"MIKAN….MIKAN SAKURA!!!!!" the announcer yelled. Was that my name? Was it? I screamed and jumped on the table. I kicked off my school bag and my lunch tray. Who cares if my fried chicken fell off? Who cares if my apple juice fell? I WAS THE WINNER!! I WAS THE WINNER!!!!! I'M GOING TO MEET RUKA!! I'M GOING TO MEET RUKA!!!! I'M GOING TO MEET RUKA!!!!!!

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Chapter Two: Arrival in Tokyo

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We arrived in Tokyo during lunch time. Being in the big city was thrilling, taxis and flashy sports cars sped through the highways, gigantic buildings with glass elevators, business men and woman bustling through the big city crowd, huge "TV screens" on walls advertising different products, and department stores with expensive perfume and posh jewelry displayed on the show windows… it was like a dream come true.

Hotaru and I exited the airport to find who'll be picking us up. A lot of chauffeurs stood near the entrance holding pieces of paper that had different names written on it. We looked like clueless small town girls.

"Mikan Sakura?" a man wearing dark shades and a suit came up to us. He looked like a bodyguard. This was SO COOL!!! Are we going to get VIP treatment or something???

"Are you the bodyguard of the stars of My Favorite Loser?" Hotaru questioned, taking out her camera from her backpack.

"Chauffeur" he replied.

She quickly snapped away. "What are you doing?" he snapped.

"Taking photographs of you. My idiot friends would die to see photos of Natsume Hyuuga's chauffeur" Hotaru responded, rolling her eyes.

The chauffeur took us to the parking lot, we saw a long, white stretch limo. My eyes gleamed at the thought of sitting down where Ruka would be sitting down. I smiled as he opened the door for us. We both entered and I squealed as I saw what was before me.

A stereo system, a mini television with a DVD player and plenty of DVDs of 'My Favorite Loser' including hidden episodes!! But I already saw those hidden episodes on the internet and read summaries in chat forums. There was a mahogany coffee table in the middle of the limo with a pitcher of iced tea and tiny glasses. There was also a bottle of champagne (but my grandpa forbids me to drink champagne, since I'm 'underage')

There was a red jacket on the floor. It was an Armani. "Who owns this?" I asked, taking the jacket.

"Oh? That's Mr. Ruka Nogi's. He left it there – he wore it in last week's premiere. I guess he forgot to take it back with him. I'll return it to him later, thanks for telling me" the chauffeur responded.

My heart took off the moment he said that. I held the jacket in my arms and smelled it. Ahh…the perfume was obviously Ralph Lauren. His favorite imported men's cologne. I took a loose thread and inserted it in my purse. He's so HOT!!!!!!!

Hotaru took pictures of the items inside the limo, although the chauffer kept on reminding her not to, for the privacy of the celebrities – but she was too stubborn to obey. Plus, its useless to tell Hotaru NOT to do something.

In the meantime, I stood and stared at Tokyo through the over-head window of the limo. I could see restaurants, department stores, trees (but that's nothing exciting), airplanes, people riding bicycles, a gigantic billboard of "My Favorite Loser" with Ruka and Natsume on it. Ruka's face gets more handsome each time I stare into his deep blue eyes.

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After a few traffic jams, we got to Tokyo Media Industries. My heart was beating as fast as it could as the chauffeur opened the door and lead us inside. We walked through the quiet hallway, only telephones and our footsteps could be heard. The wall was filled with photos of different celebrities (one of them was Ruka) and sitcoms that Tokyo Media produces.

"Wait here" he told us and knocked on a door. A woman came out. She had short dark brown hair (Darker than mine) and was wearing a white shirt, a blue necktie and a gray skirt.

"OHMYGOSHHHH!!! You must be the winners of the contest!! My name is Yuri Kasemi, director of My Favorite Loser!!" She screeched, hugging Hotaru and I.

"Listen, I love to get to know you girls better but I've got this urgent meeting!! I think Ruka and Natsume are in the Celebrity Lounge, 15th Floor. The rest of the cast are not here right now, I think they're in a model or commercial shooting… anyway, I'm sure Ruka and Natsume will be ecstatic to meet you!"

And with that, she skedaddled out of where we were. We didn't even get to talk or ask questions. She's some strange person.

Hotaru and I walked to the elevator. We pressed the 'UP' button. My heart was pounding fast, I was thinking of what to say to Ruka. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and muttered "Hi, I'm Mikan… no…Hi I'm Mikan Sakura… I'm the winner… no too bold…Hi I'm…"

The elevator door opened, it was a glass elevator that viewed the sites of Tokyo city…and…

Natsume?! Oh great. Why couldn't it be Ruka? Hotaru and I got on. It felt awkward, he glanced at us every so often like he was thinking "Who the hell are these girls? They're not from the press are they? They're not paparazzi are they?"

"Sakura Mikan…" I whispered softly, extending my hand. This will be a good chance to introduce myself, and probably know more about my lovely Ruka. Maybe the tabloids were wrong, maybe he could be a nice guy. "Winner of the contest"

He glanced at my hand disgustingly as if I had an infectious disease. He looked away and grunted. "Um… here…" I said, taking the lunchbox Anna gave me and showing it to him.

"My friend made it. She's a great cook…" I looked at the level. We were in the 4th floor only. This elevator was SO SLOW. "It's…it's… tempura, I think"

He took the lunchbox and opened it, yup it was tempura. He closed the lunchbox and threw it at my face. Pbbt!!! Tempura and rice drooped all over my face, my new t-shirt. I wasn't sad that I was ruined. I was pissed off because Anna took time making that meal…and my new shirt was ruined.

6th floor.

"HEY!! MY FRIEND TOOK TIME MAKING THAT!!!" I yelled, removing a shrimp that was stuck to my neck.

"Like I care" he muttered.

"You don't have courtesy at all"

"I don't need 'em" he said, and smirked at how my face was now red…and full of rice.

"YOU…YOU…!" I lunged at him, Hotaru snapped away with her camera as I attempted to beat him up. I balled my fists and tried to hit him on his cheek, but he dodged and just kicked my leg, I fell on him and pulled his hair. Huwahahha!!!

10th floor… the elevator door parted and opened. A man who looked like he worked here, entered – a strange look was pasted on his face. I know what he could be saying "who's this girl with Natsume? And omygod…she's on top of him?!?!?! I didn't know Natsume could get so intimate…"

I stood up and wiped the food all over me, Natsume did the same and he fixed his messy hair.

"Sakura Mikan" I said nervously, extending my hand to the man who just entered. "Winner of the contest" I grinned.

He shook my hand. "Jonathan Yamida, producer of My Favorite Loser" my face fell. HE WAS THE PRODUCER??? I was caught fighting with Natsume by the PRODUCER?!?!?!?!

"Hotaru" Hotaru said calmly, and carefully snapped a photo. "President of the Photography Club at school, 15 years old and have the qualifications of a professional photographer. You may hire me as a paparazzi" she said and handed him a business card.

Mr. Yamida sweatdropped.

Mr. Yamida got off at the 12th floor and I followed Natsume to the 15th floor. "Oh no… you're not getting off here – get off in the rooftop, where you can jump off this building"

"Thanks but no thanks" I hissed, as I got off the elevator with him. My eyes sparkled at what was before me. It was a huge lounge, probably the size of ten classrooms back at home. It had a maroon velvet carpet and a huge red lava lamp as a pillar. There were fluffy sofas and the whole wall was simply an aquarium, they were divided into two sections – Freshwater and Saltwater.

Fish and other animals swam gracefully and I felt like crying, I haven't seen anything this beautiful since my last thought of Ruka.

"Can you just go away?!?! I'm getting pissed with you lagging behind me, it's not entertaining to see an idiotic girl my age drooling all over the carpet"

"I'm the winner of the contest, excuse me – and Ms. Kasemi told me that I can stay in the Celebrity Lounge!!!" I said, showing him my fist – I have a fist and I'm not afraid to use it!!!!

"Whatever. You're here to see Ruka, aren't you?" He smirked.

"How do you know that?"

"Check your backpack. It has a: I LOVE RUKA pin on it. Oh God, you're pathetic"

"You're just jealous because Ruka's hotter than you!!" I yelled.

"I heard someone call my name" a familiar angelic voice said, Hotaru took her camera and snapped who was before us. My heart leapt.

"Don't you dare act like an idiot in front of your crush" Hotaru whispered. AWWW!! She's the best, best friend in the world!!! I attempted to hug her but she dodged, making me fall on the velvet carpet, I stood up right away and extended my hand in greeting (like I always do)

"Mikan Sakura" I said softly, my hand shaking and my forehead sweating with nervousness. My heart was about to tear apart…

"Ruka Nogi" he smiled, and shook my hand. I'M NEVER WASHING MY HAND AGAIN!!!!!

"Are you okay? Um, you've got rice on your t-shirt" he smiled. I blushed.

"Yeah. You're friend Natsume…"

"Not my fault that she's stupid" Natsume said, as Ruka glared at him.

"YOU'RE MORE STUPID!" I yelled at him.

"Um, let me make it up to you for Natsume's rudeness. You want to go out to dinner tonight? What hotel are you staying in?"

"Tokyo Palace" I responded softly.

"That's very near this building. I'll pick you and your friend…" "Hotaru" Hotaru said, handing him a business card. "At seven tonight – what's your favorite food?"

"Italian" I replied. No, not really – it's just that Italian food is Ruka's favorite…and it would be great to see him slurp spaghetti into his mouth and see a bit of sauce on his cheek. Hehe.

"Like mine! I'll take you girls to my favorite Italian restaurant later. And Natsume will come with us…right Natsume?"

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever" came the boring, dull reply of that lunchbox thrower!!!!!

"Okay, so we'll pick you up tonight at seven and take you to our favorite Italian restaurant, is that okay with you?"

Oh God. It's more than okay… I nodded, trying to hold my smile.

I've got a date with a celebrity!!!

Better yet, it's RUKA!!

Ugh…and Natsume.

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End of Chapter Two

Author's Note: Chapter III will be mainly about what will happen in the restaurant and Mikan's first cheek-kiss? O.O Maybe so, Natsume on the other hand takes his anger on spaghetti… perhaps there will be a food fight… or an accidental spaghetti incident. I'll be back after 10 more reviews!