Winter Holiday Gone Wrong

Written by The Lonely Serenade

Disclaimer: You know already, I don't own GA .

Day 4 — The Unexpected Date

The brunette haired girl groaned tiredly and plopped herself to the bed. Right after she positioned herself, she sighed in content and snuggled up even more. Well, for sure her eyelids were betraying her mind who clearly told her to wake up and do her stupid damn homework. These days had been tough for her; her life was no longer normal, and her once peaceful life was ruined. And it was happening because of Natsume Hyuuga. The boy had been teasing her non-stop and she couldn't help but wondering whether he was good, or bad. The guy was utterly confusing and she didn't know if he was playing on her for his own amusement or he really wanted to be her . . . her friend.

Still, even the name brought nausea to her stomach. Not to mention, she forgot about her homework and today, Tsubasa-senpai had found tons of paper piling up in the mailbox. It seems that Ryuuki, the brunette's charming brother has mailed them because for sure Mikan will kill him if he came personally.

She took a glace on her mountains of homework and made a disgusted look at them. "Aaaah! That's it! I'm going crazy!" she screamed in frustration.

Then suddenly, a voice spoke up, "You don't have to say that out loud polkadots, you're already crazy in the first place, why bother telling it to the whole world?"

Mikan's brows twitched simultaneously and her head swirled to the direction of the voice. She narrowed her hazel eyes, but it soon turned into a glare.

"What the heck are you doing in my room? Have you heard anything called privacy?" she exclaimed while stomping at his direction. She folded her arms on her chest and hardened her glare at him, "And why are you always end up in my room? Did you plan this?"

Natsume rolled his crimson orbs and grinned smugly. "I've knocked. But there's no respond and when I came in you've already shouting like a mad man. Though I was hoping that you'll be in the bathroom so I'll be seeing you nak—"

"What?" she screeched as her eyes widen in mere second.

"I said, I was hoping that you'll be nake—"

"I know that! Just—don't say it out loud!"

Oh Lord, he smirked boyishly and Mikan couldn't believe that his brother even befriend a pervert like him! God, he was mental I tell you! She'd suggest him to go to a psychologist later. They stared into each other's eyes and there was a silent, a long, long silent that's infuriating— that's what Mikan thought.

"Oh, cherries," he started cooly.

Mikan was startled because of his statement. Why did he call her cherries, it was so sickening corny and mushy and a stupid cocky person like him wouldn't—

Gasp.

Finally realization hit her. "Why did you call me cherries Hyuuga?" she snapped.

Natsume directed his gaze at her face, and then rolled back at the sight of her room. "That's your undergarment's pattern, why else?"

Mikan growled and her eyes were raging with embarrassment. How dare he peek at her undergarments, again!

"You don't have to peek at them! And you seriously have a peeking management issue!" she accused while walking towards the door and opened it widely for him. "And get out of here!"

"Wait, cherr—"

"I said get out! I'm busy!" And as she said that, she pushed Natsume out from her room and locked the door in an instant. Natsume felt pissed and cursed under his breath because he fell down on his butt when Mikan pushed him, and to think that he was actually going to help her with her homeworks because he knew that she—Ryuuki's ingenious brother was stupid; an idiot to be precise.

Tch . . . Damnation.

Mikan blinked and pouted frustratingly. Why did God have to be so unfair today? First the stupid homework, and now this pervert won't even have a day without troubling her! Why did he even take a bother to come to her room just to annoy her? Why? Did he need her for something, or maybe, he was going to tell her something?

Hahahaha.

Dear readers, that was the sound of Mikan's mind laughing in a sarcastic way. Don't forget that it was churning with Mikan's snorts as the sound effect. She was way, way cursing her brain for even thinking that the Mr-I'm-so-great will take the pleasure to tell her something.

She almost forgot one thing. He was an impolite lazy ass bastard.

She could never imagine a smiling Natsume calling her cheerfully and told that he has something to say to her. That'll be creepy—and she practically shivered at her own thoughts.

Then she heard a knock on the door.

She furrowed her brows together and glared holes at the door. What did he want now? Didn't he have enough fun tormenting her already?

"What do you want? I have no time doing some chit-chat with you! Go away!" she snapped.

Then suddenly, Mikan heard something fell down and she immediately ran toward the door to see what's happening. If it was really Hyuuga falling down, that will embarrassed him to no end, while laughing evilly, she prepared her camera and opened her door to see a falling person in a pile of book.

Unfortunately it was not Hyuuga.

Mikan's smirking face turned into a bright frown and she sighed. Well, what did she expect? To think that the pervert can actually embarrassed himself in a matter of second—He got a lot of pride and she was sure that it'll not be easy to do it. Speaking of which, she noted the person in front of her and laughed.

"Tsubasa-senpai? What're you doing sitting in a pile of book?" she asked as she stretched her arm for him to take. Tsubasa gave a thankful smile and gladly took her hand.

"Well, I've got something to tell you," he answered nervously while scratching his head.

Mikan tilted her head in confusion and smiled. "Uhm, why don't you come in first? I think you've a secret to tell me."

Tsubasa nodded at her and walked into her room. But, he stopped almost suddenly and gazed at her. "Mikan, are you sure? Because I was sure that a minute ago you're yelling at me and telling me to go away?" he asked.

Mikan laughed throatily and shakes her head in denial. "Oh, that. . . Don't worry, I thought you're that pervert so I automatically shouted. Sorry about that." Mikan explained while closing the door as they entered her room.

Tsubasa's face twitched into a naughty smirk and a playful grin crossed his handsome face. Mikan noticed this and scowled. "What are you grinning at?"

Tsubasa shrugged and patted her head. "It seems that you and Natsume are getting closer huh? Falling for him already?" he mentioned, as beads of sweat started to trickle down his head the minute he said this because Mikan threw him a cold glare.

"Don't even think about it. I'm not falling for him, I hate him. Because—"

"He's a pervert?" Tsubasa guessed. Mikan moved her head up and down and sighed, "Exactly."

But then again, there's a thin line between love and hate . . .

Tsubasa then snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat. "Um, I'm just going to go to the point then," he stated as he showed the books that he fell down on earlier to Mikan.

"Yes?"

"You see, I think this book will be useful for you. Just . . . Just open it," he ordered. Mikan obliged and she took the books from his hand. Her eyes widened as she flipped through each page, her hazel eyes roaming around the neatly written handwriting on the book. How the hell did Tsubasa get these answers? He must be a genius!

Mikan broke the silence while kept staring at the books. "This was—"

"The answer sheets for your homework."

Mikan squealed and cheered loudly, she stood up and danced an unknown dance in circle, her hair bouncing in the air following her every moves. "Thanks Tsubasa-senpai, I owe you one!" she chortled in happiness.

Tsubasa just smiled but he then frowned again when he noticed that the girl was no longer dancing around.

"What's wrong?" he asked curiously.

Mikan then put the books back and bowed at his feet. "Please oh please Tsubasa-senpai, I really, really need this book so—"

"Mikan? I'm not asking it back so you could−"

"So please name anything you want me to do, you must be planning on som—"

"Wait, what? Mikan? What are you tal—"

"You need me for something right? That's why you gave me this book." Mikan answered, her brows looped down. Tsubasa sweat dropped at the sudden change of her moods. Girls really are scary, especially their constant changing mood swing. And he was surprised with her skills on judging things. For someone so dense, she could be pretty sharp at noticing others.

Then, he finally absorbed Mikan's word and they kept on ringing on his head.

"Please senpai, I'll do everything you ask me to do! Of course the possible things, but please—I'll do anything to get this book, so please! I can't stand those stupid algebras, physics, literatu—"

"Will you go on a date with me?" Tsubasa blurted out, stopping her non-stop babblings. By that time, the only thing that managed to pass her mind was . . .

"Huh?"

Mikan took a deep gaze at her reflection on the mirror; twirling slightly as she smiled and clasped her hands together. She looked perfect.

She wore a beautiful baby blue dress that reach her knees, showing her long slender legs perfectly, and since it was winter—And bloody cold too add, she wore a matching blue jacket to wrapped her body and kept it warm. She pinned her loose hair with a clip, and there, done.

Why did she dress up today you ask? Oh, simple. She agreed to Tsubasa's offer yesterday. Though he's not really having a date with him, there's nothing wrong to keep your looks right? Actually, she had refused Tsubasa once, but agreed later after he told her that he was asking her to go to a date with him because he need a love advice from her. It seems that they couldn't do it at home, seeming that Tono had put a video camera in every room. Mikan was freaked out because it means that it was the betrayal of her privacy but Tsubasa said that it was guarded with a sensor. And her heart calmed down immediately.

She walked out of her room, locked it and she skipped happily while walking down the stairs. This time, without falling down which was— A remarkable achievements because she had fallen from this stairs for God-knows-how-many-times.

She greeted Ruka who was passing by her, and Tsubasa told her that Ruka was the only one knew about their date. Koko and Kitsuneme were having a sleepover on their parents' house, and Tono was still sleeping soundly.

"Good morning Ruka-kun!" she greeted him.

Ruka flashed a warm smile towards her, but he was actually feeling jealous inside because Tsubasa has the chance to go on a date with her. But on the other side, he was quite happy because two enemy has fell down as now he know that both Tono and Tsubasa has no feelings for the lovely brunette, which makes him relief a bit.

"Good morning to you too Sakura. Are you excited about the date?" he asked.

Mikan nodded in response and continued her walk to the living room. "Bye Ruka-kun, see you later!" she waved her hand.

Mikan took noted of how the mansion was so big; she even needed ten minutes to reach the living room. Crap, it was so big!

Finally, she entered the living room as her nose perked up at the familiar scent of Lemon. She loves the living room's scent, because it has the scent of Lemon, with the mixed of Lavender, which reminds her of Hotaru.

Unfortunately for her again, her happy thought were broken as she saw a familiar figure sitting carelessly on the sofa. With both arms folding behind his head, his legs rested on the marble table, but what made the person clear was the manga that's covering the person's face.

It was Natsume Hyuuga.

Mikan prayed inside that Natsume was sleeping; as she walked quietly, only the faint tapping sounds of her heels that's heard and she smiled brightly as she saw the figure kept still, meanings he didn't hear that.

But that was wrong.

"Little girl, where do you think you're going?"

Mikan almost tripped on her heels as she winced at the coldness of the sound. Gosh, seemed like someone woke up in the wrong side of the bed today.

"Hyuuga. I—umm.. I," she stuttered as she turned to look at Natsume's scowling face and the fact that his crimson eyes were twinkling in amusement. She looked at the watch on the wall and gasped.

She has no time worrying about this, she'll be late!

"Um.. I—I'm going to go shopping with my friends, bye!" she dashed out of the room, opening the door in the main mansion and walked hurriedly to the main gate. She didn't know why did she have to lie to him, but she just felt that if she told him the truth, something bad will happened, but neither this make her feelings better.

Natsume's crimson eyes trailed the disappearing figure and he scowled. Polkadots was lying because she was obviously not a good liar.

Something's going on here. And he's going to find out no matter what.

Tsubasa squirmed nervously while looking at his watch. Mikan was late and he was nervous! What if she didn't come, but he really, really need her advice! He laughed sheepishly about the idea and the fact that they live in the same house but they didn't go to the date together? It was because he knew that if a certain person knows about their date, he's going to die in an early age.

And he clearly didn't want that to happen, so he took the bother to ask Mikan if they can went outside at a different time. Nobody will get suspicious.

His head turned as he heard running steps from behind. His midnight blue eyes swirled in cheerfulness as he looked at his lovely kouhai.

Her creamy cheeks were tainted with rosy color, and her hair was disheveled but it was still cute in a way. He was sure that if he didn't have a crush on Misaki, he's going to fall for her too. Good thing he didn't, because if he did, he'll have two of the most wanted guys as his enemy.

"Mikan, you came!" he claimed, showing his oh-so-killing smirk at her. Mikan rolled her eyes and punched his chest playfully. "Well, if I didn't, then I'll have to say goodbye to my answer sheets didn't I?" she replied flatly. Tsubasa grinned even more and ruffled her hair. "Good to have a deal with you Mikan, now let's go on shall we?" he asked, bowing down at her.

Mikan giggled and took his hands. "Come on now Prince Tsubasa, escort Princess Mikan will you?" Mikan joked as they laughed together, and for the people that are passing by . . . They looked like a couple.

"So, what kind of love advice you wanted to ask me, Tsubasa-senpai?" Mikan confirmed straight to the point. Tsubasa took out his mobile phone and turned to look at her, pulling her hands in his.

"Geez Mikan, let's find a place to talk first, you're taking it too fast you know." Tsubasa alleged while dragging her to a certain place.

"Ummm…. Oookay. By the way, what's this place?" Mikan asked as her eyes blinked and they glowed in surprise at the sight of the place.

Tsubasa pointed at the sign on top of the buildings. "This is Central Town, and this is a big shopping district. You can find anything you want, they have almost everything here. But never mind that, where do you want to go first?"

Mikan thought for a while and she glimpsed at Tsubasa while laughing evilly. Tsubasa's pocket scrunched up in warning because he felt that he's going to lose something. He had a very bad feeling about this.

Mikan sliced up the last piece of cake that she's taken in her stomach, burping slightly and she took the last sip at her vanilla latte. She wiped the cream on her mouth with her handkerchief, glancing at the crying Tsubasa because of his lost in money.

"Tsubasa-senpai, are you okay?" Mikan assured symphatically. Tsubasa glared at her before showing the inside of his wallet, which was empty. "You got me broke you know that Mikan? I mean, seriously, ten cakes? You'll get cavities later," he advised, rubbing his aching temples. Mikan flashed him a contented smile and tapped on his finger.

"So, what do you want to know? I didn't just waste your money for anything you know. You also need to get what you want," Mikan announced, grinning slightly at the face of Tsubasa who returned back to his usual composure.

"Oh yeah, that, right. You see . . . I—I—I—I—"

"You, you, you, you?"

"I-I-I-"

"Oh just said it already!" Mikan interrupted, "Let it out!"

"I had a crush on a girl." he answered, and he regretted saying that as he clamped his mouth and looked at the silent Mikan. Her mouth twitched slowly, ready to make a gaping expression. But instead of gaping, she laughed out loud and clutched on her stomach, hard.

"What's so funny?" Tsubasa stated wryly, "I didn't recall I've said anything funny."

Mikan wiped the tears on her eyes and pointed her still shaking finger at him. "That's not it Tsubasa-senpai! It's just, so . . . weird! Seriously, you're the worst dealer I've ever met in my whole entire world!" she sneered; her eyes glimmered mockingly at him. Tsubasa frowned and made a bored face. "Are you just going to insult me or will you tell me why the heck did you say that?"

"Oh, sorry about that." Mikan answered, not actually meaning it.

"Well?"

Mikan took a deep breath and smirked. "First, you're the worst dealer ever because you gave me a treasure sheet for my homework, with the change of advice on how to court a girl you has a crush with."

Tsubasa narrowed his eyes, still indicating that he didn't get the ridiculous point. "So?"

Mikan slapped her forehead and sighed. "God, you know nothing about girls." she muttered.

"That's why I said I need an advice from you," Tsubasa pointed out.

"You see, we, girls, just want a guy for who he is. And so you've wasted your money and your genius brain just to get this stupid answer, how did this didn't make you the worst dealer ever?" Mikan convulsed, her mouth parted into a meaningful smirk.

Tsubasa mouthed an "OOO" at her while laughing at his stupidity.

"By the way, who's the lucky girl?"

He thought for a while and pulled out a photo of a beautiful pink-haired girl. "This girl, Harada Misaki. She was my childhood friend but since middle school we've gone to a different school, and fortunately, you go to the same school as her. I need your help to observe her,"

"Oh, Misaki-senpai?" she blinked, and then she laughed. "She was one of my besties! And oh damn! She didn't have a boy friend Tsubasa-senpai! You're so lucky! So you don't need to worry, no one has yet to claim her," Mikan asserted, patting his shoulder.

Tsubasa cupped his cheeks frustratingly and clenched his fist. "It'll not be easy. Tono was after her too. That's why we can't talk inside the house," he grunted.

Mikan stayed silent and she suddenly stood up. "You know what Tsubasa-senpai? I took back my words, you need a lot of list of things to buy," she affirmed while nodding her head repeatedly. Tsubasa's eyes widened and he clicked his tongue inside hardly, meanings he needed more money to spend.

"You need to know Misaki-senpai as a start. First, the colors. Misaki-senpai's favorite color was —"

"Pink," they said in chorus. Tsubasa crackled up in laughter and so is Mikan. Well you could tell that though Misaki is a bit tomboy, she loved pink. That's obvious when you look at her face, pink hair, and pink eyes. Simply pink everything.

"Okay, good. And you need chocolates, flowers, ribbons, dresses—"

"Need what?" Tsubasa choked on his mineral water. His mouth suddenly went dry as Mikan kept on rambling on the stuffs he needed to buy to get Misaki's heart.

Mikan pouted and grinned mischievously, "Well, you want to get her heart right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"And you knew that Tono was a womanizer, a man with woman issues?"

Tsubasa gritted his teeth, "Yes, but —"

"No buts senpai, love needs some sacrifices, don't you think so?" she pressed, "So, hurry up. We're going to start with clothes. Oh, and you might be getting blind by the colors later, you don't mind do you?"

Tsubasa cried animatedly at her as he was dragged by Mikan to go on with their so-called date. Though it ended up with Tsubasa spending his money on stupid things, courtesy of Mikan that is.

And because of that, Tsubasa started to hate pink more than ever.

Mikan opened the door of the mansion quietly. She had spent a lot of time in Central Town today, and it was a blast! It seemed that fate was on her side today because they met Misaki on Central Town and she, becoming a good and understanding kouhai, left them alone so they could enjoy on their date.

She wanted to laugh at Tsubasa's flustered expression when Misaki found him in a woman clothing section while he himself was holding a pink skirt on his hand. Well, at least her plans did work smoothly. You can't call her love doctor for nothing.

She shivered at the coldness of winter and she cursed the bloody season for being so uncooperative with her. Little did she know; someone was watching her every move right after she went inside the mansion.

Mikan walked to the stairs quietly she felt like a burglar who's sneaking in.

Oh why am I thinking this? This is my home now.

Slowly, the person who watched her stretched one of his arms, and pulled her body close to his. Mikan wanted to scream but the person clamped Mikan's mouth tightly, and she could felt the person's mint breath on her neck.

She struggled helplessly from the person's grasp but the person won't let her free. The person neared his lips and as his cold lips touched her soft ear, she couldn't help but felt shiver running down her spine.

At least she could tell that the person is a "he", by feeling his tall and muscular body against hers.

"Enjoy your shopping time, Mikan?"

And she had her hazel eyes widened.


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