Puberty takes it toll! Mikan is growing up…with Natsume constantly insulting her flat-chest. However, when someone made Mikan's chest-size bigger, wearing a bra didn't seem such a big deal anymore…especially since suitors flocked everywhere—much to Natsume and Ruka's annoyance. NxMxR. R&R! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice. I'm just here to bully the characters.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews on the first chapter! I hope the second chapter will turn out okay. I apologize for the delay, the first draft I made for this chapter really bored me to death so I deleted all of it (scratches head) I decided to start from scratch again, hehehe. I do hope this one turned out better than its original. (sulks) Enjoy!
Mikan Wears a Bra
Genre: Romance/Humor/Action
Chapter 2: The Trouble With Growing Up!
Written By: WizdomGoddess
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Mikan loved a sunny day, but this particular afternoon was scorching hot---and the heat slowly got to her nerves badly.
"Here, have a drink!"
To quench their thirst, they had stopped near a vending machine at the corner of the hallway. Akito had been generous, and annoyingly persistent, when he offered to pay for her. Akito reached out a can soda towards her, and Mikan gladly accepted it.
"Thank you, Takahashi-san!" she said gleefully, seizing the orange-flavored soda from his hand. She lifted the tab and took a sip.
Mikan eyed her companion suspiciously.
She tried to decipher his eccentric look; there was something ominous about his character and it disturbed her. What am I thinking! She scolded herself, resorting to her conscience. The guy just bought her a drink and she was ungrateful enough to think of dreadful thoughts about him! She cowered at the thought of how her grandpa would react to this inner selfishness. She examined him more carefully and brought the can towards her mouth. Akito watched with a smirk as she gulped down the beverage.
"So, having trouble with your small tits?"
He watched the liquid spray out of her mouth, apparently shocked by his question.
"How did you know?" she asked awkwardly, taking a step backward.
Akito smacked his lips. "Oh, I just heard you yell it out back in the forest, duh?" he replied smoothly. His rudeness caused Mikan to blow up her cheeks. With a chuckle, he playfully patted the top of her head. Mikan placed her hands over her hips and gave a frown of disapproval. "Please!" she barked, sounding grumpy.
"Don't remind me!" With a scowl, she tossed the empty soda inside the trash can that posed only a meter away from them. "I've had enough insults for one day."
Akito flashed a sympathetic smile. "I understand you," he assured her.
He paused for a brief moment. "But if I were to ask you," he began, a profound tone in his voice. "Would you rather have bigger breasts?"
Her jaw dropped intermittently. Nobody had ever asked her such a private question before. Darn, this guy was nosy! Despite that, Mikan contemplated it thoroughly. She recalled the incident inside the bus and the abuse Natsume had injected on her chest. Unfathomable feelings of anger returned to her.
"Well, I wish I have a bigger chest!" she huffed with robust vivacity, waving her fists in the air.
"Shout it!"
"I WISH MY CHEST IS BIGGER!"
Akito guffawed at her naiveté. He never expected the girl to actually shout it out---it was just a joke! He found it exceptionally charming of her.
"Who knows?" he said with a coy sparkle in his eye, "Maybe your wish will come true!" Mikan blushed at his kind words. How could she have doubted him? He was probably one of the nicest guys she had ever met!
"Oh I almost forgot! I have to do something!" he beamed apologetically at Mikan. "Say hi to Misaki for me alright!" With a quick peck on her cheek, Akito took off leaving a bewildered Mikan in the corridor.
"I bet you enjoyed that."
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"Idiot," echoed an all-too-familiar voice.
Mikan spun around only to come face to face with the last person she wanted to see.
Natsume shot her an annoyed look, such an expression perplexed her; his eyes conveyed clues of noticeable anger.
What the heck is eating him? Mikan wondered, her eyes turning into slits. She had seen Natsume make that very peculiar expression several times, but she never really gave it a second thought. She could never understand his temperament no matter how much she tried, so what's the use in even trying? Although she found it cute when he becomes nice to her every now and then, he usually steps over the line more often than not.
"Hn, how typical of you…flirting with a loser in the middle of the hallway," he added, frowning intently at the direction where Akito had disappeared.
"And what's that to you," she shot back. "If you're here to harass me then you're just wasting your time!" How come this idiot always appears out of nowhere?
Natsume didn't answer.
Instead, he just stared at her.
His eerie silence bothered Mikan to no end---much more than when he opens his mouth.
"Wh-what?" Mikan felt a tremor go down her throat, his stare diffused her vision; its hollow immensity led the color of her skin to change into spontaneous cherry pink facades.
Avoiding his penetrating gaze, Mikan immediately veered until her back faced him.
"Well! If you're not going to say anything, I might as well go!" she snapped, flinging her bag over her shoulder. "I'm going to be late. Tsubasa and the others are probably waiting for me already." She barely walked a meter when he suddenly spoke up.
"Since when have you been on time, stupid?" Natsume snorted.
That conceited, arrogant jerk!
Mikan was about to strangle him; unfortunately, largely due to her carelessness, she stumbled backwards. "You….Waaaah!" she cried out, shutting her eyes and expecting to ram the ground any minute---but she never did. Gentle, firm hands had caught her shoulders providing enough support for her to remain upright. Mikan glanced up at him, only to find herself transfixed with his brick-colored eyes.
Their intimate proximity, with her hair spilled liberally over his arm and his warm sporadic breath against her cheek, immobilized her body; she closed her eyes cursing herself as her mind too, ceased to function.
Natsume watched as the petite girl in his arms stiffened.
The world seemed to come to a stop as their eyes met; their closeness preserved as time prolonged for them. There was something about her scent that he found somewhat endearing to his senses. He took in the picturesque lines that outlined her cheeks, suddenly overwhelmed with redness. He really didn't know how to carry on, as he found himself enjoying her nearness.
Then again, it could just be his stupid, freaky hormones working on his system that brought this current reverie.
Hug her! She's right there in your arms you spineless moron! He could just hear his squealing hormones tempt his sanity.
Screw puberty and its effect on his manhood.
But…maybe he could give in to this excitement, just this once.
The irritating moment she shared with that Akito-idiot lingered in his memory---this was the perfect chance to get back at her.
Ofcourse, teasing her in the process would not be a bad idea either. His suggestive thoughts slowly reeled in his better judgment; he consciously slid his arms around her waist, across her shoulders and squeezed her---tight.
Mikan let out a loud, frightened yelp.
Natsume closed the distance between his lips and her ear, allowing a low-pitched grunt to escape his voice box. He could feel her shiver against his touch. He knew the girl must be traumatized by now. "You know, little girl," he murmured huskily, his lips nuzzling against the sensitive pelt of her ear.
….
….
"You're such a klutz."
After ruining the moment, he released and pushed her away.
Mikan lurched forward but managed to regain her balance, blushing furiously. She looked up in disbelief, her mouth still gawking at him.
Natsume stuck out his tongue, looking intact as if nothing happened. "You should have seen your ugly face," he told her, putting his hands in his pockets. He waited for Mikan to snap out of her little trance.
He didn't have to wait that long, the girl was at his throat again in a matter of seconds.
"YOU PERVERT!" she choked at his departing posterior. She felt a pang of disappointment but as soon as his trap opened, she repressed it immediately. She leapt towards him and wrestled him to the ground, taking a hold of his sweater. Natsume just shot her a bored look, and that pissed her off even more.
"Get off, you molester. Don't rape me," he said, planning to make her look bad. This set her off even further, much to his pleasure.
"You're the molester around here!" she yelled back, shaking him vigorously. However, her attempt was pathetic since Natsume was much stronger, taller, and bigger than her. He stood up without difficulty as Mikan landed on her butt the second time that day. Though to her utter surprise, he suddenly gripped her elbow and pulled her up on her feet.
"Th-Thank you," she stuttered. Hey, why the hell am I thanking him! She mentally slapped herself. But…that was nice of him.
Damn, that guy is so unpredictable.
"Hey, polka-dots. The bra you bought is sticking out of your bag, if you'd like to know." He uttered, looking at her at the corner of his eye before disappearing at the corner of the hallway.
WHAT!
She scuttled towards her bag and found it tightly closed. She realized Natsume had bluffed to fool her so he could get away, that coward.
"NATSUUME!"
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Ruka rode at the back of his rhinoceros gritting his teeth.
He was on the hunt for Hotaru and her newly-acquired photos of him in his swimming trunks, when he heard a loud yelp from a distance. He jumped off the animal to check it out. At first, he thought it was an anguished dog seeking his help; but when he reached its origin, he realized it was a different dog altogether---a sly one, that looked awfully like his best friend.
And he had his arms around Mikan.
Ruka blinked in astonishment and rubbed his eyes incredulously. He squinted to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Yup, they're still there.
Plus they're still hugging.
…
…
Yup, they're hugging alright.
Ruka felt miffed by the scene right before him. His heart turned, His body grew numb. A familiar feeling returned to him; he recognized the feeling as a recurring one---was he jealous? He probably was, he admitted to himself. He had long disclosed to himself that he liked Mikan, ever since grade school; maybe to the point that he might even be in love with her.
His face loomed as darkness stifled his heart. Ruka distinguished how Natsume seemed to be enjoying himself---very much. He empathized with the happiness his best friend felt, especially since he believed he deserved it. Yet deep inside, he knew he didn't mean every word of that.
Damn.
Now he felt restless.
Ruka continued to brood about his love-life, completely forgetting the fact that Hotaru must already be selling his photos and displaying them all over the school. The face of his best friend appeared in his mind, refusing to go away.
Oh great, now my conscience is getting to me.
"Oi."
Ruka was stunned. Did the picture of Natsume in his head just talk? Now he knew he was losing it.
"Ruka?" it said, aiming a questioning look at him. "Hey, you okay?"
Apparently, the image on his head wasn't just an image---it was a real, live, and knowing Natsume. Ruka cleared his mind, he must have spaced out longer than he thought. He regained his composure and flashed a smile at his friend reassuringly. "Yeah, I guess I spaced out."
"…"
"…"
My god, talking to him was too awkward.
Ruka wanted to break the silence but his tongue seemed to be tied. Natsume took the burden off his shoulders.
"Come on."
Ruka shot one last glance at Mikan, who had just screeched Natsume's name into the atmosphere and by his request, followed Natsume.
"Yeah."
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"Waaaai! Our little baby is growing up!"
The older girls in her special-ability class had gathered around Mikan to fuss over the exciting potentials of her womanhood.
Mikan, being the innocent girl that she was, had become extremely baffled by the sudden complexity of their vocabulary.
She sweated and turned to her study-partner, Tsubasa Andou as the words "boyfriend", "periods", "push-ups", and "lipstick" tumbled from their mouths, seeking to be enlightened on the definition of those words. She had no idea what they were talking about.
Tsubasa shrugged in reply. Not surprisingly, he had no idea what they were talking about either, or perhaps he found it too disturbing to be the one explaining those stuffs to Mikan. This was also true for the rest of the male population in their Special-Ability class, as we all know--but Mikan didn't really know that, did she?
To her relief, Misaki Harada stepped in the midst of the commotion and settled down the overexcited women, releasing Mikan from her logical troubles.
"Now girls, you're embarrassing her," she simply stated, "Let her go. You must consider what she's feeling at this time of her life. I'm sure you girls remember how you felt back then."
"You're right, Misaki," one of the girls agreed, letting go of Mikan's arm.
All the girls in the class nodded knowingly, bonded by the certain universal experience that only women shared and understood.
The boys in the class just looked at each other; also bonded by how little they understood of women, and would rather not get involved with it.
Mikan seemed to be the only clueless person in that room.
However, she seemed to be more concerned of starting the study session in the absence of Noda-sensei, who was probably somewhere time-tripping, than think about her evidently urgent need for sex education.
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To be continued…
Author's Note: (shakes head) Who, among you would like to teach Mikan? (I sure don't!) The next chapter will be entitled "Chest Sizes Do Matter!" and I've already started it. Mikan's breasts will finally grow bigger in Chapter 3…how did that happen? I, for one, would love to see Natsume's face when he sees it...uh, them…uh, her. Stay tuned! Hope you liked this chapter! R&R please! I'd love to hear your reviews. Suggestions are very much welcome. (Waves Ruka fanclub flag in the air)