I think it's unnecessary for me to use disclaimers now. It's pretty obvious that I really don't own Gakuen! Lol


Summary: I'm Mikan Sakura, 24 years old. Wanna know what's my outlook in life? Oh, I just hate it. Why'd you ask? Well, I lost everything that I had in just ONE FREAKING DAY. Unfortunately, when I woke up one morning, I wasn't at home. But on a king-sized bed and a fascinating room. Then, I saw a raven-haired guy walked out of the bathroom, HALF-NAKED! What the? Oh God, please help me…


Chapter 7: "Meeting Someone New!"


"Good evening, Hyuuga-sama." one of the employees said as he went inside. How rude, he just passed by him without greeting back!

"Good evening, ma'am." he said.

"Good evening to you too." I said and smiled. I saw him blushed and lowered his head. Okay? That's a bit weird, but cute. Oh, I'm so thankful that I'm single now. Just then, my GREAT boss dragged me like a kid. Don't I have a right to talk with someone else?

"I don't want you talking to strangers." he told me. Wow. So much for being my dad. Oh great! I don't see anything wrong with talking to the opposite sex.

"He wouldn't be a stranger if only you gave me the chance to know him, right sir?" I fired back.

"Just do what I tell you to." he said coldly, still holding my hand. It's warm, his hand I mean.

"You know what to do with her." he told the guy in front of us who had blonde locks and has a horrible taste in fashion! Seriously, this guy is a no-guy. He's gay! Well at least that's what I think. He smiled warmly at me and,

"Konbanwa, Sakura-sama." he greeted.

"Konban-wait, how did you know my name?" I exclaimed. He chuckled.

"I'm Narumi, and I assume that you don't know me. But I'm a friend of your mother, Yuka Sakura." he smiled, took my hand and kissed it. Whoa! That's…never mind.

"Oi, enough with the greetings. You're wasting my time." the devil snapped.

"Whatever." I whispered and rolled my eyes.

"Follow me, Sakura-san." and I didn't hesitate to follow.


"Take a seat, Sakura-san. I'll assure you that in no time, you'll be a lovely princess waiting for her prince. Oh! How magical!" he said, animatedly. He even clasped his hands together and grinned like an idiot. If he were a cartoon, I bet he'd be dancing around with glee and his eyes turned to hearts. No kidding, but that's how I could imagine him. He looked at me, smiling, I grinned back awkwardly.

"Uh, sorry to break your wild imagination, but I think it's best to get this over with." I gently said, hoping I didn't offend him.

"Oh, right." he said and started doing my hair. He combed it first and thought of what hairstyle would suit me. How did I know? Simple. I could see his face from the mirror and it's quite obvious that he's contemplating. All of a sudden, I remembered what he said minutes ago. That he and my mom used to be friends.

"Uhm, Mr. Narumi, do you mind if I ask you a question?" I asked politely. I want to know how he knew my mom. I'm intrigued.

"Not at all, Sakura-san. What is it?"

"Just Mikan, please."

"Okay, Mikan-chan. What is it that you want to ask by the way?"

"My mom never mentioned anything about you, so, I was wondering…How did you knew her, or better yet, how did you guys became friends?"

"Hmm. That's a good question. Actually, we used to be best friends back in our elementary and high school days. We hanged out a lot, helped each other when one of us are down, shared secrets with each other, anything usual with best friends." he paused for a while.

"A-and?"

"When we were in 2nd year high school, we had a new classmate, Yukihara Izumi—"

"My dad?" I asked, realizing that I cut him off. Oops.

"Yes, your dad." I nodded, grasping what he just said. He sighed.

"Izumi was quite famous back then. A heartthrob as everyone says. He became interested with Yuka, so he asked me everything about her and even asked me to help him win her heart…but I didn't." I felt my brows furrowed, confused by his last sentence.

"W-Why?" I asked, nonetheless.

"Simple Mikan-chan. I love your mom back then. But I never failed to notice that Yuka is also interested with Izumi. She told me everything about him and she started to like him basically. I was hurt, but as a friend, I supported her. I want her to be happy even if it means staying away from her…" I felt sorry for him. I never thought that he loved my mom, considering that he looked like a gay. I misjudged him.

"So, what happened?" I questioned out. I really want to know what happened next. It is depressing to know that their friendship ended because of love.

"I transferred to another school. At first she didn't want me to, but when I told her that it's my parents decision, she had no choice but to agree. I went to New York, and stayed there for almost 15 years. I never heard anything from her since then, till I came back here. Then I knew that she married Izumi and they had a child, you." he said sadly.

"I…I'm sorry." I whispered, not knowing he would hear me.

"What are you sorry for, my dear? It's not that important, you know…There! All done! I told you I'll make you look like a princess!" and there he was again, gawking like an idiot. I smiled and look at my reflection on the mirror.

"I…I-Is that…me?" I blurted out, amazed at the girl on the mirror.

"Oh yes, sweet! That's you." Narumi said, amused. The girl on the mirror had her hair down, curls on the tips. Simple yet elegant. And it suited her red dress. Her make-up wasn't that thick. She had a light blush on, eyeliner and mascara that complimented her eyes, and fine red lips. Crap, I feel weird describing myself. But Kami, I feel so elegant tonight.

"Nice." I whispered. I never knew I could look beautiful. But sadly, it'll only be for a while. I sighed. I looked at him and smiled sincerely.

"Thank you."

"No problem, dear. Now off you go. I bet Natsume will have his jaw drop." he chuckled and opened the door for me. I doubt it.

"Thanks again, Mr. Narumi."

"Anytime, love." he said and closed the door. I think he'll prepare for the party too. I shrugged.


"Oh Jeez. My face is so itchy!" I said, trying my best not to ruin the make-up. Just then, my eyesight landed on a certain someone. He was sitting comfortably on a couch while talking to someone through his cellphone. Typical scenes for business men like him. Ugh! Never mind. I just made my way and stopped right in front of him. When he turned to look at me, I saw him froze for a bit. But he regained back his composure and resumed talking. Was that the first time he saw a girl? I bet Natsume will have his jaw drop. I shook my head when I remembered Narumi's words. Never knew it happened. I sighed and just decided to explore the place for a while. Hmm. Not bad for a salon. But it's a bit…big. I'm amazed. I kept walking while looking at the decorations on the wall, until I bumped on something, or rather someone. I almost fell flat on the cold floor but fortunately for me, someone caught me. We stared into each other's eyes till we realized that we're in an awkward position. We both stood up properly and cleared our own throats.

"Sorry 'bout that." the guy said hurriedly, looking away while blushing. It was then that I realized, he was the guy who greeted me a while ago.

"No. I should be the one apologizing. I wasn't looking where I'm going." I told him and smiled. Somehow, I find him calm, collected and…cute. He had those brown eyes and black spikey locks. Thick brows, long lashes, and fine lips. His height is okay. I bet he's a basketball player because of his height. More or less, 6 footer? And crap, he's breathtaking, literally speaking.

"No, really. I'm the one at fault so I'm sorry." he argued, flashing a genuine smile. I like his attitude. And I'm starting to like him, as a friend. I giggled and I saw him looked at me.

"Okay. We're both sorry. Let's forget it, 'kay?" I grinned and he froze. Okay, what did I just do?

"I…Alright. I…I'm Ryuji. Nakatani Ryuji." he said, extending his hand for a hand shake. I accepted his hand and we did a hand shake.

"Mikan. Sakura Mikan." I told him and there was his warm smile again. Jeez! He ain't just cute, he's drop-dead gorgeous! I returned the gesture as we let go of each other's hands.

"Uhm…are you up for a party?" he asked.

"You could say that. Company party, Mrs. Hyuuga's birthday."

"Oh. Right. No wonder Mr. Narumi is also preparing."

"Say, how long have you been working here?"

"Just started couple of months ago. I need to help my mom. And you? When did you start working for Mr. Hyuuga?"

"Just this morning. I don't even think that wearing this dress, with my hair fixed and my face covered with make-up are part of being his secretary." I rolled my eyes, remembering how arrogant my boss is. He chuckled.

"You're stunning and I'm mesmer—"

"Oi, baka. Let's go." I heard Natsume say and walked out.

"What was that again?" I asked Ryuji. If only Natsume didn't interrupt. Eff you!

"Nah. It's nothing." I shrugged, trying to dismiss it.

"Nice meeting you, Ryuji-kun. Till next time?" I grinned awkwardly.

"Till next time. Wait. C-Can…Can I have your number?" he asked and I didn't hesitate to give him my cellphone number. I guess it's not that bad, after all, I'm single.

"See you around." I told him before leaving the place.


When I went out of the place, I saw Hyuuga's scowling face before he went inside the car. I went inside the car and I could tell that he's annoyed. I wonder why. Nah. Maybe it's because of the convo he had earlier. I fastened my seatbelt like it was the most normal thing to do.

You're the best thing I never knew I needed— Shoot! My phone's ringing again. Is it Hotaru? I took it out and looked at the screen. Numbers.

"Who are you?" I voiced out and I failed to realize that Natsume didn't start driving yet. But I ignored it. I answered the phone and,

"Hello?"

"Uh-H-Hello? S-Sakura-san?" said the voice on the other line.

"Uh, yeah. Who's this please?"

"It's Ryuji." I smiled just by hearing his name.

"Oh, Ryuji. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just wanted to hear your voice again." OMG! I want to blush! I can't believe that he's sweet too!

"Sakura? Sakura, are you still there?" I heard Ryuji said, cutting my train of thoughts.

"Uhm, yes. Hey, I told you to call me Mikan, right?"

"Sorry, I'm not used to calling you Mikan yet." I laughed.

"Then get used to it, Ryuji-kun. So, what're you—" I wasn't able to continue what I'm supposed to say because Hyuuga took my phone. How rude! I'm not yet done talking to him! I tried taking my phone back from him but he was stopping me from doing so.

"Hey. You know what, you better hang up now because we're busy and…pre-occupied!" Natsume said and hang up! My jaw almost dropped! What the hell?

"What's with you?" I almost screamed! I snatched my phone back but he took it again and threw it out on the window! What the? Seriously? How could he possibly do that? It's my phone, not his!

-tbc-

Okay. Tell me how was it? And what happened to Natsume? Forgive me for not updating for almost 6 months? I love you readers. And thank you for all the reviews. Reviews again please? Till the next chapter. :D