VII

MIKAN's POV:

Sunlight poured in from the closed window. Rubbing my eyes, I attempted to sit up, but couldn't.

So, laying down, I observed the room. My room? NO. Nurse's office? CLOSE. OMG! The hospital!

That was when I noticed someone laying on the bed. Natsume!

No wonder I couldn't get up.

I sighed, but then I noticed him shivering. He had taken off his jacket to put over me.

How sweet. I smiled slightly before pulled the warm jacket over him.

He moved slightly, but I ran my hand over his dark raven hair and he sighed, apparently liking it.

Giggling softly, I nudged him.

He muttered, "Five more minutes, Aoi,"

"It's not Aoi," I said, "It's Mikan,"

That made him shoot up like a rocket.

I laughed as he raked a hand over his hair, groaning.

"What time is it?" he asled.

I looked out the window, Hmm... the sun's bright today...

Picking up the digital clock on the bedside table, I lied, "Its 12 PM."

He was shocked,"Oh, god. Where's my phone? I need to call Ruka to make sure he knows I'm okay!"

I laughed,"What, Ruka's your mom now, Natsume?"

He glared at me as he dug in his jacket pockets for his phone. "No. He's a good friend who worrys too much."

Fishing out his iPhone, he looked at the time,"You're a liar, it's only 7 AM, Mikan."

Uncontrollable laughter filled me,"But you're so... so gullible!"

He glared, "I could've slept on, considering the fact that you made me stay here with you last night,"

I frowned,"I didn't make you stay, you fell asleep here,"

He sighed, "Whatever,"

"Do you feel better? Or do you still need to stay here?" his voice was laced with concern.

That was when I realized my pain and headaches were gone.

"I think I'll be well enough to head to school." I replied, blowing a few strands of my hair away from my eyes.

I saw a smirk play on his lips and gulped. This isn't going to be good...

Dialing someone on his phone, he talked in a hushed voice.

I picked up, "...Miu Miu... Heels... Gucci... Leather jacket... Louis Vuitton... Bag... Chanel... Dress... Size XS... In 20 minutes..."

What the heck is he doing?

Sighing, I sat on the bed and French braided my hair, bored.

Finally, he ended his call and looked at me.

The flicks in his crimson orbs danced with amusement.

I gulped, releasing my hair, allowing my silky hair free from the french braid.

He strode over to me, and plopped down next to me on the bed.

Backing away, I asked, "What are you up to?"

Natsume smiled sheepishly, "Nothing, Mikan."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I said through gritted teeth, "I know you're up to something, spill it, Natsume."

He looked away playfully, "Nah uh, you just wait for it,"

I was dying to know what was going on, so I decided to play the trump card in my hands, "Natsume Hyuuga, if you don't tell me, I'll never talk to you again!"

His head snapped back at me, causing his raven hair to swish and fly behind him.

"What?" his crimson orbs widened with fear and terror. His smirk completely said "good bye" to his lips.

Puffing out my cheeks and sticking out my bottom lip, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Natsume sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Fine. It was supposed to be a surprise but-"

A knock was heard on the door, interrupting Natsume's words.

"They're here," Natsume stood up and opened the door.

In walked three woman, in which two were obviously assistants, carrying a briefcase each and had their black hair tucked in a bun under caps. The one up in the front had cropped blond hair in a bob, carrying a Miu Miu handbag with black leather gloves.

"Good morning Mr. Hyuuga," the blondie greeted Natsume.

Turning to me, she gave me a look over and smiled, "I assume this is our model,"

"Yes," Natsume nodded his head and smirked.

I groaned, "Natsume, what is this non-sense?"

Blondie stomped over to me in her last season Pradas, and puffed her cheeks, "How dare such a little girl address Mr. Hyuuga like that."

Her two assistants strode over and pulled me to my feet.

Settling me down on one of the hospital chairs, they proceed to give me a makeover.

Even though I'm used to makeovers, I didn't expect to get one in the hospital!

Grumbling and complaining as my hair was straightened, my nails were done and Natsume left the room so they could stuff me in this season's Chanel dress, limited edition Miu Miu three inches heels, a sweet Gucci leather jacket and yet another limited tote bag from Louis Vuitton.

Applying some make up on me and pinning my hair up in a tight bun, held with pearl clips, they allowed Natsume to step in.

His eyes widened at me. Well, I'm not surprised, considering the fact that the dress was three inches above my knee and was a V- neck. Thank goodness there was a leather jacket to cover up the other revealing skin.

I wished I could wipe off that smirk on his face as he circled me.

"You did a good job, Flora. I'll send a check to your office this afternoon. You and your wonderful assistants are dismissed." Natsume nodded his head in approval.

After the three woman left, I glared at him, "This is your idea of a surprise? I'd rather get another pie!"

He chuckled, "Then where would the fun be?"

I pouted, "Whatever, can we just go to school now?"

"Yes Mikan," he reached out and pulled me to him.

With his arm around my waist, we headed out the hospital.

A/N: EDITED!

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