AUTHOR
Simply appearance or intellectual ability can easily affect a transfer student's position in the social food chain.
Both Natsume and Mikan expected this to happen, but within the shadows of the school, neither expected that it would end up so bad.
HYUUGA NATSUME
It wasn't a pleasant sight at all for me when I arrived to school the day after.
As I entered the gates of Alice Academy for the second time, a whole swarm of girls blocked my path, asking me an infinity of questions.
"Natsume-sama! What's your favourite food?"
"Are you still single? Please say yes!" I pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled.
"Get out of my way. You're really pissing me off." I growled, and I heard them all shuffle to the side, giving me a very conspicuous pathway to walk through. I started to walk through it, but it seemed that my anger still hadn't put the girls off yet.
"So cool!"
"He's even more attractive like that!" Sigh. Great way to stay unnoticed.
"Natsume-sama." I felt a presence blocking my way as soon as I heard the feminine voice. The way she used '-sama' with my name disgusted me, and I glared down at her.
She was a confident looking girl with seaweed coloured hair, and two strands on either side of her face curled, unlike the rest of her hair. Her hands were on her hips, and she was openly smirking.
"What do you want?" I asked her, annoyed. She held out a hand, expecting me to shake it.
"Shouda Sumire, President of the Hyuuga Natsume Fan Club." I looked at her pallid hand for a moment, then I walked past her without another word. This girl really annoyed me for obvious reasons. However, she didn't seem like the usual fan club president.
"Hey, wait!" I stopped walking and huffed. "The fan club just wants to know if you're still single." I clenched my bag handle tightly.
"Nope." I walked away, leaving the girls shrieking in despair. I knew that white lie would bite me in the ass later on, but I knew it would prevent all their initial plans.
When I entered the building, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. Oh great, they're still onto me. Expecting another fan girl, I reluctantly turned around, but to my surprise it was an older boy. He loomed over me in height, and his hair was a dark buzz cut.
"Hey, you're Hyuuga Natsume, aren't you?" He impolitely demanded. Without letting me answer, he continued to speak. "I'm Mochiage, and this is Kyou and Hinata." He signalled to the two equally large boys beside him. I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me again. "You're not in any clubs, are you?" About time. But looking at the size of those guys, the type of boots one of them was wearing, and the comment I had heard yesterday, I made quite an easy deduction.
"You're here to recruit me for the soccer team, aren't you?" The boys' eyes raised, seemingly surprised at my so-called 'guess'. After a few moments, 'Mochiage' smirked, and held out a hand.
"Welcome to the soccer team." I stared at his hand unconvincingly, and cocked an eyebrow.
"And why would you want me in the team? You haven't even seen me play." I watched as he hesitated, thinking of a good reason to cover up for it. To me, it was quite amusing, since I already knew their evil purpose.
"E-Err… we assumed that you would want to, and you look like the type who plays soccer…"
"Oh really? Your team must suck then. No thanks." I turned to leave, but I felt someone pull my collar, and I was staring into the angry eyes of Mochiage.
"How dare you mock our team… anyway why wouldn't you join? You'll be more popular too." I looked at his sidekicks, who appeared a little worried. What also surprised me was that not many people were in the area. I glared back at the bastard, and suddenly we heard a throat clearing to my left.
A guy who looked like an upperclassman was staring knowingly to my attacker. He had navy hair that was pressed down by a dark brown beanie, and he had some sort of tattoo beneath his eye.
And he didn't look happy.
"Mochiage, what do you think you're doing, dragging the new kid into this?" Mochiage pulled his hands from my collar, and he and his companions turned away reluctantly, but not without another glare directed at me. I rolled my eyes at their gesture, and turned to the mysterious upperclassman, who was smirking at me. God, now what?
"Sorry about those guys, they've always wanted to make our team more popular… and they've lost sight of what we're supposed to do - play soccer." He scratched his head nervously, then he held out a friendly hand to shake.
"Andou Tsubasa, third year, captain of the soccer team. What's your name, new kid?" I ignored his hand, and stuffed my own in my pocket. I was getting pretty tired of talking to this guy.
"Hyuuga Natsume." I started to walk to my first class, but a shrill yell pained my ears.
"Hey, Tsubasa! You bloody bastard! I found you!" A pink haired girl about the same age as Tsubasa was stomping in their direction.
"Oh crap…" I heard him murmur under his breath. When she reached Tsubasa, she grabbed his nose between her fore knuckles as he groaned in immense pain.
"You… you stole my maths homework again, didn't you? You lazy retard!" I, however, didn't pay attention, and I was looking at the girl in particular. She looks familiar… wait…
I took out my smart phone and located the files of the four politically related students in the school that I had located last night. After three moves of my finger, I found her - Harada Misaki.
I was finally able to escape the scene, where Harada was yelling and Tsubasa was groaning in evident pain. I smirked to myself.
I'll investigate her first, then. I felt my phone vibrate, and I checked the nameless message sent to me.
Arivl ntice 2nite, Akatsuki Dome.
Well, well. I'll be seeing you again soon, as well.
The endless words pouring from the math teacher's mouth passed through one ear and out the other. This information was useless to me, as I had studied the advanced methods during my middle school years. Unfortunately, Harada Misaki was also a year above me, so I couldn't investigate enough about her. Suddenly, I felt my eyes unconsciously moving to the brunette next to me. Her hair tumbled down her slim shoulders, and she was delicately twisting her teddy bear pen with the top in her mouth.
She seemed really attentive to what was on the board. I somehow couldn't pull my eyes away from the clueless girl next to me, and she didn't seem to notice that I was staring. After a while, I finally looked away, but instead something on her notebook - a doodle of a bear. It's eyes were slightly deformed, with the eyes stretching outwards. To me, it seemed slightly evil. I smirked at the strange sketch on her math book, which seemed to catch her attention. Her face turned beet red as she snapped her book shut and turned away, evidently embarrassed.
Why is she so embarrassed by only that drawing? I wondered to myself. Maybe she thinks it's bad… wait it is… I internally smacked myself for thinking excessively about the girl with the polka dot panties, and I looked back at the drabbling teacher in disdain.
Thankfully, at that moment I heard the loud shrill of the school bell. I sighed in relief, and gathered my things together.
"Natsume-sama?" I recognised that sickly sweet voice. Reluctantly, I looked up and saw Shouda Sumire in front of my table, smiling. I had an impulse to rip it off her face.
"Sorry, Natsume-sama, but we didn't get a chance to talk to you as much this morning. The fan club members really want to ask you questions about yourself." She sweetly informed me, but I could see a strange tone in her eyes - was it regret? Annoyance?
I pushed that thought aside, and in my peripheral vision saw Mikan looking at us back and forth, confused. With all my effort, I tried to look straight ahead, without a glance at the growing female crowd.
"Are you listening, Natsume-sama?"
"Do you like rice balls, Natsume-sama?"
"Can I make something for you tomorrow, Natsume-sama?"
"Kyaa! Natsume-sama!" Natsume-sama, Natsume-sama, Natsume-sama! I could no longer contain my anger, and I was about to yell at the crazy girls, but something stopped me from doing so.
"Shouda-san, Hyuuga just transferred here, so why don't you give him some space?" I turned to see Ruka next to Mikan, smiling politely at her, making all of my fan girls swoon. To my shock, even Shouda flinched, and I could see a hint of a blush on her cheek. So she actually likes Ruka… but why did she create my fan club? I wondered to myself.
"O-O-Okay… Ruka-sama… let's go, girls." She scampered away, with the upset fan girls following her immediately.
UNKNOWN
"...and it was so annoying! That transfer student was so cocky, and he wouldn't join the soccer team! Is he crazy? Who wouldn't?" Mochiage ranted and I pinched the bridge of my nose. What did I do to get this lousy, noisy servant?
"Well, an intellectual who knows that you just want to boost the team's popularity." I vulgarly replied, silencing him. I was indeed annoyed by Mochiage's behaviour, but I was interested in this new transfer student, Hyuuga Natsume - the cold second year who shunned both fan girls and popularity, unlike a normal teenager. Seriously, why would he shun his fan girls? Why wouldn't he use his fans, like me? I smirked to myself, constructing a plan - I didn't know what I would do, but I just wanted entertainment.
"Err… Luna-sama?" I snapped out of my reverie, and realised that we had reached the cafeteria.
Time to meet this 'cocky' transfer student.
A/N:I'm so sorry! I'm sorry that I left you waiting for so long! T_T I really need to get my act together... and I don't think camp is a valid excuse. :(
So... Natsume will see the Quartz Ghost soon... eheheh. Got a surprise for this part. ^^
And I also introduced Luna in the story, obviously. One thing, I'm not making her a slut. Just a bitch. So... yeah.
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