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A.N. Thank you so much for the flattering reviews, believe me, it encourages me to go on and write some more! I am so happy to know that readers like this. And what makes me even happier is the fact that I am gaining friends while I write this fic. And about Natsume… well, let's just say he's not the star in this fic but he will be playing a major role in later chapters. Read on, friends! I love you all for the reviews!
And yes, if any of you are concerned of the next update, before I forget, my next update would take a long time. Maybe in June or early July, I'm not sure. My grandparents came from abroad and they're staying in our house so I'd be busy going to family trips, outings and all that gory 'bonding.' Haha… So i hope you guys don't lose the interest...
thank you again.
Love lots,
Goshikku Seirei
Mikan,
I've just finished reading your letter. Congratulations, I do think you are stupid.
And what was that about being 'confused' because of the skirt and pants? Are you suggesting I looked like a boy then, is that it? You, Mikan, are going to meet very soon with Mikan-Swatter, baka.
Aside from the fact that I think you're stupid, I also think you corny and silly. Narumi-sensei is a weird person, don't forget. He tends to say things that he doesn't mean but actually has good intentions. Remember he's a male, so he is prone to make senseless mistakes and utter words that don't mean a thing.
And what is that joke about that student Kitane Takumi? Does that imply that you had intentions with Natsume beyond friendly before? You're repulsive. Besides, though he sounds mature enough to flirt around with you, being a student means that he/she is still vulnerable in some areas in life. Not only are you stupid, corny and repulsive but also a cradle-snatcher. But I conform to society about having double standards. Older males marrying younger femmes aren't too revolting.
I won't send you work, dummy. The vacation the Commander so gracefully gave you would be in vain if I did that. You truly are an idiot.
What I advise you to do is this: work in the academy as a substitute or assistant teacher. Maybe in the preschool department because you'd be getting admirers rather than students if ever you work in high school or college. But don't flatter yourself, Mikan, what I'm trying to point out is that teenagers could be very macho and insane when it comes to older women with long hair.
Your PostScript was very irrational. If ever you were alone, how come you're reading this letter? Baka… Gods if only I could smack you with the Swatter right now.
I will see you strictly after two months. Make good use of yourself there, baka.
Working without stress,
Imai Hotaru
P.S. I would never phone an idiot but I do write letters to idiots such as yourself. Subaru is better left alone, Mikan. Two idiots are a total mess, believe me.
The letter wasn't entirely dramatic but tears were streaming down Mikan's face as she pressed the letter against her chest. It was such a relief to know that someone still was in touch with her, knew that she was alive, thought of her as a friend. Though Hotaru seemed quite cold still, Mikan knew her best friend did care.
For the entire week, she has locked herself up in her hotel room. She barely ate the food the maid brought for her. She just couldn't act on anything until she got to read Hotaru's reply.
Feeling a whole lot better, Mikan carefully put the letter on the end table of her bed and went straight to the shower. For a week, she did not take care of herself and for that she knew Hotaru would get mad at her. For an hour she pampered herself and when she finally refreshed herself, her stomach rumbled. And thank the heavens, the doorbell of her room just rang. Finally, she could greet the room service with a smile. Securing her bathrobe warmly against her body, she went to the door, combing her long wet hair with her fingers. Without looking at the peephole, she grinned and opened the door. "Good afternoon-"
Her mouth hang open, her knees weakened and the quickening thump of her heart dramatically resounded in her head. Goodness… She swallowed hard and tried to breathe. "Narumi-sen… Narumi." The butterflies returned.
"Hello, Mikan," Narumi greeted her politely. He flashed her his signature smile. "Do you mind if I come in?"
Mikan stood there for a whole minute, seriously pondering on the question. Was he really there? She had to admit that her imagination was hyperactive sometimes and what if out of hunger she was getting delusional? And now she even forgot that she was feeling hungry at all! All that she could feel was the rhythmic drumming of her heart. How was she to react? Not once in her dreams did she exaggerate impossibilities such as these! And as of this moment she could certainly feel his beautiful eyes grazing over her, as if he too was thinking of so many things… What was he thinking about? How this man confused her so. Why was he here again? The only thing that could come out from her dried lips was, "Why…?"
"Oh Mikan… is it that hard to tell?" he asked with a mellow voice, a faint but concerned smile following his words. He ran his fingers through his golden waves, tearing his sight from hers. "Why, did you not miss me?"
Flustered. Definitely scrambled eggs of all kinds of foul. Her thoughts were in complete disarray, lots and lots of questions flooding her mind. Her hand clasped the cold doorknob tighter, trying to rid the heat radiating from her palm. He was a confusing piece of the gorgeous male specie that's what. And the thing he just did with his hair? Absolutely pretty. She mentally whacked herself with Hotaru's Mikan Swatter. Why was she adoring him when she was supposed to be sulking in plans for making a change? And what was it that he just ask? Did she miss him? Men could be idiots sometimes! After giving her his kisses -who wouldn't? Narumi could be the perfect gentleman but he was no exemption in being clueless when it came to women's feelings. Mikan planned to take a deep breath for air but the next thing she knew was that she was in a tight embrace. She froze instantly as her feet were lifted from the ground. She almost died of a heart attack when she felt his face nuzzling the crook of her neck. "N-narumi…!"
"Oh Mikan, I want this," he whispered against her skin. He planted a kiss on her neck and smiled. "I want you."
Hearing those words could have been the perfect line for the beginning of a sweet, passionate romance but Mikan fringed. Her trembling hands found their way between them, feeling him for a second and pushing him the next.
"What's the matter…?" He let her go for a while, but kept a feather light touch on her wrists. He shook his head and breathed. "Mikan. Believe me, I'm not going to change my mind anymore. I swear."
"You swear?" she repeated, trying to make the words register on them both.
"I swear. I am a man of my word."
Mikan smiled weakly and shook her head. "Narumi… I don't think-" Her sentence was cut short as he kissed her, his hand on the back of her head and the other at the little of her back, pressing her closer. She stared at him as he sealed their lips together. His eyes were closed and it did look as if he was relishing every second of it. Was he really sincere?
As she stood still, like her lips, Narumi felt his insides burn. Her lips were still sweet, just like last time, but now he wanted to taste that sweetness longer. But she was still unresponsive. He wanted nothing more but to scream inside her mouth, 'kiss me back, please!' He licked his lips and as she gasped, he let his tongue get that taste of her that made him drown with passion. "Oh, Mikan…" he said between kisses. He felt her hands on his chest again, but now, they were submissive and yearning. It didn't take long for her to kiss back.
Narumi was so thankful that his cotton shirt was thin. He could feel her softness and warmth. He pressed her so close against him that he could almost feel the loud beat of her chest. Or was it his heart that was pounding like crazy? It didn't matter. All that seemed important now was her kisses, her smell, her soft moans and warmth. Mikan Sakura may have been his student but… what a woman she grew up to be! She was special. She was always special.
They were in her doorway, kissing like there was no tomorrow but Narumi didn't care. All of excited feelings inside him got fueled by her kiss that he felt insane. Excitement swirled, vibrated inside his chest -what was life like with a mature Mikan? He wanted to discover her, ask her many questions and stare at her all day.
The moment he called the hotel and found out she was still in the Academy, happiness spread through him like wild fire. He tried to calm himself for a while and asked the most familiar student who had Teleport-Alice to transport him to town. And when he saw her again for the first time in seven days, he tried to act normal and calm. He tried to hide the growing pain and happiness inside his chest. When he stared at her, he realized how he missed her. Though she was utterly shocked, he could also see that through the smile she intended probably for room service, were signs of a woman who cried, who was lonely. He wanted to be with her then and there. It took all of his sanity to talk ever so considerably and cool, when all the while his heart was jumping up and down with anticipation to hold her again.
"Mikan…" he called her name again. He wanted to cherish the moment their kisses gave him but his once precarious mind kept making conclusions of wonderful hopes and realizations. Didn't he realize? That ever since he met her, life had changed? Then she graduated, the drift began but after a while, she came back and now, the stirring has returned? Her comeback was beautiful; she was very much like morning.
All kinds of feelings were filling up inside his body and holding her close was the best thing to keep real. Curiosity even managed to make its presence known. Why did she act scared when he told her he wanted her? Did he really frighten her because of his uncertain rejection of her a week ago? As he pressed her closer, he decided he would change that. He would not reject her ever again, that he swore inside his head for the hundredth time. Maybe the father streak in him told him one thing, give her what she wants. But he didn't know if it was fatherly anymore to like what they were doing.
They paused to breathe and he took the small time to gaze into her shy eyes. His eyes traveled downwards, seeing how his aggressive embrace managed to part her robe a little on the chest. The sight was tempting, the labored rise and fall of her chest suggesting the power they had when they kissed. Unable to stop himself, he bent his head lower and kissed her lips again and quickly kissing the pulse on her cleavage. Mikan gasped sharply with surprise and he chuckled. He gazed into her eyes again and smiled at her. "Is this what you want, Mikan?"
Her pretty face was caressed with a very deep blush. Her eyelashes fluttered with charm as she shook her head. "Actually, I really wanted to eat."
"Okay, dinner it is," he sighed, a little disappointed though he knew she was teasing a little. He hesitantly let her go to get her clothes.
"After dinner," she said before she left his touch completely, she paused to look at his eyes. "Will you forget then…?"
It was a little uncanny how that question suddenly came but it was as if he understood her completely. He shook his head and kissed her again. "I doubt it. Never."
With a smile, she nodded and went back to the bathroom to dress up for their date.
A.N. This isn't the end you know. Leave a review, please! Hahaha…
