Daffodil and Journal
A/N; Happy New Year everyone! :3
Mikan scribbled furiously on an assignment at University, her boot clad foot tapping furiously on the granite tiled floors. Mikan was doing just fine until a crumbled piece paper soared out of nowhere and landed on her desk.
Mikan blinked and opened the paper and read it;
"Turn around, left." Mikan shifted and looked to her left to see Sumire waving at her with a smirk. Mikan raised an eyebrow and Sumire whipped out another piece of paper and wrote, then throwing the paper and Mikan fumbled to catch it. Mikan nodded at Sumire when she read the note and the bell rang, indicating it was lunch time.
Mikan ran to catch up with her friend, smiling at her and followed suite with a greeting. Sumire was wearing a rather stylish outfit for winter. She adorned a baby blue short sleeved sweater with a stripped scarf, she paired it of skinny jeans and three inch high black boots. Mikan raised an eyebrow at her and Sumire looked at her outfit and nodded in realization and struck a cute pose.
"It's the new outfit from France for the Saveurs D'hiver and I just happened to be lucky enough to get it!" Sumire squealed with glee. Mikan lightly shook her head and Sumire stopped squealing to stare at Mikan's outfit with ditaste.
"Speaking of outfit, Mikan what on earth is that...mess? Sumire put her hand on her chest and scrunched up her face as if there was some putrid odor in the air. Mikan frowned and stared at her outfit, a pink and white stripped skirt and a matching pink shirt with a stripped heart in the middle, paired with an old pair of converse.
"What's wrong with it?" Mikan asked pointedly, rather insulted to be called a 'mess'. Sumire grabbed her hand and walked toward the cafeteria and stood infront of her.
"We are going to see Natsume-kun, and then I'll take you shopping later for better...clothing." Sumire stated, and dragged Mikan through the cafeteria doors. Sumire flew toward Natsume and Mikan just ignored them and sat at her own seperate table and slowly ate her bento and for dessert, Daifuku.
"Mikan!" Sumire screeched and Mikan groaned and snapped her head toward the green-haired girl. She nodded her head over and Mikan shook her head and mouthed 'no'. Sumire smiled sweetly at Natsume and held up a finger and ran to grab Mikan and rushed back to him.
"Natsume-kun, would you like to get some lunch with me?" Sumire batted her eyelashes and feigned a girlish giggle. Mikan wiggled and grew uncomfortable at the stare Natsume was giving her, and she gulped.
"No." Sumire frowned immediately but smiled again in attempt to let him go out with her.
"But, why sweetie? I thought you liked me."
"I never said I did, now get lost, you're annoying." Natsume deadpanned and Mikan stifled a giggle,but it come out as a snort, you have to admit that was funny right?
Sumire whipped her head to glare at Mikan, but she shrugged and Sumire growled and narrowed her eyes. Mikan sighed and stared directly at Natsume as he stared back at her. And slowly she began to scowl and slowly Natsume raised his eyebrow when Mikan huffed and stormed away and Sumire screeched her name and scurried after her. Natsume shook his head and ran a hand through his dark hair, glaring at some girls who were eyeing him and they lept away.
Later that day Mikan made her way to Sumire's dorm, as she promised to go shopping for new 'clothing' as Sumire put it. But as she was only three feet away from her dorm, a mop of messy dark hair and crimson eyes caught her marron ones, and her breath hitched in her throat as Natsume Hyuuga made his way toward her with long, perfect strides.
Mikan narrowed her eyes at him, he stared at her pointedly, squinting every now and then.
"What're you staring at?" Mikan snapped, unintentionally, she was supposed to pretend she didn't care. Natsume smirked and shook his head lightly and Mikan blushed crimson.
"What's your name?" A purely simple question, but left Mikan gaping and she had to ask stupidly:
"What?"
"What. Is. Your. Name." He repeated more slowly, and Mikan stuttered and fumbled with her words before she could stammer out a squeaky:
"M-Mikan Sakura." She had realized he had never gotten her name, nor had she realized he stepped closer and breathed by her ear.
"You're and idiot." He stated blandly and Mikan screeched and stepped on his foot and whirled around to march to Sumire's dorm, not before he flipped her skirt.
Mikan was ready to yell at him for sexual assault, but he was already walking away and waving at her from behind, shouting a clear:
"Later, polka-dotted panties girl!" Causing Mikan to faint in disbelief.
Haha, I loved this chappy so much, especially the end.
Review please! And I'll give you cookies!
Kao-chan
