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Princess Engagement Program Chapter 10
Natsume…
Mikan noticed Ruka's look of hurt. She knew that look well. It was the same as the one he showed on that day, when she had outrightly rejected Ruka's very brave confession… without actually meaning to.
Natsume… Let's go, Natsume…
Ruka cringed at the memory. Mikan had said that name almost as immediately as he had asked her to choose. It was quite unexpected; both boys were close to Mikan's heart.
At that time, Mikan didn't think about it at all; she had just said what her heart told her to say.
Guess she spoke too soon though.
Because a few days later, Natsume broke her heart and shamed her to a high extent.
If you think Mikan was over reacting because of the pie, she was.
But it wasn't only the pie that made her angry beyond reason.
There was a deeper and much too hurtful reason behind all of it.
And Mikan almost cried at the memory.
Almost.
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:[Mikan's PoV]:
Flashbac—Stop right there! No Flashbacks! It'll make me emotional! And we're still watching Phineas and Ferb! Later, later, I'll save the tears for-*sniff*-later…
"Mikan-chan, daijobu?" Anna asks me. She seemed to have noticed my inner dramas.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I smile, a little too happily. And everyone noticed. Damn.
"There's something wrong…." Kitsu and Koko said at the same time, and they examined me, their every move in perfect sync with each other. Wow, sometimes, I just wonder if they're really NOT related.
"Everyone, out." The door opened and Doctor Imai waltzed in, a smirk on his face. From the corner of my eyes, I see Hotaru twitch a bit, before standing up, packing up her tools and her invention before steeping out of the room. But not before giving the sadistic doctor a smirk of her own.
Everyone stood and packed up, bidding me their farewells and get-well-soons. Well, everyone except Natsume and Ruka. They still kept on staring at each other, and even though they heard the doctor pretty well, they wouldn't budge.
"Get up." Natsume orders Ruka, still glaring at him.
"You first." Ruka glares at Natsume back.
"No, you." Natsume hissed.
"Get out, kitty." Ruka gives a sadistic smile.
"After you, usagi-chan." (*Note: Usagi means rabbit, and chan is mostly used for young girls, making the insult seem more insulting, I guess….*)
"Bakemono."
"De-"
"Okay, okay girls! You're both terribly pretty! Now, out! Out, both of you!" I cut them off, crossing my arms across my chest. I give a smile at Ruka's direction. He was sorta sweet. He was kinda like fioghting for me. Awwwwww~!
But, well, the smile must've ticked Natsume off.
Because in a blink of an eye, his warm and soft lips were gently pressed on mine.
"Jaa, Mi-kan." He said as he pulled away and stepped out of the room, leaving a stunned me and a very shocked Ruka. And I'm not exaggerating when I say this, but his mouth was opened so wide it must've already touched the floor.
Wait, wait, back it up!
Because in a blink of an eye, his warm and soft lips were gently pressed on mine.
"YOU BASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"
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I look up to the maple-colored ceiling. I was just transferred to the newly-vacated suite hospital room, and Mom was fussing about.
"Mikan-chan, are you hungry?"
I kept silent.
"Mikan-chan, your Dad's on the phone."
I ignored her.
"Mikan-chan, I have some strawberries here."
I still kept on staring up the ceiling.
"Mikan-chan, Hotaru's on the phone!"
I blinked my eyes twice.
"Mikan-chan, Natsume-kun's here."
"DON'T LET HIM IN!" I sit up straight and glare at my mother. I look at the door and anticipated a raven-head to come barging in any moment now….
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"So, I was wondering if you like your class arrangements." Mom hands me a Manila Envelope, where my class arrangements probably were in.
"You tricked me." I mutter.
"Well, I've been trying to get a conversation out of you, but you kept on ignoring me." My devilish mother smirks.
"What do you want, anyway? You should just continue on running around my room looking for your Blackberry than disturb my train of thought." I open the manila envelope and browse through the sheets of paper inside. Apparently I was put in Class A with Natsume.
Natsume. Ugh, just the thought of him made my mouth go dry. BLEH!
"I've made arrangements with Mario for your dress to wear on your engagement party a month from today…"
"My engagement-what what?"
"Engagement party."
"NOT AGAIN!"
"But you need an engagement party don't you?" She gets a glass from one of the cabinets and pours Apple juice into it. She hands the glass to me.
"MOM! Come on, everyone obviously knows we're fucking engaged-"
"No foul mouthing, young lady!"
"-So, there's no need for the fu- I mean,- freaking formalities! Ugh! We should just get married and get all of this over with!"
"But that won't be any fun now, won't it?" My 'mother' smirks. SHEESH! SHE'S A DEMON, I TELL YOU! A FU- I mean,- FREAKIN' DEMON, I TELLYA!
"But mom!" I cry.
"Now, now, school's almost here. When you get discharged in two days, you'll have to prepare for school that'll be in another two days. That's…" She counts her fingers, "One, two, three, four- FOUR Days before school! Isn't that great?!"
"Yeah, sure. So mom, can we NOT have an engagement party?" I plead.
"Like I told you, that won't be any fun now, won't it? So, tell me about that kiss Natsume-kun gave you!" She squeals like a school girl.
Wait, did she just mention… the K-word?
"Get out, you hag!" I shout.
"Mou, Mikan, no fair! If you tell me about that kiss, I'll tell you about my first kiss with your otou-san! You know it was really we-"
"GET OUT! You're disgusting, hag!" I try to push her away from my bed, farther from me and closer to the door.
"HAG? Well, at least I'm not a tomboy!"
"Me? A tomboy? Keep dreaming witch!"
"Delusional monster!"
"Grandma!"
"Did you just…. Well, at lea-"
"JUST GET OUT! SECURITY!"
"Ha! I'm the empress of Japan! The security guards won't touch me!" She puts on a smug face. You witch!
****Like a virgin! Touched for the very fi—****
"Oh, sorry about that. Let me take this." And she FINALLY steps out of the room to take the call. Seriously, who has that kind of ringtone these days?
My mom, apparently.
"You know, sometimes, you two look more like sisters than a mother-daughter pair." Natsume says from the window pane.
"Well, more like a grandma-grandchild pai—HEY! Where'd you come from!?" I look at the raven-haired boy who jumped down from the window pane.
"From the window, obviously."
"No, really, where'd you come from?"
"From the window."
"But we're on the 6th floor."
"And..?"
"How'd you get here?"
"Tree."
"There's a tree this high?"
"I jumped up from the tree, Idiot."
"But… If you jumped from the tree, wouldn't you have gone DOWN instead of UP?"
"But I did go up."
"How'd you go up?"
"Doesn't matter, does it?"
"Well, I'm really scared right now. Are you Natsume's ghost? Did you die when you jumped?"
"No. I'm obviously human."
"But how'd you get up here?"
"Just drop the subject. An idiot like you won't understand."
"But I know just enough that gravity should've pulled you down!"
"Well, then, don't ask me. You should ask gravity instead."
"But—"
"Is there food in here?" Then he goes toward the small refrigerator by the cabinet that housed the cups and plates.
I didn't answer. I was really scared out of my wits. How'd he get up here?
As Natsume ate a bag of Doritos, I shake under my comforter, shaking out of fear.
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And even in the future, the mystery of how Natsume got to Mikan's 6th floor suite through the window remains a total mystery.
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"So, Mikan, don't forget to call the school for your new uniform."
"Uh-huh."
"Your student handbook is on the first drawer of your study table."
"Yeah."
"Don't forget to take your medicine, 3 times a day, every after meal, until bottle becomes empty."
"Yeah, fine."
"And your phone should be with you at all times."
"Sure."
"At exactly 7:00 PM Japan time every night, your dad and I will give you a call to check up on you."
"Okay."
"Did you listen?"
"I did."
"Okay, then, I'll be going. Bye honey." My mom gave me a peck on my cheek.
"Bye…." I watch her back as she walks away from me and towards the apartment door. I had just gotten discharged today.
And she immediately left me once we arrived at my apartment.
I know, what a mom right?
But she's not just any mom… She's MY mom. And being my mom means being the full-time empress of a country, a CEO of a successful recording company, and the wife of a very, very childish Emperor.
She's required to run around. It's her job.
But sometimes I wish it wasn't.
Sometimes I wish I was born in an ordinary family.
With an ordinary life.
Going to an ordinary school.
And have an extremely ordinary and non-dramatic romance.
But it isn't to be.
"Tch. You look like an idiot."
See? God isn't fair. He gave me an overly-dramatic lovelife at the beginning and then He must've given up writing my life's romance novel midway.
Because it has just become dull, boring, and all-in-all, just lacks being 'ordinary'.
I'm guessing you did not just understand my boring and dull speech.
So I'm just going to stop staring into space and return to my extremely boring and painfully dull life.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm an idiot. Who cares?" I stand up and leave my duffel bag on the red sofa, and walk sluggishly to the kitchen.
I find my way to the fridge and grab a bar of chocolate from my secret stash.
Well, it's not actually a 'secret stash' when it's located right in the chiller.
"Tch. No wonder you're fat." I hear the other person's voice from behind me.
"I'm an idiot who's fat. Anything else, Mr. Wise-guy?" I close the fridge and lean against it. I face my attacker, who is the other person, and the other person's name happens to be Natsume. Get it? No? Well, it must be because my mind's still sluggish and tired and jelly-like right now.
"Yes, you're stupid, ugly, tone-deaf, and a big perfectionist." He shoves me away from the fridge and opens it. He grabs a can of diet coke and closes the fridge.
He pulled the pull-tab and a small 'pop' was heard.
"Well, sorry for being all that then." I rip the wrapper of my chocolate bar open and take a small bite from the cold chocolate. I look at the now-ripped wrapper.
HERSHEY'S COOKIES AND CREAM
Yum.
I spun on my heel and tune out Natsume. He just started speaking nonsense behind me and I don't really want to hear anything from him anymore.
I can't anymore.
I don't want to admit this but….
It still hurts… Idiot Natsume….
So I focus on my chocolate. I think this was a gift from one of my fans.
Oh! It is! There's a pink sticky note at the back.
I love you, Mikan! Will you be mine?
How De ja vu. It reminds me of something from long ago. _
I think I'll keep the note. Better stick it on my scrapbook.
I enter my room and accidentally slam the door behind me.
Oh, what was Natsume saying again? Oh right, I purposely tuned him out.
But the door slamming was accidental. I swear.
I hope Natsume doesn't think that I got angry.
Oh wait, I am angry.
So I guess, even though it was accidental, the door slamming really loud was for him.
Thank you, clumsy hand.
:[Natsume's PoV]:
As she turns her back on me, my mind is on frenzy.
Shit.
I want to take all of it back…
"Mikan… I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it, idiot…. No, wait. I'm sorry again… Just listen, Mikan…" I try to call out to her.
But she doesn't look back.
She tuned me out again.
Shit.
"Mikan, I'm sorry… What I meant was—"
BANG!
She bangs her room's door closed.
What I meant was…
You're not an idiot…. I think you're awesome…
You're not fat… You're shit hot.
You're not stupid… You're smart! I think you're smarter tha me, idiot! Wait, scratch the last 'I"-word, please.
You're not tone-deaf… You and I both know that one was a lie. You're a popstar, for heaven's sake!
Most of all you're not a perfectionist…..
You're already the PERFECT one…
But you won't listen to what I have to say.
And I hate myself for breaking your heart that day….
And I hate myself for not taking your hand and pulling you back when you walked away just now.
I'm the one who's an idiot….
Mikan… If I could turn back time, I would.
But life isn't fair.
No, life is fair. It IS,
This must be karma.
Because of the things I did to you…. Even the things I did without meaning to.
So just as how you took a bite from your Hershey's Cookies and Cream chocolate bar…
I'll take a sip from my can of diet coke.
*Sigh*
(*A*)
How OOC for Natsume! But it was in his mind… so why not? XDD
The last part was supposedly another chapter… But I thought adding it here will be more…. Dramatic… ))
Forgive me if there was a lot of nonsense in this chapter. Like Mikan, my mind's all jelly and melted ice cream (get it?), so I couldn't write properly… (O) There's still a story behind all the heartbreak… I realized that Mikan would seem too shallow to get a broken heart from a slice of pie… ^_^
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