Chapter 2: The Official Round
"Hotaru!!" Mikan cried as she ran up and tried to hug her best friend. As expected, (even from Mikan although she still tries to hug her), Hotaru pulled out her Baka Gun. Upgraded to 5.4. The brunette was than shot through the air, around 100 feet away from the amethyst eyed girl.
Even though she was a way off, Hotaru can hear a loud and clear, "Itaiii!!!" When Mikan was making her way back to her best friend, her chauffeur handed the huge bag to the inventor. As he turned to leave, Hotaru peered inside, and smiled. Just a little. Seems like she's satisfied with the things Aunty (Mikan's mom) gave.
Seconds later, the green eyed ( I know she has hazel eyes but I think green looks better. Tell me if you have a complaint. I don't mind...much) girl ran back already, to find her friend gone. Glancing around, she decided it was the best choice to just head to the main house.
"Hotaru!!! Where are you? Hotaru?" Mikan called out, searching all over the house. Just to find her best friend in the living room with a whole bunch of money.
The brunette could quietly hear her counting.
"5,600 yen, 6,000, 6,300...."
Not sure to interrupt her, the childish girl pouted a little and made a tiny announcement. "I'm hungry!"
Amazingly,the raven haired girl paid attention to her. "Then lets go eat." Quickly, she grabbed that weird large bag with her, along with her professional looking black spring jacket with her. Behind, was a confused teenager. Not sure why Hotaru actually agreed to it with no bribe.
'Oh well. At least I get to go eat now!' a certain brunette thought.
At the Restaurant... (Sorry, just too lazy to type about the way they got there.)
"Amazing! They have so many different things to eat here!And it's mostly french food!. I love it here!" Mikan said ecstatically. She scanned the large menu in her hand. "I think I'm going to get the Italian spaghetti with minced beef, an ice cream soda, and gelatin! What about you Hotaru?"
Four simple words were uttered by the inventor. "Crab roe and lobster."
Our protagonist sweat dropped. 'Hotaru...always with the seafood.' ( Let me say this if I hadn't mentioned before, but Mikan isn't that...dimwitted in this story.)
After placing their orders and eating, with Mikan slurping, and making a big scene with her spaghetti, Hotaru finally got Mikan to pay the bill for both of them. Happy and content, the two best friends walked out of the restaurant. Well, Mikan actually skipped out, but that's not the point.
"Ne, Hotaru? Where are we going to go now?" Hopping a bit, she started walking backwards, facing the other girl.
"Just follow me." she said sternly.
And there goes the onyx haired one. Knowing it's best not to argue with Hotaru at the moment, the choices she had were one: to follow obediently, or two: be forced to go by the Baka gun. Not much of a choice right?
Quickly, Mikan followed behind her best friend, twisting and turning around corners. Some time later, they've reached Hotaru's wanted location. Grand Central.
"Come on, Mikan." Swiftly, the mature girl walked through the doors of a elegant looking hotel. Mikan then followed, closely behind.
"Uhh, 'taru-chan? What are we doing here at the Prince Hotel?"
Smirking just a bit, Hotaru replied. "So you can read." before she continued to walk across the large lobby and to the smooth stone counters in the lobby. She whispered something to one of the receptionists and handed over a card. Mikan couldn't quite make out the words they were saying, but after a while, it seems like the receptionist gave up and gave Hotaru some kind of information she wanted.
Once again, the brunette had to follow behind, through a couple of doors and corridors, until they reached some room with pink and purple lights. "Where are we?" Confused, and blinded with the bright lights, she blinked rapidly.
"Grand ballroom. Don't make yourself look like a fool here, idiot. It's a high class place and event."
Still not sure what was going on, the green eyed girl was lead to another room with a large stage, by the person that seemed like the host of the event. When everyone had gathered around the flat stage, a long blond haired woman, man? climbed onstage and made an announcement.
"There are 150 of you girls here today, to try and impress the heir to the Hyuuga Corps. Good luck to all of you, an don't break the rules! So lets get this started and look pretty girls!" The...person said cheerfully into the microphone.
"WHAT??! HOTARU! I TOLD YOU I DON'T NEED A BOYFRIEND! WHY THE HELL DID YOU BRING ME HERE?!?"
Hotaru just gave a little smile and disappeared into the midst of the crowd.
"Damn Hotaru! I can't believe she got me! Again!"
Suddenly, guards on the sides of the room urged all the participating girls toward the back stage. (I don't think there's one at the Ritz, but let's just pretend, okay?) Inside, all the girls were pushing each other around, getting dressed, and some put on TONS of make up. Mikan just stood there for a while when Hotaru came in and shoved a gi in front of Mikan.
"Huh? Why did you bring me a gi? (A gi is like those martial arts uniforms.) It's not martial arts competition or something, is it? And how did you get even see me with all these people?"
Shrugging, the onyx haired girl said, "You're just an idiot. Go get dressed."
Grumbling, the brunette went to one of the bathrooms to change since all the other girls were hogging the place.
Time For the Round to Begin..
After a few girls had gone onstage and got questioned, performed there talents, and wink or wave at the judges...or some things worse than that. Watching the girls onstage, Mikan recognized a few of her friends.
"Sumire Shouda. Proceed to the stage." a girl with black haired, permed, and green highlights walked made her way to the center of the stage.
"Please state your interests and skills,and what you do in your spare time." A male judged addressed Sumire.
Permy thought for a moment before speaking into the microphone."My interests are in acting, track, and going shopping. And I'm good at track,giving makeovers, and, of course, being a natural born leader!" She raised her head proudly as she said that.
Mikan watching from backstage just slinked back from the curtains and sweat dropped. Typical. She watched from the maroon curtains as more contestants presented themselves, including, Anna Umenomiya, and Nonoko Ogasawara. (Very long last names, ne?)
About 3 hours or so, when most of the contestants were already presented, except for two particular people, a certain crimson eyed, ash-haired boy walked in. Causing ear splitting screams from over 100 different girls.
"Natsume!! I love you!"
"Natsume! Please marry me!"
Many were screaming ridiculous things like that for over 5 minutes now, before one voice reached the ears of everyone despite the noise volume.
"NATSUME-SAMA!! PLEASE MARRY ME! I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH! I HAVE YOUR PICTURE,YOUR POSTER, ALL THE MAGAZINE COVERS YOU WERE ON, AND I WATCHED ALL THE SHOWS THAT YOU'VE STARRED IN! EVEN THE INTERVIEWS! PLUS, I HAVE OVER 200 THINGS THAT YOU'VE OWNED BEFORE AND DIDN'T WANT!"
That was plain silly. Mikan heard this, even from backstage, and peered from the curtains, giggling as silently as she can. She didn't want to disturb the silence that was there after that was shouted. The brunette had already recognized the voice long ago, discovering the owner of it to be one of her best friends, Permy-chan. Who knew she was this obsessed over Natsume Hyuuga?
Meanwhile, Natsume had ignored the screams from his fan girls, but when that came, he couldn't help but to stop walking and twitch a bit, trying to keep void of emotions. Seconds later of standing still as a statue, he resumed walking towards the judges seats toward an empty chair there. Pairs of eyes followed his every movement. A twitch, a step, a shuffle. Creepy, right?
'This has been happening for YEARS, and it's still creepy. I mean..posters? What the hell? And how the heck did she manage to get the things that I've thrown out or something? Nevermind 200 things.' the seventeen year old thought.
'It would've been a lot better if my stupid dad didn't make me come. Said it was 'required'. Now I'm surrounded by creepy fangirls. You can pratically see that evil glint in their eyes...On the bright side, I'll get to see the girls who might have a chance to be my girlfriend. Let's hope it's not a fan girl....come to think of it now...I'll need to call the guys and tell them to pray for me. Not that they're Christian but I need all the luck I can get!'
Silently, he sat down in the foldable chair and turned his head towards the stage, apparently waiting for the first round to resume. It took moments before everyone, including judges, got over the shock that THE Natsume Hyuuga is actually here.
"Ahem...May Luna Koizumi please step on stage." the same judge who addressed Sumire said.
Natsume once again, traveled to his own thoughts. 'Shit. This is gonna take a while. Of all the times to present, she had to go when I got here. It's not easy to forget an ex-girlfriend/major freaky fan girl who is at your heels every second of your fucking life!'
He glanced toward the stage to see Luna strutting up, winking, and blowing kisses at him. He shuddered, as unnoticeably as possible. 'Goddamn. I should've brought my Ipod.'
Author's Note: Minna-san!! Please don't kill me 'cause I didn't update! I should've warned everyone that if they read this, they should expect procrastination! Gah!! Please don't kill me
P.S. Thanks for all the reviews so far! Ciao~
~PinkVanilla