brown eyes, brown hair, I don't know." Natsume shrugged.
Natsume's father went to a huge stack of magazines and after some time got a magazine and flipped through the pages. "Does she look like this?" He showed her a picture of Mikan when she was just a little girl; probably when she was about two or three.
"Yeah."
"Natsume, I want you to get close to this girl. Get to know her more, alright? It might benefit the company in a way. That's an order."
"Yes, otou-san."
"Yo," he said briefly and returned to reading his book. How the hell am I supposed to get to know this girl more? I'm not good with people or friendship crap. But she does seem interesting... A small smirk formed on his lips, but of course, no one could see since his manga was covering his face.
"Hey can you help me with this math problem from the homework, I didn't quite get it and I heard you were really good in math, Hyuuga-san." Mikan said in an attempt to get at least a little friendship points with this guy. But the raven haired boy just grunted in return.
Mikan sweat dropped. What an unsociable guy. Was that grunt supposed to be a yes or no?
"Ah, Mikan, if you need I can try to help you if you want," Ruka offered.
The brunette's eyes twinkled as soon as she heard those words. "Okay. Let me go get my stuff." Yesss! He wants to help me outtt. He's so sweeeet. And kind. And caring.
Ruka chuckled at the sight of the cheerful Mikan. She's so irresistible...
Mikan opened her notebook and put it on top of Ruka's desk, along with a pencil and eraser. "This one," she pointed out.
"Oh, that's easy. You just made a simple mistake here. Let me show you..." Ruka smiled and reached for the pencil when Natsume grabbed it instead. Ruka sent a small glare at his best friend.
"Are you an idiot?" he asked rhetorically. "This is your mistake," he started erasing Mikan's work. "You used the wrong number for the x in f(x)..." He went on explaining.
Mikan wasn't really paying any attention. Hmph. I wanted Ruka to teach me. I mean, it's not like I don't know the freakin' answer. I do. I made that stupid mistake on purpose to let Ruka teach me since I thought Hyuuga wouldn't do it.
"Oi! Are you listening?" Natsume said sharply and snapped the girl out of her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah! I'm listening." Mikan let out a nervous laugh. "Uhm, thanks alot for helping me out. I'll go back to my desk now."
"Hold up there, little girl." Natsume got up and pulled her hair. "You weren't paying attention to me. I'll make you regret and learn your lesson to make sure you don't do it again." He pulled her back to that she was in his reach.
"Natsume!" Ruka sent another glare his way.
But the ruby-eyed teenager ignored his best friend and leaned his face closer to Mikan's face.
"Okay class, take your seat now," the science teacher, Misaki-sensei said as he walked in the classroom.
Mikan rushed back to her seat. What the hell was that? Was he about to kiss me? As a punishment? AND he did it in front of Ruka! What the eff.. she thought and her face turned red, because of both anger and embarrassment. Hotaru, you better have a good excuse for me trying to get to know this guy...
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After school Mikan rushed home and had finally changed into semi-formal clothes for her new job after rummaging her closet for half an hour. And there she was now, standing on Hotaru's doorstep. She was about to ring the doorbell when Hotaru opened the door before Mikan got a chance to ring it. "You're actually on time. Let's go."
She flipped her cell phone open and clicked on speed dial number seven. "Hello? Mimasaka-san, we're ready to go." She hung up soon enough and looked at Mikan. "He'll be here in 2 minutes." She took a second look at Mikan and looked at her from head to toe, slowly. "You look... Good. And somewhat professional." She smiled. "Thanks for taking this seriously, Mikan-chan. And you can't complain about this job. Or else."
A black Rolls Royce car stopped in front of the house in approximately two minutes. A man in a navy blue driver's uniform stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the back door for the two girls. "Good afternoon, Imai-sama, Sakura-sama."
"Hey Mimasaka-san. It's been a while." Mimasaka was Hotaru's personal driver. She could have him drive her anywhere she wanted at anytime.
Hotaru hopped into the back seat and so did Mikan.
"To the Miss Beryl restaurant." Hotaru said. "Mikan, your job is pretty much the same as your old job. Except with more class and that you'll be working for not common people but people higher than average in wealth. One of the reasons they chose you was because you've had so many jobs at restaurants that they figured that you'd be good with handling people."
"W-Wait, you mean I'm working at the Miss Beryl restaurant?! The four star restaurant??" Mikan's jaw dropped open. "No way."
"You're getting paid about sixty thousand yen per week. And that's not counting the bonuses and tips. And it's only a part-time job."
"Oh. My. GAWD."
"Anyway, we're here. It's not far from your house or school so you can take a cab or the bus or train or something."
Mikan got out of the car followed by Hotaru.
"Yo." Natsume was standing in front of the restaurant with his hands tucked in his pockets.
"Hyuuga?" Mikan tilted her head. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh and Mikan," Hotaru added, "Hyuuga Natsume is your new boss."
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