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Chapter 3:

Mikan Sakura

I watched as he exited the room with that god-awful smirk of his. When he was out of sight, I tried to register his words.

"Make her beautiful." He had said… wait. Was that an insult? Did he just call me ugly indirectly? When I finally got it, I lifted my foot and slammed it down on the floor.

"What the hell was that guy implying!?" I shouted, looking at my partner, who was already being made up by a green-haired girl that was petite and tall. She had on a pair of black skinny jeans and a mint colored crop top, which was just short enough to show the white tank top she wore underneath it. She had a heart locket around her neck, and a few bangles on her wrist. She moved with ease as she bent down to Hotaru's level to add some foundation.

Hotaru shot me a look even as she was being made up. "Do I look like I care? Because I honestly don't. So just shut up, sit still and be a good girl for once."

I pouted at her words. "Hotaru…"

"What?" She answered, keeping her eyes on the mirror.

I let out a small smirk. "You can really be a pain in the behind, you know that?"

She smirked. "I know."

I opened my mouth to make a comeback but was immediately stopped when a huge cookie about the size of my fist was stuffed in my face. I nibbled on it before looking up to see two girls with identical smiles on their faces. They could've been identical twins, except for their hair colors. One had pink, the other had blue. Both wore identical shorts and button downs that were tucked in, except they differ in color.

"Hi." I greeted with the cookie in my mouth, which made it sound more like a "Hwi."

"Hey." The pink-haired one greeted, grabbing my hand and shaking it. She pointed at herself. "I'm Ana. I'll be your wardrobe stylist today." Then she pointed at her twin. "This is my twin, Nonoko. She'll be doing your hair." Nonoko smiled and took the hand from Ana before shaking it as well. I used my other hand to take out the cookie from my mouth before setting it down on an empty plate near the cookie jar on top of my vanity.

I smiled at them. "I'm Mikan –"

"Sakura. Yeah, we know." I heard another voice say. I turned to the stylist working on Hotaru and saw her green eyes staring at me. She held a hand to her chest.

"Sumire Shouda." She said before looking at the two behind me. She flashed a tight smile. "What are you guys doing, not doing her hair?"

Nonoko let out a forced laugh. "Haha. Right." She looked at me. "C'mon, Sakura-san. Let's get to it."

"Please just call me Mikan."

Ana giggled. "Okay. Mikan." Then she took out a hair curler and handed it to her sister. Nonoko took it and plugged it in.

"Let's make you beautiful!" She squealed. I groaned.

Let the torture begin.

Natsume Hyuuga

"Make her beautiful?" I muttered to myself as I slammed my bedroom door shut. I ran a hand through my hair. What in fucking hell got me to say that? That was the first time in a long time I said those words. The last time I uttered those words was when my family and I still lived in Spain.

When she was still alive…

I shook my head and made my way to the bathroom, unbuttoning my dress shirt on the way. I threw my shirt to the ground and all other articles of clothing. I grabbed my towel and stepped into the shower.

I savored the feeling of cold water against my skin. Despite the fact that the water felt good, I leant on the wall and pounded my head on it. That was just incredibly stupid of me. She didn't look anything like her. She didn't have the dark chocolate wavy hair, the green eyes or the innocence of Akira. And yet, I felt the feeling I always felt when I was with Akira when she was still alive: Bliss.

I shook my head. Maybe I'm just getting sick or something.

I turned off the cold water, wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the shower. I ran my hand through my hair again as I walked into my closet. I opened a door and saw all my tuxedos lined up. I grabbed the first one I laid my hands on, took it out and put it on. Then I exited my walk-in closet and threw myself down on the couch in front of the TV. I shook my head one more time before turning it on.

Let's just forget about it.

Mikan Sakura

"Wait. These are our dresses for tonight?" I asked, looking at the bubbly pink-haired girl beside me. She nodded happily.

"Yup. Aren't they amazing?" She asked, her amazement clear in her voice. I shook my head.

"No, they are not. They make us immobile." Hotaru, who was standing beside me, stated. All throughout the makeover, she hadn't opposed anything. And now, here she is, finally cracking. I grinned at the thought. And she said I was the one who was wasting my breath in complaining.

I watched her as she shook her head, her diamond-adorned bob shaking as she did so. Both of us already had our hair and make-up done, so the only thing we needed was a dress. I looked at the dresses in front of us. I mean, they were nice, but I knew it would be hard to walk and maybe even leap into action if needed. I sighed before walking to the vanity of the other side of room. I grabbed a scissor and a pencil from the table before going back to meet everyone near the dresses. I knelt down and took the pencil in one hand, the dress in the other. I was just about to write on it when a hand caught mine. I looked up to see Sumire glaring at me.

"Don't you—"

I moved my hand a bit and drew a two-inch long line on the dress. I smirked as she gaped at it in horror. I pulled back my hand.

"I dare."

"Okay, so why do we, the girls, have to pick the boys up from their rooms?" I asked, looking at Hotaru who was walking beside me. She had her hair adorned with diamonds, smoky eye make-up and blood red lipstick. Her dress, which was altered by me, was a balloon royal purple floor-length dress with a sweetheart neckline and a strand of black lace around the waist. It was paired with a black lace bolero, a diamond necklace and a matching pair of diamond earrings. I had cut her dress at the front, making it seem like the front was shorter than he back. It showed her pale legs and Jimmy Choo-clad feet. I smiled at my work before looking down on my own dress.

My dress was a balloon floor-length dress with the concept of black and white. The white bodice was showing more of my figure than I would have ever wanted. It had a sweetheart neckline with was lined with black lace. Around my waist was a long strand of black lace that I tied at the back. Just like Hotaru's dress, it was cut at the front, showing my legs and black Chanel heels. Around my neck was a black diamond necklace and on my ears, a matching pair of earrings. My hair was parted to the side and was held in place by a black clip with a rose, with some strands left out to frame my face. My make-up was simple. Light pink eye shadow, pink blusher and red lipstick.

Even if both of us were dressed to party, we were still there to do our job. Proof of this are our earpieces inside our ear, like ear buds.

I heard Hotaru sigh as we continued to walk to the boys' room. "It's because we're not their dates, technically speaking. We're—"

I cut her off. "Okay. I get it."

We continued to walk to their rooms in a comfortable silence, smiling at passersby and other people who just happened to see us. We walked past countless doors and windows, since their rooms were at the other side of our floor, according to Sumire. But when we passed a certain window, both of us stopped in our tracks. A few seconds later, we continued to walk to their doors, which were just a few more meters away.

"…You heard that, didn't you?" Hotaru asked in a hushed voice, leaning to me. I nodded in reply.

"A gun cocking?" She nodded. I let out a smirk just as she did.

"Tonight will be fun." I stated and she smirked wider. When we finally reached the two doors at the end of the hallway, we stopped and knocked on the doors. Right away, Ruka opened his door, as if he were just waiting in front of it. Natsume answered the door about a minute later. He smirked as he saw me.

"Well, Ana and the others sure know how to follow orders." He said, giving me a once over. I glared at him.

"Stop calling me ugly already." He chuckled before taking my hand and dragging me behind Ruka and Hotaru, who were already about to leave. I chuckled as I saw Ruka's hand try to reach her but pull back, thinking better of it. I leaned into him.

"Take it slow, Ruka."I whispered into his ear. He blushed before nodding.

I was about to move away when I felt myself get pulled back. I saw Natsume glaring. "You're my date."

I shook my head at him. "I'm not your date. I'm your bodyguard."

He rolled his eyes. "Either way, you're a female." He said. "At least this time, you don't have a dick…" He muttered and I laughed. He stared at me.

"What?"

"Of course I don't have a dick. I'm a girl."

He rolled his eyes. "My point exactly. The last time I went to a party, a faggot just kept clinging on me." He shuddered at the thought and I giggled. I looked up and realized that we already reached our destination. The doors opened and we entered the wonderfully-decorated ballroom. I smiled at the view before I felt hot breath tickle my neck.

"You made the dress look hot, by the way."

I smirked. "And all it takes is a pencil, a pair of scissors and the nerve to piss Sumire off to hell by cutting two Alexander Mcqueen dresses."

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