Daffodil and Journal
A/N; New chapter! Come on People, review please or I will be forced to stop this story! Please! *puppy eyes*
Mikan was furious, that..that arrogant jerk! Mikan sat in her dorm, fuming and face a crimson red from embarrassment and anger. Mikan paced and ran a hand through her smooth locks continuous times. What was he trying to prove? Sumire was oblivious to his bad attitude, just blinded by his handsome features. Mikan sighed and frowned deeply and walked to her bed. Grabbing her ball-point pen, she reached for her Journal and wrote. She was confused, her heart heavy and her face lined with frustration.
Mikan shut her Journal, and a knock at her door alerted her. Lethargically, Mikan dragged her feet to her door and opened it to a grinning Kokoro.
"Koko? What is it?" Mikan asked curiously and the boy smiled wider.
"Mikan-chan! Come play with us! Sumire-chan wanted to go shopping and plans to take you somewhere." Koko explained. Mikan groaned and slipped on jeans and a dull, purple sweater. She slipped on her converse and followed Koko to Sumire's dorm. Mikan entered the room with her eyes downcast, and flopped on the expensive white sofa, her loose tresses falling all over the back.
"Mikan, you look like crap." Sumire stated coming in with a new, cute outfit. A pink and white dress with a ruffles where the skirt is and tank-like top with polka-dots. A pretty pink bow sat on one of the straps, a hot pink ribbon tied around Sumire's neck and pink ballet flats. Mikan felt much out of place in her clothes being compared to Sumire.
"I know." All because of a perverted jerk.
"What happened then? Spill." Mikan sighed and sat up, Sumire intently listening.
"Sumire, tell me what you see in Natsume?" Sumire raised an eyebrow but answered.
"Well, he's handsome, cute, kind, and perfect in all ways and cannot do anything wrong." Sumire finished and got a dazed look in her eyes while Koko mocked her actions and Mikan giggled.
"Well, does your 'perfect prince charming' go around flipping people's skirt?" Mikan asked pointedly, waiting for Sumire's reaction. Sumire snapped out of her daze and stood abruptly and glared at Mikan through narrowed eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"He flipped my skirt and called me polka-dotted panties girl." Mikan stated blandly, clearly giving away why she was looking like 'crap'.
"My Natsume-kun would never do that!" Sumire huffed and turned her nose in the air. Mikan rolled her eyes and stood up, Koko followed suite and they walked to the door.
"Hurry up, were gonna be late, the store closes at ten." Mikan said, and Sumire scurried over with her bag swung over her shoulder.
"S-Sumire, there is no way in hell I'm wearing this!" Mikan screeched, her cheek a nice rouge. Sumire stormed in the dressing room at one of the near by malls.
"Mikan, quit whining! It's not that short!" Sumire put her hands on her hips.
Mikan wore a black, sleek halter dress that ended at her shins. The back was laced with straps, showing her plain, smooth back. The dress had a slit at the side that rode up to her thigh, and the front made an illusion of a bigger bust and had diamonds embroided on the front and ran down the waist. Mikan shook her head while giving a desperate look to change, but Sumire smiled like a maniac and nodded vigorously. The dress hugged her curves, and she was sure men would be crawling over her if she went anywhere with THIS.
"It's perfect for the new club Neptune we're going to!" Sumire squealed and changed into a strapless red dress that ended at her knees and hugged her curves.
"C-club?!" Mikan squeaked and almost fainted. This was where Sumire was taking her!?
"Yep."
Mikan was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. Men and women grinded and brushed against each other, with strong scents perspiration. Mikan sat at a bar inside the club, music blasted through out the room and Sumire was elsewhere. Mikan stood and tried to search for her, pushing her way through sweaty bodies when a strong hand reached out and grabbed her waist. Mikan gasped in suprise and came face to face with a drunk man, smiling pervertedly at her.
"Hey...there...baby." He slurred, and Mikan thrashed and leaned away from his face that was getting too close to hers. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, and Mikan could feel tears welling in her fear-filled eyes.
"Why..don't...we...have..some fun!" He laughed Mikan screamed, but the music was too loud and her sobs fell on deaf ears.
Meanwhile, Sumire was hugging Natsume's arm after she lost Mikan and found him at the club. She giggled and rubbed her cheek on his dark jacket.
"Natsume-kun, dance with me?" She urged and Natsume shrugged her off and deadpanned:
"No."
"Please_
"No."
Mikan cried out as the man dragged her to a dark corner of the club, Mikan desperately trying to get away.
"Stop...moving!" He screeched. Mikan disobeyed and thrashed even more, and the man was reaching out to slap her, but a hand shot out to save her.
"Let her go." Mikan gasped and turned to her hero, and met familiar crimson eyes.
Natsume!
Natsume punched the man to the ground, grabbingg Mikan and dragging her outside.
"Go back to the University." He said glaring at her tear-stained face and red eyes.
"N-N-Natsume?" Mikan whispered, still shaken up by the accident. Natsume growled and stepped closer to her, taking off his jacket and placing it over her shoulders. What he didn't expect was for Mikan to grab him and sob into his chest. Mikan shook violently and cried hard, Natsume looking down at her.
"Oi, stop crying." Mikan looked up at Natsume as tears poured down her face. She couldn't think clearly, she had been so scared, and the perverted jerk came to save her. Mikan fell asleep after awhile, and Natsume brought her back to her dorm, where he stared at her peaceful face. He left, Mikan dreaming about her Hero.
Eheheh...the ending was kinda corny, but fluffly enough, ne? Tell me if I'm going to fast with the "Love" stuff. I really didn't want to do that to Mikan-chan though...
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