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It was the ritualistic Saturday night where all of Mikan's gang of friends gathered at their usual place, a pub owned by the twins' parents, to meet and greet each other, to catch up with that other piece of gossip they hadn't chanced upon yet, and most importantly, to drown out all the sorrows that university life had brought upon them for the past month. Yes, all that hoo-ha was a monthly thing that was obligatory for everyone to attend, else they'd get the bad end of the lounge couch at the bar and would be made to drink whatever cheap whisky the poorest person in the lot could effort.
Mikan set into thought; of course Sumire would mouth off about Mikan's recent "stalker letter" without even one drink in her system, and if news of that awkward, ill formed letter broke out, then her carefully maintained innocent composure would be blasted apart. There could possibly exist no way to bribe Sumire out of attending the meet except buy her that ridiculously expensive handbag she'd eyed the other day, but Mikan would have to simply forget attending university should she choose the bribery; the recent incident surely wasn't THAT big of a bother to cover up and forego her education.
So there, the realization that her secret would be exposed to all hit her not so surprisingly. The least she'd be able to do was not stay at the place where Sumire would oust it all. Mikan could choose to stay at her dingy little apartment room, she could afford to choose to skip the meet as it was a well known truth that the poorest of the gang was Mikan, so if she wouldn't come, she would be spared the expense of either buying someone the beer (even the cheapest beer was obviously expensive for Mikan's wallet) or drinking cheap beer that someone else would buy for her. Spending the time in rereading the Fifty Shades trilogy sounded like a wonderful option just then.
Sumire argued a lot and fought over Mikan's refusal to come till the fresh gold paint on her nails dried up. As she ran late, she gave up on it and exited their place after throwing a real nasty, disapproving look at her best friend. The loud 'bang' of the door was in sync with the 'hop' sound that Mikan's mismatched speakers made upon hitting the first step of the stairway leading to her room. Worry was for tomorrow, or maybe in a couple of minutes till angry texts from friends would flood her inbox. Now was for books, solace and peace.
An hour or two must have passed since Sumire left Mikan to her own bliss; the ice-cream truck that would usually make a weird nine pm round of the neighborhood was coming around, its bells pealing high. Having been stuck in her room for a while then, and of course having had enough of a character she didn't like in the book, Mikan decided that it was time for a break, for some strawberry ice-cream with sprinkles and sizzling chocolate sauce on the top, and decided to finish it off while sitting out on their cold porch. She made it out onto the street just before the truck could drive off of the street; she couldn't help but stand dumbstruck at the mailbox a little and wonder about which insane person would have had the guts to imagine fucking her. Truth be told, she never had had any luck in the dating department what with always being stuck to a book that was hard to tear her eyes away from.
A sharp yell from the girl, and a couple of forced grumbles from the young truck driver got Mikan her ice-cream just the way she wanted it. Unknown to her, the boy watched her intently while he took his time to choose her choice of cone, ogled her outfit while the strawberry ice-cream was guzzled by the thick cone, and the sprinkles took quite a while as they were (claimed to be) empty, thus giving the ice-cream benefactor all the necessary time in giving Mikan more than just giving an eyeful along with her treat. Boy was he so glad that the raspy whiskers-girl wasn't with the brunette that night like always!He'd set his eyes on this one for too long and was tired of that common one's non-attractive attempts at flirting with him.
'Give me your number, and I'll pass on your treat for tonight.' was the direct sentence shot at Mikan while he held her cone at arm's length-an inviting offer for her, he knew that well as he'd been noticing her from the time she was hunting for apartments in that area after having been accepted at the university, and each time when she'd bought ice-cream from him for about two years now. It was surprising for Mikan; she felt amazed at how she hadn't made a friend of this awesome ice-cream truck Toru, by the likes of his nameplate, the very first time she'd bought from him, and was somehow feeling low for being a 'bad person,' clearly ignorant of the fact that tempting-Toru might be the bad guy there. No, she wasn't surprised that he was asking for her number at all, she was just wired that way, as chillingly innocent as the pink fluff that was enticing her just across.
After a little jig on the spot and a cheery 'Yay!' from his customer, Toru wryly smiled at his victory. 'Not much in this one, such an easy win...' he thought while handing the cone back, touching her fingers for an instant longer, mistakenly of course. He chatted her up for a while longer, dilly-dallying, as Sumire would've termed it, making her spill her personal things though nothing as such came from his lips; he wanted to know more of this alluring girl from whom he wanted his share...
Finished with her dessert, Mikan handed a few bills and hastily began jotting down her number on a piece of tissue for Toru; the cold of the night was getting to her, and after her strawberry delight caused the night's freeze to drop down a little for her, huddling within her blanket with a hoodie on was what she wanted to do.
A sudden, loud crunch of gravel startled both people under the ice-cream truck shelter, causing Mikan to lightly jerk forward in surprise, her nose touching the cone and leaving a small pink blob on her nose. The bright light of the street lamp shone a good tone of reflection off of the incoming person's black, formal shoes, while displaying the long legs clad in grey trousers striding fast toward them, the figure looming larger with each step taken, illuminating strong features in the night's shadow of a well-built male who had his jacket hung on his shoulder. Mikan was reminded of her current read's hero as the man's silhouette seemed nearly-similar to the description in her worn-out novel.
A smooth face appeared out from the inky darkness once the steps faltered and came to a stop. Abnormally bright crimson eyes and a flash of earrings caught her sight with a jolt, and the rest of her observation of the stranger brought yet another shocking wave upon her-the man was too beautiful and...hot! Hot was generally Sumire's words for a buffed-up man she'd corner to flirt, but never Mikan; this was a new change in the brunette's mental vocabulary.
Red-eyes must have found her rude for he sent her an equally fixated glance till her embarrassed red face turned away. Her cheeks reddened even more when she caught wind of him staring at her ice-cream drooping pink nose. Hastily wiping it off with the tissue with her number on, she quickly bid goodnight to Toru and
mikan gets to just see him, gets entranced by his strange red eyes; this guy was too intimidating and she was simply too meek.
Toru was highly agitated at his new customer, by the looks of the man standing inside the truck's roof, for making Mikan go away just when she was about to hand in her number, he cursed his luck for how stupidly Mikan used the tissue in wiping herself before chucking it away when he was to have saved her number by then! He wanted to shout at the man, give him a blow across that pretty face of his. Toru wanted to trash him out until he saw the stranger's face. His breath caught at the wide, twisted smile that made the man look terrifically violent. The man caught Toru's sight and nodded up to Mikan's building, then pointed to himself, all the while having that devilish, threatening look plastered on his face.
Gulping down hard on his throat, poor ice-cream boy got away with his vehicle for he was made clear of one thing: that silly brunette was this man's girl by the way it looked. Guys easily make it clear to one another of who is their girl is, so the others can not mess with her.
Natsume Hyuuga grinned more widely at Toru's and Mikan's departure, much happy at the latter's. He didn't want any male to tarnish her even just a little. He would make sure. That he would.
A/N: Though this was initially written down in my phone, here is where I got most of this chapter shaped up and typed out: goo . gl / SOZgXa
(Remove the spaces here and there.)
-April Twelving.