Title: Short and Sweet

Inspiration: A short love note, sweet as sugar, is all that it takes.

Spotlight: Mikan and Natsume

Genre: Romance


"All you have to do is write a note," Narumi explained to the class. "Make it simple---short and sweet is the note we're trying to hit!"

Mikan chewed the end of her pen like it was nobody's business. She was clueless.

What was up with Narumi, anyways? Giving them random assignments. Next thing you know he was going to be telling them to lock themselves in the school basement with someone they love the most. Mikan shuddered just thinking about it.

"It can be addressed to anyone," he said as if he expected them to take it upon themselves, motivated by some crazy idea, to write him a love note of all the reasons why he was so beautiful, fabulous and the best homeroom teacher anyone could have. The only notes he were going to be getting were death threats, hate notes, etc., and the only reason he was the best homeroom teacher ever was because he was almost always absent, meaning that most of the time they were left unattended.

But when he was there, he made their lives not even worth living.

Natsume watched Mikan from the corner of his eye. He pretended to read his manga as he secretly watched Mikan scratch her head, write something down, cross it out, write something else down, then give up entirely and tear the note into tiny pieces.

If that dense moron gives any other guy a note, I'm going to murder him, no holds-barred, he thought.

A few minutes later, Narumi said, "Okay, time's up! Now put your notes in this basket and I'll pass them out!" Everyone (except Natsume, he didn't write one) shuffled to the front of the room and dropped their notes in the basket, and Narumi passed them out.

Mikan got at least fifty notes (Looks like there are gonna be fifty unsolved murders, Natsume thought) and Ruka got at least seventy. Natsume got nearly one thousand (mostly fangirls) while Hotaru held the record of almost one million. The max anyone else had gotten was at least ten or twenty. "Looks like Hotaru has a lot of secret admirers," Mikan whispered, just to get Ruka peeved. And he was, as he glowered at the pile at Hotaru's seat with Hotaru gloating in the middle of it.

Natsume went through his pile. Good fuel for the fireplace, he thought with disdain as he sifted through the notes. He was just about to do away with them all when one at the bottom caught his eye. It was small and written on pink paper with the decoration of a strawberry in the corner. It had the light scent of strawberries on it, too. He pulled it out and opened it. It read:

Love you, perverted fox.

Mikan

He read the note over again and again. Slowly a smile formed on his face.

Suddenly Mikan poked him in the arm. "Natsume, Narumi-sensei's mourning because everyone sent him hate-me notes." She took in his appearance. "Ne, Natsume. What's so funny?"

He shrugged.

"Just feeling content."


Mikan woke up to feel something fluttering on her face late at night. "SPIDER!!!" she shrieked, jumping up and brushing her face quickly. The object in question drifted to the floor. She picked it up.

A note. Folded up really small. She opened it. It read:

I love you, too, Polka. And don't you dare forget it.

The note wasn't signed. But it didn't have to be signed for Mikan to know who it was from. She raced to the window and threw it open. Sure enough, there was a dark silhoutte walking opposite from her. She smiled and hollered:

"MY NAME ISN'T POLKA, PERVERTED FOX!"


Nice and randomly cute. Just the way I enjoy writing it. :)
I have noticed that I have been making a LOT of MikanXNatsume stories. Too many, maybe. But for me, you can never have too much cuteness. XD And they are definitely cute. I might as well have made them all MikanXNatsume, but I know that's not the only thing I'll be writing.

Review?
Thanks for reading.

~Ariisha-chan