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Perfect Acts
By EuPhoRia RoSe
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Act 04
No one is perfect... that's why pencils have erasers. ~Author Unknown
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He smirked at her, his crimson red eyes looking from Mikan to the room around them. Mikan, at that point, was absolutely astounded. She did not think that she'd ever be seeing the photographer at her own apartment. The sight was rather hard for her to comprehend. But still, he was there.
She wanted to know exactly what business he could have at her apartment but then she realised. Of course. The boxes, the initials 'NH'. Mikan groaned. Could those boxes really belong to him? Was he her new roomate?
Maybe, just maybe, it was only a coincidence. He had come here, only to tell her what a mistake he made calling her fake, and would leave. That's what Mikan was hoping. But she had to be realistic here. She had only met the man for a short time but she could tell he was a person who wasn't fond of apologising. Her luck had definitely run out. Hyuuga Natsume had come here for one reason only. Although, she did not want to accept it.
He barged past her as he took a quick look around the apartment and grimaced.
"This place is a disgrace. Do you really enjoy living like a pig?" he asked her, a cocky tone to his husky voice.
Mikan couldn't help but stare at him in shock. He hadn't just called her fake but now he had gone so far as to call her a pig. He had barged into the apartment like he already practically owned it.
It seemed that he wasn't giving Mikan any respect at all. How was she going to survive living with him when all he would do is call her such things? She'd just have to somehow live with it. Hopefully, he wouldn't be staying for too long.
If things did take a turn for the worst, she could always stay with Hotaru. Scratch that. That would never happen. Mikan sulked as she walked to her sofa and collapsed on it. The photographer looked at her raising an eyebrow.
"Don't think I want to live with you, Polka. I am as annoyed as you are to see that you are my new roomate," he scoffed.
Mikan glared at him. There, he said it again. Another disrespectful nickname.
"If you don't want to live here then why don't you ask to stay in another apartment," she spat.
"Believe me, I would have done that if I could," he paused, "This was the only apartment that was available and not overly priced."
Mikan thought that Natsume was a rich man who could afford anything he wanted. That's what she assumed, partially she was right. He was rich, but he wasn't one to spend his money all in one go. Surprisingly, he was extremely mature about money than other men at his age. There were rumours that he only spent a lot on people that he cared about, he never spent much money on himself.
She could tell that much from the way his hair was a mess and how he wasn't wearing extremely expensive clothes. If she didn't know him, she would think that he was any regular guy looking for a job. She wouldn't suspect that he was actually an established photographer working for the biggest model agency in Japan. But he did seem to present himself more in the eye of the public and the paparazzi.
It seemed that when he was alone, he didn't care as much. Even so, Natsume was an extremely handsome young man. If he was reduced to rags than riches he'd still be gorgeous to any girls' eye. Although, Mikan would never admit that to him or anyone.
Those thoughts soon vanished as soon as they appeared. Too bad that this god-like man had an awful personality. If he didn't then maybe. But only maybe, Mikan might have fallen in love with him. But that was if he was sweet and kind. Not rude and cocky. It was a complete waste of good looks. She pouted as she watched Natsume move over to his boxes and inspect them.
He looked at her, his eyes narrowing, "You didn't touch these boxes, did you?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes, "No. Why would I want to?"
In truth, she had looked at them. But that was not the same as touching them. She was intrigued to know why he was so suspicious about it. Was there something inside there that he didn't want her to see or touch?
Mikan suddenly became curious as she peered over her shoulder as the young man opened a box at the top. He pulled out a professional looking camera from it. That was the infamous camera that he possessed.
That one camera had taken such amazing photos of models and celebrities. Any normal girl would be wanting to have a look at it. But Mikan, she was the opposite. She didn't care about him or his damn camera. He walked over to her as he sat on the table and pointed the camera at her face. She stared blankly at the lens.
"What the heck are you doing, Hyuuga?" she questioned.
He didn't answer her question, instead he stared at her through the lens. He clutched onto the camera like it was something precious to him. Mikan knew that it was. She had heard how much Hyuuga Natsume loved being a photographer.
"I want to see what you really look like," he told her.
She was confused at what he had said. It didn't make any sense to her. Natsume understood that she didn't get it as he rolled his eyes.
"I don't like girls who try to be something there not. I want to see what you naturally look like," he informed her.
Mikan fully understood now. But there was no way that he would ever see the real her. She had hid the real her away for so long and it was never going to come back. She didn't want to unearth painful memories. She didn't know why he was so intent on seeing her true self. It wasn't any of his business. She glared at him as she pushed him away as she stood up.
"I'm going to bed," she said.
He shrugged as he put the camera on the table gently, "Whatever."
He didn't care about her. When he realised what she really looked like his reaction would be the same as the kids back in high school. She did not want to re-live that ever again.
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Nonoko tilted her head as her mouth gaped open. Her eyes were blank as Mikan waved a hand in front of her face. Nonoko had been like this as soon as Mikan mentioned that she happened to have a new roomate who was none other than Hyuuga Natsume. She was hoping for some sympathy. But it didn't seem that Nonoko was going to give her any.
Both girls were walking side by side on the way to a cafe. But suddenly Nonoko had just randomly stopped in the path way. Mikan should have realised that this would have been her reaction. Nonoko came out of her trance as she let out a small scream that made Mikan jump backwards.
"Mikan, you lucky thing. That means you have another chance to be his cover model. I was thinking you could go to the next set of auditions anyway but this makes it even better!" she squealed.
Mikan couldn't believe that Nonoko was acting like this. She was supposed to agree with her and say that she wouldn't mind Mikan staying with her for a bit. But instead, she had called her lucky. How the hell was she lucky?
This thought processed through her mind as she began to think. If the truth leaked out and people found out that she was Natsume's roomate the paparazzi would have a field day. There'd be cameras everywhere. That was one way of becoming a celebrity but for no longer than a few days. After all, they'd soon forget about it and look for another story they could write.
Also, she could have been stuck with someone who wasn't as good looking as Natsume. She guessed she was lucky in that way. But now Nonoko would want to come over more often to have a look at the man. She herself had never met him. But if she knew what he was really like would she still be like that?
Mikan didn't know what Nonoko thought of Natsume. But it was completely different to what Mikan thought about the photographer.
But she was right about one thing. This could help with her acing the auditions. He'd see her more than the other girls who would audition. But there was one problem. Mikan didn't really seem to get along with Natsume. It was the same vice versa. She'd just have to somehow tolerate him for how long he would stay with her in her apartment.
When she had left the apartment for work, Natsume was sleeping on the couch, his expression peaceful. She had looked at him and thought that she liked him a lot better when he was asleep. She couldn't be bothered to wake him up and tell him that she was going and that breakfast was already made.
She didn't need to make him anything, but she thought that it would be alright to make him think better of her. She was going out with her friends after work which had finally ended. Work had been pretty intolerable.
The president had yelled at her and somehow found out about her atrocious behaviour at the audition. For most of the day she was locked up in his office. It reminded him too much of her high school days. She sighed as she fished out some gloves from her coat pocket. The weather had become much colder than the day before. She wouldn't be surprised if it started to snow anytime soon.
"I'm not as enthusiastic about him as you are though. To me, he is just an arrogant and rude man," Mikan snorted.
Nonoko pouted, "Any normal girl would be enthused about being able to stay with him."
"Well, that's my opinion. But seriously Nonoko, you haven't even met the man properly," she paused, "Ok, I admit that he is rather good looking. But it's such a waste that his attitude is awful!"
Nonoko shrugged but she did not change her opinion. She still thought that at this moment that Mikan was the luckiest girl in the world.
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Mikan stood in front of the door feeling she might as well shoot herself then and there. She was so unbelievably stupid. Usually, she would always take her key to her apartment wherever she went. But this time was different. She knew where it was.
It was lying on the kitchen counter next to a cup of Hot Chocolate she had in the morning. She sighed. Now she was locked outside. But could Natsume be in there. There was no way she was going to stand outside there waiting for him to realise that she hadn't come back.
Did he even care? He probably didn't. He wouldn't care if she suddenly went missing and didn't come back for days. He'd take the time to do something stupid like dominate the TV. Who knew what he would do.
She banged her fist on the door waiting for a few seconds for a reaction, or footsteps, or anything. But so far, nothing. She began to hit the door repeatedly but still Natsume did not come to her aid and open the door. She was sure now that if he was in there he could definitely hear her. Maybe he was ignoring her? She would not allow that. He would hear her whether he liked it or not.
"Hyuuga! Open the door! Hyuuga! HYUUGA!" she screamed.
The door burst open to reveal a rather pissed of Natsume only in trousers and his hair completely drenched.
"What?" he demanded.
Mikan stared at him in awe. So that was why he hadn't opened the door immediately. She could feel her cheeks slowly become red. Natsume smirked as Mikan returned back to normal.
"Don't look at me like that. I just forgot my keys," she told him folding her arms.
He chuckled,"Idiot."
She glared at him, there he went again saying something like that. And he was laughing at her. How rude. She pushed past him making sure she didn't look at him as she marched to her bedroom.
She could tell he was following her. Even if her back was towards him she could imagine that on his lips was a smirk. She snorted, this was exactly why Nonoko was wrong. But how could she blush in front of him? Anybody would have that reaction, wouldn't they?
"Polka," his voice resonated from behind her.
She turned towards him ready to tell him not to call her that name when a light flashed in her face. She was stunned for a second when she realised that Natsume had taken a picture of her when she was angry. She couldn't understand why he would do that. Especially when he had called her fake to begin with.
"Why did you-" she was interrupted.
"I thought that the expression on your face was amusing," he sneered.
She gritted her teeth there was only one thing she felt for this man. Him and his damn camera.
"I hate you, Hyuuga."
He grinned, "Hate is a rather strong word isn't it?"
She stuck her tongue out at him and then shut her door with a slam.
Things were about to change, dramatically.
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Act 04-end
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