I'll update my other story sooner or later…my friend just wanted me to continue this one ASAP. So yeah! Ttyl!!
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Chapter 2- I'm back
He pinned her against the wall. His grip was almost unbearable as his eyes flashed with his emotions unmasked.
"Why?" he thundered, "Why did you have to leave me for so long? Would it have killed you to come back for a visit, or at least write?!"
She opened her mouth, but words had deserted her, leaving her speechless. Hotaru looked frightened; Ruka was pissed.
"Sir. Release her at once!" a heavily muscled bodyguard ordered, laying a hand on Natsume's shoulder.
"It's okay, David!" Mikan quickly calmed the annoyed man from her position against the wall, "He's okay."
Natsume's crimson orbs drilled into her like a spot of light in a dark room, the classroom growing steadily hotter.
"Natsume!" Ruka cried, "Control yourself!! You're gonna hurt her. At the very least do something about the heat!"
Hotaru pulled out her Baka Gun but Natsume burned every bullet she shot. Mikan sighed in surrender.
"Natsume. I'm sor-" Mikan started before he cut her off by fervently kissing her neck and face. Her eyes went wide, until his lips met hers, and she closed her eyes softly. Hotaru pulled out her camera quickly as Ruka grinned madly. Sumire, walking through the door, let out a shrill scream. Her Natsume was wrapped around that model!!!
Flashback to a little while before
"Well. We have a new girl today, but I think she's still at her photo-shoot," Narumi-sensei addressed the class.
"Photo-shoot!" Koko repeated in shock! "Why do we need a model in our class anyway? You know we don't like newcomers anymore."
Yuu put a hand on Koko's shoulder, "We will make her feel welcome whether she's Mikan, (he glanced at Natsume), or not." The class president ordered softly.
The door suddenly banged open, and a beautiful girl in dark sunglasses rushed in breathlessly. She had not yet changed out of her red and black mini skirt with a small slit up the side and red and black top cut to show-off her flat stomach and a small amount of her matured cleavage. The tattoo on her lower back was just barely visible as her flying trench coat quickly covered it. She was panting, but still gorgeous.
"Sorry I'm late! The shooting went long and I had a quick meeting with my publishing company about another job. And even after dodging the stupid media, I had to get through the stupid traffic. I'll try to be more punctual after work, but…"
Narumi cut her off, "It's okay! I understand that you have a hectic life as a teen idol, so don't worry about being late to class. I have to head to a teacher's meeting, so…" Narumi looked her over and raised his eyebrows, "Maybe you should change into uniform!"
The model giggled sweetly, "Sorry Daddy, but I don't have my uniform yet. It's being tailored by the agency so I can wear it in public without looking like a preppy loser or something (A/N- I wear a skirt for my uniform, so this means NOTHING! Besides, I like my uniform)"
He ruffled her hair and leaned forward to talk to her bodyguard while she surveyed the class from behind her shades. They all turned to the door when someone banged on the door impatiently. Jinno-sensei glared at Narumi for a minute. He went to talk to the model, and then turned to Narumi.
"Do the words 'teacher' and 'meeting' mean anything to you? Like the fact we have a teacher's meeting right now!" He yelled at Narumi. The bodyguard smiled slightly. Grabbing Narumi's arm, he dragged him out of the room, sparks flying. Narumi yelled that the class was free that day as he was dragged out of the room. Hotaru, seeing the interest of the boys, went forward to make some money. Sumire stormed out of the room with her entourage behind her.
While Natsume and co. were watching the teacher's drama, a nine-year-old boy was creeping into the room. He went unnoticed as the teacher's fought, and stared at the beautiful girl with the hulking bodyguard.
"Sakura-sama," the bodyguard addressed the girl, "Which ones should I allow to be near you?"
"I told you to call me Mikan-chan." The model demanded angrily, "And the ones you need to know are Hotaru Iami, Natsume Hyuuga, Ruka…"
"Mommy Mikan?" the little boy blurted out, running toward her.
"Youichi!" she shouted as he barreled into her, knocking her glasses to the floor. She wrapped her arms around her favorite little demon-caster. Youichi felt tears soak his shirt as Mikan wrapped her arms around him and lifted him in a wild circle.
Seconds later, Youichi was pulled from her grasp as a shadow towered over them. Natsume pulled his girl toward him and threw her into the wall as the class watched in scilence and awe.
End Flashback
At Sumire's scream, Natsume and Mikan broke apart reluctantly. Youichi returned to his "mother's" arms and all Mikan's old friends began to crowd around her. Sumire shrieked again when she watched Natsume pull Mikan onto his lap and lock his lips in hers. He saw Sumire's glare and smirked. Mikan followed his gaze and gave Sumire the same smirk her beloved boy was showing. Since she was back, she might was well start her revenge with Sumire.
"What happened Mikan?" Hotaru asked, "Why did you leave without saying anything?"
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