ok this is my last chappy until i cant play no more...its short...suckish...hope you like it!!! bb!!

Chapter 9: Not Stood Up

Ruka's P.O.V.

Once again, we relieved the moments of Mikan's question, Asato's answer and Natsume's appearance, sending us into manic laughter, choking on our drinks. It was hilariously ironic as everything fell into the place they had paved for their grand master

plan.

"So," I said between chokes to the others who consisted of Hotaru, Asato (Choking like an idiot with a horrible cough, if I may add), Koko, Mochu, Anna, Nonoko and Sumire. "Just when idiot here asked her about her prom date, she asks him out. He somehow stutters through his response and blam! Natsume walks right in! Hah! How unlucky can you get?"

The whole café erupted in laughter as we laughed until tears came to our eyes. My arm was slung over Hotaru's shoulder, enacting the rights of an official boyfriend. Honestly, I loved her evil side. Whenever it was about someone's suffering, especially the suffering of a certain flame caster, she would laugh wholeheartedly. But then again, it was also I about Mikan.

"Okay, Hisoka, ol' buddy," I said. "Time to enact part two!"

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Mikan's P.O.V.

I gazed at the racks of clothing, absentmindedly floating in my own utopia, mostly due to the fact that Ho-chan dragged me here while I was so peacefully reading a novel I had just been given from Anna to counterattack my feelings that were somehow winding up like spaghetti, according to Asato. The novel undecidedly ironic in its own way: Venom of Intent. It spoke of the broken promises and the revenge exacted. My kind of book.

While Ho-chan, Anna, Nonoko and Sumire bustled about, trying just about every article in the whole damned boutique, I found myself a seat near the exit, in a fluffy chair, and buried my nose deep into the pages of the text. I was currently reading a chapter that bore chapter: 'Why Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned'.

How fitting.

I saw satin silk in front of my face as the three girls held a dress in front of my face. It was a red rose dress, accompanied by a mauve skirt and gold straps and a gold sash. The two thin gold straps were adorned with crystals. Amazing was one word to describe this article.

"Oh, cool," I said, "whose is that?" They looked at me evilly then, pounced like a pack of raving lioness. Dragging me into a changing room, they forced me into the dress. When they had chucked me into the gown, Nonoko, Anna and Sumire, leaving me, Hotaru and a pair of ominous scissors and a brush in the room. I heard them lock the door from the outside. Then, Hotaru attacked me with the scissors.

When Ho-chan finally released me, my hair was wavy and hung down on my shoulders. Outside, I found Ruka, Koko, Mochu, Asato and the other girls looking at me, looking perfectly satisfied.

"What were you trying to accomplish?"

"Just seeing if the dress would fit," Asato explained.

"I don't know if I can even make it. I might have…something to do that night," I hastily explained, praying they took the excuse quietly and left me alone.

"Mikan," Ruka said to me as though he were preaching the Bible. "There's the beauty of the word 'might'. The magic in there is in the yes and no of the answer."

Hotaru stepped forward and aimed her baka gun at my forehead, now upgraded to dish out ten times the original pain it used to give, according to Ruka who had sadly felt its wrath. "And even if we have to smoke the entire staff, you're going whether we have to force you or not."

They should be in a mafia.

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Hotaru P.O.V.

I walked through the hallways, leading up to the private office I found out belonged to Serio or Persona , as Mikan and Natsume knew him. I slammed the door open and found Persona sitting at his desk. Not letting him react, I shot him four times squarely on his forehead. He was out like a light.

I blew the smoke from my gun's mouth and walked out, tying him before with an unbreakable rope. "Mission complete. Almost. Now for Hyuuga."

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Hisoka's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe how fast the week past. Time for the final phase of our grand master plan to be carried out. As I walked towards the Sakura Tree, I found Hotaru and Ruka sitting on a nearby bench and Hyuuga under the Sakura Tree.

Then, I fell, as planned. I called out Hotaru's name and they helped me up, heaving me to where Natsume sat. "Natsume," I rasped. "Please, I seriously need your help."

He looked up at me. "Tch. Why?"

"The gala. I need someone to go in my place. Ruka can't go because he has to go with Imai and well, no one else dared to go. Please."

"No way," he snapped. Then, with a single trigger of Imai's new baka gun, his answer changed.

A/N: he didnt consent that fast but i dun have time to explain...i promise to clear things up in chappy 10 and then..u'll understand why he said yes so fast...byebye!!