Falling in Love with a Stranger
Chapter Four: Unexpected
Fanfiction of Gakuen Alice
PG-13
Warning: (Spoileeeeer) NxMxR
Third POV ; MAAAAAJOR OCCCCC MOHAHAHHAHAHA ;)
Mikan/
Mikan simply stared at her phone's screen, maybe waiting for a miracle to happen. She waited for Ruka's reply… and waited… and waited…
She started wondering if the message was really sent, if he received it. She went to her sent messages, and there it was. Maybe he just doesn't want to reply, she thought, frowning as tears threatened to appear once more.
The teen closed her phone and looked away as if the sight of it would hurt her. But technically, it does. She gently laid her phone on the shotgun seat. She took one last glance at it, then resumed driving.
Soon, she was back to the hotel. Random people gave her weird, disgusted, disappointed looks as she made her way to the elevator, but she didn't care. They didn't know what she's going through.
A heartbreak she could never endure.
She made her way to the elevator, brushing her hair behind her ear. The metal doors moved open, and destiny seemed to find a way for something.
She walked past a dark-haired boy wearing a striking outfit. His tall demeanor towered over hers, thought she couldn't help but be attracted. There's something about that male that… intrigues her. As they passed each other, Mikan's eyes followed the mysterious male until he exited the hotel.
She blinked a couple of times, finally finding her sense. She shrugged the unfamiliar feeling from her gut and continued to enter the elevator.
As the doors closed, the image of the raven-haired boy stayed in her mind. Weird. She shook her head in disagreement, picturing Ruka's face instead.
Calm, adorable, understanding Ruka. Ruka, who's sweet every day, who always remembered their monthsary, their anniversary, her family's birthdays and special occasions. Ruka, who gave her the best life a girlfriend could have… "My Ruka," she sobbed, falling down to her knees as she wept.
"Mikan?" She raised her head and saw her friend, Ogasawara Nonoko. "Is that you? What're you doing on the elevator floor?"
"Nonoko…" The sight of a familiar face sent her crying again, and Nonoko, simply confused, hugged Mikan.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. What happened?"
"Ruka," even his name can send her crying. She just loves him so much, not loving him is such a foreign feeling.
"Come on Mikan, let's get you fixed up. It looks like you need to party," Nonoko helped her up, the sight of her friend in this kind of state just breaks her heart.
"Y-yes, I-I'm so so-sorry for this N-nonoko, I'm just… over..whelmed.."
"Yeah, I heard the news. Hotaru sent me a text message… she's rather worried about you, you know."
Mikan sniffed, but giggled softly. "Hotaru? Worried? Well this is much more serious than I thought."
Nonoko smiled, "Now that's the Mikan I know. Come on, let's get your snot out of your hair."
"And what are we gonna do after that?"
"Well," Nonoko pondered on the question, then grinned, "we could go party. Anna knows a good place."
"Are… are you sure it's safe, Nonoko?"
"Hey, this is Anna we're talking about. What could go wrong?"
Natsume/
Yes, just like before. The ladies are drooling over him. Natsume simply smiled confidently as he walked past the people of the hotel. And of course, the women swooned.
How he missed this.
Now that he thought of it, ever since he went in a relationship with Sumire, his life had gone from successful, perfect, and amazing to boring, suffocating, and… one-sided.
He fished out his keys, nodded at the guard, and beeped his car. He tossed his hair to the left, and even though it might sound girly he did it perfectly. Manly. And of course, everyone paused to look at him. He simply smirked.
He opened the door to the passenger's seat, tossed his suit case, then went to the other side. Before he sat, he took one good look at a random girl. This time, it's a blonde foreign girl, who, like the same, was staring at him.
He smirked coolly, and the girl blushed, scrambling on the steps of the hotel. Okay then, time to stop fooling around, he thought as he sat on the driver's seat and drove away.
As he continued to drive away, his phone rang, startling him. "Hello?" Natsume greeted, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder. "Who's this?"
"Natsume, buddy!" It was his dear friend, Yome Kokoro. A party animal, this one. Where there is a party, there is a Koko.
"Sup man."
"What's my favorite friend doing?" His voice was sing-songy, and Natsume already knew what Koko's plan is. He has this feeling in his gut every time.
"What party is it now," he retorted, snorting.
"Hey, is that the first thing that comes into your mind every time? Do you really think that all I do is party?" Koko snapped, offended.
"I don't think—" Koko breathed in relief, "I know. Especially what's going on in that head of yours."
"Hey," he whined. "That's not true… Well, a bit, yeah."
"Shut it, Koko."
"Ooookay," he sighed, "So, what's goin' with you and Shouda?"
"Don't speak of her when I'm around," Natsume growled, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
The friend simply whistled, annoying the raven-haired male more. "What, Shouda didn't change your diapers this time?" Koko snickered.
"Koko," Natsume sighed in defeat. He's just not in the mood for this anymore. He just wants to forget everything involving Sumire right now.
"Or maybe she put seatbelts on the couch this time. You know how everything frightens that woman," he continued anyway.
"Koko," he said louder this time, angrier. "Shut up."
"Or maybe—"
"Yome!" He finally used his surname. And now all hell is loose.
"Whoah, whoah, whoah dude, calm down."
"No! I will not calm down! Because I told you to shut up, and you didn't. Because I told you to not speak of her when I'm around. And because I am so tired of her supposedly 'taking care' of me when all she does is suffocate me! Do you even know how that feels?!"
"Honey…?" Natsume's eyes widened as he heard Sumire's voice on the phone. How?
"Dude, I'm with Sumire right now. You're on speaker…"
Natsume blanched, words forgotten. He gritted his teeth then replied, "I don't care. About her. About what she might be feeling right now. I'm tired, and done with her."
Sobbing started on the other line, and he knew Sumire couldn't handle that. "Natsume," this time it was Koko.
"What?" He half-shouted.
"About the party…"
"Fine! Text me the effing address! Now leave me alone!"
"Okay dude. But… she might come too you know."
"After what I just said, I doubt it."
"Natsume."
"Bye Koko." And he hung up. He took a good look at his phone, then threw it on the backseat. He had enough of distractions for today. Though that party sounded pretty tempting.
He paused for a while and grabbed his phone again, this time dialing his sister's number. "Aoi?"
"Big bro!"
"Hey, I, uhh, might be late for a couple of days. Koko—"
"Oh no Koko-nii," she grimaced.
"What about Koko?"
"I know about Koko-nii okay. Since you're calling right now I know you're gonna go to a party."
"Ah," Natsume blinked, trying to surpass his smile.
"So?"
"Yes, exactly. So… can I?"
"No."
"It's just a few days, Aoi. Come on."
"No," she persisted.
"Aoi. Come on. I just broke up with my girl, I need some time to relax and forget about her."
"Sumire-san? You broke up with her?"
"Yeah?"
"And you're still alive?"
"I like your sense of humor, sis. So, yeah, bye,. I need some party to attend to."
"Bye," she sighed in defeat.
"Thanks," and then he ended the call. He grinned happily as he received the text Koko promised before. "Ah," he reacted with the familiar address.
He revved up his car and made a left turn, his phone buzzing from an unknown number.
Mikan/
Mikan was in awe as she entered the nightclub. Heads immediately turned as soon as she stepped. You can't blame her. Her red and black dress was just stunning. Sleeveless, possibly like a corset, with a silk like red material over a ruffly black one. Her hairstyle resembles a messy bun at the right part of her head.
((A/N: OMG I suck at these things lololololol XD))
Men, of course, whistled as they 'checked on her' while the girls rolled their eyes, trying to take their boyfriends' attention on them.
They failed, of course. Mikan's just too dazzling.
"Mikan! You came!" The familiar voice of one of her friends greeted over the loud disco music.
"Nonoko!" They hugged briefly, then Nonoko held her at arm's length.
"Well look at you," she commented, "all pretty and sexy. Are you trying to seduce the guys here?"
"W-what, no! I just found this dress at the end of my closet," Mikan blushed, her brown eyes scanning the crowd.
"Your closet?" Nonoko gave her a disgusted look. "That closet of yours can be a maze! There's just way to many clothes! Hey," she whispered with a playful smile, "have you gone to Narnia?"
"Nonoko!" She playfully hit her friend's arm. "Stop teasing me. Where's Anna, by the way?"
"Over there," Nonoko nodded her head on one of the U-shaped seats. And true to her word, there sat Umenomiya Anna, her bright pink hair getting attention. "So, shall we?"
"Sure," Mikan smiled as she looped her arm with Nonoko's, making their way to Anna.
"Mikan!" Anna greeted, hugging her friend tight.
"So… what's up with the party?" Mikan asked.
"Oh just, you know," she replied, "something."
Nonoko laughed, "She often does parties for no reason," she explained.
"Psh. I was bored." Anna shrugged.
"So?"
"Isn't that a reason?" Anna asked innocently.
"For you to throw a party with maybe everybody in your village?" Nonoko asked in disbelief.
"Well… yeah."
"Hey, hey, hey," Mikan interrupted, "How bout we all just party, and forget about everything that has happened. Sounds good?" The two girls muttered in agreement.
"Great!" Mikan squealed in delight. "Come on, come on!" She pretty much dragged her two friends to the dance floor, where she enjoyed herself, Ruka long forgotten.
As the minutes passed, Mikan felt her legs wobble. "Hey guys," she poked Anna and Nonoko, "I'll just take a drink and rest. I'm tired from all the dancing."
"Okay~" They replied, then resumed on dancing along with a couple of guys.
So Mikan headed to the counter. "One Agua de Valencia, please," she humbly ordered, the bartender nodding in response.
Mikan leaned her elbows on the counter, staring at the bottles of wine and who knows what. Bored and tired, she took a short glimpse at the entrance. And almost fell from the stool.
There he was, the black-haired mystery man from the hotel.
Natsume/
"Whoah, who would have thought you'd know the Umenomiya Anna, Koko?" Natsume said, impressed. The Umenomiya is considered as one of the elites in the world. Mr. Umenomiya owns almost every single car company that exists. Mrs. Umenomiya, however, owns the bags and shoes and everything girly. Then there's the heir, Miruku, then there's Anna.
"Hey, this is the Yome Koko we're talking about," Koko crowed, pleased with himself.
"Yeah, yeah, man," Natsume rolled his eyes then went to the counter. "Just beer," he said sitting down.
He looked to his left and saw a gorgeous brunette gaping at him. His eyes widened, his lips parting slowly. Crimson orbs clashed with her brown ones, and time seemed to stop.
"Natsume?" He turned to the other side, where the stood, his ex. Shouda Sumire.
"Sumire? What are you doing here?" Natsume couldn't help but ask, glancing briefly at the brunette.
"I…" She played with her hair for a moment, then looked back at Natsume, her eyes different. "Well, now I see your other girl."
"Other—other what?" Natsume blinked.
Sumire pointed at the brunette, and Natsume mentally swore. Now the innocent hot girl will get into their trouble. "Sumire," he explained, "that is not my girl. She's just a random girl sitting next to me."
"Yeah. And that random girl was staring at you earlier. And if I was wrong in remembering things, you were staring back."
"Sumire. Stop. She has nothing to do with this," he motioned, "With us."
"Oh sure," she replied sarcastically. She moved between him and the girl, glaring at the latter. "So, how much did he pay you?"
"Sumire!" Now Natsume was furious. How dare she. To someone he doesn't even know…
"What?!" She replied. "What does she have that I don't?!"
"U-umm," the brunette shifted uncomfortably, her brown own bewildered and confused. Natsume fought the urge to pat her head. "I don't really know his name," she defended.
"See!"
"Liar. You're all liars!" Now Sumire was capturing the attention of the crowd. Some stopped dancing to gawk at them.
"Sumire, stop making a scene," Natsume growled, and Sumire took a few steps back.
"You cheater," she sobbed, pointing at him, "He's nothing but a cheater!"
"I do believe that you enjoyed your relationship with the person you're calling a cheater," Koko appeared from out of nowhere, standing beside Natsume. Sumire gasped in protest.
"I'm so disappointed in you, Sumire," Koko shook his head. "When did you get so low?"
"Stay out of this Koko!" Sumire shrieked.
"No! You're my childhood friend, Natsume's my best friend, and I know for sure that you were the one that ended your relationship with him," Koko took her by the wrist, glaring at her. Natsume had never seen him like this. Though he couldn't help but be amused.
"Well yeah! I did dump him! Because he was cheating on me!" Sumire tried to shake off Koko's grip.
"We're going now. Natsume, I'm so sorry for what she just did and said. I'll make sure to tell auntie and uncle," Koko apologized, walking out of the club, dragging Sumire with him.
"W-well, umm," with the scene done, Natsume faced the brunette to apologize.
Only to find out she wasn't there anymore.
I hope I can see her again…. I didn't even know her name, he thought smiling slightly.
A/N: Hey guyyyyys, sorry if this took so long. We had so many unexpected vacations. . But here, as an apology, I made this chappy as long as I can.
And umm, about Mikan's dress and hairstyle, since you know, I don't know how to even describe em, I'll just link it here...
Edit: Just realized I failed bigtime by adding the link. Ummm. I dunno how to show you guys the dress and her hairstyle to better understand
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