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Summary:
Mikan Sakura, a boyish rich girl and Natsume Hyuuga, a playboy rich guy has to work together to get what they want. Can they succeed even if they always clash? But if freedom and fame means tying the knot, will they do it?
Previously… on BBP meets SPP…^^
Wait! I know her, its- "Sakura." He said. He shook her slightly, she didn't move one bit. She was petite, and had all the curves in the right places. She has beautiful eye lashes and perfectly shaved eye brows, which looked natural. The part that got her attention was her lips; it was pinkish and looked untouched by any beauty product except for lip gloss and by any other man's lips. Her face was a little sweaty, but it didn't scar her beauty. Beauty? Get a hold of yourself, Natsume. He castigated himself for assessing this beautiful woman in his arms.
Chapter 6:
Weird Becomes Weirder…
1st Practice Day…^^
MIKAN'S POV…^^
Mikan slowly opened her eyes. She blinked twice before her vision cleared. She looked around and as expected, she was in a luxury suite at some fancy hospital. It didn't look much of a hospital, except for the dextrose.
She felt something holding onto her hand. She looked at her right hand and saw his Uncle holding her hand. Her Uncle sensed her slight movement, so he looked up and smiled at her.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He asked her as he stood up and pushed the button above Mikan's bed and called for the doctor. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"
"I didn't want to give you another burden to bear. You've got Shouda at your sleeves because of me."
"I handle bratty teenagers everyday." Her Uncle chuckled. "…especially a certain niece of mine."
"I'm not bratty." Mikan denied.
'Well then, what do you call someone who refuses to do what elders tell them to do?" He asked and raised a brow.
"Disobedient." Mikan answered and sit up.
"In your case, it's bratty, not disobedient."
"Tch. Uncle you are so-" Medical people entered the room including Hotaru, Anna, Nonoko and Uncle Joe.
They checked her vitals and told her to avoid any milk products as much as possible. The doctors also wondered why she fainted because of stomach ache, and she answered…
"I have low tolerance level for pain, doctor." Mikan just said.
The doctor just shrugged and told her Uncle that she can be released after they have arranged the papers.
"I'll be right back." Her Uncle told them as he went out with Uncle Joe.
"I guess you won't do that same stupid act again, right?" Hotaru asked and took an apple from the fruit rack.
"I thought those fruits are for the patient." Mikan raised a brow.
"Can't you give some for the visitors?"
"Go ahead. I don't have any appetite to eat anymore."
"We told you to lay off the cheese." Nonoko joked and ate a grape.
"I will never touch dairy products again." Mikan joked.
"Well I guess your Mom is going to make sure of that." Hotaru commented seriously.
"Don't tell me…" Mikan couldn't continue. "Oh, no." She covered her face with the palms of her hands and sighed. "How did she know of this? I'm sure Uncle wouldn't tell her-" Hotaru cut her off.
"Your mother had other body guards besides the ones you usually see. They report to your mother whatever happens to you."
"She also knows about your 'disguise'." Anna was talking about Mikan-making herself look ugly.
Mikan muttered a curse. "She's not my mother. She was never a mother to me."
"Well, she is now. So, what are you going to do now?" Nonoko asked.
"I don't know. I'm out of cards to play." She looked by the window and saw a bird, directionlessly (is there even such a word?) flying. "Do you guys know why birds sometimes fly without any direction and just let them be carried by the wind? They just throw all their faith with the wind and hopes that the wind will take them to their proper place, to the place where they would belong." She sighed and looked at her friends. "I hope that would also happen to me. I wish I was a bird, free to choose what I want."
"Don't do that drama again." Hotaru said.
"Come on, Hotaru. Don't be such a spoil sport." Anna reprimanded.
"Everyone knows she's more of an Ice Queen than me." Hotaru commented.
"But Mikan rarely speaks of her true feelings. It's only happens 'Once in a Blue Moon'." Nonoko said.
Mikan looked outside again and looked at the bird which was now flying away. I'd do anything to be free.
A few more minutes passed until Uncle Mouri and Uncle Joe entered the room with a laptop in his hands.
"Young Mistress, you're mother called for a video conference." Uncle Joe explained and handed Mikan the VAIO laptop. "We'll just leave you here."
Anna, Nonoko and Hotaru followed Uncle Joe. Only Mikan and Uncle Mouri were left in the big room. "Don't worry Mikan." Uncle Joe said. "I'll be here for you."
Mikan slowly took a deep breath before opening the laptop. "Heir to Sakura Group of Companies, that's how you should be acting." That was the very warm welcome of Yuka Sakura, the current EVP of Sakura Group of Companies; you can also call her Mikan's mom.
Wow. What a nice greeting from a worried mother. Mikan thought to herself.
"Oneechan how's the climate there in New York?" Mouri greeted his sister.
"Didn't I tell you not to do anymore stupid things that might put the company's name in jeopardy?"
"Oneechan, take it easy, okay? She's ill; can't you at least comfort her?"
"It's her fault. She's got to be responsible for everything she does. And, for how many times do I have to remind you that the company's name is attached to yours. Get that through your thick head!"
"I GET IT! OKAY! You don't have to remind me all the time." Mikan couldn't control herself anymore.
"And now, you answer me back like that. Is that how you teach students at Tokyo High, Mouri?"
"Don't blame Uncle Mouri or the school. Blame yourself!" Mikan snapped. "I'm only in high school and you make me feel as if I have the whole world in my shoulders."
"If your brother didn't die, you wouldn't have to feel like that." The words came out of Yuka's mouth before she could think.
Mikan was taken aback. Pain pierced through her eyes. "All along, you're still blaming me for big brother's death." She chuckled dryly. "I can't believe this. How many times do I have to tell you that I was just a kid?"
"Yes, you were a kid. But even as a kid, you were able to get your brother killed by those kidnappers." Yuka couldn't control herself too.
"So this is some pay back for having killed your favorite child. Maybe even back then, you didn't even consider me as your child." Tears were starting to form in her eyes.
"Okay, that is enough." Uncle Mouri took the laptop from Mikan's lap and walked to the spare room where visitors could sleep in. Mikan looked away. She didn't want her tears to be seen by others, especially by her mother.
"If your brother didn't die, you wouldn't have to feel like that." The words kept on ringing in her head. It seemed like a nightmare even if she was wide awake. Her mother thought of her as a monster that got her son killed.
Mikan couldn't take it anymore so she sat up and took the dextrose off her hand. It did hurt because of the needle. She didn't care. She slightly opened the door to see if anyone was there, but luckily, there wasn't any. So she silently walked out the door and headed for the stairs. There was no one using the fire escape stairs.
She went up and ended up at the roof top. Almost every known building to her can bee seen from where she was standing-by the railing of the rooftop. She's still on the safe side. She can see a part of their school, the dry cleaners she usually passes by and other big companies that can be found in Tokyo City.
"What are you doing here?" Mikan's quiet thinking was brought to an end with that question. But she didn't turn her head to the moment destroyer.
"…"
"I guess you're the silent type right?" The guy asked again.
"Excuse me?" She can't stand someone interrupting her flow of thoughts.
"I said what are you doing here?"
"Why do you care?" Mikan frowned. The thing she hates the most are moment spoilers.
"Because I can't stand to see a beautiful woman like you, jump down our family hospital." Mikan turned harshly to the guy who was talking to her. "It might ruin the hospital's reputation."
"What did you just say?" Mikan raised a brow at him.
"I said, why waste your beautiful face and let it be crushed."
"Well, if you aren't so stupid Mr…?"
"Andou. Tsubasa Andou."
"Mr. Andou-"
"Please, call me Tsubasa."
"Whatever. As I was saying, if you weren't so stupid, you should have seen me by the safe side of the edge. If I wanted to commit suicide, I would have jumped already."
"Okay." The man named Tsubasa raised both his hands as if giving up. "Don't get all hyped up. I was just a concerned citizen."
"Then don't be one. Leave me alone." Mikan looked away again.
"Do you have any problem?" Now the guy was standing with her by the railing. "You can tell me if you want?"
"Well, I don't want to. So go away." Mikan couldn't shout at him because the guy was right, she looks suicidal.
"Don't push every person who comes near you away. You might regret it." Mikan was shocked at this comment. She just looked at him in awe. "What?" Tsubasa asked.
"What did you just say?" Mikan searched for something in his eyes, but she couldn't. This guy is good at hiding what he is thinking.
"I know that you don't want to hear it again."
"Right." She agreed.
"So, I guess you should be going back to your room now."
"How did yo-"
"Trust me. They're probably all hyped up now by your room. There's a commotion down at your room."
"Right." Mikan agreed. For the second time around? Weird. Yup.
Mikan walked towards the door. But before that… "Uhm…And-Tsubasa-sempai, Cam-sa-ham-ni-da." [Thank you in Korean] Mikan had already taken a step to the stairs when she heard a 'Choen-man-eyo'. [You're Welcome.] Whoa! He can understand Korean. Mikan thought.
When Mikan arrived at her room, everyone looked at her as she entered the door. "What?" She asked. "I just went out for some fresh air."
"You made us so worried." Uncle Mouri went to her and helped her to the bed. "What are we going to do with this?" He motioned the dripping dextrose.
"Let it be. It's almost empty anyway."
"Typical Mikan." Everyone in the room chorused. Mikan's friends laughed.
"By the way, I've talked to your mom and she allowed you to go to Jeju Island with only 5 bodyguards." Uncle Mouri informed her.
"You mean she allowed me to join that contest?" Mikan raised a brow at her uncle.
"Yup."
"I feel there's a but…" Mikan looked at her uncle mysteriously.
"You'll know in time."
"Then I won't come." Mikan crossed her arms.
"Then we won't come either." Hotaru announced. Anna and Nonoko nodded their heads in agreement.
"Why won't you come?" Mikan asked.
"Remember the poster we were going to print? It won't of any use if the candidate won't come." Hotaru said. "But then again, it would be better if I'll just sell those photos." Hotaru sighed in glee. "It'll be worth millions."
"HOTARU!" Mikan chased Hotaru.
Anna, Nonoko, Uncle Joe and Uncle Mouri, just sweat-dropped.
MIKAN'S hands balled into a fist by her sides. She's really irritated now. What type of partner is this guy? She looked at Natsume with eyes as sharp as a knife. Wondering what's happening? It started out like this…
It was a beautiful morning and Mikan got up from bed. She went to her dog Snuggles and gave it a morning scratch by the tummy. It had been a week since she's been released from the hospital and she received Snuggles from a mystery sender, whom she still doesn't know, even though she can learn who he/she is with just a dial on her phone. But 1st she didn't have time to waste on such things, and 2nd, she's simply not interested.
She took a shower and wrapped in a pink robe, she went out of the bathroom and walked to her closet, if you could call it one. If you were to explore her closet, you might think it was a mini mall. Every drawer was remote controlled. Each drawer contains different items, from luxurious clothes, to the latest designer shoes, to the finest jewelry and leading line of cosmetics. Of course the jewelry and cosmetics drawers haven't been opened quite often, not unless the event was extra special.
She dialed 248 on the remote, and a cabinet opened by the left side and walked near it. She looked through the clothes and looked for the simplest one she could find. They were required to wear dresses-that stops before the knees- for the rehearsals and not to mention the killer heels-which Mikan has had a hard time with. She admits it; she's not friends with heels.
She took out an Angelic A-Line Summer Dress. She had never worn it, because she never bothered with above knee dresses, even if she was having a crush with it, because of the details. She remembered Misaki saying that "You'll look angelic in this empire waist thin strapped dress. You'll be comfortable and stylish with this attire. The floral pattern on the neckline and the bust area is truly a visual treat." Mikan couldn't refuse her cousin, so she accepted it. Now, she has to wear it 'cause there are no other choices other than the back reveling dresses her Mom got her for some occasions she had to attend to.
With a sigh, she put the dress down on the sofa nearby and dialed another combination on the remote and her closet full of clothes closed. She dialed 357, and three drawers opened. She walked near the one where her untouched wedges were kept, until she remembered…"No wedges during practice days." She could still remember that reminder of her uncle. For crying out loud, why can't they use them even during rehearsals?
She shook her head and went towards her sandals with heels-which are no shorter than 4 inches. She took out any thing she grabbed with her hand. It was a black Ankle-cuff sandal. She might not be the girly type, but she knows fashion and knows when things match with another. With a very deep sigh, she went inside the closet and put the clothes on…
NATSUME'S POV…
Natsume woke up on his usual waking up hours, 7:00, despite knowing the rehearsals today-when they need to assemble at 7:30. He stretched and looked out his window. He saw a bird, flying. He thought it was weird because the bird wasn't going anywhere, just playing with the wind. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. He made his way for the shower and took a cold shower. Too bad I can't take you inside the shower to take a sneak peek of Natsume Hyuuga's beautifully sculpted abs… Okay, I might get banned for describing his pagan-god-like body. Stop it! Okay, back to the story.
Wrapped in a towel from waste down, (wonder what's underneath that-just kidding ^_^v), he went to his closet and took out a black long-sleeved CK (Calvin Klein) polo shirt and wore it, partnered it with a pair of a bit loose black Guess jeans. He took out a pair of white Nike shoes and put on his Swatch wrist watch-he got it from his father.
In 20 minutes he was finished. Why do guys always have to move faster than girls? Why do girls always have to take hours in front of the mirror? (That's the miracle that I don't know what the reason behind it is…hahahah..^_^' )
A few moments later, AT THE SCHOOL…^^
MIKAN'S POV…
"Bye Uncle Joe." Mikan said as she carried her bag pack and paper bag. She was wearing their school uniform. Yup, the dress and pair of sandals she brought were in the paper bag. She has been surrounded by her bodyguards, not to mention there were also some outside the school.
"That's too bad. We thought Mikan-sama would be wearing her rehearsal dress already." Mikan heard one of the members of the Mikan-sama fan club. Yes, she has a fan club, and also the TU Goddesses fan club and the PBG (Pretty/Beautiful/Gorgeous) 4 fan club.
"It's okay guys. You can go now." She told her bodyguards and ran towards her friends. "Hey guys." She greeted them with a smile.
"Mikan-sama-" The guys didn't finish their sentence because Hotaru hit them with her Ba-ka gun, Mikan, Anna and Nonoko sweat-dropped.
"Thanks, Hotaru." Mikan smiled at her.
Hotaru pointed her Ba-ka gun to Mikan. "Don't smile too often, you're pictures might not sell, because you keep on smiling."
"Okay." Mikan controlled her chuckle.
"By the way, Mikan, what are you going to wear during the rehearsals today?" Anna asked.
"Something I dug up from a dusty shelf." Mikan joked.
"Meaning…?" Nonoko asked.
"She hasn't worn it yet." Hotaru said.
"Do you think you know what Mikan's gonna wear?" Nonoko asked Hotaru.
"No clue. She never wears any of her dresses especially those that stops before the knees." Hotaru took out her camera and took a picture of Mikan. "Good thing I brought my camera."
"There's no stopping you, right?" Mikan asked helplessly.
"Yup. You in a dress, this is a once in a lifetime event, it should be remembered…and sold."
Mikan was going to say something when there was an announcement. "All contestants for the Mr. & Ms. Freshmen Week, please proceed to the Auditorium immediately. Thank you."
"That's your cue, Mikan." Anna cheered and pushed Mikan.
"Aren't you coming?" Mikan asked hopefully.
"We're not contestants. Now go." Nonoko pushed her. "We'll come later." Nonoko winked at Mikan.
Mikan shrugged and made her way towards the auditorium. She had been to that auditorium for quite a few times now, so she didn't bother much about the surroundings, but she was shocked of the changes once she entered. She noticed that there was a new stone statue of a woman, which looks like a gypsy-with all the colors.
She saw her cousin and asked her whose idea the statue was.
"It's your uncle's idea. You know how crazy he is about weird stuff."
Mikan just nodded in agreement and bid goodbye. She headed for the dressing rooms and bumped into Luna on her way in.
"I'm sorry." Luna said apologetically.
"It's okay. No bruises, no scratches, no one's bleeding. It's okay." Mikan said and laughed.
Luna laughed with Mikan. "You're such a funny girl."
"That's what they say." Mikan shrugged.
"I better get going. Bye, Mikan-chan." Luna said and smiled-with wave.
Mikan just nodded a little. She turned back and saw the witches. "Well, if it isn't 'Miss-I'm-so-sick-take-me-to-the-hospital'." Sumire started and acted sick. "I thought you were never going to join. Oh, well, don't hope that you'll win. 'Coz this competition has already been saved for me to dominate." Sumire crossed her arms over her chest.
"So I guess Igarashi also joined the competition." She just passed by them.
Sumire grab hold of her right elbow and turned her to them. "You better watch your back. You might not know who will do you no good."
"Let go of my elbow." Mikan said dangerously. Sumire paled and let her go.
"Let's go girl." Sumire said and walked away.
Mikan just shook her head. "I haven't done anything, I was already threatened. What a great way to start the day." She walked towards the tables and asked where she can put down her things. She was lead to a table with a big mirror by the front. Good thing her Uncle didn't treat her as his niece, he treated her just as a student. She has the same table and mirror like the other contestants. Mikan sighed and laid down her paper bag and took out her sandals.
She removed her shoes and socks then put on the sandals. She was about to go to the fitting room when the organizer told them not to wear the dress first. She was very happy about it, but Sumire, Sonoko and all the other contestants who had already worn their dresses were disappointed.
Hah…At least we won't have to put on the dress…yet. Mikan thought.
"Please, gather up." The organizer ordered them. And they did. "Please partner up and pick a number in the hat."
Everyone partnered up except Mikan. She couldn't find her partner. Natsume Hyuuga, where the hell are you? She thought to herself. I am so going to strangle your neck once you get here. She took a deep breath and stood straight.
"Where's you partner, Miss Sakura?" The organizer asked.
"Maybe he didn't want to be partners with her, that's why he didn't attend." Sonoko said aloud.
Some people laughed. Some chuckled. While some just didn't bother with her. "I think he's just late. You know how guys can be. Maybe he wants to impress me with his looks." Mikan said and looked at Sumire and Sonoko.
"Okay. Pick your number people. You can have it pinned with Ms. Harada." The organizer said.
"What are the numbers for?" asked one of the female candidates.
"It's for your order during practice." The organizer said. "By the way, my name is Haruko Takishima, and I will be the organizer of the event. Feel free to ask me some questions. Professional trainers shall help you during practice hours. They will teach you how to walk properly on the ramp, how to speak properly while introducing yourselves and how to project while at the stage. If there will be no more questions, we'll start in 5 minutes." She clapped her hands 2 times, signaling them to prepare themselves.
Mikan went back to her things and took out her phone. She thought of calling Natsume, but she remembered…"I don't have the stupid's number. She threw her phone back to her bag and sat down on the chair.
"I am so going to kill you." Mikan cursed.
"I hope I'm not the one you're going to kill." Mikan heard someone behind her.
She saw he cousin, Misaki. "Maybe you really are the one I'm going to kill." Mikan joked.
"Whatever. Why are you not getting pins from me?" Misaki said and handed her 4 pins. "What's your number anyway?"
"8." She just said and tried to pin the number, but failed.
Misaki helped her. "Do you know that it also means 'I love you'?"
"I though 'I love you' meant 143." She frowned at her cousin.
"Well, if you add it up, it's equivalents to 8." Misaki said and stood up.
"Nope, to me, 8 meant 'I hate you so much'."
"Mikan, your Math is dull. 'I hate you so much' is equal to 14."
"Still the same meaning to me."
"You're hopeless." Misaki shook her head. "By the way, where's the Hyuuga kid?"
"Don't know. And so don't care."
"Well you better find him. You'll need him."
"What will I need him for except for being a partner?"
"You'll see." Misaki smiled and went to the other contestants.
"People are so weird today." She said and stood up to line up according to number-girls separated from boys. Her partner was still nowhere in sight. They went up the stage and were positioned among couches. There were doing the competition by the beach, so why are there couches? This is weird. Then they went back stage and were told to partner up. But Mikan's on-time partner still hasn't arrived. So she has to walk on the runway alone. After each walk, the trainers comment on how they walk, project and talk.
Mikan didn't see the other contestants before her walk. The ones before her were Sumire, Sonoko. It was Mikan's turn. She went up that runway and didn't care about other people eyes who are now staring at her. She walked like a model on a fashion show. She had been trained by a family etiquette tutor on how to act properly in front of many people. First rule: Never lose your composure. No matter what the circumstances were. Just like her now, she had no partner. She walked like she owned the runway and didn't think she didn't have any partner.
She walked up the microphone and introduced herself. "A pleasant morning to all of you, I am Mikan Sakura, 16 years old and a student from I-C." Mikan said formally then waited for the comments of the trainers.
"Thank you, Miss Sakura." Once of the female trainers said. "Where's your partner?"
"I guess my partner has not been Mr. Punctual today."
"This could be a bad sign. But instead, you used it as an advantage of showing that not having a partner doesn't mean you have to worry about walking on the runway alone. Have you been in a fashion show?"
"No, Ma'am. Not literally speaking, though. But I have watched a couple of fashion shows in New York and Paris." Mikan replied.
"That's all, thank you." Another one of the trainers said.
Mikan walked back to the back stage. She was greeted by Luna. "You looked like a real model up there."
"Thanks." Mikan smiled.
"Good luck to me." Luna said and went up the stage. Luna was after her.
Mikan sat down on her chair and saw someone walking towards her. "Well, if it isn't Mr.-on-time. You know, if there was an award for being punctual during practice hours, I know you would have it." Mikan greeted sarcastically to her partner.
"That's a nice morning greeting." Natsume said and took a chair and sat near her. "I never thought you would think of a special award just for me. That's so sweet." Natsume smiled at her.
Mikan looked at him in disbelief. "Dream on." She said and looked at her phone. There was a message.
"Oh, I will dream on, don't worry. I won't disappoint you." Natsume said and stood up to greet Luna. Mikan's hands balled into a fist by her sides. She's really irritated now. What type of partner is this guy? She looked at Natsume with eyes as sharp as a knife. He didn't even bother about asking what happened and didn't even bother saying sorry. After 15 more candidates, the practice was over.
Mikan was shocked to see her friends arrive. "Hey, Mikan." Anna greeted her.
"Hey…What are you guys doing here?" Mikan asked.
"We're here to prepare you." Nonoko said.
"Prepare me for what?"
"For the elimination round, stupid." Hotaru said.
"What elimination-"
"People, you will have an hour to prepare yourselves for the elimination round." Mrs. Takishima announced. "You will have to wear your dresses and do the things we practiced earlier, including the separate boys and girls walk and the partner walks. You can choreograph your own walk with your partner. That's all good luck!"
Next on…BOYISH BRATTY PRINCESS MEETS SNOBBISH PLAYBOY PRINCE…^^
"My ankle hurts." She touched her ankle and felt pain.
Natsume put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry; I'll take care of it." He patted his shoulder as if sending Tsubasa is off.
"We can choreograph our own walk with our partners, right?" Mikan nodded absentmindedly then Natsume whispered something to Mikan.
"No! I'm not going to do that." Mikan shook her head.
"Well, so sorry to tell you. But we're already up sweet heart."…
Wow, things have really been happening? What's happening with these people? Oh well, they're just like the writer.. crazy.. hahahah..^^ see yah!
NEXT CHAPTER~ Chapter 7:
What? Practice Day 1 turns out to be~
ELIMINATION ROUND! O_O'…More surprises awaits..^^
Hello Everyone,
Aish! I want to be in High School AGAIN! I swear… all of you who are still in high school, you must and I mean you MUST treasure your time because when you get to college, you might not have anymore time playing with your computers anymore 'cause you can't just lie low… you wouldn't want to get a 5.0 or F…pfff…
Sorry for the VERY, VERY LATE update… didn't have time to open our computer, which was now becoming dusty for not being used… just kidding about the dusty part…achou! *sniff, *sniff Hahahahah… I'm really sorry… thanks for reading…\^0^/ \0/\0/
BTW. Thanks for all the reviews and readers… I can't cite all of them… you know who you are… without all your comments wanting to read more, I would have stopped writing this story… hands down…^^ Thank you very much again! Arigatou!
PS: Please read "Natsume Hyuuga Must Die". It is also by me. Another unfinished work, but I'll try to work on it. Also, try to write comments/reviews in it...^^ Flames accepted.
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