Winter Holiday Gone Wrong
Written by The Lonely Serenade
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A/N : Might want to read over because this chapter has been edited, and I revised some parts too, sorry! :P
Day 3 – Not So Bad After All
November was one hell of a month. First, the air of November was not something to be happy about. In Japan, if it was summer time then it'd be very humid and hot. If it was winter, then you needed to prepare lots of jackets because the temperature would be beyond cold. It was freezing.
Second, had anyone noticed that the first of November was the exact day after Halloween? Truly, she pitied those people who had birthdays on November one, though inside she'd be saying no offense, but now she couldn't think about other damn things about this month. Lastly, it's the start of her torture; November was the beginning of hell. That's what she thought personally.
Personally.
Mikan was playing with her pen rather weirdly; with her feet rested on the table and some paper plus a book on her chest. Her skirt was hitched up and her hair was still messy after taking a short bath that morning. She involuntarily shivered at the cold air; turning off the air conditioner in the process. She wrinkled her mouth in frustration, her eyes were narrowed and her teeth were chattering because of the chilly weather.
"Ugh, what kind of things I should write to Ryuuki?"
Yes, she was currently in the process of writing a thread letter to her dear precious brother; watch the sarcasm on the earlier word, readers. Well, she would say that after she finished this hell—insert scoffing and snorting; she would meet him and tear him limb by limb, or she would skin him and mutilate him.
Cruel as it was, it was for him so she would stick with the limb by limb thing and then she'd throw him to the sea. Hey, that didn't make any difference, did it?
Oh well, like she cared about her brother.
"Oi, polkadots," a cold yet teasing voice said behind the door.
Mikan sighed at the sound of the voice, that voice belonged to none other than her mortal enemy, the perverted jerk, Natsume Hyuuga. Ha, she had decided on the long title for him, because it was the fact. And to make things worse, he always called her that stupid nickname!
Polkadots.
Geez, he wouldn't forget about the bathroom incident from the other day. Because of that, every time he called her with that stupid name, either Koko, or Tsubasa-senpai, or Tono will laugh! That was just embarrassing! She could tell that Ruka-kun and Kitsuneme were trying their best to hold their laughter, and personally she thought it was much, much, better than showing your expression out loud.
Yeah, everything was personal.
Oh, she forgot about Hyuuga.
"What do you want?" Mikan asked, her eyes now opened half-heartedly.
Then the door was opened, with him walking casually; hands tucked in the pocket of his jeans and a stupid smirk that she wanted to wipe from his face was there, plastered on its glory for her to see. He eyed her from her toe to the inch of her hair, and then a scowl formed on his face.
Mikan's eyes twitched a bit at his reaction.
What did the scowl mean? And lookie here, her mind mused. Hyuuga is now frowning.
Natsume walked towards her and then rested his hand on her table, looking at her with those deep crimson eyes.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked; a tint of rage could be detected.
Mikan laughed bitterly before scoffing and put her paper on the table. "What do you think I'm doing?" she retorted back unpleasantly.
Her eyes were glaring holes at the boy in front of her, who had no reaction whatsoever from her glare. This made her even madder. Why didn't he react from her glare? It's supposed to be effective!
"You're doing something irrational," he answered simply, face straight, but eyes not. His eyes were raging in angriness.
"I'm not doing something irrational Hyuuga," she spat. "I was currently relaxing myself while writing a thread letter; ah I mean a death letter to my idiotic brother."
"That's not convincing," he grunted.
"I never expected you to be convinced anyway. What the hell do you think I'm doing, huh?" she asked back while pouting slightly.
Natsume grumbled something that she didn't quite catch.
"Excuse me?"
"You're showing too much skin little girl, or should I say, polkadots," he judged, his hand now reaching her skirt and pulled it down a bit. Mikan's eyes widened at his action, and she crept away slowly from the maniac, Natsume.
"I bet you're planning on seducing me, aren't you?" he added cockily.
"Seduce you?" she repeated again, half gasping. "Why would I do something as mortifying as that?"
She heard him chuckling and she immediately turned her head to see him laughing both at her reaction and her . . . her—Oh My GOD.
She dashed quickly at her table and grabbed the things from his hand. Stupid, stupid, Mikan! How could she leave her underwear and bra on the freaking table? And stupid Hyuuga just freaking touched it! It was plastered with perverted germs now! She needed a fertilizer to neutralize her undergarments! Crap!
"You see what I mean?" he was beyond amused.
She glared at him and snatched the things away from his perverted hands. Actually, Natsume wouldn't let her; it was just too amusing. He flagged the undergarments up above; with him obviously taller than her making her attempts to grab it back futile.
"Give it back, Hyuuga!" she spat.
Natsume looked like he was thinking for a while, then he looked like he was actually considering it—
"No."
Mikan balled her fist tightly, her eyes were raging from madness, with her lips twitching and slight curses were let out. "Give my things back," she hissed while jumping like a bunny to reach out. Natsume smirked, and then simply flagged it higher, waving it like a national flag.
And that was what Mikan trying to say, "Stop waving it like a national flag!"
And he chuckled. Natsume Hyuuga just chuckled.
It's the first time she heard him laughing, well, chuckling for this matter but it actually felt nice, for him to laugh of course.
"That is so sick polkadots. What kind of country that would ever choose a teddy bear patterned panty as it's national flag?"
"Stop messing with me and give me back my undergarments!"
"Not going to."
Mikan cracked her knuckles and then she laughed throatily. "You leave me with no choice then Hyuuga, better prepare yourself," she balled her fist and smiled sweetly. "I pity you for dying in your teenage days, but I'll at least come to your funeral. Promise."
Natsume snorted at her threat and made a challenging look, which clearly pissed her even more than before. "Are you mocking me?" she growled then tackled him to her bed, with his hands pinned by hers, her hair falling gracefully from her shoulder. His feet were trapped between hers, and her face was only an inch away from his. Natsume completely obliged at her bold reaction, and showed her a smirk as a sign of amusement.
"Repeating the same thing again, polkadots?"
He meant yesterday's occurrence, when in result Natsume touched her breasts.
Bastard.
"Never knew you were this aggressive. Finally turned on from my charm?" he muttered seductively.
She instantly blushed, and retorted back. "What are you saying Hyuu—"
"Natsume, Sakura-san, it's time for breakfa—" Ruka's voice trailed into a shocked silence.
Mikan turned her head to see the gaping Ruka at the door, his face was pale, speechless, utterly bewildered. Tomato red then colored his face.
Mikan finally realized their position, and then shook her head furiously.
"S-Sakura-san, N-N-Natsume, sorry to interrupt!" he uttered before closing the door hurriedly.
"No, Ruka-kun! Wait! It's not what you think!" she screeched to the door. Then she heard Natsume chuckling under her, his hands reached out to pull her body.
"Hyuuga, let go of me!" she protested while struggling to be free from his death grip.
"Stay still woman," she heard him hissed, but she ignored it nevertheless. "What's your problem?"
Mikan glared at him then she pushed him away, her eyes slightly watery. "Don't you dare play on me, ever, again." She showed her index finger which was shaking quite heavily then she walked to the bathroom door, slammed it loudly and locked it from the inside.
"And don't you dare coming in here again perverted bastard!" She exclaimed.
Natsume scoffed at her words then ruffled his hair in reply. "Stupid polkadots," he muttered.
Tsubasa, Tono, Koko, and Kitsuneme were laughing when they heard Mikan's telling, err—complaining about the incident this morning. Mikan grunted at them for teasing her, but all Tsubasa could do was to pat her head like a little child while saying, "Young love. Very refreshing."
Mikan snickered, "Yeah, right, refreshing."
Ruka was not happy about this.
He was actually quite bothered and a bit traumatized by the incident this morning. He was planning to ask Natsume about something, but he recalled Natsume saying to him that he was going to wake Mikan up. He was hoping to get Natsume and to see Mikan at the same time; but what he saw earlier certainly made his heart shattered. Okay, he admitted, he has a crush on Mikan.
And what'd your reaction be when you saw your best friend and your crush in a weird, not to mention, an awkward position that have certain different meanings?
So Ruka could only let out a depressed and long sigh as he listened to the current conversation.
"Really, that pervert! I'm so going to kill him later!" Mikan claimed while throwing her fist up high.
"You can't kill me." Natsume rolled his eyes then took a sit beside Ruka.
"What did you say? You're so insensitive! Have you ever—"
"Good morning, Sakura-san." Ruka butted before she was able to screech her way again, and made him and his other friends' ears bleed. Tono and Tsubasa sighed in relief while Kitsuneme and Koko grinned at him for showing their gratitude.
"Ruka-kun. Good morning. Sorry for the ruckus," she mumbled while gritting her teeth, "It seems that somebody was too cocky to even say a good morning." She emphasized it purposely while glimpsing at Natsume.
"You're so out of it." He ignored her as he took a bit of the cookie that was placed on the table. Practically, they were sitting on the living room after having breakfast. The five boys found it weird because Natsume and Mikan were not arguing or talking to each other so they assumed that something was wrong.
"Sakura-san. Uh, about—"
"If you're talking about the incident this morning then please, don't misunderstand. We just have some sort of . . . accident."
Natsume snorted; Mikan glared.
"Eh? That's not what I'm trying to say, though explaining it was very kind of you."
Mikan blushed. "Eh? It wasn't? Then what is it?"
Ruka scratched his head and then sat down properly. "We're just going to tell you about the upcoming Christmas event," he explained as he moved the pillow on his spot to the other free spot.
"Eh? I thought there was no such thing as a Christmas event?"
"Well, we've decided that maybe, we should make a Christmas event after all. We're slightly sorry for you so yeah—what do you think?" Tsubasa asked.
Mikan's eyes twinkled in excitement and she let out a charming smile, "That'll be awesome! Why don't you just say it in the first place?"
Tsubasa smiled. "We wanted to make it a surprise for you."
Mikan squealed loudly and ran to hug Tsubasa, enveloping him in a big bear hug. "I love you, Tsubasa!"
"Shut the crap up, stupid woman. You're ruining my hearing." Natsume grunted while throwing a cookie at her.
"Can you at least be happy for me, Hyuuga? Don't you know that you're so annoying?" she affirmed, "And you just threw a cookie at me! I'll have cooties!"
"Even though cookies and cooties have the same rhyme, it doesn't mean that you'll get cooties if I threw you a cookie!"
"You just took back my words! That's rude, you maniac!"
"It's not my fault that you're such an idiot that you don't even know how to retort back!"
They glared at each other and they were having a cold war. Really, really, cold.
Mikan broke their stares and smiled sweetly; too sweet actually, to the five boys.
"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it."
Tsubasa and the others shivered at the mood swings but they returned her smile anyways. "Anything for you, Mikan."
She tilted her head. "Oh, that reminds me."
"Thanks again Ruka-kun." She walked towards him and kissed his cheek. "It's your present," she mumbled while a tint of red marked her porcelain cheek.
Natsume took notice of this and he was feeling annoyed at her mushy actions. She never willingly kissed him, and she never even smiled truly at him. Yet, his best friend was kissed by her, and she even smiled at him. Riiiight.
Remind him, Ruka was a prince charming.
Feeling sick of his own emotions, he abruptly stood up while glaring at the couple.
"I'm so sick of this," he grunted coldly.
Mikan looked at him before returning glares at his back. "What's his problem?"
Tsubasa, Koko, and Kitsuneme all sighed.
A triangle love was about to be formed.
"Huh? What's going on?" Tono asked obliviously.
Tsubasa twitched and slapped his head. "Stupid moron."
It was night and the dark curtain fell upon Tokyo. It was seriously cold outside; of course, Natsume didn't care. He was resting his head on the chair outside the balcony while enjoying the view. It was breathtakingly beautiful. The sky was plastered with a dark midnight blue color; the stars were twinkling brightly, decorating the sky like a perfect jewel.
For the whole day after Ruka kissed polkadots. Yeah, it's not polkadots kissed Ruka but Ruka kissed polkadots. He ignored the two and stayed in his room reading his manga all day. Therefore, he skipped lunch and he even skipped dinner. When Koko knocked on his door, he just pretended to be asleep and he heard Koko sigh.
He was annoyed by them.
Nosy fellows.
Natsume was cracked by their simple kiss. It only resulted to one stupid unbelievable conclusion.
He had a crush on Mikan.
But then, don't get him wrong. Crush was way different from love, it didn't mean that he was falling in love with her; he was just physically attracted to her, he was having a crush, that was all that mattered. He would gradually forget about it if he got used to her being around.
Still, the thought made him want to laugh. He never actually thought that he'd have a crush on a girl; it was supposed to be the other way around. She was the one who was supposed to have a crush on him. And damn, that point made his ego clench in annoyance.
Moreover, the girl has a bad taste in undergarments.
"Hyuuga," a cold voice said from behind.
Talk about the devil. What was she doing here?
"What do you want, polkadots?"
He heard her snort. "Never mind. Ruka and the others were worried about you. They asked me to check on you, unfortunately," she replied stoically.
Oh, so she didn't come here on her own. Typical her . . . What did he expect from a dense girl anyway?
"Don't waste your time to mind me if you don't want to."
Mikan didn't answer him and it annoyed the hell out of him. But when he turned to look at her, the sight made his blood boil.
"What the hell are you doing?" His eyes twitched.
Mikan smirked at him, putting her legs even higher and then sighed when he glared harder. "What's your problem, Hyuuga? I'm just resting my foot on the table. Look at yourself. You're doing the exact same thing as me, or by any chance, are you blind?"
Natsume groaned and he had the urge to pinch her cheeks right now. "You're showing your legs!" he divulged.
Mikan's eyes widened and she felt her face starting to get hot. "Is that what you're thinking? You really are a pervert!" she barked while pulling her skirt down.
Natsume smirked and then rested his chin on his palm. "Now that you mention it, I like it better without the skirt, it's more appealing," he answered boldly. True, the sight of her legs were shown only for his eyes, reserved only for him, marked only by him, and the property of him. The green eyed monster was not happy when his property−Mikan's legs−was seen by others. That was Natsume's definition of possessive, and no one, he repeated, no one could touch his property, not even his best friend.
Mikan growled and then pulled her skirt even more down. "Shut the hell up Hyuuga. No one will notice even if I did that anyway," she muttered.
Natsume turned his head to look at her. "What? You're indicating me that you're going to do that again?" he hissed.
"No! I never said I would! And even if I do, it's because I forget!" she defended.
"Listen here stupid little girl, men are dangerous and all of them are perverts," he stated. "They'll sexually harass and do creepy things to you."
Mikan cracked a laugh and blinked at him, "You mean you're talking about you?"
He rolled his eyes again and then he noticed that she was shivering. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt. What an idiot . . .
"What kind of idiot would forget to wear a jacket in this bloody season?" he said as he threw his jacket at her face.
Not that he cared if she got a cold.
Mikan was thinking whether to thank him or to yell at him for throwing his jacket and mocking her. Well, he was acting unusually nice so fine, thanking him wouldn't hurt right?
"Thanks," she mumbled while looking away.
"Hn."
"Oh and Hyuuga," she felt her cheeks burning. "It-it's not Ruka who wanted to check on you; it—it's me, actually. I-I'm worried about you."
Natsume stared at her. "What are you trying to tell me?"
"And I, uhh—I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier."
Natsume raised one of his brows and smirked. "Don't mention it."
She smiled inwardly and stood up. She walked slowly to the door and stopped for a while.
Maybe he's not so bad after all.
"Strawberry pattern."
Or maybe not.
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