DEADLY ENCOUNTER EQUALS LOVE
CHAPTER 1
This is my first ever fanfic, so please bear with me. Don't forget to review. Suggestions are well accepted.
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In the busy streets of Tokyo, a certain brunette is running for her life. Her curly hair waves beautifully and her amber-colored eyes show a hint of fear and worry as she dashes towards Sacré Bleu, the café where she works. She stopped before swallowing the lump in her throat and opening the elegant yet trendy door that encloses the magnificent café that waits inside. It was a world that ordinarily people cannot comprehend. It was equipped with the best appliances and furniture that money can afford and was designed by the best interior designer in the world. Already inside were some prominent figures that are often seen on newspapers and televisions. This luxurious café that caters only the elite of Japan is one of the many businesses under the Hyuuga Group of Companies, the leading and most influential business conglomerate in Asia and is second only to the Microsoft Corporation in the world.
Before Mikan Sakura can head to her locker and change into her uniform her Boss, Sumire Shouda, was already on her tail.
"This is the third time you're late this month, Miss Sakura. DO you know what that means? One more and you're so outta here. If only you weren't recommended her by Hotaru Imai I would have kicked your ugly face months ago. Damn, connections. " Permy, as what her employees call her, is furious because one thing she hates most in the world is tardiness, and our bubbly and cheerful brunette is already getting in her nerves.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I promise this won't happen again."
'Hello Hello Baby. You called I can't hear a thing…' Sumire took her phone from her pocket and, before answering the call, warned Mikan.
"You better should Miss Sakura or else." "Hello Luna. How are the preparations going on? The first Natsume-Ruka Fan Club should be perfect." Mikan watched the retreating figure of her dark green colored eyed Boss, who is the President of the Natsume-Ruka Fan Club. The girl she's talking on the phone is Luna Koizumi, her best friend and Vice-President of the same club. They are organizing the first ever gathering of the Natsume Hyuuga, heir of the Hyuuga fortune, and Ruka Nogi, Natsume's best friend and the heir of the Nogi Hospital, the first accredited medical center by the International Joint Commission and whose facilities rank second to none, fan club. It is made of approximately a million girls from all of Japan and still growing.
"She's a real pain the ass. That Permy. " A pink-haired behind the23-year old brunette said.
"Oh. Good morning Anna-chan." Mikan said as she turned around towards the source of the voice, Anna Umenomiya, another worker at the Sacre Bleu. She's at the same age group as Mikan and has amazing baking skills. Most of the cakes sold in the café were baked by her.
"Good morning Mikan-chan. You were scolded by Permy, right?" Anna said as she placed her clothes in her locker and took out her uniform.
Mikan followed suit. "It was my fault anyway. I know she hates tardiness and yet here I am late for the third time this month."
"Oh come on Mikan. You were only two minutes late. She could cut you some slack." Mikan only laughed at her friend's antics. "By the way, why were late today?"
"I was looking for my hairpin."
"Oh." Anna didn't dare to dig into the matter anymore. She knows too well the history of the hairpin. After all, what caught her attention the first time they met was that same hairpin. It was quite old, yet, it shows a distinctive beauty and it has a unique design. It was embedded with precious stones arranged in an extrinsic pattern. She can't help but ask about it. And from what she learned, the pin was the last gift her parents bought her. Her parents were on their way home to celebrate Mikan's 16th birthday when they met a cross-traffic accident. When Mikan arrived at the hospital her mother gave her a box wrapped in a cute ribbon before taking her last gasp of air. Her dad was already dead upon arrival. It was seven years since then and she can't still get over her parents death. Talking about it, saddened her. The only reason Mikan managed to survive during the past years was because of her best friend Hotaru Imai, the genius inventor. They lived next to each other in the same apartment complex before Hotaru's inventions were noticed by the world. Mikan always went to visit her purple eyed best friend, and when her parents passed away, Hotaru asked her to live with them. Since then, Mikan has been living her life at the Imai's Household, which is located at one of the richest districts in Tokyo. She was ashamed of living off the Imais, so she asked if she could work as a maid there to pay off their kindness, but, Hotaru declined saying that they don't need another stupid maid, instead she recommended her to the Sacre Bleu, where she's a frequent customer, and since there was a vacancy that time, Mikan was accepted right away.
"Good morning Yuu-kun." Our brunette greeted the 25-year old lad, Yuu Inchou that works as a cashier at the same café.
"Good morning Sakura-san." The man with large brown eyes and long eyelashes with short dirty blond hair that lays flat on his head with the bangs swaying to the right wearing eyeglasses, smiled. Before they could continue their conservation, the door swung open and a man in his late twenties, entered. He found a seat at the right end of the café and seems to be looking around. Mikan approached the man with the dark blue eyes and hair, and flashy star under his right eye.
"Good morning, sir. Do you want to take your order now or are you waiting for somebody?"
"Oh. Seems like somebody doesn't recognize me." A playful smile was pasted on the man's lips.
"Excuse me sir." Mikan said with a questioning look on her face.
"Really now, it's only been ten years since we last saw each other and you no longer recognize your beloved onicchan." The man was laughing now as realization struck the brunette. "Oh my gosh! Tsubasa- onicchan. Is that really you? I didn't recognize you. Oh my gosh. I missed you. When did you return? What are you doing here? How did you know I work here? And how did you even recognize me?" Tsubasa Ando also lived in the same apartment complex as Hotaru and Mikan. He was a brotherly figure to Mikan. He loved her as a sister and she too loved him as a brother. He went to America when he was 18 years old to study there. He left two years after Hotaru did. ( Hotaru left when she and Mikan were 11 years old and Tsubasa, then, was 16.)
"Woah, Mikan-chan. One question as a time and can you sit down. It's kinda awkward talking while you're standing there and me sitting here." Mikan motioned to sit opposite of Tsubasa Ando. "First off, I arrived from Las Vegas a week ago. I'm sorry I wasn't here when Uncle Kaname and Aunt Yuki died." The 28-year old bachelor saw the pain in Mikan's eyes and decided to drop the subject. "Answering second question, I'm here because I just nailed a contract with Natsume Hyuuga. You know him, right? The almighty and awesome heir of the Hyuuga Group." Tsubasa laughed at his own words.
"What's so awesome about that guy. I hate him. He plays with girls all the time. He takes in whoever throw their bodies at him and sumps them after he's done with them. He's just a rich jerk. Nothing amazing about him at all." Mikan retorded.
The man can help but laugh. Her cute little sister was damn right. And aside from what she said, that Hyuuga is too arrogant for his own sake. He thinks he's so mighty. "Wow, Mikan-chan, don't forget that this café is theirs and that was the first time I heard you badmouth somebody. That was totally out of you character. Guess you really hate that guy." Tsubasa was really amused. It was rare for her to say something like that.
"You bet." Both laughed at their antics. "So Tsubasa-nicchan what does that Hyuuga have to do with you being here."
"Oh. Right. Right. Right. I forgot. As I was saying before, I nailed a contract with him and since I heard form Hotaru-chan that you're working I decided to surprise you since as you are well aware of the Hyuuga Main Headquarters is right there." The man pointed at his left, towards the direction of the 79-storey building.
'In New York, where concrete jungles are made, oh. '
Tsubasa Ando answered his phone and left saying that his secretary is looking for him and his dead if he doesn't meet her immediately. Her beloved onicchan was just too excited in meeting her that he forgot about an appointment with the Reo Mori, the jerk's (Natsume) uncle. She reminisced the times when Hotaru, Tsubasa and she were still playing in the park beyond their apartment complex. She can't help but miss those times and pity her for the state she's currently in. Those three promised at the same time that they would become famous and prominent figures someday. And now, look at far how those two have gone. Hotaru's a world known inventor and Tsubasa's a famous diplomat. They have become part of the news and look at her working as a waiter at a café. Sure, it was no ordinary café, but, still she wished that someday, she can again stand on the same ground as those two. Before, Mikan can continue her drama, Permy interrupted her thoughts.
"Miss Sakura. Go and bring two chocolate mousses and two espresso coffee to the secretarial office of the Hyuuga HQ. It's on the 75th floor. Don't forget where you'll bring it and be fast, we don't need slow people here."
Mikan took the orders and was already on her way towards the building. While crossing the streets, a tall man in a hurry brushed his hands on her hair. The hairpin fell off, she picked it up, but, before she can stand up, the stop light turned green, signaling the cars to go.
'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep.'
"Oh no." "AHhh!" Mikan was evading all the cars while finding her way towards the side of the road. She was so happy when she was nearly near the sidewalk that she didn't notice a speeding Mercedes BenzSLR McLaren Roadster. Mikan remembered nothing except for the screeching sound of the Benz before her consciousness left her.
