. G for Girlfriend .
. Snowmirage .
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. Summary .
Valentine's day is here! And Natsume makes Mikan his girlfriend? What is going on? Has the bug called l.o.v.e. finally caught up with our dashing enigma? Or is there something darker at work here? Expect OOCness
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. Dedications .
To GhiMiNaRuHo for making you wait so long for this update. Gomen!
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. L.O.V.E. Dictionary .
mis·sive (mĭs'ĭv)
n. A written message; a letter. See Synonyms at letter.
From Middle English (letter) missive, (letter) sent (by superior authority), from Medieval Latin (litterae) missīvae, feminine pl. of missīvus, sent, from Latin missus, past participle of mittere, to send.
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Chaputa Itsutsu: About birds and bees
Inside the Special ability classroom, we find Andou Tsubasa, Harada Misaki and our heroine Sakura Mikan in a very awkward atmosphere.
Well, awkward for Tsubasa and Misaki in any case.
Mikan was looking at them expectantly, her amber eyes avid as she waited for her senpais to start The Talk.
"This is all your fault." Misaki hissed, amber eyes flashing as she elbowed Tsubasa, all the while keeping a forced smile on her face.
"What?" Tsubasa darted a glare at his childhood friend.
"Well, you just had to open your big stupid mouth and ask her that!"
"Surely we can't leave her to the mercy of that immature pervert!"
"What pervert? He is only ten for God's sake! You are the likelier one."
"Hey! I am only fourteen okay?"
Mikan's head bobbed to and fro from the male to the female as they dropped all pretense of not fighting and snipped openly at each other.
"Ano senpai…"
"Nani?!" The question was snapped out from both sides as piercing blue eyes and dark brown eyes fixed on her with alarming clarity.
"Nothing." She squeaked out, squirming slightly under the intense glares fixed on her.
Misaki took a deep breath, proceeded to whack Tsubasa over the head and gave Mikan a smile. "Lets start shall we?"
Mikan nodded eagerly, thus sealing the fate of the two well-meaning seniors.
"Tsubasa will explain it all." Misaki's smile changed slightly to reveal her canine teeth as she looked at Tsubasa. "Right, Tsubasa?"
As if he could say no without suffering a fate worse than death.
"Hai, hai." Tsubasa sighed and knelt in front of Mikan, a resigned look on his face.
"Mi-chan, I am going to explain what transpires between a boyfriend and a girlfriend now." A long suffering sigh before he continued, "Ask any questions if you have any doubts."
Almost immediately, Mikan's hand shot up in the air.
Slightly apprehensive, Tsubasa answered, "Hai?"
"What is 'trans-spy'?"
Behind him, Misaki let out a snort of laughter she immediately covered over with a cough.
Tsubasa sighed inwardly. "It means 'happen'."
Mikan's mouth formed a little 'o' of understanding.
Small words, use small words. He reminded himself before setting himself unhappily to the arduous task set in front of him.
Ten minutes later…
Tsubasa sat back with a sigh on the floor, having concluded the rather embarrassing prep talk with his somewhat clueless kouhai.
Trust him; this was something one would not want to try.
Now, they waited for Mikan's reaction.
First came the somewhat blank look, second came the horrified look, and finally, the loudest exclamation to grace the age of humankind.
"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH????!!!!!"
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Every year they come, in their pink envelopes adorn with flying cupids and heart stickers to boot.
They are the Missives in Pink.
Letters of puppy love and unrequited love that seem to find their way into the lockers, bedrooms, classrooms and belongings of the one Hyuuga Natsume when one nears the horrendous holiday known as 'Valentine's Day'.
It was frightening to say the least, the way they manage to somehow rival the statuesque of a tottering Mt. Everest up close.
A Mt. Everest having undergone a botched paint job that is.
Think of all the poor trees that have been cut to make this possible, of the global warming that would soon set in as a consequence, of the future generation of humankind who will suffer in turn.
Which is why Natsume always make it a point to burn all this to crisp to serve as fertilizer for the trees.
Or rather, that is just an excuse for him to NOT see the censored content within said missives.
Today, being the eve of Valentine's Day, was not any different from any other previous year.
There was a tottering pile (hauled in by the beleaguered Iinchou) sitting in classroom B, and even in the forbidden premises of the dangerous ability classroom, a handful managed to find its way to him.
"Here." Hayate, a dangerous ability student, raised a brow as he shoved something pink into Natsume's arms as soon as the crimson-eyed boy stepped into the classroom.
Natsume shoved them back unceremoniously into the boy's arms, shoved his hands into his pockets and walked out of the classroom he just barely walked into.
"Hey, where do you think you are going?" Hayate called out to the back of the flame caster, looking slightly ridiculous with the bundle of pink in his arms.
"Somewhere less pink." Came the irritated drawl.
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He was lying really when he said he was going to somewhere less pink.
Because, right in front of him, there was an extremely pink blob of a human that was dancing about
Having no where else to go after his abrupt departure from the Dangerous ability class, Natsume had headed back to classroom B hoping to find some peace and quiet only to find himself stepping into one of Narumi's impromptu announcements and he had no choice but to sit in, and listen.
Extremely unwillingly.
It was a complete eyesore to behold the form teacher of class B, decked out as he was in shocking pink, complete with little hearts on springs protruding at odd angles from his costume.
"-prepare adequately for tomorrow!" He crowed out happily, doing a little jig much to the dismay of the class, the little heart quavering along with the movement.
Idly, Natsume wondered how much of a commotion it would cause if he incinerated the hearts.
One by one.
It wouldn't be so bad if he did away with the owner too.
"Are you going to go Natsume?" Ruka's voice jerked him and he glanced at the blond with a blank look before he realized what Ruka was talking about.
The annual Valentine's Day ball.
Sorry, the surprise Valentine's Day ball.
Every year, the academy hosted a ball in collaboration with the arrival of the festival and it was a day for the students to let down their hair and simply enjoy a night of dancing, staring into each other's eyes dreamily and to express your love for your loved ones.
Since the teachers were in charge of telling the students of upcoming events, Narumi had always made it a point to do it (announcement of the Valentine's Day ball) the day before to 'surprise' the students.
But since he did it every year, it wasn't much of a surprise, except to the new students of course.
Natsume slid his glance over to the baka.
She was behaving very weirdly after she came back from her special ability class; she avoided glancing at him and she was very very quiet. She hadn't even reacted with her usual hyper activeness at the announcement of the upcoming Valentine's Day Ball. It was almost as though she hadn't heard anything Narumi had said.
And Natsume had a gut feeling it had something to do with that idiot Andou.
He brushed away the unpleasant feeling that came over him when he thought of the two of them doing something happily together.
"No." He answered shortly, turning back to Ruka who was looking at him expectantly.
"No? But Sakura…" A frown came over the blond as he looked over to Mikan.
"Hn. I am leaving." He got up as Narumi begun dancing again, ignoring the questioning look from his best friend.
"Matte! Natsume-kun!" Narumi sang out suddenly.
Natsume ignored him and jerked open the door only to have something fell down on him.
A ton of pink missives to be exact.
All addressed to one Hyuuga Natsume.
Twitch. Twitch. Went the vein at Natsume's temple.
"Ah, you have a new batch of letters from your fans!"
"...Teme…"
"AHHH!! Put out the fire!"
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Hyuuga Natsume stalked to his room, emitting a stormy wrath in his path that warded off everyone from nearing the flame caster.
Idiot Narumi. Idiot Andou. Idiot fangirls.
And that baka girlfriend of his…something had happened during her time with Andou because she wouldn't meet his eyes and she was avoiding him very indiscreetly.
He would find out the reason soon enough, even if he had to resort to bribery.
Ten boxes of Howalons should do the trick.
He jerked open the door to his special star room, planning on taking a nice long rest and forget about everything that happened today, …and saw red.
Literally.
Every crook, cranny and centimeter square of his room was covered with roses, hearts, chocolate boxes, tiny heart balloons floating in the air like nobody's business.
Natsume slammed the door shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.
Now that his 'nice long rest' was to be forgone, he wasn't exactly in the best of mood. But first things first, he needed a place to spent the night in.
Ruka.
His mind made up, he headed a few doors down to a door where a gold plate bearing the name Nogi Ruka was.
Opening the door without so much as a by-your-leave, he walked in.
"Staying here to…" his words trailed off as he found himself in full view of a sight that would disturb him for the rest of his life.
Imai.
In Ruka's arms.
On the bed.
Lip-locking.
Natsume decided there and then that he would knock on all doors before he opened one.
With a very heartfelt "Damn." Natsume slammed the door.
Breathing hard, he stormed away from the door behind which was a image that should have been censored.
The brain-freezing image was doing cartwheels in his head and giving him a headache.
And it also left him with a more pressing problem.
Where was he going to spend the night?
He looked up then, realizing he had stormed a fair distance away from the disturbing room, and saw something that made him smirk.
A simple gold plate with an innocent name inscribed into it: Sakura Mikan.
His baka 'girlfriend' would never know what hit her.
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Meanwhile, in a corner of her room, our heroine is pondering upon the speech her senpai had just given her.
A deep red stained the bridge of her nose and her cheeks as she realized what she had just gotten herself into.
What it had meant when Hyuuga Natsume had made her his 'girlfriend'.
"Kyaaaaa…" She moaned out desperately, burying her face into her pillow.
It was so embarrassing!
How was she going to face the world after this?
How was she going to face Hyuuga Natsume after this?
She wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it forever.
Knock knock.
The rapping on her door jerked the brunette from her self-induced misery.
Who could it be at this late an hour? Unless…
Hotaru!
She must have missed me after one whole day of not seeing each other!
Mikan slipped down from her bed and eagerly padded over to the door, anticipation spinning giddily in her as she opened the door.
"Hotaru!" She leaped forward, her eyes shining as she wrapped her arms around her visitor.
"Oi."
Mikan blinked from where her head was resting against Hotaru's chest.
"Eh, Hotaru, why is your voice so deep?"
"Baka." Now that she thought about it, Hotaru's voice sounded oddly like Natsume's.
Wait.
Natsume?
Hard chest. Deep voice. The very familiar drawl.
"Eep!" Mikan squeaked out as she leapt away from where she was snuggled against the one and only Hyuuga Natsume.
"Natsume." She choked out, her cheeks on fire as she finally took a proper look at who her visitor was.
Smirking crimson eyes appraised her with sardonic amusement.
"Just because you are my girlfriend doesn't mean that you can molest me, woman." He drawled out.
It took a while for the words to sink in, so badly was she trying not to blush.
"Mo-molest?" She sputtered out, her amber eyes lighting up with a vengeance, "Nat-su-me!"
The crimson eyed male simply smirked, and without a by-your-leave, moved past her into her room.
"What do you think you are doing?" Mikan panicked, one hand shooting out to grab hold of his sleeve.
He ignored her, a critical eye sweeping the room, finally landing on the single bed that dominated the room.
"Small." He commented.
With that single word, he shattered any pride Mikan took in the room, a reward for her hard work in the past.
"Why you…no one asked you for comments! Hmph!" Nettled and insulted, the brunette folded her arms across her chest in annoyance as she bristled at the nonchalant male who had invaded her room without permission.
Giving the room one last lazy scan, Natsume sat down on the bed, eyeing the pink coverlet with bunny prints dubiously.
"What are you doing?!" By now, Mikan's face was a deep puce as steam smoked from her ears. She stormed up to the boy, prepared to haul him up forcibly if needed from her precious bed when he stopped her in her tracks with a single statement.
"I am sleeping here tonight." He raised a brow at her as though daring her to rebuke him.
Mikan felt her jaw drop.
"Sleep..here? "She got out weakly as she stared incredulously at the unruffled flame caster already making himself at home in her bed.
"Here." He confirmed lazily, fixing his crimson eyes on her.
Suddenly, Tsubasa senpai's voice came back to her ominously.
When a male and female sleep together, the female (aka you) will get pregnant.
Get pregnant.
Get pregnant.
Get PREGNANT.
No. No. No. NO. NO!
"Da-me!" The shriek burst out of the brunette with a force of a bullet as she flew towards the startled flame caster. "I don't want to get pregnant!"
The passionate exclamation by the brunette was met by silence on Natsume's part; the boy was looking at the brunette as though she had just sprouted another head.
"What are you talking about woman." He drawled out slowly as one would to a dim child.
"Tsubasa-senpai said that if a male and female sleep together, the female will get pregnant!" She wailed out unhappily, oblivious to the sudden throbbing vein that appeared in the flame caster's temple.
Tsubasa Andou. I am going to kill you. Natsume swore silently even as he aimed an annoyed look at the distraught brunette.
"Who said anything about sleeping together?" The boy drawled out cuttingly.
"Eh? We are not?" In an instant three-hundred-sixty degrees change of mood, the brunette turned from depressed to instantaneous relief in a matter of seconds.
"No. I am sleeping on the bed. You," he tossed her pillow and blanket on the floor, "are sleeping on the floor."
"EHHHHHHHHHHH??!!"
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Later, in the middle of the night…
"Stop whining, baka. I need to sleep."
"You stole my bed!"
"…"
Creak. Thud.
"What do you think you are do- mmmph!" Creak.
"I am letting you sleep on the bed. Be quiet already."
"But I'll become pregnant!"
"You won't be. Howalons neutralize the effects."
"Eh? Really?"
"…I'll get a box tomorrow."
"Okay!"
"Now. Sleep before I burn you. Don't snore."
"I do NOT snore!"
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Mikan woke sleepily to the sound of the soft chirping outside her window.
A gentle breeze blew in, chilling parts of her skin.
She shifted slightly, cuddling closer to the warm entity that was beside her, her arm moving to drape loosely on it.
"Oi."
The single synonym registered only very vaguely in Mikan's sleep-induced state and she simply moved closer, uttering a sleepy mumble in return.
"Baka youjo."
A frown marred Mikan's face as she wondered why on earth she was hearing Natsume's voice early in the morning when decent humans were supposed to be sleeping.
She batted sleepily around her as though it would chase the sound away half-heartedly, not hearing the curse when her hand hit something hard with a thud.
Natsume glared down at the crown of the sleeping female entwined all around him as her hand hit his nose.
Their legs were tangled up together, one of her hand beneath him, her head tucked under his chin. In their said position, Natsume was finding it very hard to breathe because the idiot was hugging him too tightly and sleeping right on top of him.
And she was drooling on his shirt.
He was going to kill her.
"Oi, bighead." This time, he added a light shove to the shoulder.
She shifted, and lifted her head from its prone position on his chest.
One eyelid cracked open, revealing a sleepy amber eye that looked at him blankly for a while.
He watched in part amusement as recognition filtered in, then horror.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She shoved him, apparently trying to get as far away from him as possible, but she forgot about how they were tangled up together.
They ended up tumbling onto the ground with a painful 'thud' and into a position more compromising than the one before.
A deep blush stained the brunette's cheeks as she realized just how close she was to the flame caster, their noses scant inches away from touching.
At this very moment, a thunder of footsteps sounded right outside Mikan's room (probably drawn by her dulcet tones) and the door was forcibly flung open before they could remedy their positions.
A troop of their classmates filed in, demanding what the matter was before a silence, so thick one could slice through it with a knife, fell.
Eyes pinned onto our two favourite hero and heroine, who were currently trying very hard to appear as though they were not doing anything wrong.
That is, for Mikan anyway.
Natsume simply raised a brow, daring anyone, anyone at all to comment.
"AHHHHHH!!! SAKURA MIKAN JUST RAPED NATSUME-KUUNNNNN!!!!"
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.dame: no
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.author's note.
if you all would be so nice as to point out the mistakes in this chapter, i would appreciate it loads:')
another chapter or two, this story will come to an end :') there will be a sequel coming in the future; do you really think i am going to let off our favourite couple so easily? ;'p
next chapter, Koko and gang are up to no good! we have a mysterious love letter to our dear heroine! and Natsume-kun, why are you all green? -grins- preparations for the valentine's day's ball is in full swing, but Ruka, what have you done?
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