..Mikan, My Love..
by Snow Mirage
Summary: The story of how Daffodil came about, of how Mikan recieved the flower from Natsume. Unabashingly Natsume and Mikan pairing XD
Two years ago, at Alice Academy...
"Mikan-chan kawaii!" This very enthusiastic greeting came from Anna and Nonoko, whose brilliant smiles threatened to overcome even the brightest of suns.
"Really?" Self-conscious, Mikan plucked at the skirt of the yousei dress she had on.
They were all gathered in Hotaru's room to prepare for the upcoming event of the year: the Last Dance.
It also happened to be their last time to be able to dance the Last Dance as this year would be the year they graduate.
Mikan thus wanted to be sure that she looked her very best for this event.
Just then, Hotaru entered the room.
"Neh, neh Hotaru! How do I look?" Mikan hurried up to her best friend, a worried frown between her eyebrows.
Hotaru looked over, shrugged and said, "Ugly."
"Really?" Mikan was ready to run off to the bathroom attached to Hotaru's room when the other girl clamp a hand onto her arm to prevent her from doing so.
"Kidding, baka." A gentle smile flirted onto the usually stoic-looking face as she flicked a finger gently at Mikan's forehead.
Mikan heaved a sigh of relief and smiled happily at her friend.
"But," Hotaru added, " You will look better without these."
Saying so, she reached over and pulled out the rubber bands that held Mikan's long hair in two ponytails.
Set free of their customary prison, Mikan's hair cascade down to her waist in gentle waves.
"Hotaru!"Mikan exclaimed, trying desperately to reach the rubber band that the other girl was casually holding out of reach using yet another invention. This one caused the rubber band to float in mid-air, out of reach to Mikan's groping fingers.
"You know I feel...weird when I don't tie my hair!" Mikan turned and glared at the unperturbed girl, who simply looked calmly at her friend.
"You look better when your hair is down." She stated.
Hotaru then reached behind her and opened the door, just in time to see an annoyed looking Natsume and harassed Ruka-pyon walk by, the reasons for their looks apparent as they had been followed by a pack of females who were giggling and whispering and indiscreetly following them around the campus the whole day in hopes that they would garner a coveted last dance from either Natsume or Ruka.
"Natsume, burn this." Hotaru stated and tossed the rubberbands to him.
It wasn't a request, but a demand. No one else dare to speak in that way to Hyuuga Natsume except, it seems, Hotaru.
Natsume simply raised a dark brow as he fluidly caught the rubber bands in his fist.
Mikan panicked. Even though Natsume usually wouldn't listen to Hotaru, sometimes, he complied for reasons unknown to the logic of humankind. And it was the only pair of matching rubber bands she had left.
"Natsume! Please don't burn it!" Mikan wailed out as she made an effort to rush up before her rubber bands became melted globs of rubber.
He looked at her, and he smirked.
Mikan knew then she would never see her strawberry rubber bands again.
Whoosh.
It was worse than Mikan had predicted; the bands became ash.
"Natsume!" The furious Mikan howled out, reaching out to strangle the daylights out of him but Hotaru stopped her by firmly grabbing onto the back of Mikan's dress with an invention.
"Baka. Don't spoil your dress."
The statement caused Natsume and Ruka-pyon to noticed Mikan's getup.
Natsume tucked his hands back into his pockets and proceed to insolently looked at Mikan slowly from her feet up to the top of her head, causing the latter to blush slightly at the intensity of his look.
For a moment, Mikan wondered whether Natsume would compliment her; after all, she had taken a lot of time to prepare.
But then, she should have known better.
"You look uglier than usual, polka-dotted panties." Natsume drawled before he continued strolling down the corridor to where his room was, a smirk on his face.
"Let me at him! Let me at him!" Mikan struggled valiantly in vain against the iron-hold of the invention.
"Baka." Hotaru muttered.
"I think you look nice." Ruka smiled apologetically, as though apologizing for Natsume's behaviour, a light blush staining his cheeks.
Mikan stopped struggling and beamed a beautific smile at the now extremely red-in-the-face Ruka, " Arigatou Ruka-pyon!"
Only Hotaru saw the walking Natsume stopped for a moment in his tracks before he continued.
A/n: This story will be short, two to three chapters only...it leads up to the events mentioned in the other story Daffodil..it is set in the year before Mikan and Natsume graduates from theAlice Academy...
Everyone is eighteen in this story and Tsubasa and Misaki have already graduated...
please R&R!
