Damsel "No-More" in Distress
DMPMG
Short Summary: Natsume makes a sarcastic remark to Mikan calling her an "Idiotic, Stupid and Ugly Damsel in Distress" causing Mikan to think Natsume hates continuously saving her life again and again. The Black Cat gets extremely worried that his idiot is not telling him her secrets and problems, especially when Mikan turns to a certain senpai for her troubles.
Author's Notes: Many of you are asking if Mikan likes Tsubasa, and yes, she does. Well, for now. Sorry for the long update…Was that long? Thanks again to those who reviewed…
Albert Diyosa, natsumexmikan, Ravengal101, nesbab, tinkerbellie, cirshelle20, wakakakakaa, jeje-chan, sakurachan008, nesbab, Leenstarz, mountainelements, eiChi17, tinkerbellie, Arahi Sakura, purplish024, The Fair Maiden, pinkstarpatricia, jazzflame, kemcat16, xXxNaNa-cHaNxXx, artemisx07, rengenkourou, ladalada
Practice
Normal Point of View
Mikan shut her eyes tightly, letting the breeze caress her cheeks while she hugged herself tightly, doubt in her mind and heart. She prayed that Tsubasa would catch her. She felt her insides almost exploding and the fall felt as if it was going on forever. Then with a aloud thump, she felt herself being caught by Tsubasa. He took her in his arms tenderly and held her closely to his chest. Mikan heard his heartbeat and blushed lightly.
"What is it, Tsubasa?" Mikan's voice trembled, still kind of paralyzed of the fall.
"I have a way to get back at Natsume." He whispered in her ear.
"What is it?"
"Let's take a picture of him."
"What good will that do? And besides, Hotaru-chan always does that."
"No, let's do it my way. Also, we're going to add a few alterations to this picture."
"Like what?"
"It involves a guy and some make up."
Mikan, dense, still had no idea what he was up to.
"When do we do it?"
"Let's go." Tsubasa grabbed her wrist and ran with her to the boy's dormitory. "Now. We do it now."
Mikan's Point of View
Tsubasa dragged me to the boy dormitory till we reached a familiar door. "Isn't this his room?" I inquired Tsubasa softly.
"Relax." He pulled out a camera. Not the fancy, digital types but the one where you have to put film in. "Are we going to take a picture?"
"Yes, but first we have to set it up."
"Set what up?"
"His face." He smirked. "With what?" I asked getting annoyed.
"This." He took out a really huge kit and smiled with glee. One of my eyebrows raised way high. "Are you sure…?"
Several Minutes Later…
We made our way out of his room and we smiled triumphantly at ourselves. It's done. "See you late, Mikan." Tsubasa waved off and left. I took one more glance at the door sign,
NATSUME HYUUGA
That Morning…
Mikan's Point of View
"Let's just get this over with." I muttered to Natsume.
I hated what I was wearing. I was wearing a shell bra which looked super slutty that only covered the upper part of my chest. My navel was exposed, my stomach was exposed. Thank Kami-sama my legs were covered, in this extremely hot mermaid fin.
"Stop gaping at me, idiot." I hiss at Natsume.
"I wasn't gaping at you, you moron." He snaps back.
"Whatever."
"Alrighty, Class, we will now practice the Kissing Scene!" Mr. Narumi screams to us.
We were on the stage, bickering as if there was no tomorrow, and everyone was just busy there, nodding their heads disapprovingly.
"No, Mr. Narumi! Would it be okay if we just cancelled the kissing scene?" I plead to Mr. Narumi.
"Mikan-chan, I would, but I don't want too. Besides, with that outfit, who wouldn't want to kiss you?" He beams as he twirls around.
"I wouldn't." Natsume walks up to us.
"Well, looks like we've got a problem here." Mr. Narumi looks at us, amused.
"I'll kiss anyone! Just not him!" I point to Natsume.
"I agree. Besides, I don't want to kiss someone with four stomachs." He smirks.
"I do not have four stomachs! I have one!" I glare at Natsume.
"Whatever."
I was so fed up with this. I march up to Natsume, grab his hand and place it on my stomach. I rub it around my stomach until it touches my navel.
"See? I even let you feel my stomach. It is only one stomach." I point out to him.
He looked red. "What? Am I that funny looking you want to barf?" I spit at him.
"You just touched my one stomach. Big deal." I say sarcastically.
Mr. Narumi tries to stop himself from laughing so, he tells us in a weird tone,
"Alright, then M-m-ikan. You m-may choose who you want to k-k-iss. But, h-hhe only appears at the kiss—kissing scene at the end. Nat-Natsume won't have too.". Then, he laughs and walks out.
"That's so good. Now, you won't have to kiss a cow like me." I tell him.
"I never called you a cow. You called yourself a cow, which means you admit you're a cow." He smirks at me.
I just want to wipe that smirk of his face. I turn around and leave but he grabs my arm. "Where are you going? We have to practice.".
"Well, excuse me. What I do, since that day, I won't tell you. But, since you bug me, I'm going to find someone to kiss." I jerk my arm away from him and walk to the direction of Ruka-pyon.
"Ruka-pyon!" I call out to him.
He looks at me, slightly blushes, then looks away. Is he avoiding me? I ran to him and tug his shoulder.
"Ne, Ruka-pyon. Why won't you answer me?" I pout at him. He smiles weakly.
"I'm sorry, Sakura." He replies.
"Oh, come one. Friends call each other by their first names, right Ruka?" I innocently ask him. "Please, call me Mikan."
"Oh, alright, Mikan." He flushes.
"Anyway, Ruka-pyon, will you kiss me?" I ask him with a bright smile.
He turns to the shade of a tomato. "K-k-kiss you?" He stutters.
"Yeah, in the play! Since Hyuuga won't want too." I grab his arm and drag him on the top of the stage before he can say anything else.
"Mr. Narumi!" I call out. "Yes, Mikan-chan?" He pops his head out of nowhere.
"Ruka-pyon will play the prince at the kissing part. Since Senor won't be in that scene, Ruka can kiss me!" I shout to him with glee. Ruka flushes and suddenly the room temperature drops.
I turn to Ruka. "Won't that be fun, Ruka-pyon?!" I ask him excitedly. I start to fix his hair. I can feel my fingers going through his dirty blonde hair and he tries to hide his face from me. I was starting to have fun when I felt my hair being tugged.
I whizzed around. "What do you want, Hyuuga?".
"The gay teacher, Narumi says practice is over. He told us to practice together in my room or in the library."
"Since when do you listen to the 'gay teacher'?" I hiss at him.
"Just pick one, ugly."
"The library then. Better than being with you at your room." I say. I turn to Ruka smile at him then walk off with Natsume.
We walked in total silence. Then, someone from behind taps me. I look around and see Yuu.
"Mikan, here are the tablets." He hands me them. "Thanks, Yuu!". He walks away and Natsume glares at me and says in an icy voice, "What happened?"
"Nothing." I reply looking at my shoes.
He grabs my chin and I face his ruby eyes. "You better tell me what's wrong, little girl, or I'll burn your hair and your skirt." He threatens me. He takes out one hand and puts a small flame.
I shake in fear. "Well…damn it, I have a sickness alright!" I shout at him. He's still holding my chin.
"Explain further."
"Well, since I sprained my foot and my daily check up I take these tablets to lessen the possibility of life damage. My legs will be cut if I don't take my tablets. It was made especially from Anna and Nonoko. Though, they had a hard time mixing this and that with fire to melt the---''
"Why the hell didn't you just ask me to create a fire?!" He demands and pushes me against a nearby wall. He chokes my neck.
"Why would I in the first place?!" I hiss.
I look into his intense ruby eyes and see a bit of concern. Tears start to form again.
"Listen, Hyuuga. As much as I want to help everyone and everyone wants to help me, then it's alright if you don't." I cry. "And, I can't breath." I choke.
He immediately lets go of my neck but he has his hands on my shoulders while I'm slammed into the wall.
"I'm sorry." I scream. "Alright, I'm sorry if I'm such an ass to you. I'm sorry I'm your partner! I'm sorry for being such a burden. I really---''
"Shut up." He says.
My hands were plastered to the wall as Natsume descended his lips. Please Kami-sama, he begged in his mind, Don't let her taste as good as I think. Well, instead of using his hands to slam me against the wall and hold me there, he should have put them on his head. Because the moment he placed his lips on mine, our heads blew off. His grip around my shoulders tightened. He deepened the kiss. He started to bite my lower lip, as if waiting for reply. His lips were soft and surprisingly, I was enjoying this. I had enough of this, I was about to pull out when my body didn't allow it. Instead, I jerked back and kissed him.
What the hell was I doing? O.o
He pressed his body closer to mine. There was so much heat being transferred, that I felt at ease.
He stopped kissing me and automatically started kissing my cheek all the way until he started kissing my neck and softly biting my ear. I couldn't move or even breathe. I was too mesmerized to do anything. He rapidly whispered in my ear, "Enjoy yourself, Polka-dots?". Goosebumps started to appear.
I came back to my senses and found myself in a very awkward position. I guess while he was biting my lower lip, his arms moved to grab my waist because I was slammed against the wall and his arms were around my waist. He started nibbling my ear again and I fumed blushing.
He finally stopped and let go of me. "What was that for?" I asked him, still red.
He smirked and said, "To shut you up.".
So that kiss meant nothing. I really don't get him.
Tears formed again in my eyes and it slowly started prickling down my cheeks.
"What's wrong Mikan?" He comes closer to me.
"Don't come any closer to me! I vowed not to be any closer to you." I slap him across the face. The tears endlessly dripped down. I can see the slap mark on his face and his expression was sad yet angry.
"I hate you Hyuuga! I hate you so much!" I tremble.
"You do now, do you?" He comes at me dangerously.
"Stop it. Just stop it now." I say. "That kiss meant nothing. That's that. Let that kiss be practice for the play. Nothing more.".
My tears stop abruptly.
"Now, let's go to the library." I walk ahead of him. He says nothing.
Once we got there, it was crowded. "Hyuuga, let's just do this in your room." I snap.
I let him walk ahead this time. I check my watch, wow. Three hours until 10:00 pm. I'm not hungry, at least. When he entered his room he slammed it closed. Oh great. How nice of him. I shouted at his door. "Listen, Hyuuga. I'm going back to my room. Just knock when you're ready to practice."
Natsume's Point of View
This morning, my whole face was wet and it really bothered me that it wasn't sweat. I was smelling toxic whatever this morning too. It really bugged me so I searched around the room to see if anything happened. Turns out, something did happen. There was a piece of film lying under my bed. When was the last time I took pictures? I looked around some more and found some blush. Eww…blush. Since when did I put on make-up?
I thought…
Make up+ Wet face+ Film Blackmail.
Who could possibly do something as weird as this? Imai…
Mikan's Point of View
I walked back to my room and flopped down on my bed. Why? Why did he kiss me anyway? I thought, back there, that I would learn to love him. I'm so stupid. I didn't cry because crying won't solve this "Natsume" problem. I walk to the bathroom, remove my clothes and put in my bathrobe. Suddenly someone knocks at my door. I rush to open it, expecting Tsubasa.
"Tsuba----''
I open the door to find Natsume standing outside with his opened up white shirt and black pants. His hair was messed and his earring shone in the sunlight. So, he just dressed up in his costume. I was wearing a bathrobe showing my cleavage, how pathetic of me. We were both staring into each other's outfits until I finally spoke. "So, you're ready to practice, huh?"
"And you're not." He enters my room casually. "Did you think I was that Andou guy?"
"Who invited you in, anyway?" I snap at him.
"Tch. Nice room, not." He comments my room. I guess he knew we were going to start fighting again so he looks at me deviously. "Let's make out again sometime, Polka-dots."
"Grrrr…" I scowled. Okay Mikan, breathe. Breathe. Breathe. "Let's just practice." I started slowly, ignoring his perverted comment. "What scene should we do?"
"What about the scene where the idiotic mermaid is taking advice from a stupid sea gull and the prince finds her in the beach wearing ugly rags with ropes wrapped around her body." He smirks. "Just like what you're doing now."
I groan in frustration.
"Max!" Natsume shouts as he follows Yuu, the dog, Max, to the corner of the beach where he finds a girl with rags wrapped around her body and she flashes him a smile. He smiles back, eccentrically. He goes up to her and asks, "What's your name?". She tries to speak but nothing comes out of her mouth. He look sat her with a worried expression. "You are much better when you don't talk, Polka-dots." Natsume, the prince----
CUT!
"Hyuuga!" I snap at him.
He looks amused and starts to chuckle. "You are so stupid, resisting not talking."
I storms off with a high "hmph". Oh boy, this was going to be a long night.
We went on practicing for hours. It was pure torture. He kept on going about calling me names, being his usual perverted self and me being my over-dramatic, annoying self.
There was this one scene, which really bugged me.
"Can you not talk?" Natsume asks me with an amuse face. I so wanted to punch the lights out of him. I nod my slowly. I walk closer to him dressed in rag to see him up close. Then, he trips me. I fall on top of him. It's good that we landed on the bed, instead of the floor.
"Hey Polka-dots, you don't look too bad from the view here." He says to me in a monotone voice.
I snap. I cringe. The next thing I knew, we were wrestling. We rolled around the bed, grappling hold of each others arms and hands. Occasionally, brushing against each other. I don't know how long we were wrestling but Natsume was on top of me and he had me pinned down the bed. I was breathing very hard and my heartbeat doubled its work.
He pressed himself against me and whispered in my ear, "Hey, nice panties. Lemons and Strawberries now, huh?". He smirks, and I flinch. "Hyuuga!!" I try to break free from his grip. I force my body to the right and we roll, once again. This time, I'm on top of him.
I give a smile of triumph. He mutters something under his breath and he look at me in my eyes. His lips curl into a smirk and he pulls me to the left. Great, he's on top of me, again. "There's no harm I calling me 'Natsume' again, Strawberries."
"And there's no harm in calling me 'Mikan'!". I shove him and he's not on top of me, I'm not on top of him. We are both on the bed, facing each other, glaring. "We're getting nowhere here." I sigh as I get up from my bed and head to the bathroom. Before I enter the bathroom, I stick my tongue out and say, "Don't peek." He just rolls his eyes.
I mutter to myself as I check the mirror, "What a moron." I come out dressed in my usual pajamas. I was wearing an orange, loose shirt with floral prints in it and tights. I tie my hair up in pigtails and brush my teeth.
When I come out I see Natsume holding a black leathered book with the name "Mikan" engraved at the front. My Diary…
"Natsume!!!" I stomp to him when I realized what I just did, I just called him "Natsume".
And there he smiles a smile of triumph. Damn that sick bastard…
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Oh my gawwdd. I wrote the whole story last March and haven't had a chance to read it since May. Believe it or not, I don't recall anything that happened in my story. Cries AHHHHH!!! XD. I don't even remember the mood I had when I was writing this, so if the story is in, any way, going to a completely different direction, please tell me. Thanks again.
