A Rich Love
Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, kyahahahaha! I think it was the chapter you have all been waiting for, :P
Anyway... I DISCLAIM ALL RIGHTS TO OWNING GAKUEN ALICE ETC ETC LOVE YOU ALL!3
Thanks for the reviews. Oh, and in this chapter we percieve Sumire a bit more and see how she see's things etdc and what she is about. Someone else might be introduced in the chapter, too...:P Basically, it's a filler chapter.
Now, chapter time~3
~Chapter
Twelve~
New Meetings
Natsume stared at Mikan as she slept peacefully, the duvet covering her body as he smirked. She had been worth the wait, he had to admit. He wondered what she was dreaming about; he hoped she didn't wake-up, she was really beautiful when she slept.
Of course Natsume had taken a few pictures of his sleeping girlfriend; he couldn't help himself. She was so delicate and the way her lips puckered in her slumber was just so sweet.
As Natsume uploaded the pictures onto his laptop, Mikan stirred in her sleep, hugging the covers close to her body as Natsume stopped, logging out quickly. Mikan still didn't know about his little picture-taking whilst she was asleep. If she did, she'd probably kill him...
Natsume siddled towards the bed and crouched down, staring at Mikan's face as her eyes slowly fluttered open. It took a few minutes for Mikan's blurred vision to adjust, and once it adjusted she was shocked to find Natsume staring at her.
"Eh? Natsume-kun?" she muttered in her sleep voice as Natsume smirked, leaing forward to kiss Mikan's lips as she gave him a questioning look. Everything started to fit into place slowly as Mikan realised what had happened the night before. She blushed, realising that she was naked under the bed covers and that Natsume wasn't wearing much, either.
"Didn't realise you were the sort to walk around the place naked." Mikan giggled lightly as Natsume grinned, placing a hand on Mikan's head and kissing her cheek.
"Morning to you, too." he joked, "Do you want a bath or shower?" Natsume asked Mikan in a gentle voice as she shrugged. She did feel the need to have a good wash, especially after their night of passion. Natsume hadn't relented until three am in the morning. Mikan didn't mind so much, though. She'd needed the sex as well.
He smirked, watching Mikan as she slowly sat up. Her bed/sex hair looked unusually sexy to Natsume that morning. If he wasn't careful, his manly hormones would once again take over and tackle Mikan onto the bed... again.
"I would prefer a shower, please." Mikan yawned, rubbing sleep from her eyes as Natsume gave a low nod, standing, pulling on some boxers and walking towards the bedroom door and then to the bathroom. As Natsume went to run the shower, Mikan groggily looked around Natsume's bedroom. Unlike past boyfriends, it was exceptionally clean. The only clothes that littered the floor were Mikan's and Natsume's. Mikan smiled to herself before yawning again.
After a few minutes of just sitting in the bed, taking in her surroundings, Mikan got up and stole one of Natsume's shirts to cover up her body. She then walked out of the bedroom and found Natsume, setting the shower up for Mikan. Mikan smiled to herself before surprising Natsume by gently nibbling on his ear lobe.
"Hello." Mikan whispered in a hushed voice as Natsume turned, smirking. He eyed what Mikan was wearing, seeing that the shirt of his barely covered anything, and saw where it stopped.
If he wanted to, Natsume could just have Mikan on the floor if he wanted, depending on if she was wearing underwear or not.
"Hey, your showers ready." Natsume told Mikan as she nodded, gently kissing his cheek before un-looping her arms from around his neck and throwing off the baggy shirt of Natsume's (right in front of him) and she stepped into the shower.
Natsume just stared at Mikan, a little mesmirized. Normally, if he was with a girl, they wouldn't show him their naked bodies unless they were in bed, lights off and with music on. Mikan just stripped there and then. She wasn't like any model who saw flaws all over their anorexic or semi-perfect bodies, she was comfortable in her own skin.
"Wanna join me?" Mikan then asked Natsume, her hair damp already as she stared at Natsume exspectantly. Natsume smirked, but shook his head.
"Nah, it's okay, I'll be making you breakfast." he then paused, "If you eat breakfast." Natsume quickly added as Mikan nodded, still smiling her gloriously sunny smile.
"Of course I eat breakfast, who doesn't!" Mikan rolled her eyes at Natsume's statement then suddenly closed the shower curtain, the metal rings clanging against the metal railing. Natsume heard humming, then Mikan's voice over the shower again. "I'll be done in about 10 minutes, okay?" she trilled rather happily as Natsume grinned to himself, then left the bathroom to go and find something to make breakfast with...
He was stumped. Totally stumped. Natsume wasn't used to making breakfast. Sure, he could cook, but in the mornings he usually grabbed a coffee and he was done. But now that he had a girlfriend who ate, well, he didn't know what to make for Mikan. Obviously, she would hate some foods, right?
Also, Natsume had barely any food in his fridge, that was rather problematic as he had promised Mikan breakfast. Well, not exactly promised, but she was expecting it, right?
"You look busy." came a giggly, sarcastic voice. Natsume turned around to see Mikan, wearing the too-short so-sexy shirt and drying her wet hair with a towel. Natsume grimaced at the fridge, then turned back to Mikan as she looked into the fridge as well.
"Are you stumped for what to make?" Mikan asked in a sweet voice as Natsume gave a low nod. He knew that Mikan knew anyway, seeing as he hadn't started to prepare anything at all. Mikan then grabbed three eggs, the only ones Natsume had, some cherry tomatoes and a slab of cheese.
"Omelette or scrambled?" she asked as Natsume raised an eyebrow,
"I'm not a kid... omelette." he said as Mikan smiled, looking for a frying pan and then turning on the cooker. For some reason, Natsume found it a big turn on to see Mikan cooking whilst wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. It was actual quite appealing to him.
In about 10 minutes Natsume had an omelette in front of him. In all honesty, he hadn't had one in years. Mikan had made his with the cheese and tomatoes, whilst she had plain scrambled eggs with tomatoe ketchup on top.
"You know I should have been the one to make breakfast, seeing as it's my apartment." stated Natsume as Mikan rolled her eyes, scooping scrambled eggs into her mouth.
"Nah, it's okay. I always make breakfast, half the guys I slept with didn't know a frying pan from a toaster." Mikan beamed her pretty, unique smiled, then wiped some ketchup from her chin. Mikan then leaned towards Natsume, holding out a finger stained with ketchup.
"Trying to seduce me?" Natsume grinned as he sucked on Mikan's finger whilst she laughed quietly, then took her finger from Natsume and placed her lips over his, tasting hot coffee and omelette.
"I don't need to seduce you anymore." Mikan pulled away from Natsume, biting her lower lip before taking Natsume's empty plate and mug away from him.
"Do you want me to wash up or use the dishwasher instead?" Mikan asked Natsume, but before she could get an answer she started to run the hot water tap and fill up the sink. Mikan was obviously the domestic sort, she just seemed to take over when it came to anything house-holdy. Natsume percieved that as a good think, if anything. He liked a girl who could take a little control in situations like breakfast or dinner.
"Do you have work today?" Mikan asked Natsume as she washed the dishes. Natsume soon occupied himself with nuzzling Mikan's neck and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Yeah, I have some painting to do... but I can make time for you instead, if you want." he said in a low voice as Mikan smiled, then tried not to let out a little moan when Natsume bit a certain spot on her neck which seemed to send her hormones raging.
"No, you need to work! I don't want to get in the way of anything you do... so what are you painting?" Mikan asked curiously as Natsume paused. Mikan would probably freak if she found out he was painting a portrait of her sleeping form. He decided not to tell her until he showed her the portrait.
"Er... it's a models' portrait." he said in a quick voice. Luckily Mikan didn't know Natsume well enough to know that he was lieing, because when Natsume lied he tended to say things far too quickly and if someone was within reach he would tend to either get gropey or he would stare at them, and right then, Natsume was staring at Mikan's cleavage.
"Oh, okay then!" Mikan paused for a second, "I just hope you haven't slept with her, because if you have she's dead!" Mikan snapped out, placing a hand over Natsume's chest. It was obvious that Mikan aimed to keep him a lot longer than a t-shirt.
"Er... sure. Anyway, do you want me to drive you back to Hotaru's place or are you going to stay here so that we can get to know each other a little better?" asked the raven haired bloke. Mikan was tempted by the second optionk, but she knew that she was needed back at Hotaru's in case someone wanted their house cleaned.
"Oh, I would love to stay and get to know what makes you tick, but I can't... sorry." Mikan gave Natsume a gentle kiss on the lips before letting Natsume take over and give her a tongue duel. Mikan obliged, moaning quietly. She was losing her will to leave and see if she had any work, but she hardly cared now that she had someone who could just keep her busy.
"You can stay, you just want to make an excuse to leave. You always make bloody excuses." Natsume said between kisses as Mikan cursed. Damn, he's figured her out, pretty much. She always made excuses, yes. She didn't know why, it was just a habit. A useless, stupid habit.
"Fine, I'll stay, but only because we need to wash and iron my clothes. They'll all be creased!" Mikan told him, but she re-thought everything with a sly little girn on her lips.
"But whilst the washing machine's on let's occupy the bedroom." Mikan then dragged Natsume's hand into hers and pulled him back to his bedroom...
A pebble dropped and fell to the ground. Sumire, bored, had taken a detour from her apartment and had decided to walk around Tokyo for a while. She hadn't anticipated that she'd get lost. That was usually what Mikan did.
So, as Sumire walked aimlessly around a part of Tokyo she never knew even existed she kicked pebbles, picked them up and dropped them out of boredom. Sometimes she would stop at a boutique and stare at the gorgeus clothes she knew that she could never afford on her budget. Sumire was only a part-time bar maid, not her chosen job, but she realy had no other qualifications to get her a good job.
Sumire hated her job and not being able to afford good quality clothes. She could barely even afford to keep up the rent for her one-roomed apartment, let alone shop for herself! In truth, Sumire had to rely on her parents to help her out, still. She hated her life, if anything.
Sumire walked around Tokyo, still completely lost, and stumbled upon another pretty boutique that sold the most beautiful wedding dresses she had ever seen. Sumire had always dreamed of a wedding like any girl, probably more elaborately than Mikan. Sumire had wanted a chinese themed wedding with a red chinese dress lined with gold and embroidered with a gold dragon curling around the whole of the scarlet dress, her hair in an odango style with lillies and roses entwined in her hair. Sumire had dreamed of her wedding day since she was a little girl and never changed her plans for it.
And there, in the window of the boutique was the most gorgeus chinese style dress that Sumire could imagine. It was just like the one she had pictured and stapled in her mind. It was breath-taking. She wanted it but knew that she could never afford it.
Sumire sighed to herself and turned around, leaving the shop and its chinese style dress. She hated herself for not being able to afford the gorgues dress. Screw being married, she would be happy to just prance around in it.
As Sumire walked round a corner, she didn't notice where she was going or who was in front of her, and she basically did a Mikan and bumped into some poor guy (or fool) and fell right on the ground, on her butt and cursed.
"How un-lady like of you." a voice mocked suddenly. Sumire blinked, looking up and staring at the guy who she'd bumped into. She stared at him like he was an alien because of how he was dressed and also because he was carrying loads of boxes full of what seemed like Anime. Oh God, an Otaku!
"How un-gentleman like of you to leave a lady sitting on the ground, ruining her jeans!" Sumire snapped back coldly, obviously unhappy with the current situation she was in. The young man, probably around her age, maybe a bit younger, rolled his eyes and stood up, holding out a hand. Sumire took it and stood.
"Eurgh, my jeans!" she hissed, knowing that they were all sludged up, seeing as she had fallen in a muddy part of the grassy are she was in. The young man grinned but quickly disguised it with a frown when Sumire furrowed her brows at him.
The man holding the boxes was wearing some very baggy, old and un-attractive clothes. Obviously, he was a slob. His T-shirt had holes in it and drowned him almost, his quarter lentgh trousers were dirty with mud, thanks to him bumping into Sumire, and his sneakers were scuffed at the toes with bitten laces. His sandy coloured hair was unkempt and he was taller than Sumire. She scrunched up her nose at this person's appearence. Obviously this guy didn't appeal to Sumire who liked clean cut, rich men who had some fashion sense.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." the guy was grinning again, obviously thinking that Sumire was taken aback by his gloriousness. She glared at him,
"Er, no, why would I want to look at you!? You look like you dressed in the dark!" she growled. The man wasn't hurt by these words, but he did glare at Sumire a bit because of how she'd reacted to him.
"Excuse me," he said rather bitterly, "but you shouldn't really judge a book by its cover." he then turned around, hauling tow boxes and walking towards the apartment builiding he was evidently moving into. Sumire stared. Crap, he was moving into the block of flats she lived in! Then she wondered how she'd gotten all the way back to her apartment building, but didn't question it when she saw the young man having a bit of difficulty trying to get all of his (many) boxes into the doorway.
So, Sumire ignored her principles on not-helping-out-the-scruffy-guy and decided to help him. To hell with being a cow towards the slob!
"Here, let me help you." she muttered, suddenly holding the sides of a particularly heavy-looking box full of DVD's, encyclopedias, (wtf?) text books and other random objects.
Koko looked up, questioning Sumire's actions. He then smirked, thinking that she was joking.
"Er, sorry but I don't want you to break a nail." he joked, then just stared, dumbfounded, as Sumire lifted the box like it was full of feathers. Obviously the 'slob' had misjudged her like she had to him.
"Which floor?" Sumire asked, ignoring the whole nail-thing. Sumire really didn't care about her nails when it came to labour. If they went, they went. They only costed about 500 yen a hand, anyway. Sumire walked up to the slob and waited impatiently for his answer.
"Er... I'm on floor 3." the sandy haired man muttered. Great, the slob was on Sumire's floor. Then something hit her... the only apartment available on the third floor was an apartment right next to hers. Craptastic. Bloody craptastic, in fact.
"Oh... ok. Me too." Sumire said in a quiet voice as the slob raised an eyebrow, great, the same floor as this cranky bitch? He was going to have such fun, not.
"Hm." was all he answered with as he and Sumire hauled boxes up to the man's new apartment. The young man already had a couch in there and a bed, so he had somewhere to sleep at least. It took half an hour to haul every box up into the apartment, but Sumire had to admit it was good excercise, if anything.
After they were done with the 'moving everything in', Sumire decided to go back to her apartment, but the young man stopped her.
"Er, hey, you, woman." he stated, not exactly knowing Sumire's name, so foudn that calling her woman was appropriate. This didn't seem to go down too well with Sumire at all, but she hid this fact and tried to smile. It was strained and the guy grinned, thankful that he had somehow pissed Sumire off.
"It's Sumire Shouda." she hissed through her teeth as the young man nodded. At last he had her name.
"Sure, whatever, Shouda-senpai." he muttered. Sumire blinked, wondering why he'd called her senpai. Wasn't he her age? "Do you have any food? I left mine with my mom and she won't send me any." the young man stared at her with his light brown eyes. Fotr some reason, this person's eyes appealed to Sumire who never usually cared for the eye colour of someone, but this young man had something about his eyes.
"Your mom?" Sumire scoffed, thinking he was obviously one of those 'mummies' boys. She grinned, "What, you just left mummies home and you forgot your food? Did you forget your teddy weddy, too?" she was being rather spiteful towards this guy, and he didn't appreciate how rude and mean she was being.
"Shut the fuck up, you old hag!" he snapped back,
"Old hag? Ha! I am 23 years old, dear, I am not a hag, not even close!" she chortled as the man rolled his eyes,
"Well to me you are, senpai. You're actually the oldest person I've met here, Obaa-san!" he then laughed loudly as Sumire turned white and started to (almost) breath smoke out of her nose. She had never been called 'obaa-san' and aimed to never be called that unless she had grandchildren. She was a young woman, for christ's sake!
"Don't call me that! Oh my God, you're like a petulant child! Grow up a little! Argh, I can't believe we live near each other!" groaned Sumire as she glared at the lad, then suddenly stormed off and walked into her own apartment, slamming the door shut. It wasn't long before someone came knocking on her door.
"Fuck off!" Sumire snapped, shoving a Pot Noodle and some bread into her new neighbours' hands. He grinned, then stared at the bread. Why did he need that with Pot Noodle?...
"Mikan! There's a fucking retard living next door to me now!" Sumire screeched into her mobile phone as someone banged on the wall from next door to Sumire in protest,
"I CAN HEAR YOU!" yelled the latest tenant to the apartment building. Mikan heard this as well as Sumire, and giggled. Sumire then returned to telling Mikan all her problems over the phone but Mikan's mind was somewhere else.
"Anyway, he's a pig, he can't dress himself and he called me obaa-san! Can you believe it! I am not old, I have zero gray hairs and I am gorgeus! I do not have saggy tits, thank you very much!" and with that, Sumire took off a shoe and threw it towards the wall. More complaining was soon to commence.
"Mm-hm, whatever you say, Sumire. Anyway!" Mikan was rather chirpy, "I have to go, Natsume wants to take me home so I'm letting him! He is so sweet after sex! Oh my God, he is a demon in bed! I prefer him to Reo anyday!" Mikan said down the phone as Sumire's eye twitched. She hated it when she knew her best friend had a better sex life when she didn't even have one.
"Mikan, shut up, I have a dilemma here! I need to find out how to get this jerk away from me!" Sumire screeched, and again, her neighbour heard this and decided to come knocking on her door to complain. She groaned, deciding to finish her call with Mikan and to deal with her annoying neighbour. "I'm going now, have your fun with Natsume. Don't get pregnant." she warned, then ended the call and threw her phone somewhere on the couch. She stood up, stomping towards her door.
The neighbour was still banging his fist against the door, which was annoying.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Geez, you're fucking impatient!" Sumire screamed, wrenching the door open to find her petulant neighbour standing there, not looking at Sumire but instead the other way, and that meant he didn't notice the door opening, so his hand, well, fist, suddenly fell onto Sumire.
Her chest, actually.
"Argh! Pervert!" Sumire squealed as her neighbour blinked, wondering why the door was now quite soft but also firm. He then saw what his hand had fallen onto and blushed, but he wasn't blushing as hard as Sumire was!
"Er... fuck! Sorry! I wasn't looking!" he cried out, taking his hand away from Sumire's breasts as she stepped back, wrapping her arms around her bust and glowing bright red.
"Y-you creep! I can't believe you would do that to a young woman!" she cried out dramatically as her neighbour blushed, shaking his head and sighing, he then leaned on the door frame, staring at the ground.
"I said I was sorry!" he retorted, but he couldn't meet Sumire's gaze as she stared at him like he was a pervert, but even she knew it was an accident and he had said sorry.
"Yes, I heard you! Now what do you want!" she snapped loudly as he stared up at her, finally meeting Sumire's gaze.
"Oh, to tell you to shut up with your criticism and to say thanks." he revealed as Sumire stood there, stumped. She'd already forgotten that she had helped her new neighbour out.
"Er... why thanks, what did I do?" she asked him stupidly. The man rolled his eyes.
"For helping me out and for feeding me. Boy you're dumb!" he laughed as Sumire glared at him, her hands on her hips. Why did she hate him so much after knowing him for like, ten minutes? Sumire then shrugged.
"Sure. You're welcome, whatever, now go on home, you annoy me." Sumire growled, ready to close the door. The young man wedged his foot between the door so that he could speak to Sumire more and make her even angrier.
"Oh god, what now?" she groaned, opening the door wider.
"I'm Koko, by the way, and to me you're old because I am younger than you are, obaa-san." he told Sumire as she nodded. Okay, so he was younger than her, that was done right there, now she knew why he was so rude to her about her age.
"Fine, you're younger, but I still don't want to talk to you. I need to get over the fact that we live next door to each other." Sumire muttered, wanting to close the door again, but Koko stopped her. Again.
"Ah, you don't get it, do you?" he said as Sumire raised an eyebrow, wondering what this 'kid' was on about.
"What are you on about?" she asked him coldly.
"Ever had a younger boyfriend?" he suddenly asked. Sumire was stumped, suddenly realising what Koko was 'getting at'. He was younger than her and probably wanted to date her. She blamed her boobs, they were far too big.
"Yes, but it depends on how much younger?" she spat back as Koko grinned.
"Try four years younger." he said as Sumire blushed. Okay, a 19 year old was hiting on her. Someone who still went to university, maybe, a kid, someone who had a high sex drive... oh wait, the last one was fucking good!
"Er... why would you want me to date a younger guy?" she asked him bashfully,
"It'd be fun. You have nice tits, too." he stated as Sumire groaned. Boy, he was straight to the point. She stared at him for a moment, looking him up and down. Still scruffy, still quite unattractive to her.
"I don't feel attracted to you in any way." she said truthfully. Koko didn't look crest fallen, though. He just grinned a bit more.
"I didn't think so. You seem like the type of person who liked guys who are well kept, smart, rich etc etc. You'd be the perfect Footballers' wife." he said, luaghing yet again. Boy, what an annoying laugh. Sumire groaned.
"I know." Sumire said confidently, she smirked. "I like all the luxuries in life." she then held the door handle, indicating that she wanted Koko to leave. He didn't take the hint, well, he ignored it.
"I guessed what you liked. But I think you could change your mind about being a Footbalers' wife." he walked closer, stepping into Sumire's apartment and her personal bubble. "I can make you like me." he said in a kind of dangerous but husky whisper. Sumire blushed as he leaned closer to her, grinning. He had a rather cheeky grin and dimples. That was quite nice, Sumire thought to herself.
"Er... I can't breathe." she lied, using the only excuse that she could think up. Koko then shrugged, stepping back and giving Sumire some 'air'. She sighed to herself, wondering when Koko would go back to his place. "And what do you mean by changing my mind and making me like you?"
"You know what I mean. I can make you like younger guys... we're so much more fun." he laughed quietly as Sumire raised an eyebrow. He was weird, a little freak in her mind. She pushed him out of her apartment.
"Whatever." she announced and closed the door on him. She needed some asprin, she had a headache now...
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Er, yeah, filler chapter, I didn't know what to do so sorry! Anyway, more Mikan and Natsume-ness next chapter! Thanks for waiting! Love you all, xxxxxx
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