. G for Girlfriend .
. Snowmirage .
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. Summary .
Valentine's day is here! And Natsume makes Mikan his girlfriend? What is going on? Has the bug called l.o.v.e. finally caught up with our dashing enigma? Or is there something darker at work here? Expect OOCness
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. Dedications .
To aeyteenicole, who was the one to catalysed the writing of this chapter
BlueRuff-chan for being my friend
Julia Loves You for being such a wonderful friend and reviewer
And lastly, to littledoggy for simply being the best kohai and friend one can have
To all of you who love this story inspite of all its quirks and bad moments and have reviewed for yours truely, thank you :')
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. L.O.V.E. Dictionary .
im·i·ta·tion (m-tshn)
n.
2. Something derived or copied from an original.
adj.
Made to resemble another, usually superior material: imitation fur.imi·tation·al adj.
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Chaputa yottsu: Mikan Several Times Over
Natsume scowled as he made his way to classroom B.
Ruka had headed for Central Town to get his present, leaving Natsume to meander alone to the class.
Somehow, the contents of Imai's little 'note' was ringing in his mind.
As if he could make that baka cry.
He would probably need a sleigh-hammer to slam his insult into her thick skull for her to feel it and start crying.
Then again, she might be crying from the pain and not from the brutality of his insult.
And why was he thinking about Imai's note?
As if he cared.
Pushing away the unpleasant topic, Natsume searched his mind for something nicer to ponder about, like...like...um...like...
Whatever.
His scowl deepening, Natsume shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts as he neared a corner.
The bell rang in a distant corner, signaling the start of classes and a smirk found its way onto Natsume's face.
Ah yes, he had something to look forward to.
His baka girlfriend's arrival.
Every morning without fail, the bell would ring and she would skid around the corner, slip and fall onto the ground, revealing to him the underwear-of-the-day.
Natsume slowed down, preparing to receive her with his usual blistering remarks when he heard a whispered "Go!" before a thundering of footsteps sounded.
And the most amazing sight ever to grace the presence of Hyuuga Natsume happened.
Not one, not two, not three, blast it not even four but sixteen Mikans skidded around the corner, simultaneously tripped and fell with their skirts flipped up to reveal multi-colored panties.
Red strawberries, pink polka-dots, yellow pineapples, orange tangerines seared his vision.
Natsume was scarred for life.
Silence set in, stifling as it was ominous.
A nerve twitched once on Natsume's forehead.
Once.
Twice.
Then...
"Teme.." -twitch- "What do you think you are doing?" A flame leaped up onto Natsume's palm, the orange darkening ominously to a poisonous blue.
Natsume was about to cremate the whole lot of them when he heard something.
Something scarily familiar to be exact.
The calls of the man-hunting creatures of the dark from just around the corner.
Natsume did the only thing one in his shoes would do: he ran for his life.
Undignified mayhap, but hey, we are talking about monsters here.
With the mob trailing him crying things like "Natsumeeee-kunnnn! Don't run!", "Date me! Date me!", "Let me give you a kiss!", "I lub you Natsume!", it was no wonder Natsume started sprinting, never mind that his plight was becoming the spotlight of the elementary branch students nor that his reputation was shattering into pieces.
Anything to live.
He skidded around the corner and spotted the one thing that had saved him before: the janitor's office.
Quickly, he twisted the knob of the small wooden door and squeezed himself into the small dark space, slamming the door after him and shutting himself into complete darkness.
He pressed his ear to the door, listening intently.
A few seconds later, a stampede sounded accompanied by the dulcet voices of the females.
Then, they were gone.
Natsume sagged against the door in relief, absently patting the wooden door as part of his gratitude for it having saved his life two times when he heard something.
A small muffled sound that seemed to be coming from the floor.
Do floors talk?
Suspiciously, Natsume prodded the floor with his foot.
And came into contact with something soft.
"Hmmph!" The sound came again, louder this time.
He prodded it harder this time.
"Hmmph!"
It sounded suspiciously human.
Natsume lit up the small space around him with his alice… and found himself face to face with Sakura Mikan.
His baka girlfriend.
Tied up and gagged to be exact.
Natsume crouched down until he was on face level with the gagged female, his flame held a little higher away from his face.
"What," he drawled out slowly as one would to a delinquent child, "are you doing there?"
Agitated amber eyes looked at him as she struggled with her bonds.
Fire swiftly burnt the bonds to ashes, disappearing as suddenly as they had appeared, freeing Mikan's limbs.
"Hmmmmp! Hmmph!"
Right.
He forgot about the silver piece of tape across her mouth.
He reached down and in one swift movement, ripped the tape off her mouth.
"ITAIIII!!!!!" The yell of pain reverberated in the small space, making Natsume wince slightly.
Damn but she was loud.
"Why did you do that for?" She glared at him as she sat up, rubbing agitatedly at her reddening cheeks.
"Would you rather be gagged?" He drawled out too pleasantly, the tape hanging threateningly from his fingers.
"Iie." The reply was quick with a furious shake of her head, earning a smirk from the boy.
"What are you doing there?" He drawled out his original question, a dark brow arched.
"Eh?" Mikan blinked at him several times, her amber eyes blank before…
"AH!" The sudden exclamation threw Natsume off balance and he jerked back slightly as Mikan suddenly let out a stream of words, righteous anger ringing in her voice.
"-and they dragged me in here and gagged me before she let out the most horrifying laugh and said that the Hyuuga Natsume Fan Club will win the heart of our beloved Natsume-sama and that he will forget all about me, his puny little girlfriend, and then they slammed the door and I was left in the dark and I never got to tell them how uncomfortable it was being tied up and what did I do to them to make them do this to me because I don't even know them and there was a broom that was so ticklish against my skin and-"
God, did the woman even know anything about punctuations?
Feeling slightly dizzy from the never-ending stream of words that spewed out from the baka's mouth like tea from a tea spout, Natsume reached forward and forcefully stopped the stream of words with his hand over her mouth, bringing his flame close to her face.
"Urusai." He drawled out, a menacing glint in his eyes.
Her eyes widened and Natsume smirked slightly in satisfaction that she understood her position.
Or not.
She started making weird sounds, gagging sounds at the back of her throat as her hands waved wildly, gesturing at something behind him, her eyes wild.
"Nani?" Natsume snapped in annoyance, his patience running to the hilt, removing his hand from her mouth.
He smelt it first actually; the nasty smell of something burning that was confirmed by the single word gasped out by the brunette a second later.
"FIRE!"
Indeed, everything in the small shed was alight in a fiery blaze that was quickly spreading, clogging up the small space with thick rolling smoke.
He must have held his flame a little too high.
Oh well.
Natsume pushed open the door and pulled the brunette out with him, their bodies connecting hard with the cool marble floor of the corridor as Natsume yelled out," Put out the flames with your alice!"
Mikan, trapped underneath him, nodded frantically and focused her wide amber eyes onto the fire.
For a moment nothing happened and Mikan's amber orbs widened in panic and she cast a helpless look at him.
"Do you want me to burn you first?" Natsume gritted out between clenched teeth.
Then abruptly as the fire had started, it was gone, leaving behind ashes and blacked walls.
Threatening always work.
The two, culprit and victim, were left staring at the smoking room in relief, neither hearing the patter of approaching footsteps until Andou Tsubasa appeared in sight.
"Thought I heard your lovely voice, Mikan-chan. You are too slow coming to the special ability class so I thought I would fetch … you." He trailed off lamely, one dark brow disappearing beneath his bangs.
And made them aware of their compromising position: Natsume on top, Mikan below.
Horrified amber eyes met half-amused crimson eyes before with a heart-rending shriek, the brunette shoved off the boy with sudden strength fueled by embarrassment and scrambled to her now slightly amused Tsubasa senpai, her face tinged a deep red.
Tsubasa hoisted the distraught female onto his left shoulder, who was sobbing something about not being able to get married any longer as she clung to him.
With a displeased look on his handsome visage, Natsume picked himself up from the floor he was thrown so unceremoniously onto and walked past the pair, deliberately stepping hard onto Andou's feet as he passed.
A small smirk graced Natsume's lips at the howl of pain from Tsubasa and he threw a dirty look to Tsubasa before disappearing from sight, leaving the shadow manipulator alone with his charge and a certainty that if he hugged Mikan any tighter, he might not live through the rest of his life due to a certain flame caster.
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Meanwhile, we drop by the faculty room to see a very familiar person sitting alone in the empty room…
Jinno-sensei batted the unfortunate floating pink heart, only one of the millions floating around the faculty room courtesy to idiot Narumi (done by using the floating alice), which was obstructing his work as he attempted to mark the growing pile of Maths paper, only to be blocked by another piece of pink heart.
Lightning sizzled around his lanky frame before –Zap! - the pink-turned-black paper landed limply onto the floor, the paper curling weakly at the edges in a weak attempt to float before flopping back onto the floor.
On his shoulder, froggy croaked approvingly as his master continued to write big fat zeros in red pen onto the papers in front of him to vent off his anger at everything in particular.
Valentine's Day is a curse! Jin-jin fumed as he scrawled a huge zero across the page. Only idiots like Narumi celebrate such things.
In his fury, he zapped down seven more hearts.
"Jinno-sensei?" Serena-sensei's head poked around the door, a small bemused smile on her face as she held out something pink to him.
Jinno-sensei got up and stared in incomprehension at the pink letter and box the female teacher pressed into his palm.
"It is a Valentine's Day letter one of my students wanted me to pass to you. " With that, she was gone in a swish of her gypsy-like skirts, leaving Jinno-sensei to stare at the envelope in his hand with something close to incredulity.
His first Valentine's Day letter.
He had an admirer?
A blush found its way onto the stoic teacher's face as he opened up the envelope with his froggy watching expectantly.
Maybe Valentine's Day wouldn't be so bad after all.
Dear Jin-jin,
I have loved you for a long time, but Narumi-sensei is waaaayyyy cooler. So I decided to change my attentions to Naru-kun!
P.S: Do you mind giving these chocolates to Narumi-sensei for me because the faculty room is out of bounds for us students. Love you!
Muacks,
Your secret admirer
"That is it! Valentine's Day is going down!"
"Ribbit."
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A/n: Me thinks Natsume is getting a little possessive of his ickle girlfriend. Poor Jin-jin, he deserves better doesn't he?
Ah yes, this is the very much neglected story update ') Gomen neh! I know it is boring but I needed to do this before we trail onto the more interesting parts of the story –whoop- ..
Yes, updates are not going to take so long anymore :') So look out for the next chapter Mikan gets a little talk: About flowers and bees and unwilling boyfriends – bwahahhahah – and the arrival of the Missives in Pink! Jealousy ensues and do we get a sleepover between our favorite hero and heroine??? XD
Reviews would be salivated over, framed and admired for the rest of this author's miserable life ;')
