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"I have my ears and eyes ubiquitously. Be afraid."
~Romantic Heir~
[Phase Two]
My so-called, "Love."
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They say,
"Love makes you feel like flying because of happiness."
But fate is being cruel to me…
How come I am the only one feeling like this?
I feel like,
Love makes you be on fire like you're in hell because of jealousy and sadness.
Why?
Is it because I've loved the wrong person?
Is it because…
I…
Love…
Her…?
The light was starting to throw the darkness away. And the dim-lighten room was soon brighten by the light from the sun. The birds were already singing to their chosen houses to wake up people.
I crumpled my body inside this silky smooth blanket as the light from the sun, rise, and started to blind my eyes. I groaned and ruffled my hair.
RIIIINNNGGG!!!
The continuous ringing of my alarm clock, started. Then I realized that it is already morning. It is the start of my new day.
Again with the boring day.
I stuck out my hands and tried to turn off the annoying alarm clock without looking at it. It took me five minutes before I got the alarm clock in my hands.
BLAG!
But it slipped.
I broaden my eyes and soon, I rolled them.
"Shit." I cursed under my breath. Great, just great. I just got my first word of the day.
I annoyingly got off my bed and stared blankly at the ringing alarm clock. I yawned and put my index finger in my ear. The alarm clock was making my ears bleed. And to my irritation, I kicked off the alarm clock very hard. I grinned and clicked my tongue, amazed by the action I did.
I was soon found inside this bathroom. I cupped my hands into the running water from the faucet and splash it to my face. Then I reached out for my tooth brush and put toothpaste on it as I proceed in brushing my teeth. After that, I turned my heels away from the sink and went in the shower. I got off to my closet and bit my lower lip, half-closing my eyes and looked carefully at my polo's, pants, slacks, etcetera. I wonder what outfit I should wear today.
Then the black long-sleeved polo caught my attention as I reached for it and throw it to the nearest chair. I looked for a matchingvest. Usually it will be white.
Bingo.
I just saw one and pulled it out, staring at it.
Perfect.
Its neck hole and the edges are white and black stripe down to pale-white at its body. No, it doesn't have a sleeve, obviously because it's a vest. Then, of course, I will wear slacks. So I pluck out the grayish slacks and throw it together with the two upper outfits. I wore my outfit and looked at myself in the mirror.
Something's missing.
I looked again, from head to toe and stopped at my neck, at my long-sleeved polo.
"It's the necktie." I said and smirked.
I opened my drawer filled with different neckties. Then I pointed my index finger from left to right, staring closely with it as I made a vague sound under my breath and let my eyebrow into v-shape.
I can't choose.
I need her to choose for me.
I went out of my room and walked towards her room. But suddenly, I stopped in front of her door. I let out a wryly smile at the site. Then I stared at the floor, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing.
The door that I'm looking at is full of girly things. There's also a picture of her at the right side. Ribbons and flowers in different styles and colors are scattered around the door.
Two words to describe, Scrap Book.
It's more like, crap for me.
I knocked thrice and waited for a comeback. Na-uh, what do you expect from a monster amateur-sleepy girl?
"Hey idiot, I'll come in now." I said as if I'm warning as I slowly turned the door knob and saw her.
The sun is running to her body. She shines so bright that I can't even look at her. She's Like an illuminati—No, she's like an angel.
I scooted towards her and took a sit beside her. I carried my hands but my hands are so heavy whenever I planned to touch her face. It feels like someone is forbidding me to do it so I shook my head from the thought and slapped her face gently as she let out a groan while I rolled my eyes.
"I'm tired of waking you up every morning," I sighed and shook her head. I smirked, evilly, when my eyes caught the pink vase full with water, "and I'm tired of being late because of you."
SPLASH!
I poured the water in the vase right on her face. I think that rhymes.
"What the--!" She startled as she suddenly took a sit and stared at me with those hazel brown, sleepy eyes, "N-Natsume?!"
"Shut up. You are making my ears bleed." She let out a cute pout and rested her chin on her hands.
"Mou." I rolled my eyes and stood up,
"Hurry up. You have to choose a necktie for me." I closed the door behind me and smiled, a little. I heard a groan from her, "Fine," And heard some foot steps.
"Ugh," I twisted my index finger in my ear.
I've already had enough of that stupid alarm clock.
I was sitting on my sofa inside my room. My room is very spacious and it's like a suite in a three-star hotel. My room is painted with light-brown. It is fully carpeted and my bed is king size. It is a two door room because of the living room being separated with my bed room. My room is 200 square meters. My living room is 50 square meters, my bathroom is 70 square meters and my bed room is 80 square meters. The veranda is already with my bed room.
I groaned in irritation. She's taking too long to arrive. I've been waiting here for an hour. There's nothing to watch in this stupid television. So I picked up my ipod and plug the ear phones to my ears as I closed my eyes. Thirty minutes more, I felt someone's hands run through my arms. It grabbed my arms and hugged me behind.
"I'm here." A girly voice seductively said as I gulped.
Damn, I can feel my hormones raging.
"Don't let your stupid germs get into me, Stupid." I said in a low voice before putting away her hands, angrily.
"Aww, our little Natsume got angry." She let out a giggle and opened my drawer filled with my neckties.
I made a fake cough, "I can't find a matched necktie." She stared at my raven-eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"The hell?" She pulled out a maroon, blue-black spattered at the necktie and with that, I clicked my tongue.
"That's unbelievable," She walked to me and put the necktie on my neck, "I think you are just teasing me." She pulled up my collar and fixed my necktie.
"No, I didn't saw that pattern before."
"Oh really, huh?"
"Yeah, idiot." I pulled her into a hug making her face closer to mine. I smirked but soon I coughed, this time, it is not a fake anymore.
"Wha-t-th-e!" I gripped my neck while coughing hard as she laughed evilly. This girl, how dare she push the necktie until it choked me?! Is she trying to kill me?!
"Serves you right, pervert." She stuck out her tongue and closed the door behind. I fixed my necktie on my own and followed her outside.
She was wearing a yellow frilly bolero with a white shirt inside. Her yellow frilly skirt was just above her knees. Her brown boots like a country-girl matches her outfit with her cow-girl hat. Her hair is in two low pigtailed braids. She has her green big bracelets at her right wrist and a silver-golden watch at her left. Her make-up is just an average but perfect. She is simple but gorgeous.
"You witch." I said while walking after her. I tried to catch up but she walked faster.
"Well, I only do bad things to someone who did badly to me." I rolled my eyes at her statement. I was just…teasing her. That's not bad…right?
"Hn." The only thing that I can—should, reply.
"Oh yeah, it's Saturday today, right?" She asked, stopping her tracks.
"Yeah?" I said, questionably, "So what?"
"Hm, nothing. Maybe we can meet up with Ruka-sama."
Again with the, 'Ruka-sama.'
"I don't think so." I said, shuddering. We heard the intro of her ring tone and looked at her vibrating pocket.
(1) I go, oh-uh,
You go, uh, uh
La, la, la, la
Ah-La, la, la
I get, la, la, la, la, la, la
I wanna, wanna, wanna
Get, get, get, what I want, don't stop
Gimme, gim--
She got startled with her ringing phone. Soon, she hooked it from her pocket and answered it, "Hello?" I stared at her and wait for her to finish.
"Ah, yes! I am--" She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "—we're available." I raised my eyebrow at her actions. What's with her rolling eyes? She put down her handy phone and put it back to her pocket.
"So…?" I folded my arms with each other and looked at her. She smiled widely with sparkling eyes. I think I know now why.
"We are going to meet my prince charming." I rolled my eyes and groaned.
One more rolling and I'll lose my eyes.
"Where?" I asked. Looking pissed off and as usual acting innocent.
"Where else? At the Giardino di fiori café."
Don't roll your eyes Natsume, treasure your eyes.
Right, Now I'm talking to myself.
This is going to be a long day.
We made it to café and now I'm trying hard to keep my tolerance high.
Thirty minutes ago since we got here and there are already five sluts who tried to flirt with me.
Disgusting.
And there were also girls who don't have enough courage to walk towards me but kept on pulling up their skirts, wanting me to drool over their ugly legs. Some are revealing their cleavages to me while they don't even have large boobs. Right now and then, I want to hurl.
"Hey, one chocolate frappe." I ordered at the waitress who's a friend of her. She smiled and blushed.
Ugh.
To tell you the truth, I never liked chocolates. It reminds me of my sickening past. Whenever the Valentines Day will come, expect the gaga girls sending tons of chocolates to me. I abhor it. I despise it. Valentines Day was a cursed day for me.
After five minutes, the waitress gave me my order. I took it and sipped a little from it. Without noticing, my eyes took a glance outside and I got choked.
"What the hell?!" My jaw dropped at the scene.
There are like millions of girls in front of the café, not counting the guys and gays. I watched the people screech in a very high pitch. Great, alarm clock, her shouting voice, and now these people. How poor my ears are. I gape at the people, erm, more like waiting for something to happen. My lips smiled. The people were cut into half revealing her prince charming.
"Welcome, Prince Ruka Hyuuga." I muttered.
"Is it him?! Is it Ruka-sama?!" I glanced at the panicking girl at the kitchen with my bored eyes. I just can't roll my eyes anymore. It is all thanks for this great day, today.
"Natsume, is it him?!"
"Yeah, stupid."
"What's with you and your dead voice? Aren't you happy to see him?"
"Hn." Honestly, I don't know. It's a mixed feeling: sadness, jealousy, and happiness. I fixed my eyes at the front door and waited for him to come in.
There you are, Ruka-sama.
He looked around and saw me waving my hands and smiling at him, a little.
"Yo, Ruka…" I took a sip at my chocolate frappe and looked outside.
Ruka Hyuuga. He is the fifteen year old boy who wants to have a normal life. He is very kind to the people especially to the elders but actually he despises his work. He is just showing kindness to the people because of his work. To be honest, whenever he treats someone nicely, it only means that he hates them—except when he treats his friends nicely, the kind face that he is showing is not a fake one. Mostly, he was smiling at the person that he is talking to but suddenly, he will looked at us and make a face like he wanted to vomit. Yes, I know, he is ostentatious. But I can't blame him since his work is really annoying. A prince of a country? For me, it will be hell.
"Longtime no see, Natsume. It's odd, ordering a chocolate frappe. It's like a miracle for you to like chocolate." He said as he took a seat on the chair then he followed my gaze.
"I want to try other drink for once." I rolled my eyes and groaned. Shit, my pitiful eyes. I shook my head and thought of a question.
"There are too many people outside now. Is it because of your presence?" He got choked. Hah, funny.
"Of course not!" He said, loudly and with that I smirked. Then I rested my chin on my right hand.
"Heh…Mimasaki-san is getting prettier day by day. Are you going to continue ignoring a beautiful lady like her?" He raised an eyebrow while I looked at his navy-blue eyes.
"What?! If you want her then go approach her." I widened my eyes at his reaction. Tha-that's just…absurd!
Wha—what the hell was he thinking?
--Wait, he maybe not even thinking, is he?
"As if I'll do that? Not even in your dreams." Even if I am a playboy I won't do dirty things. As much as possible, I don't want to hit someone that my friends are acquainted with. Especially if it's some kind of a boring girl who can't even entertain me.
"Ah! Ruka-sama!" She shouted from behind and walked towards us.
"Mikan. You look cute in your uniform." Ruka said. Cute? Hah. Somehow, I think, Ruka is purposely making my blood boil.
"Really? Hahaha, thanks, Ruka-sama!" She turned around and bowed at him like a princess. A stupid princess, I may add.
"How many times should I tell you that you must not call me 'sama' and just my name?" Ruka asked her while I watched them talking with each other.
Now that Ruka mentioned it, the stupid never called him just by his name since we've met. It has been eleven years already, for someone's sake! The 'sama' was always hooked up together with his name.
"Well, us woman respect you so much Ruka-sama." She pulled out a sheet from her maiden costume pocket with a ball pen from the back of her ear.
Woman, you say, huh? Perfect. I was waiting for my time to talk.
"What woman are you saying? You are not a woman at all but I should consider you as a little girl." I said, grinning like a devil while I saw Ruka trying hard to stop himself from laughing.
"Y-you dumb ass! You are just jealous because women respect Ruka-sama more than anyone! And it would take a million years or even never for you to gain that kind of respect from women especially from me!" She said angrily and with that I smirked. Could you believe that? She said that in one breath. Tch. What a deviant girl.
"Okay, Mikan just give me a cappuccino." Heh, Ruka's trying to stop us from talking, right? Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a bad prince.
"Y-yes Ruka-sama, anything else?"
"Hmm…give me one sansrival."
"Okay. One cappuccino and sansrival on the go!" I sniffed at her stupid actions and ruffled my hair. Then I saw Lin walking towards us. I looked back at Ruka whose eyes were half closed.
"Ruka-sama, there are too many people getting curious of you. We have to go, now."
"Mimasaki-san we've just arrived here about six minutes ago and you want us to leave this place already?"
"I'm sorry, Ruka-sama but the Medias might come to this place."
"I don't care."
"Bu-but--"
"Lin!"
"H-hey, Lin," I paused as Lin looked at me together with Ruka, "Just let our best friend have some time with us. Don't be so strict." I run my fingers through my hair and winked at her as she blushed. Well, it's not my fault that even if a girl who likes someone else will be attracted by my looks. I'm just too beautiful to take. Haha.
"F-fine," I grinned widely at her as she continued, "But the two of you will accompany him at his ribbon cutting, today."
"Wh-whaattt???!!" She suddenly butted in with a shout.
"Ruka-sama is going to cut the ribbons for his new company." Lin answered her and looked back at me.
"Is it fine for you, Natsume-sama? To join Ruka-sama?" I let out a nod and glared at the stupid girl.
My eyes were saying 'Come-with-me-or-else-you're-dead.'
She pouted and sighed and obviously, she agreed.
"Hey, Mikan." Ruka called as she looked at him with her sparkling eyes.
"What is it, Ruka-sama?" Ugh. I'm like watching a Romeo and Juliet here.
"Where's my order?" Ruka said, sweat dropping.
"Oh yeah! I nearly forgot about it!" She laughed nervously and ran off to the counter. I sighed in desperation, until when will she remain being stupid?
"I'm sorry, Ruka-sama!" I gazed at her. She was running. I mean, she was really running. And when I said she was running, she is really running…so fast.
"Mikan, don't run!" Ruka shouted. I'm really having a bad feeling about this.
"Her--!"
BLAG!- She slipped then stood up.
CLANK!- Then she accidentally pushed the utensils at the other table.
TUG!- After saying a million sorry, she walked ahead us again but she tripped.
SPLASH!
"Holy Shit." I cursed and looked at my wet slacks. Then I glared at her whose hand in between my legs, still holding the cup of cappuccino. She smiled at me, nervously.
"S-sorry…?"
"Fuck you?!" I shouted and poked her head very hard. She whined and cried like a baby at the floor. I ignored her and continued cursing her loudly, catching the people's attention.
"H-hey, Natsume, Mikan already said her sorry." Ruka said as I divert my glare at him. He got taken back but soon recovered and kneeled down to Mikan.
"Why is it that idiots and stupid's like you even exist on this world?!" I twitched my eyebrows and glared at her angrily. She sobbed and tried hard not to look at my eyes.
"Come on, Nat. Don't make her cry." I exhaled noisily then out of the blue I got flabbergasted. Ruka hugged her and rubbed her back while she continued to cry on his shoulder. I felt someone flouting my heart.
"Stop consoling her." I said in a low voice.
"Come, come, Mikan." Ruka grabbed her arms and tried to help her standing.
"Stop pampering her!" I shouted angrily making the two of them shocked.
My name is Natsume Nogi. A fifteen year old boy and has raven hair and crimson eyes. I am fond of cursing—not that I'm proud about it. My best friends are Ruka Hyuuga, the prince of Japan and Mikan Sakura, the famous waitress in a café. I live with my best friend, Mikan because of some idiotic reasons and as an exchange living with her family; I need to wake her up every morning.
Mikan Sakura, the first and last love of mine. She has red-kissable lips, flawless-silky-white skin, dark orb hazel-brown eyes, long eye-lashes, and a cheerful personality. Her nickname to me is 'stupid-girl' because she is clumsy and so stupid for loving a prince.
But I think I'm more stupid than her.
I'm stupid because I am jealous whenever someone cared for her, whenever she looked at him with passion, whenever she smiled at him, and last but not the least and the most vicious of all is she will tell me that she loves him dearly.
I'm foolish.
I'm crazy in love with her. I'm madly, harmoniously, and undeniably in love with Mikan Sakura.
My dim-witted, unreciprocated love for Mikan Sakura is the biggest shit on this world.
My biggest blunder is to love her tremendously.
╪▌▀▄▀ →TO BE CONTINUED.← ▄▀▄▐╪
Author's Message: How was it? XD This is like the longest chapter I've ever made in my whole entire life! Hahahaha! Well, is it getting more and more interesting? Hm? I love this chapter. Natsume is so…I can't explain it but I think this is so different from his other POV's from the other stories—bwahahaha.
Sorry for those curses. I'm actually fond of curses too but now, I've changed a lot. I'm not cursing that much anymore hahaha! Oh BTW, I curse in Filipino language not in English ;)
Once again, "Gihitsu-chan" beware.
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