Being Mrs. Hyuuga
Little nobody's girl
Disclaimer; I do not own GA
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"Every one has a happy ending??"Mikan thought. "What an empty thought."
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Natsume put his head in his hands. He could have easily gotten rid of this nonsense. She was as against to it as he was. He just couldn't bring himself to do that. And he refused.
No.
Why did I say that??
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Brinnggggg
The final bell of the day rang out. Mikan sighed. She wasn't looking forward to go home. For the past 3 weeks, Natsume had been staying with them and it wasn't the most comforting thought. All these days, he had been the ideal son in front of her parents and tortured her when they were alone.
For example….
Flashback
"Mikan, could you prepare Natsume's bath?" Yuka asked her daughter. Not that she could refuse. Mikan reluctantly got off the couch and dragged her feet to the bathroom to prepare a bath for her fiancée. She shuddered at the thought. Ugh! Lazy arse. Can't he prepare his own freaking bath??
She checked the temperature of the water by dipping in her hand. It was fine. Just the way Natsume liked it. Not too warm, not too cold. That over demanding rich brat!!
"oi"
Mikan turned to face the 'moron' she was thinking about a while ago. "hmph! Your bath is ready. Your majesty!"
"Hold it with the sarcasm little girl." He snapped. Then suddenly he let out a mysterious smirk. "Did you check it?"
"Yes I – aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"
The rest of her sentence was lost in her scream as Natsume shoved her and she fell inside the water.
"NASTUMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
End flashback.
This wasn't the only time. She growled as she remembered this morning.
Asshole.
Flashback.
"oi, youjo!" Mikan turned to face her arch enemy. She was on her way to school. "What do you want??"
"Make me some fried eggs." "WHAT? But I have to go to school!"
"Auntie's order" he simply mentioned.
End flashback
He had made such complains on her cooking! And she was an excellent cook!
This one's too squishy.
Too crisp.
Too salty
No salt.
Where's my green pepper?
Because of him, she was late for school. She trudged off to hell….her new name for home, waving her friends goodbye. Weekend was here. Mikan shuddered.
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"Mikan do this for Natsume……"
"Mikan can you?..."
"Mikan, help your fiancée ……………"
"Mikan, Natsume needs a………………."
"Mikan, could you get a……….."
"Mikan"
"Mikan"
"Mikan?"
"Mikan"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!" Mikan screamed out. She huffed as she put down the ironing she had been doing for Natsume. She wasn't even married to him yet!! And she was doing all this. She sighed as she thought. Graduation is just a month away. After that, I'll have to marry Natsume. Only then can I join the culinary institute.
Why is this happening to me? Why me?
"hey. You're still not don e with the ironing?" she looked up to see the devil himself. "I said I've had enough." She put the hot iron right in the middle of Natsume's expensive shirt. The cloth singed and got burnt. "What the hell youjo?" Natsume reacted trying to rescue his shirt. Not that it worked. "you. Iron your own shirt."
Mikan glowered. " I'm not doing any work. My mom can do whatever she wants but there is no way I'm tolerating you anymore."
"hmph" she stomped off to her room and then a big SLAM was heard as the shut her door.
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"Mikan Sakura!!" Yukawas indignant. She knocked her daughter's bedroom door.it was locked from inside and Mikan hadn't even come out for lunch. It was dinner time and Mikan was refusing to open the door.
"First you promise me that I won't have to marry Natsume and that he will go away! Or I'm not eating!" Mikan's voice came from inside the room.
"Mikan!" Yuka was a little shocked. Mikan never behaved like this. "you can't force me to marry him!" Yuka hung her head. She had no choice whatsoever. Her husband was indebted to Mr.Hyuuga, in return,he had asked just for their daughter's hand in marriage. They couldn't refuse. If it wasn't for the Hyuuga's, they would have been on the streets.
"Mikan, please sweety. Try to understand. I don't want this anymore than you do. Neither does your father. There aren't very good reviews about Natsume Hyuuga. I don't want this to happen too."
Inside Mikan could only listen to her her mother sobbing softly.
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Natsume's eyes narrowed. So no one wanted him. He was used to being unwanted. Wherever he went, there was no one to care for him. Girls flocked around for his money and looks. In his life there was no one who loved him. His father was busy. His mom was dead. So he tended to do reckless stuff, just to get some attention. And then he looked at this girl. Who did not seem effected by his looks or wealth whatsoever. She wasn't interested.
He smiled bitterly to himself.
No one could ever love him. No one thought of him as special. He was not precious to anyone. And no matter how much he tried to deny. It hurt.
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Mikan had not eaten her breakfast that morning. She was still in her room, she was sorry for her mom, but the frustration was even greater. She groaned as her stomach growled. She was sooooo hungry.
She turned as hse heard a slight knock on her door. She sighed. She would let her mother enter this time. She was hungry anyway.
She opened the door to find Natsume, she was about to slam it shut when he stepped in side and closed the door behind him. Mikan tried to argue, but as soon as she opened her mouth he shoved a bun inside. She then noticed that he was carrying a food tray. "eat moron" he said. "you'll grow weak" then he smirked "how the hell will you give me healthy babies??" Mikan felt her cheeks grow red. She pulled the bun out of her mouth. "Who said I was gonna give you kids? You would be the last person whose kids I would bear. That would be my biggest mistake ever." Natsume bit his tongue. That stung. Yup. It sure did.
"whatever" he shoved the plate in her hands then turned around and left.
Mikan looked at him as he shut the door behind him. I think I hurt his feelings.
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