Oh, no! Mikan ran away! Where is she going? Read to find out! :))

It was already dark when I ended up in a small town in who-knows-where named who-knows-what. It looked so peaceful, I must say. I stared out the window as I drove slowly down the tiny road, careful not to bump into anyone. The lights were beautiful and everyone seemed to know everyone else.

*grumble grumble*

Whoops, I better stop somewhere and get some food. I parked across this tiny restaurant named Hot Soup. Hot Soup, eh? Well, this place will have to do. As I entered in, everyone stared. My, what a crowded place! I was about to leave when someone called out to me.

"You're not from here, are you?" A male voice called me. I turned around to see who that was, only to be met by dark blue eyes. His eyes were so calm, the total opposite of Natsume. The man was standing behind the bar counter, with one hand on it and he was smirking at me.

"Natsume," I breathed out. After realizing I said his name, I quickly covered my mouth.

"Ah, I get it. Boy problems." How'd he guess?

"You must be wondering how I found out, yeah?" I must have this kind of face expression that shows my shock. His smirk got bigger. Cocky one, we got here. I sat down at one of the available barstools near him and stared at him.

"You're not a very nice person, are you?" I questioned him. He gave out a laugh, which, surprisingly, made my heart skip a beat. I actually liked his laugh. I smiled at him, and he stopped laughing and looked away. I wonder why. He stuck a hand out to me.

"Tsubasa Andou," He said, still looking away. Tsubasa. Nice name to go with a kinda hot guy. I instinctively took the offer and shook his hand.

"Mikan Sakura. Pleased to meet you," My smile never went away. But then I noticed. He was still holding on to my hand. My heart skipped a beat, again. Oh, well. I'm probably nervous or something.

"Same here," He looked back at me and smiled. "What do you want to order?" He asked, changing the topic.

"Oh, right," I said, checking the menu.

"You're weird," I shot a glare at him and he just shrugged. Damn, I gotta admit. He's cute.

"I'll have some Ramen, please." He wrote down my order and smiled at me.

"Comin' right up, Madame." He clicked his pen and went off. That gave me a chance to check him out. Long legs, hot body, and he's got a star tattoo near his left eye, which makes him look even hotter. Kinda. Then I started to feel guilty. I broke up with Natsume less than five hours ago. Don't I love Natsume? Then why am I here, checking out a Ramen guy?

I lost my train of thoughts when a hot bowl of noodles appeared in front of me. I was staring at it. And staring, and staring, and staring…

"Would you stop staring at the Ramen and dig in?" Tsubasa said, with an irritated tone.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry," I smiled apologetically and quickly slurred in some noodles. I rolled my eyes in pleasure.

"Seems to me that you like it," Tsubasa said, wiping some dust of his uniform. "But then again, everybody does," Conceited jerk.

"Who makes the food, anyways?" I asked.

"God. You see, when He created the world—" I twitched my eye. He made all those hand gestures, making him look like a tour guide in a museum.

"Who cooks the food here, then?" I asked, stressing out the word "cooks."

"Ahh, Then the answer to your question would be Tono." Tono?

"And he is…?" I raised an eyebrow.

"The one who cooks the food," Tsubasa said, with a charming smile. Well, his smile doesn't affect me, now. I was about to retort when the kitchen doors burst open.

"Tsubasa! You idiot!" Someone weird guy shouted and glared dangerously, pointing a spatula at Tsubasa, but Tsubasa just stood there, calm as ever.

"That's Tono," He leaned in, and whispered to me. I could smell his cologne. He smelled good. "My best friend," Now that's when things got confusing. His best friend? You gotta be kidding me.

He looks like he could murder Tsubasa.

"Tsubasa! Come over here, NOW!" Tono demanded. Tsubasa walked calmly over to him with a smile on his face.

"What is it, my overly sensiti—"

*WHACK!*

The next thing I knew, Tono whacked Tsubasa with his spatula. I was wondering what that thing was for. But what's more curious is what Tsubasa did to Tono.

"Ouch! Tono," He said, as if to be sympathetic. "I know it's hard for you to accept, but it looks great. Trust me," He continued, putting a hand on Tono's shoulder. Tono shrugged it off and glared at his "best friend."

"Tsubasa," Tono replied to him using the same tone. "I HATE IT!" Tono shouted.

"Two inches ain't that bad," Wait, two inches of what? "I'm surprised you didn't notice until Kaname over there asked, 'Tono, did you do something with your hair? You look different.'" Tsubasa pointed at a guy who's head is sticking out behind the kitchen doors and smiled at Tono, but Tono just gave out an irritated groan and went back to the kitchen.

The costumers were quite noisy about this encounterment. Tsubasa noticed that, too.

"Now, now, customers. That's just a tiny 'show' to keep you entertained," Tsubasa said loudly. The customers soon resumed doing what they were doing, and Tsubasa walked back to me.

"What was that all about?" I asked, pointing to the kitchen doors.

"Oh, that? Don't dwell on it. It's nothing," Tsubasa gave me an assuring smile. My heart skipped a beat. Again.

Damn, I'm nervous again.

"By the way," Tsubasa asked, changing the topic. "Where did you come from?"

"From my mother's womb," I said sarcastically. He sighed.

"I'm serious. I don't think you've gotta place to chill for the night," He said, his pure blue eyes boring into mine. My jaw hung open. He's right. He chuckled and closed my mouth. I felt electrified by his touch.

"You can hang at my place tonight then," My eyes widened in shock. He said WHAT?

"No, I couldn't. You don't even know me that well," I answered shyly, but calmly.

"Ha! Seems to me, you're not all that bad," He winked at me. Ah! He's SO cute!

"But—" He cut me off.

"No 'buts.' You're staying at my place, whether you like it, or not." He grabbed my bowl of Ramen and walked off.

"Hey! I wasn't finished yet!" I screamed at him, but he didn't even turn back. Jerk. Honestly, we just met. What if he's really an evil villain who will try to kill me when I'm sleeping? Or a psycho? Or…

A hobo.

"Oh, dear Lord," I muttered. Please don't be a hobo. I can't stand hobos. No offense, if you are one. Before I could think of anything else, a hand appeared in front of me. My eyes trailed up to the person who owns the hand. Tsubasa. He was smiling at me. Blood rushed up to my cheeks.

"Shall we?" My, what a gentleman! I took his hand and stood up. Our hands were clasped together until we reached outside. For a short moment, I forgot about Natsume. I forgot the pain, the hardships, and all the suffering I had to face. And for a short moment, I felt that we were a couple, Tsubasa and I. And it felt great.

"It's getting late, yeah?" He let go of my hand, to my dismay (but I didn't tell him), only to get his car keys out of his pocket. He jingled them in front of my face and said,

"Let's go," And with that, he held my hand once again, and led me to his car. Hold up.

"What about my car?" I stopped walking. I didn't want to leave it there, but I wanted to see how his car looked like.

"No one's going to steal your car," He assured me. "In this town, everyone knows everyone else. The crime out here isn't going to be a problem." I felt safe when he said that. I held his hand tighter and walked beside him.

We walked through a dark alley, and I got scared again. In movies, people get killed in these kinds of alleys. Tsubasa all of a sudden let go of my hand again. I looked at him at once.

"Relax, I just need to tie my shoe laces. You keep walking ahead. I'll catch up," I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was smiling. So I nodded and proceeded walking through the alley. I was shaking of fear and I was panicking inside.

"Tsubasa—" I turned around, but he was gone. I heard some wind pass by me and some creepy sounds. Oh. My. Gosh. I'm going to die. I shouldn't have trusted Tsubasa. I shouldn't have ran away. I shouldn't have—

Someone covered my mouth. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Tears were flowing out of my eyes. But then he whispered.

"I told you to relax," Then he let go of me and laughed. I cried harder and attempted to run back to my car, but he stopped me.

"Hey," He came closer to me. "Were you that scared? I'm sorry," He hugged me and rested his head on mine. I punched his chest, but he seemed to be unaffected.

"I would never hurt you," I stroked my hair and I began to calm down. My tears stopped flowing and I pushed him away gently. He got something out of his pockets, again. It was a handkerchief. He wiped my tears with it and caressed my cheek. I stared into his eyes; I couldn't see them properly, but I knew he was just joking about the whole scene and he's sorry. He started bending towards me and then I knew. He was going to kiss me. He was so close and my heart pumped faster. I closed my eyes and waited. I felt his lips brushing against mine when we heard something.

"Hey!" Someone called out. He was holding a flashlight. A policeman.

"Sir, it's alright. We were just about to head home," Tsubasa said, shielding his eyes from the bright light. "We apologize for loitering here. It won't happen again." Tsubasa bowed down in respect and I followed, hesitantly.

"You two lovebirds are off the hook," He chuckled. "But next time, I'm gonna getcha!" He made this weird pose, and then the policeman walked away, still chuckling.

Tsubasa turned to face me. There was this awkward silence between us. Neither of us looked at each other.

"Mikan," It was his first time to say my name. I felt right coming out of his mouth. "We, uhm, better get going," I quickly nodded and resumed walking out this dark alley, this time, with him beside me… holding my hand.

Yes, I know this is all too sudden, but shouldn't I be moving on as fast as possible?

It's been two months since I've left Natsume, and it's been two months since I met Tsubasa, who is now my boyfriend. He's been very careful when it came to me – he holds the door for me, cooks me food when I'm not feeling well, and he even let me stay with him in his condominium, which, I must say, is quite the fancy type. I remember the day he welcomed me in.

It was the day I ran away from Natsume…

He led me to a parking lot with around six cars in it. He walked up to the sports car. I got confused. Is he going to steal that car? Because, I'm sure a hot guy behind a cash register can't earn that much to afford an expensive car like… that one.

"Tsubasa, what are you doing?" I walked towards him. I stopped midway when I heard him grab something from his pocket, for the third time that night. I widened my eyes when I saw what he brought out – the keys for the sports car. He unlocked the doors and opened the passenger's seat for me. I quckly went in and waited for him to get in as well.

He roared the engine to life, but before he started driving, he turned his head to face me.

"Surprise," He smirked at me."Don't say anything. Just enjoy the ride,"

And we sped away.

Pretty soon, we arrived at a place called "The Heights," which I assumed, was a hotel or a condominium. We parked it at the underground and used the elevator to go to the 19th floor. The next thing I knew, we were standing in front of a white door which read: 1928.

"Surprise, again," He opened the door, and I realized he was not just a hot guy behind the cash register, whom I thought he was. He was so much more than that.

Turns out he's kind of like royalty, modern version. His father owns this big company called "The Big Apple." And he's the only child. But it just makes me wonder, what is he doing working at a Ramen restaurant? Did he runaway? I tried asking him about it the other day, but he just gave me weird answers and quickly changed the subject. I guess he doesn't like talking family. But I'm sure he's going to come around sometime. He has to. He needs to.

(End of Chapter)

Oh, so she met a new guy. What about Natsume? :((

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