Dream Date Chapter 2: An UnElegant Encounter, a gakuen alice fanfic

-1Dream Date

Chapter Two: An Un-Elegant Encounter

Breathtaking described the mansion in front of Mikan Sakura perfectly. In every way the mansion in front of her was simply perfect. Mikan was one to believe there was no such thing as perfect, but still, it was very hard for her to find one flaw with the mansion. The yard was perfectly green, the garden well kept with a rainbow of flowers blossoming from every inch. The moons haunting glow setting just right on the cobblestone walls of the mansion that had flowers scaling it. Beauty at its best. Even the intimating black gate that stood in front of the mansion to keep out the unwanted was beautiful. Like the mansion, it had a feeling of history and antique beauty. The security guards looked like statues, but had a friendly aura around them, not threatening. Everything was elegant and beautiful. All in all it scared Mikan.

Mikan wasn't a liar, she knew what she was and what she wasn't. She was average in looks, and average in smarts. A bit to naïve and trusting, and the biggest klutz one could come across; most found her a delight to be around. Though, she wouldn't call herself elegant. Dainty. Beautiful. Everything that was expected of the upper-class, she didn't have any of it. Here she was though, standing in front of this mansion, the place she was going to live in for the next two weeks. She was going to be surrounded by elegance. Natsume Hyuuga, from what she knew about him, was no angel. He was reckless, and had a mysterious aura around him with a hot temper. He never really lost his temper though, even when he went completely mad, you could still see he had control. Elegance.

"Mikan Sakura?" Mikan blinked, snapping out of her thoughts and turning to face the voice that had spoken to her.

Their in front of her was a girl who looked not a day older then her; the girl from the television. Raven hair, violet eyes, pale skin, and small angled doll-like features. Hotaru Imai, if Mikan remembered correctly Natsume's manager.

"Um, yes that's me," she said, smiling. The girl really was like a doll, no emotion what so ever, not even in her voice.

"Hello, I'm Hotaru Imai, please come in." The girl stepped back letting Mikan fully see the huge entry way. With high ceilings and a glittering chandelier, which probably cost a great deal more then her house and everything in it, it was even more elegant then the outside. This was just the entry was too, she didn't even want to think about how great the rest of the mansion had to be. "I'm sorry you arrived so late, their was that incident with the mix up and…well lets just say I left that job in the wrong hands. Since it is so late, I hope your not to disappointed that Natsume is already asleep. He had such a long day, and he really did want to meet you, he had fallen asleep and I just didn't have the heart to wake him." Mikan didn't know how to respond, especially since the girl said the words emotionless and spat out each word like it hurt her. "So, I let him sleep, he's going to hate me for this. Also, tomorrow when you do have your first introduction, you'll be doing it in front of the press. You remember Teen Tokyo is doing a story on both you and Natsume, right?" Mikan nodded dumbfound. The girl must have had special abilities. Even though every option pointed the girl in front of her was lying out of her teeth for Natsume, who was probably laughing it up somewhere, it was impossible to think she was being dishonest. Nothing she did made it seem as is she wasn't anything less then dead serious as if her life relied on being calm. "Well, that's good. I don't want to overwhelm you with introductions and tours tonight, its already so late. So, would you like something to eat or just to go straight to your room?" Mikan stomach was probably somewhere in France right now, trying to get as far away from Mikan and that overwhelming urge to throw up.

"My room, please," she said. Hotaru smiled, or rather, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards for nearly five seconds.

"Your room it is, please pay close attention; its easy to get lost in here."

Mikan followed behind the doll-robot manger, wondering why she ever thought it was a good idea to enter this competition. Luxury? Check. Completely and total discomfort and a feeling of being out of place? Check. Any hopes of relaxing…er…she had to get back to that one.

He was an idiot. Natsume Hyuuga didn't admit he was wrong often--wait, ever mind. Natsume Hyuuga didn't admit he was wrong ever. He wasn't wrong this time either, that sadist lump of flesh he called his manger was.

"Greet the girl or stay in your room the whole night."

He was the star. He paid her. So why was it she called the shots? He didn't have the time or the patience to mull over that. All he knew is that four hours into the night and he was no where near sleep and very close to hungry. Actually, starvation was a better word. He had been so frustrated with all the commotion the fan-girl brought and with the fact a very unpleasant memory seemed to be resurfacing, he had forgotten to eat. All day he had ate nothing, maybe had a few sips of juice.

So now he sat, glaring at his door, which he was very close to burning just because he could. He knew his whole hallways was blank of security cameras; motion sensors and heat sensors, sure. Those things he could easily dodge though, he had spent years perfecting his ability to not be seen, not get caught. There was a point in his life when his life depended on and was based on living. He shuddered as another memory resurfaced.

"Remember Natsume, for you, there is nothing more to life then trying to survive."

Call it an old habit but he stilled lived by that motto, he wasn't fully able to understand a life without having to watch his back.

Anyways, the point was he could easily make it to the kitchen and back without getting caught. The problem was even if he didn't get caught and their was no evidence, Hotaru would know what he'd done. She was creepy like that. She wouldn't say she knew, it may be months, weeks, days, but sometime in the future she would get revenge for him disobeying her. That was how Hotaru Imai worked.

He sighed, whatever. What ever happened in the future wasn't happening now, which meant he was going. She couldn't really blame him for going to get something to eat, now could she?

It was a horrible idea. She had already gotten lost…twice. She didn't like the cameras that seemed to be everywhere she looked either. She did her best to dodge them but the itch on her back that someone was watching her didn't go away. It was useless to turn back now, she was pretty sure she was almost there. Their was a faint glow in the distance and the light hitting the floor made it look like tiled floor, a kitchen flooring.

She sighed, why did her stomach have to choose three in the morning to come back? Waking her up with a growl, a nice way of telling her there was no way she was getting back to sleep until it was fed. She would just grab and apple and sprint back to her room. Then she'd feel a bit better, less anxious.

"Mikan you're a big idiot," she chided herself. Why was it the one time she wasn't 'sadly oblivious', or that's how Anna stated it, was when she was in a house full of elegant strangers? For being a naïve oblivious person, it sure was a pain when she actually thought like a normal person. She finally reached the kitchen, she yawned and stepped through the doorway. Did you ever take note when you yawn you usually close your eyes? Or if your not exactly the most graceful person in the world then maybe closing your eyes and walking into another room, wasn't the best idea. Especially since the entry way to the kitchen had a slight bump where the elevation rose a tad higher.

"Ah!" Mikan hissed as she feel on her face, not even bothering to pull down her nightgown which was now half way up her back. "Itai," she whispered as she attempted to get up, which when she realized she had successfully sprained her ankle. "God, I'm an idiot," she mumbled.

"Are you just now realizing this?"

Natsume knew that with the crazy fan-girl coming to stay in his house that the staff had doubled. That in a rush Koko (who in the hell put him for hiring, he didn't know) had just randomly selected maids, but this was just sad. He watched as a sleepy eyes brunette walked, no fell, into the kitchen. If that wasn't enough she took her time on the floor wincing in pain and telling herself she was an idiot. All the while prolonging his sight of her five-year-old polka-dot panties.

"God, I'm an idiot." She said again, only this time a bit more audible.

"Are you just now realizing this?" He couldn't help it, it seemed the IQ of his maids just kept going down. Not only was this maid stupid enough to go into his kitchen, instead of the staff kitchen, or even the main kitchen. No, she came into his kitchen. The kitchen which everyone knew was for only him. Just like his living room, game room, and every other room he felt like claiming. Plus, didn't maids already have food in their rooms? So they wouldn't disturb anyone with annoying mid-night snacks. Although it was unlikely he would wake up because a maid was getting food three floors below him, with him in his sound-proof room. Not the point though. The point that she, like the kitchen, was his. His maid, his maid which had just broken like…three rules. Though he wasn't really one to be preaching about rule breaking.

The girl jumped up and pulled her nightgown down, then she winced in pain, obviously remembering whatever body part she injured during her fall. The kitchen wasn't well lit, there was only a small light on which kept both himself and her in the shadows. He could barley see her face, though he could make out the bright red her skin had turned.

"What are you doing here?" She asked stunned. He frowned, wasn't she suppose to be scared that she'd gotten caught? "Who are you? A robber?"

"I should be the one asking that, Polka dots." She girl must have been a bit slow.

"Polka dots? Are you talking to me, because my name isn't Polka dots its--oh. I get it."

"You pervert! I didn't know they had perverts in this place, stay away from me! Rapist!" She grabbed a banana and held it in front of her, swinging it in front of her wildly.

"One, if I was a rapist I think you'd need more then a banana," he pointed out dully. She was lucky that she was being amusing, if not he'd probably be burning her right now. "Second, I think you need to think twice. Who was the one who displayed her underwear for a good three minutes? Is it my fault I heard a noise and when I saw what was making it I met a pair of Polka dots panties?" The girl was growling at him…actual growling.

"I…you…jerk…why? Why is someone like you here?…urgh!" Apparently she was incapable of making more then one complete sentence at a time. She must have seen his smirk because her temper seemed to flare as she threw the banana at him. He caught it before peeling it open and taking a bite.

"It would have been out of my way to go all the way over there and get it, thanks for that." The girl growled, before grabbing another item out of the fruit bowl. Instead of throwing it at him though she clutched it in her hand.

"I'm going to go back to my room and pretend this never happened, ok? Cause I don't want to believe you're a bad person, whoever you are. But, if you ever pull something like this I'm going to be forced to think you're a bad person!" she whisper shouted before storming off. Natsume smirked, stupid little girl. He'd have to remember to fire her later.

As he walked back to his room he kept getting the feeling that he was missing something, something about that girl.

"Whatever." He dismissed the feeling. Even if he did miss something, she was the maid he was the master. Who cared as long as he was in control.

Yuu didn't know whether the intense fear and nausea he felt was because of Natsume Hyuuga or for Natsume Hyuuga.

Even though Hotaru Imai was somewhere else in the mansion, probably sleeping on her feathers mattress; he just knew she knew. She knew that the first meeting between Natsume and his guest was him making front of her and her trying her best not to kill him, Hotaru really did pick a sweet girl. Still, that sinking feeling that tomorrow when they had their first real meeting bad things were going to happen. He also knew that Natsume Hyuuga was as good as a dead man, and that he was a mouse caught in a trap. He knew that he couldn't tell Hotaru, and he'd have to pay hell for not doing so. So, for now, he watch the monitors trying very hard not to throw up. He was a butler, not an easy job, but he never thought it was life threatening. Though, he should of known. He did work for Natsume Hyuuga. Even he knew when thing came to Natsume it was anything but ordinary.

A/N: Done! Its almost three and I'm wiped, sorry for mistakes! Like most writers, you probably know inspiration hits you at like three AM when your dead tired and wondering how your typing something and not sleeping. Anyways, I have to apologize for how horribly written he first chapter was. This chapter is shorter but much better written, at least, I think so. I don't have a Beta so any mistakes please excuse, I can only do my best when it comes to grammar. So I only proof read this once, because its five pages long and my eyes already feel as if they weigh a billion pounds. Five pages isn't that long, noted. Next chapter I want to try to get in the six thousand word range. Anyways-thoughts, flames, ideas, anything. Write it in a review or a PM, I just like knowing someone read what I wrote. I accept anything, because its not your fault if you hate my story now is it? Kay I'm going to drop dead any minute now so…-Bea Rabbit.