Miss Secretary
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Chapter Two
***A December 30, 2010 Flashback***
Fists are banged in the office table of the Alice Productions' Head Manager for Talents.
"What the hell are you thinking?" a lad in his 20's said in gritted teeth. "Hiring me a goddamn secretary without my freaking decision? Who do you think you are?"
The old man in his 30's sighed and said, "I am your talent manager, Natsume Hyuuga. So, shut your pain-in-the-ass mouth or else I'll make your contract in this talent agency null and void."
The lad with raven hair and flaring crimson eyes sat and groaned.
"Are we cool now?"
The lad gave out a forced nod, crossing his around his chest.
"We thought that if you have a secretary, you'll be less pummeled by girls. Why? Because this year, you'll be very busy for your upcoming 21st birthday."
Natsume snorted and said, "What's the fuss about a birthday?"
"Your debut."
"That sounds gay. Girls are doing debut, not guys."
"Look, not just you are a super model; you are also businessman in training. Protecting you means a lot."
"Tch. As if I am really going to succeed my father. That old man doesn't trust me."
"Okay, I don't want to hear about your personal issues. Back to the topic, guys also have debuts. Since you are famous and in-demand by fans, we find it appropriate to give you one."
"I have my manager, my staff, why do I need an extra load in the presence of that secretary?"
"Your secretary will be the one managing your time table for this year. No worries, this is only for temporary measures since you'll be having a busy year ahead of you. And so is your secretary, it is also temporary."
Natsume grunted, "Fine. Just make sure it's temporary, Mr. C."
***End of Flashback***
Driving his black Lamborghini Murcielago, Natsume Hyuuga is on his way to Cossette where his manager, Ruka Nogi, told him to meet there. He will be meeting his temporary secretary (for temporary measures).
He wants me to meet him there 'cause his blackmailer of a girlfriend partially owned that shop.
Hotaru Imai is one of his staff. She is the Finance manager. All of his profits and belongings are in the hands of the money-devil. She is rich but she works. A witch in disguise she is.
He is on the road when he saw a girl in trouble in the morning streets. The girl was immobilized because of a scary looking man, who wear ragged clothes and deranged look, blocking her way and is on the verge of crying and is fidgeting.
He's fighting his conscience whether to help or not. She might be a fan girl.
Help?
Or not?
Help?
He stirred his wheel towards the girl; he wore his Aviator shades; pulled up his hoods and opened the car door.
"You punk! Stay out! This chick is mine." A man, a drug user, announced. "You may be rich and cool, but this chick is mine. So, stay out. I said stay out! Why aren't you staying out? You know what punk, I said stay out. Punk, this is mine. Stay out okay? Yeah, yeah, you are rich and cool."
This man is talking around the bush!
"Yeah, and I am staying out. But with this girl." Natsume announced as he pulled the girl to his sports car, opened the door for her and placed the seatbelt on, for her. He turned to the man who was sitting in the sidewalks and kept on saying the words, 'punk', 'stay out', rich and cool', 'chick is mine' and some intangible words that Natsume couldn't hear.
He rolled his eyes on the man and left him for good.
He entered the driver's seat and saw the girl flexing her knuckles. He started the engine and sped off.
"Are you hurt?" Natsume asked. Not removing his cover, she might be a damn fan girl of mine.
"No." The girl said in gritted teeth.
"…"
"You shouldn't have helped me, you know."
Natsume was astounded. He wasn't expecting this. She is a girl. A girl with auburn hair and in low pigtails. A girl with hazel shaped eyes with the most innocent chocolate orbs he has ever seen. A girl in a blue fitting top and jeans. A damn girl. That is the thought that Natsume kept on registering on his mind. Anyone would want their knight in shining armor, which is as handsome as I do.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, 'you shouldn't have helped me', got that?"
Now he hates the guts of this girl. Is she lesbian? How he wished for the time to turn back and to never save this ungrateful girl. How ungrateful can she be?
"You know, if only you saw the look in your face when you are with that man, even the dogs would come at you, whimpering." He retorted, feeling agitated.
"Have you ever heard of the word acting?"
"Acting? What does acting have to do with it?"
"Acting vulnerable can also lead to the vulnerability of your opponent. And then, BAM! You'll strike him. End of struggle, victory is claimed." The girl looked at him with a gleam in her eyes as she clasps both of her hands.
Natsume was stunned, not taking his gaze into the road he said, "You watch cartoons? Ben10? Sorry. I can't relate. I never watched it before. Just the trailer." He then chuckled. How amusing can this get?
"I don't watch cartoons, jerk. I have experience in fighting." She said as she raised both of her fists in the air.
Annoyed and frustrated because he's late with his meeting and surely Imai will fire on her Baka Gun at him. He shivered at the mere thought, "Let's cut the crap. Where are you headed?" he changed the topic. Hotaru Imai has no patience. He better hurry, or he will taste the pain of the Baka Gun.
"Cossette. Just downtown, near the Red Studio and -"
"I know where Cossette is. Just shut up will you? And we have the same destination, pigtails."
"Jerk."
"Pigtails."
"Jerk!"
"Whatever."
"Grr."
Silence. . .
Silence. . .
Silence. . .
The engine stopped and Natsume said, "Get out."
Cossette is surrounded with many high-class establishments such as the world-renowned studio, the Red Studio. Owned by Madame Red, the Century's Fashion Queen. Also, Canterbury Chocolate House, where tasty, exquisite and rare chocolates reside. And a lot more establishments, high-class ones can only be seen in the Light Downtown or commonly called the Rich Downtown.
"No worries, I will. And by the way, thanks." The girl hurriedly went out and ran to the café door.
He got out of the car and semi-yelled, "Yo! Pigtails! Wait up!"
She stopped just inches away from the door and replied, "Hurry up, jerk. I don't want to feel the wrath of my best friend."
He stood near her, "Who are you meeting?" there is someone like Hotaru? A barbaric one too? He opened the door for them to enter. Bell chimes can be heard.
"Well –"
"Baka."
"Natsume!"
Both of their heads turned to the voices, it was the girl who took the action and said, "Hotaru!" at the same time, she attempted to hug her best friend.
BAKA! BAKA! BAKA!
"Ever a meanie pie?" the girl rubbed her sore forehead.
"Ruka. You know pigtails?" Natsume asked as he sat down near his manager. Removing his hood and shades in the process.
"Jerk. It's not pigtails. It's Mikan. Mikan Sakura." She said while taking a seat next to her best friend which is adjacent to Natsume's seat, staring at him intently.
"Do you know who I am?" Natsume asked as he flipped his hair backwards.
"Yeah, I do. You're a one heck of a jerk." She answered.
Natsume choked on his spit and furrowed his brows at her, who in the world would not know the Great Natsume Hyuuga? Ah. This girl is just like the others, devising plans to get my attention.
"Nice one, pigtails. Nice plan of getting my attention. I must congratulate you that plan worked."
She gave him a confused look. She turned to Hotaru and asked, "Hotaru, who is this person?" she turned to Natsume and said, "And as for you, jerk, I have a name. Mikan. M-I-K-A-N!" and at the same time smiled, which he found insulting.
For the first time, he was flabbergasted. How he wished he can kill and make life a living hell for this heck of a pigtails right now.
"Yeah right, pigtails." He smirked.
"Jerk!"
"Okay, okay. Will both of you calm down?" Ruka intervened. "Please?"
The two bantering persons stopped.
Silence.
Silence.
"Ah – Let's get to business now?" Ruka said. He eyed Hotaru as if saying help-me-with-this.
Hotaru sighed, "It seems you meet each other." Hotaru said while drinking her tea, "So there's no need for introductions." She then stared at Ruka, saying end-this-one-now-or-else-I'll-fire-you-with-my-baka-gun. Ruka laughed nervously.
"Natsume, meet your secretary, Mikan Sakura. Mikan, meet your new boss, Natsume Hyuuga." Ruka beamed.
Mikan Sakura's eyes bulged. Natsume Hyuuga smirked.
End of Chapter 2
Opera House: Yay! I finished it just before the upcoming major-major tests. I won't be able to touch, to hold, and to smell the computer. Bottom-line: that means no computer for next week. ~^ you know, this maybe a poor quality since I didn't check the grammar and stuff. T.T
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