Matchmaking Club

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"What are you wearing at night?"

-Natsume Hyuuga.

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It was Friday afternoon and Mikan just arrived from her school. She opened the fridge, took a slice of the strawberry shortcake and sat on the counter to eat. She smiled as she felt the cake melt inside her mouth. Just when she's about to take her second bite the phone rang.

She sighed and stood up, running towards the living room to answer the phone.

"Natsume Hyuuga here," Natsume's cool voice rang in her ear. She scowled before answering, "What do you want now Hyuuga? And how in hell did you know my home number?"

"Owner's son privileges," Natsume answered. She sensed his smirk on the other line, oh boy God only know how she loved to beat the lights off him.

"Abusing your power like that!" she growled. "You're one heck of a conniving bastard!"

"It's not bastard, baby. It's got to be Natsume sweetheart," Natsume said impassively.

"What? Did Luna-bitch tap your phone too?" Mikan hissed, "No one's looking at us, Hyuuga. So shut it!"

"You're no fun," Natsume replied. Mikan had the urge to slam the phone down.

"I'm not in the mood to please you Hyuuga," Mikan hollered.

"Damn, keep your voice down. I could hear you perfectly well," Natsume grumbled. "And I called to remind you about the musical play at eight. I'm going to fetch you at seven."

Mikan's eyes widened, saying, "It's today?"

"Just like I thought, you forgot," Natsume told her.

"Why didn't you say it earlier when we met?" Mikan shouted.

"Because I thought you already know idiot!" Natsume said. "I'm still going to pick you at seven. We don't want to be late. And wear something nice. A dress, maybe?"

"Why is it that every time you open your mouth trouble comes?" Mikan sighed. "Alright, I'll be ready by then."

She looked at the clock and gasped. It was already 6:00 and she didn't have any idea what to wear at all. Before Natsume could say anything more, she slammed the receiver down. After a few seconds, the phone rang again. She ignored it this time and ran upstairs. She opened the wardrobe, trying to find a suitable dress.

She found a silk chiffon black dress on the lowest bunk of her wardrobe. Although it was not low-cut, the delicate designs on the seams and the ruffle material that lay across her chest were enough to show her full curves.

She tossed it in the bed and hurriedly went to take a quick shower. After a few minutes, she emerged from it in a bathrobe. She dried her hair with a blow dryer. She brushed it and decided to let it down for the evening. She took off the bathrobe and hurriedly went to the dress lying on the bed.

Suddenly her door bell rang. She cursed inwardly when she looked at the clock. It was still 6:45. She slipped in a housecoat first and went to open the door.

Natsume emerged from the door in his black dinner jacket, making him irresistible than ever. She invited him inside and offered drinks.

"You're early," Mikan commented.

"Better early than late," Natsume replied, "Will you be ready soon, baby?"

"I only have to wear my dress, sweetheart," she said.

"What's wrong with the one you're wearing, baby?" he pointed at her long, green housecoat. She looked at him strangely.

"You're joking, right sweetheart? I won't go in this. You better wait to see me in a real dress. It's going to give Luna-bitch a heart attack," Mikan muttered and ran upstairs. Natsume smirked.

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Mikan went downstairs and Natsume's breath hitched. She was so gorgeous in her black dress.

"R-Ready?" he quickly hid his raging emotions.

"Of course," she replied. He escorted her outside the door and opened the car for her. She went inside and so did he. He looked at the driver and said, "Toyko Dome." The driver nodded and sped off.

Natsume was so quiet along the way when Mikan suddenly broke the silence. "Are you wearing pajamas?"

"What?" Natsume eyed her warily.

"I had to ask. We have to know something about each other if we wanted to pretend going out," she replied.

"I know that but why pajamas?" Natsume smirked. Mikan flushed a little before answering, "Because that's what first came in my mind!"

"What about you?" he asked.

"What about me? What are you talking about?" she looked at him strangely.

"What are you wearing at night?" he uttered, staring at the bright tint of red in her face.

"Nightgowns," she replied.

"Interesting," Natsume's smirk turned bigger.

"Pervert," Mikan commented.

"Don't want to hear that from the girl who asked if I wear pajamas at night," Natsume retorted coolly.

"Whatever," Mikan rolled her eyes, "So, tell me something about yourself."

"I had a younger sister. Her name is Aoi. My father was always travelling because of work. My mother stayed in one of our rest house downtown. I visit her sometimes," Natsume said. "Luna and I had been friends since toddlers. She always clung to me for every single thing and sometimes it drives me crazy."

Mikan giggled. Natsume sighed and looked at her, "How about you?"

"I'm an only child. My parents were working oversees to sustain my needs. I only live by myself," she told him.

"Ah," he looked far away and murmured, "Mikan."

Her heart skipped a beat. She stared at him and asked, "Why did you call me?"

"I'm practicing your name. I had to call you by that when we're in front of the others, baby," Natsume smirked. Mikan managed to calm her heart. She wanted to scream at him for making her feel that way.

"We're here," Natsume announced. Mikan looked outside the window and saw the Tokyo Dome. Natsume opened the door and said to the driver, "Wait for us." The driver nodded and they went out of the car.

"Hold my arm, baby," Natsume whispered in her ears. She yelped and obliged him. He could sense her nervousness and sighed.

"Boxers and shirtless," he uttered.

"What?" she looked at him, tilting her head in confusion.

"My outfit at night when I go to sleep," he smirked.

"Why are you telling me this now? I've asked you ages ago," she hissed.

"There you're not nervous anymore," he said. "You're better as a lioness than a mouse, Mikan."

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her beating heart.

"Let's go. And don't worry," he muttered. "You're lovely." That was his first complement to her in the dress she's wearing tonight or that was the first complement she heard from him ever since the day they met.

"The last bell had gone," he murmured, "Let's go in." Nodding, she let her guide him towards the entrance.

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Author's Notes: My most awaited Christmas vacation is finally here! Expect the updates to be a little faster. Thanks for reading as always and I would appreciate it if you leave some comments, suggestions, and most definitely reviews about his chapter. :) Actually, I'm a little frustrated these past few days because I had trouble typing this chapter. It's like, it started with this and that, then erase it again because it's not satisfying. So I really had doubts in this chapter. -Sigh-