Like The Movies
By: Animecutee13
CHAPTER 9: Give me back my identity!
~Been all over the world, done a little bit of everything, little bit of everywhere.. With a little bit of everyone.. There's a million girls around but I don't see no one but you. –One in a million
{Narrator}
"Whew. That was fast." Mikan grinned at the raven haired hottie beside her. "I hope your manager doesn't fry me on a stick." She grimaced at the sight of the Cinema Hall.
"Huh. You wish airhead." Natsume sniggered as he stopped the car in front of the valet. "She can beat Satan anytime in one of her spats." He went out of his side of the car and went around to help her out. Luckily, the paparazzi were nowhere to be found; they were probably already inside. Snapping away.
"Well aren't you such a gentleman right now? Is guilt chewing on your ass or something?" Mikan joked as Natsume offered his arm for her to cling on.
"Wow. You seem like you really hate me. When you see my face, do I make your middle finger start to rise?" He asked her, not choosing to glance at her porcelain face. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or a serious question. But it made her feel like she was a mean person.
"I don't loathe you to the extent that I'd flip you off. (At least not now maybe.) I'd rather spend my time on Tumblr." She said calmly without looking at him. But things were working out. And she wanted to warp him into something better, or at least so she will try.
"What a wonderful response, dumbass." He clapped lightly and sarcastically, keeping her hands on his right arm. He smirked and lowered his head to lever with hers, "Tonight.. Let's stick together and show them what great chemistry we have. What do you say?" He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
"You're such a pervert,you.. you.. UGH!" She snapped as she inched away a bit from his warm and muscled torso that could still be felt under the red v-neck and black blazer he wore.
"Is that a yes?" His eyes drifted down to her wonderful figure and then back to her hazel orbs, smirk.
Mikan frowned. She just couldn't take it when he looked at her like that. She wasn't certain if she felt too exposed or … h-hot. If she felt violated or pleasured. She wanted to pluck his eyes out; he never failed to act like a pervert around her., "Whatever. Anything to not have your manager murder me with a chainsaw." With that, they both stepped into the golden doors of the Grand Tokyo Cinema Hall.
{M}
The doors opened, like a fairytale book opening in Disney movies, silvery light emanating from inside. And what shocked me the most rather than holding this phony Prince Charming's incredibly soft hand was that… He was already there. I couldn't help but say..
"What in the world?" I spun my head towards him and gave him are-you-some-kind-of-Natsume-from-the-past-or-future-or-can-you-freakin'-multiply-yourself look. "Is it just my eyes, or am I seeing you right now, over there, probably like two hundred feet away from me? While you're just here, beside me." I narrowed my eyes at him and waited for a response.
"…"
"Are you an impostor?" I hissed menacingly at him, sliding a feet away from him.
"Shut the fuck up, you moron." He crossed his arms and gave a who-the-fuck-is-this-idiot-with-a-raven-wig look at the doppelganger. "If you had half a brain you'd know I am Natsume Hyuuga." I raised a brow and looked at the crowd around the second Natsume, and boy, there were plenty of people over there that seemed to think that was Natsume. I'd been with Natsume the whole early evening, so I am certain I'm with the right douche, and judging from that attitude of his.
"So you're saying that the, umm.., populace over there around him are nitwits? Or probably people with plenty of space inside their cranium?" I couldn't help but laugh.
"I don't give a rat's ass about the people surrounding that opportunistic asswipe. I just want to know.." He said lowly and extremely huskily with somnolent eyes that it almost looked scary.. or hot. I'm not sure. But let's just forget I even made hot an option. Because suddenly, a slim woman with sleek raven hair was in front of us.
"Real Natsume," She said coolly as a greeting to Natsume and motioned her hand to me, "And the pleasurable Ms. Sakura. How nice of both of you to grace this event with your presence." She smiled so icily that it looked like she was just shitting us. Which she probably was doing.
"Who is that bitch?" Natsume cocked his head towards the second Natsume who was busy getting all the attention. I couldn't help but hold my laughter because of his choice of words.
"The premiere will start in a few minutes. Please be seated."
"Oh him?" Hotaru pointed daintily at the look alike. "He's your twin brother, did you not know?" she uttered with wide eyes and a shocked look on her face.
I looked at Natsume, and he had a you-can't-fool-me-bitch-i-can-still-remember-how-i-got-born-and-i-did-not-see-anyone-coming-out-after-me-nor-did-i-see-anyone-besides-my-incubator look. Boy, eyes can really express what you feel. God. He seemed so serious it was so funny.
Suddenly Hotaru cackled, a rich and silky sound pouring out of her lip glossed lips, it didn't sound like a cackle, but let's just use the word cackle because it sounded evil. I looked at her like she was some lunatic being restrained by a straightjacket.
"Of course you didn't fall for that." She said in a weak, soft voice. "He's your bellboy. Yuka was it?"
"Ruka, stupid." Natsume barked.
"Yuka's my mom." I butted in with a sheepish smile. "Just clearing things up." I laughed nervously. I shouldn't have spoken, now she's going to shower me with attention. Oh. The horror.
"Was I talking to you?" Hotaru slid her right hand from below and placed it on her hip.
"Umm." I coughed. "No."
"Okay. Then close your horrendous pothole and make it gorgeous. You're lucky you got here in time." She smirked. I was boiling inside! If I wanted to pluck Natsume's eyes out. I wanted to pluck every hair in her body and make her a naked mole rat! I clenched my fist, preventing the plucking to happen.
{Narrator}
"Damn it, Imai. Shut your rude mouth okay? Forgive me if I was late. Or if I was aloof again. It won't happen again. Just stop killing my date with your insults." He pulled her close to him, tightening his grasp on her smooth hands before it slipped away. Which he expected she would, but was surprised to see her hands obediently staying inside his safe and protective hands. This wasn't exactly the way a knight in shining armor would do his thing.. but it passed.
She was thankful alright. She felt herself blush and smile, secretly, and her heart fluttered suddenly, luckily it was still safely planted under her chest. This was the feeling she felt a week ago, when she still favored her Prince Natsume so much that she could spend the whole day locked away in her room, and do things all-Natsume. The past Mikan's thoughts lingered. And she knew, he had the Prince Charming Potential.. The PCP. A little tweak over here and a little heat and pressure over there .. he'd be changed into something better, or in other words, the Prince Charming side of him will take over the limelight, drive his body, not just the rebel Natsume.
Hotaru narrowed her violet eyes and pursed her lips. "Apology accepted.. for now. Now you two do me a favor and take a seat in the last row, stay hidden Natsume. He will be you for tonight. No rash behavior. You will swap at my signal when its time." She left with the clacking of her peep toes and gracefully slid to the side of Ruka. She separated the sea of paparazzi and other fame monsters to drag Ruka to their assigned seat in the front. Everyone sat down and watched the movie.
It was a movie about a handsome, cool, coldhearted guy named Luke who was a spy under the Black Cats. He was assigned to disguise himself as a new lead guitarist of an excellent band, We The Boys. He was undercover to find out the real identity of the serial killer who had been hiding away for years at the all girls' school they were going to have a concert at. He/she needed to be figured out by the end of the concert and taken cared of by the organization to hide all matters of his/her existence. But this all changed when he fell met a heartbreakingly beautiful student. Now he did not know which was right or wrong. One girl changed the way he thought.. and most importantly how he felt.
"Heads up!" Too late.
"Ouch!" The auburn haired girl squeaked as she got hit by a flying drumstick while she was passing a room and clipping her I.D. to her strap.
"Sorry. We were sorta fooling around." Luke lifted his head after picking the brown drumstick up, just to be tantalized by an incredibly cute high schooler for someone that wasn't even trying to act cute. He wasn't the type to go after those Barbie looking chicks; instead he fancied the effortless natural beauties who weren't throwing themselves at someone hot.
She put on a small frown, "Well be more careful next time. I wouldn't want anybody getting brain damage just by passing this hallway." Then she smiled and walked away, her hair leaving a trail of sweet scent that filled Luke's lungs in a matter of seconds. He crossed his arms with an accidental smile and turned around to trudge back to his room. Click. He had stepped on something hard, he lifted his feet to see the girl's I.D. with a broken clip. Mikaela Sparks, the I.D. indicated.
…
It was lunch break, and Luke caught the sight of a familiar auburn haired girl entering the restroom. He briskly passed through the hall filled with girls and entered the girls' CR.
"Umm. This is the ladies' restroom" An awkward looking girl student said to him. He flashed her one of his million dollar smiles and told her he was a girl, only he had sex change and the girl let him in. The other girls inside the restroom left with blushes and were buzzing with new gossip to spread.
"Mikaela?" His voice echoed in the hollow walls of the wide restroom.
"Ugh." A voice groaned. "Who knew it was red tide day."
"Umm. Mikaela?" He called again.
"Yeah I'm here, hold your freakin' horses, Lucie." She groaned more. "Could you get me a sandwich? Girl emergency thing."
Luke looked around the restroom, he didn't see any sandwiches. He was confused.
"There aren't any sandwiches here."
"Ugh. Get me a sanitary napkin. Clear now?"
"U-uh. Roger that." He slipped a quarter in one of the dispensers, and out came the small pink pack and encased within it was a sanitary napkin. "Here."
"Thanks." Mikaela took the napkin from under the stall and did her thing. And as she was opening the stall she was in.. "Thanks so much Lucie! You're a—"
She stopped in midsentence and was gaping at Luke who was sitting perched on top of the granite, beside the sink.
"You're a MAN." She blushed the deepest shade of red and wished she was Spongebob so she could just climb down the toilet and hide. The gorgeous guy in a black leather jacket, jumped off the granite.
"Uhh. Yeah. Hi." Luke gave her one of his coyest smiles as he scratched the back of his head.
"I'm soooo sorry! I really didn't know! And Lucie. Where the heck is Lucie? I feel so embarrassed. I'm so sorry." Mikaela kept her eyes shut closed as she went on and on about how she was sorry and embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were my fellow female friend."
"No, it's no biggie. It's quite a pleasure to have luckily swooped in and save you in your time of need." He laughed and reached into his pocket, "I just came here to give you this." She reached out for the I.D.
"Thanks. I was wondering where I'd dropped this." She smiled and bit her lip. "Thanks also for acting cool about it." He gave her a dazzling smile that could make the whole school swoon and held out his hand, "My name's Luke."
"I think you know my name already." She smirked. "But okay fine. My name's Mikaela and this is probably the most awkward second meeting I've ever had." She laughed and shook his hand.
…
AND THE STORY WENT ON AND ON AND ON…
The movie ended after two and a half hours.
"Natsume, how come in movies you're such a prince while in reality you're… bleh?" Mikan asked glumly.
"What you see in there is just a load of crap." He crossed his leg and laid his left arm around her shoulders.
"I don't believe that." She scrunched up her nose and crossed her legs too. "Why do you always want to act like you're some one child rebellion?"
"Maybe because I am, you doofus."
"Don't call me doofus!" She protested and kicked his raised foot.
Natsume's eyes went big and menacing, "Why you.." He raised a fist and threatened to punch her, Mikan closed her eyes waiting for the impact. Instead she felt something soft and silky leaning against her shoulder. The smell of grapes. He was resting his head on her shoulder and fidgeting with the ends of her dress.
"Natsume, is something wrong?" Mikan was hesitating on whether to smooth his hair or push him away.
"Everything's wrong." Natsume whispered hoarsely against her bare shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. He looked up to her hazel orbs and she was hypnotized and decided to smooth his hair back which caused him to ease in to her more and made her want to hug him. Which she did. What the hell did you just do, Mikan? The question kept doing somersaults in her head.
"Don't worry. I'll help you." She smiled behind him. He pulled away and zoomed in for a smooch; instantly tasting the sugariness of her lips. Mikan was clearly unprepared for that and quite shocked. He held her chin up and laughed, coating her face with his cool breath. A blush crept along her cheeks, because she was obviously embarrassed to admit she was turned on. And she felt badly tricked.
"You're so submissive, babe. And tasty." He said in a buttery voice, licked his delicious lips and put on a devilish grin. "Should we go solve my problem at my room?" Instead of submitting like other girls would, she slapped his arm away and hit him with her velvety gold chained red pouch and stood up. He snickered, but inside he felt like a jerk. Instantly, a spot light shone towards her accentuating and shadowing her curves tightly hugged by the red silk dress she wore, and she walked down the steps to get to the circle of people.
Natsume's heart tightened to see her walking away, she was breathtaking. But the spot on his body she had once been touching a few seconds ago left a tingling warmth and he badly missed it, it was slowly growing colder by the moment. Why do people only notice how precious someone is when they're leaving you?
"Oh, Miss Mikan Sakura is here! Mr. Natsume Hyuuga, shouldn't you be with her right now?"
I am with her you stupid fucked up MC. Natsume thought acidly.
{N}
I ducked instinctively and rushed towards the back room with the film shit while covering my face with my blazer. I kicked the table with papers on it and the crew inside backed away. "What are you looking at?" I threatened them, "Get out." I commanded and they followed. That's how powerful I am.
But why do I feel so fucking frustrated. I didn't need to do that crap I pulled on her again, but I still did it. What am I, is my brain decaying when I'm around her or something? Why can't I control myself when I'm around her? Why do I need to act like a complete ass? When I could just simply and easily be the guy she wants. I want her. I like her. But why do I seem to always come up with some crazy bullshit idea when she's already vulnerable? Fuck it, Natsume. Nice one. You just fucking need to screw things up! I kicked the box full of rolled films and it hit the hardwood wall with a bam. I slowly collapsed to the floor with my hands angrily grazing my raven hair. I'm flipping out right now. And it's because of that girl. This is the fucking first time I've been upset, because of a girl. Tch.
"Why don't you sing her a song, Natsume?"
Fuck you. Stupid host. How come people always want me to sing her a song? I'm an actor not a singer.
{R}
I wouldn't be stuck in this mess if that absurdly rude manager didn't exist. But right now, because Mikan's by my side.. It feels great to be in this mess. I put my hand in the small of her back and talked.
"You know who I am already right?" I winked at her, my blue eyes sparkling only in her presence.
"Of course! I'm not dumb." She bit her lip and giggled nervously, earlier she was freaked out and thing who the hell that extra-Natsume was.
"Good." I smiled.
"Why don't you sing her a song, Natsume?" The host suddenly asked. At this very moment, I surely missed being the simple and average Ruka, instead of this highly famous and wanted by many Natsume.
Instantly, my palms got sweaty and I had to remove my hand from Mikan's back and boy.. I was frantic. What do I do? I'm not the real Natsume. Damn it. I turned to look at Hotaru and she was giving me an ultra menacing look, I swear I could see the veins in her eyes, it looked like they were gonna explode. She mouthed slowly, do it.
Are you insane? I mouthed back.
She sent me a do-it-or-die-with-a-microphone-up-your-ass look. Scary old woman! I gazed back at Mikan, trying to find some inspiration from her sheer beauty.
"Go ahead. You can do it." She grinned and pushed me toward the stage which was now occupied by some band. I whispered something to the guitarist and grabbed the mic. Oh this is really a moment I will never forget, I thought. I hope I don't embarrass myself.
"The song I'll be singing is one of the songs featured in the movie. Burning up." The band started doing their thing and it was on.
{Narrator}
I'm hot
You're cold
You go around
Like you know
Who I am
But you don't
You got me, on my toes
Everyone by the stage was going wild, this is more of a song that a Prince Charming would sing. However this was a song that Natsume wouldn't normally sing. But it was Ruka on the stage and he was sure trying to sweep Mikan off her feet.
I'm slipping into the lava
And I'm tryin' to keep from going under
Baby you turned the temperature hotter
cause I'm burning up, burning up
For you baby
I fell (I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Can't hold myself down (down)
High heels (high heels)
Red dress (red dress)
All by yourself, gotta catch my breath
Mikan was squealing and grinning at Ruka, even giving him thumbs ups. But Natsume was stuck in the back room, watching from afar, with blaze in his eyes, desire of wanting to burn Ruka up. He would never sing a Jonas Brother's song. It wasn't his style.
I'm slipping into the lava
And I'm tryin' to keep from going under
Baby you turned the temperature hotter
cause I'm burning up, burning up
For you baby
Walk in the room
All I can see is you
You're staring me down
I know you feel it too
Burning up, burning up
For you baby
Everyone of course clapped their hands for the Fake Natsume's performance. And they all went home with dazed look on their faces. Hotaru was left in the hall with a evilly satisfied and .. slightly swooned look on her face. She didn't know he'd be that good. But who cared. Her plan worked. And the Natsume everyone saw was sure THE Prince Charming everyone wanted tonight. Along with a few of the crew, they went to the back room. One of the crew groaned as he turned around the corner to the room.
"Hey, who punched the door? This is gonna cost us. Damn it."
Hello FF people! I'm sorry if it took me like three months or something before I updated. I was just hung over with school work. I hope you like this chapter! Do REVIEW :D I'd like to hear your thoughts about my ongoing story. Thanks for reading! More goodies next chapter. Updating Love Lockdown next. Xoxo.
