Winter Holiday Gone Wrong

Written by The Lonely Serenade

Disclaimer : Do not own this awesome manga, but the plot? Sure I do.

Day 6 — Wavering Emotions

He could feel her trembling underneath his touch; he could feel that she was closing her eyes in desperation, not anticipation. The fact made his blood boil more. What made her so afraid of him? What made him so different from Ruka? Heck, she wasn't complaining or anything when Ruka kissed her, so why him?

That's because she likes Ruka, not you.

Dammit, shut up, stupid mind. He had the impression that the idiot girl had a crush on Ruka, and not him alright. But the fact that he, himself, had a crush on the girl, he did not like the fact that she had been kissed by another man, moreover, his best friend.

"H-Hyuuga, please." She sputtered,"You're scaring me."

He felt his heart sink and he managed to purr out a growl. The hell with it, didn't she know that she was making him even angrier? She was afraid of him, not of Ruka. With the last stroke of patience, he let out an answer, that was heard to be more like a hiss. "So, you're afraid of me, yet when Ruka kissed you, you felt nothing?"

"No, it's not like that, he was drunk!" Mikan retorted with the same expression, fear.

Tch, so if any guy kissed her when he was drunk she was fine with it? She was fine with any guy kissing her?

"I don't care," he was sure that he was growling, and with the last effort, he tried to push her as gently as possible, but it resulted more like slamming his body to hers closely. But he liked the feeling, the feeling that she was close to him. His mouth travelled to her ear, and his eyes noted the mark Ruka had given her. Somebody marked her.

He felt the last line of patience had broken.

Screw you damn patience.

"I won't let Ruka have you," he whispered to her ear.

"Hyuuga! Stop—"

Her words were stopped as he nipped her ear. He could hear her fast beating and he couldn't help but be proud of it. Damn, why did she have to be blessed with the kind of ear that was too delectable to nip? Why did she have to be like this? He felt her struggle and give him punches, which to him felt like weak touches. He ignored the feeling and looked at her bruised ear. He neared his lips to her swollen ear, and licked it with affection.

"Since Ruka kissed you," he uttered while kissing her jaw; her smooth jaw that he longed to touch.

"Hyuuga, let go—"

"I will take you as well," he implied as their noses touched. He will not let any other guy have her lips, her lips were his, and nobody else could ever taste it. Simple as that.

He prepared himself to feel her. The sight of her lips were enough to make his damn hormones go crazy, he couldn't imagine what it'd be like to taste her fully.

"Hyuuga, I said let go!" she screamed.

She stomped on his foot and Natsume winced at the sudden pressure on his right foot. He was sure that it would form a bruise. His crimson eyes fidgeted on Mikan, and he felt a smirk coming to his face. She was stuttering and her hair was messy. Her rosy cheeks were glowing brightly, her ears that were just nipped by him, the sight was really paradise to him. It had shown his possessiveness.

But of course he felt disappointed that he couldn't taste those lips, and he unconsciously let out a grunt.

Mikan's ear perked up and she finally directed her gaze to him. Her face made another blushing expression, and he sure could see steam coming out from her ears.

It was rather cute.

"Perverted creep! I will not let you steal my second kiss!" she shrieked while shielding herself under the table.

Pffffft.

So the little girl hasn't experienced her second kis— Wait, what? Second kiss? He narrowed his crimson eyes and clenched his fists tightly. The conclusion that he got: Polkadots had experienced her first kiss. He felt another surge of emotion racing up to his head, and he knew that it was not good. It was bad.

"Second kiss?" he growled and he moved his feet from his place, not bothering even if his right foot was twitching badly. Mikan made a squeaky sound as she felt Natsume's rage. She couldn't see his eyes but she was sure that it was blazing with fury. She even had the chair to shield her.

"Polkadots, did you say second kiss?" he grunted and squatted as he finally made his way to the table where Mikan was hiding. Mikan swallowed hard and her head moved up and down. Slowly, she crept out from under the table and stood up. Natsume followed her lead and she silently cursed him for that.

"Uh, um, yeah, second kiss. Ugh, y-yeah, w-whatever," she muttered and walked to the door. Natsume took another long step and grabbed her arm, "Who?" he asked, voice menacing with dryness.

"Um, some person, errr, guy. Yeah," she gulped and slapped his hands away, attempting to get away. She sighed in relief as her palms touch the door knob.

She was like, 'Halelujah, I praise you Lord!'

But the thoughts shattered because she felt strong arms drape her from behind. She could feel warm breaths on her ear. Natsume was hugging her, very tightly.

"Natsume?" she uttered weakly. Her heart had started to hammer harder, louder, as he moved his lips to speak in a deep tone.

"I—don't, I'm going to kiss you," he stated as his grip tightens. "I think."

Mikan felt her mind was blank, but for another good second, she finally digested what Natsume had said and gasped. You think? What the hell are you saying?

She struggled from his grip, and shockingly, Natsume let her go. She turned her head to see his expression, but it was covered by his bangs.

Ugh, she had the mental urge to cut those bangs. Didn't it make him feel irritated? Those bangs were really annoying.

"I-I'm going back, call me if there's anything wrong." Mikan's back faced him and she slammed the door behind.

Natsume just stood there for five minutes after Mikan slammed the door on his face. He just stood there, like a frozen statue. But his mind was a different thing. You'd be amazed to grasp what the lad was thinking.

Hell, he just successfully made her even more scared of him. Congratulations Hyuuga Natsume, you just made yourself even luckier!

. . . . . . . Dammit.

It was not his fault, technically. It was polkadot's fault for being so. . . Irresistab—annoying. Yeah, annoying.

Twitch.

He could feel a headache coming to his mind.

Twitch.

His face was burning hot.

Twitch.

Sakura Mikan was a disease to the calmness of his soul. She was driving him crazy. The nerve of that girl, making him like this.

Why did she, have to be his temptation?


Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Oh shut up you stupid heart! Stop beating so fast!

Mikan snorted out a breath and slumped on her bed. She buried her head in her pillow and hugged Mr. Bear tightly. She couldn't believe that she was just touched by Natsume, her enemy. Well, not really, she'd like to be friends with him. It's just. . . He was making it hard, so hard. Oh, and she was also mortified of her own response to him. She was slowly falling into his trap!

Especially after the earlier occurrence, she predicted that their relationship would no longer be the same. He kissed her, not on the lips, no, but on her ear! Freaking ear! Heck, she even blurted out her deepest secret that no one else had ever known. Not even Hotaru. Now the guy knew that she already had her first kiss, but that was when she was in elementary, it was an innocent kiss.

She sighed and twirled her hair. Hyuuga really was confusing. One time he can be evil and mean, the next, he'd turn all angry and sweet at the same time. God knows if the guy was really straight. Nonetheless, she blushed at the sensation that was tingling on the tips of her ear.

She should forget all of this and act normal! It was Hyuuga's fault for making her like this, she never felt like this before!

Mikan rested by closing her eyes, spreading her arms and legs wide. Her thoughts were heavy and still confused. Slowly, she felt her eyelids become heavier, and the next minute, light snores could be heard from her room.


Tokyo in the evening was truly beautiful. The lights illuminating the town, chatters and the orange sunset color that was painting the sky; everything felt so right. A brunette was seen, sleeping soundly and peacefully, her body was curled up on the bed, her hair sputtered messily. Add the dim light of her room to make her look like a baby angel.

Her eyelids fluttered, revealing a pair of drowsy hazel eyes. She yawned and rubbed her eyes while her hands reached out for the clock beside her table.

Her eyes widened as she saw the numbers.

07:30 PM.

Merlin's Beard! She was asleep for five hours? She was sure she never took an afternoon nap since middle school, but now she had. Dammit! She hadn't taken a bath, ate, and her bed was a mess.

Quickly, she took a short, brief shower and dashed to the dining room. As she walked towards the dining from, she felt herself twitch. Oh yeah, nobody was making dinner since everybody was gone, leaving herself with the perverted jerk. Speaking of the pervert, where was he?

She decided to check up on him first, but as soon as she arrived in front of his door, her feet were glued permanently on the floor. She was still nervous about today and what if he attacked her again?

Her eyes travelled down and she gulped as she saw that she was only wearing a thin piece of tank top and shorts. Hell no, she wouldn't take risks.

She should have been going in Natsume's room, asking what to eat for dinner and all, but instead, she took a short trip back to her room to wear a jacket, well, in her mind, at least to cover her upper part.

She knocked on his room, and waited for him to open it.

. . . . . . .

The brunette lifted one of her brows and knocked once more, this time louder.

. . . . . . .

She knocked again, this time, louder and harder.

. . . . . . .

With the last effort, she knocked, no—banged his door and shouted, "Oi, Hyuuga! Open the door will you?"

She heard a growl and a grunt coming from inside the room. She, of course, snorted bitterly and rolled her eyes.

"Just come in polkadots, the door's not locked." His voice sounded lower than usual. Her curiosity perked up but she shoved it away. She opened the door and was surprised by the temperature of the room.

It was freezing cold! What was the guy thinking, using a cooler in this stupid winter season? Did he want to freeze to death?

She flicked her eyes to analyze the messy room and wrinkled her nose at the sight of his messy clothes. God, boys were boys. No matter what happened and no matter where she was, all the boys around were always like this. Lazy and dirty.

Ugh, good thing she didn't live with Ryuuki anymore; she couldn't stand washing his dirty socks all the time and whenever she came to his room, she could smell his dirty sweat shirt and could see them tangled whilst his bed sheets lay carelessly on the floor for the world to see.

She chuckled at her memory.

Mikan shook her thoughts away and her gaze finally landed on the man that was sleeping on the bed, his blanket covering his body, just below his neck. Mikan laughed humorlessly at him and walked towards the bed.

"Come on sleepy head, wake up!" she ordered gruffly but she gasped as soon as she lifted up his blanket. Blood rushed through her veins and her face started to flush. Why? Because Natsume's upper part was seen.

Natsume's crimson eyes hardened and he glared at her. He grabbed the blanket back from her and covered his body. "Don't be such a pervert, polkadots," he grunted coldly.

Mikan felt herself twitching and she really wanted to strangle the lad right there, right then. "A pervert? Speak for yourself jerk! What kind of person who would actually sleep without their clothes on this bloody season?" Mikan retorted back heatedly.

Natsume just closed his eyes and ignored Mikan who was rambling on her own.

"Hey, do you hear me? I said, at least put your clothes on and don't stay naked like that! I happen to be a girl you know."

"Shut up, you're too noisy," he mumbled—more like whispered. "And please, I'm not naked. I still have my pants on."

Mikan glared daggers at him for making up jokes before she sighed heavily and put on a grim expression. "Listen here jerk, I don't know what's wrong with you, but are you sic—"

". . . . ."

Mikan stopped speaking after she touched Natsume's forehead. Her mouth hung open and she finally muttered, "You really are sick!"

Natsume managed to voice a snort and Mikan slapped his hand, but not that hard, after all, the boy was sick and she tried to be gentle.

"I am sick, and now for the convenience, can you please get out and stop bothering me?" he ordered.

Mikan rolled her eyes and sat beside him. Natsume felt a weight press on his bed. He looked from the corner of his eyes and an amused smirk formed on his flushed face.

"So little girl is going to take care of me?" he teased.

Mikan was annoyed slash amazed by how he was able to tease her even when he was in the worst condition. He really was a mystery. "Shut up, sick boy, I'm good enough to pity you so just be a good boy and listen to me."

Natsume snort. "Yeah right, and the next day, I'll be taken to the hospital and treated in the ICU room."

"Will you just be quiet? I'm good at taking care of people," she grinned proudly and walked towards the door.

". . . . ."

"You don't believe me, do you Hyuuga?" she asked in annoyance.

"Do I look like I believe you?" he replied sorely.

Mikan turned the knob, but stopped to show him an annoyed smile. "In case you didn't know," she mentioned wryly, "I'm cautious of my safety too, smart ass. Who knows what you'll do to me, even when you're sick."

And she just slammed the door on him, again.


Mikan sighed in defeat. God, the person she was currently taking care of was pampered alright. She didn't know if it was because of his fever or because he was that egoistic. What kind of person, a seventeen year old boy might I add, still refused to eat medicine? He should have known that he was sick.

Newsflash: Sick people eat medicine.

But no, instead of obeying her orders, he spat out the tablets, on HER FACE!

She heard him grunt and she shut her lips wryly. Was it just her or did Hyuuga tend to grunt a lot when he was sick?

"Are you trying to kill me, little girl?"

She swayed her head and glared at him. "For your information, Hyuuga—" she pointed at the medicine, "this is supposed to help you feel better so you have to drink it!"

"But that medicine tastes like soot; it reminds me of your cooking."

Mikan was sure there were more than ten veins popping on her head. The damn... how dare he bring up that matter again! And worst of all, when he was sick, so she couldn't hurt him!

And when she said hurt, it meant more than punching.

"Look, drink those meds, and eat the porridge I bought, okay?"

Natsume smirked. "You bought it? Are you sure?"

Mikan clenched her fists, teeth chattering to redeem the anger that was increasing every minute. "Yeah, I bought it."

"Good thinking, I don't want to experience severe illness just because I ate your cooking."

Mikan sat on his bed and furrowed her brows. "Eat and don't complain."

Natsume's scowl darkened before it tugged into an annoying, smug grin, that clearly stated, 'Oh-really?-Why-should-I?'

"If you wanted to get better, then eat. God, I swear you're more troublesome than Ryuki when he was sick," Mikan alleged coldly.

Natsume scoffed and looked at the porridge. "Fine, I'll eat. . . "

Mikan looked at him, obviously surprised. "Really?"

Natsume's smirk turned brighter. "Uh huh, but you have to—"

"If you say that I have to feed you then no, I won't. I'll do anything except for that." She shook her head vigorously.

He clicked his tongue in amusement and he said in a clipped tone, "I'm not going to ask you to feed me. I just want you to sit on my lap while I'm eating."

Mikan glared harder.

"But since you said you're going to do anything except for feeding me," he drawled slyly, "of course, you have no choice but to sit on my lap."

Mikan's eyes were wide as a saucer and she started stuttering. "W-W-What? But—"

"After all, you said anything," he retorted curtly.

Mikan felt her heart slump and she was making a puppy dog expression. "Do I really have to do it? I don't mean it that way!" Her hazel eyes were begging for forgiveness.

Natsume narrowed his crimson eyes. "You know, you have to stop pouting and making that expression or I'll kiss you."

She blushed and looked away. Damn smooth talker!

"Now come here, you can't back from your words now can you?" He ticked her again. Mikan huffed and pressed her arms to push her weight on the bed. "Fine, I'm going to do it!"


Natsume smirked. Mikan gaped.

"I can't believe you're doing that again!" Mikan's shrieks echoed throughout the room.

Natsume shrugged and rested on his pillow. "I'm resting polkadots, so shut your voice and stop interfering with my peacefulness."

Mikan crackled with fury and hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe her wet jaw and neck. "How dare you lick me, again!"

"But that was an accident; grab a hold of it, will you?"

Mikan snorted. "Accident my ass! You intended to do it from the first place, didn't you?"

Oh my, what a conversation. Now dear readers, want to know what really happened throughout the time when Mikan was sitting on Natsume's lap. Let's take a look at the flashback, shall we?

Flashback

Mikan squirmed restlessly on Natsume's lap. Her hands were touching his chest, which was by the way, uncovered! How can this guy be so blunt? Heck, he was eating porridge, and she hadn't eaten anything today. Of course, her stomach was growling like a tiger because of it. The smell of the porridge especially tempted her to snatch the spoon from him and dig in for herself. How can she be so stupid to not order for herself?

Curse you, brain! She must've thought about him too much. Eh, now that you think about it, she was too kind too him!

"You're hungry, aren't you?" his throaty voice asked from above.

Mikan looked down and muttered, "Thanks for stating the obvious."

"Well, you could have it if you want. I'm full already," he stated, and he put the bowl back on the table. Mikan was about to reach for the spoon, but Natsume's hand prevented her.

"Now what?" she hissed impatiently.

"Slow down polkadots," he drawled. "I'll give it to you if you let me feed you."

Mikan sighed and crossed her arms. "Do I have another choice?"

Natsume could only smirk in return and mouthed 'No'.

She glared. "Fine, but don't you dare molest me or anything, you got that?"

"Sure—" he dipped the spoon to the porridge, and was about to give it to her mouth when, "—ohh, it fell down." Natsume accidentally slapped the spoon, to her jaw!

She gasped and whimpered a little at the hot sensation. Her hazel eyes darkened and she immediately growled at him. "The hell! What was that for? Clean this up instantly, jerk!"

Oh yeah, his plan worked, smoothly. He grabbed her chin and lifted it up. Mikan's eyes bulged open and she glared at him as a response. "Let go of me!" she struggled but her hands were stopped by Natsume.

"What? I'm going to clean it for you idiot," he answered bluntly.

She glared holes at him. "How will you do tha—"

Lick.

. . . . . She froze. What the hell?

"That's how I clean it, idiot," he whispered as his hands reached to grab her waist. Mikan's mouth gaped open, still frozen on the spot. Oh God, don't tell her this was happening! Don't tell her that he had licked her, again!

"Oh yes I did, polkadots."

End of flashback

"Is it just me or are turning into a more annoying person when you're sick?" she mumbled wryly.

Natsume rolled his eyes and muttered, "But you enjoy it too, stu—pid."

Mikan pouted and huffed. Natsume just leaned back on the bed.

Her hazel eyes then looked up to his face, but she regretted doing that because instantly, she was trapped by those bloodshot eyes. Those crimson eyes that kept on staring at her with longing. Seriously, what's wrong with him? He was being strange again! Was he mad at her? But he didn't look mad, at least. "Umm, stop staring at me," she uttered.

Natsume shrugged and looked away. This time, it was her turn to absent-mindedly stare at him, analyzing his face and her gaze landed on his brows. Her hand unconsciously touched his face, and she removed his bangs to see them clearly. Her lips curved in an amused grin, giggling mentally at him. He really did have short eyebrows!

"Hey," Natsume started.

Mikan turned to look at him and smiled. "Yes?"

"Did Ruka kiss you?"

Mikan's heart beat wildly as she gazed into Natsume's eyes. Those eyes were sad, desperate for an answer.

She shook her head and sighed. "Hyuuga, I told you before right? Ruka and I never kissed. He didn't kiss me or anything. He was drunk so he didn't know what he's doing."

Natsume frowned. "Oh, okay."

As she realized where her hands are resting, she immediately blushed and was about to pull her hands away but Natsume prevented her from doing so.

"Keep your hand here," he mumbled.

Her heart almost burst out when he said that, I mean, who wouldn't? Her mind screamed in panic. "Your hand was cold, it felt nice," she heard him mumbled again.

"Hyuuga?" Her voice turned to a squeak.

His eyes snapped open and he narrowed his crimson eyes at her. "I hate it when you call me that," he muttered sleepily. He was wondering what was wrong and he finally noticed it. It was his name. It's almost a month since she stayed here, so she shouldn't be too formal and call him by his name instead of his surname, right? And besides, Hyuuga sounded weird to his ears.

Mikan blinked, and crinkled her brows confusedly. What is he talking about?

"It's Natsume," he muttered again. "Not Hyuuga."

Natsume finally closed his lids and she could hear his soft snores. She swirled her head to look away from him and as a result, she met up with her blushing reflection on the mirror. Her cheeks were crimson red, and she couldn't and didn't want to believe that Hyuuga just asked her something that embarrassing!

Oh Lord. She had had enough problems with sick people.

With the last brief bout of self-esteem she had, she stroked Natsume's hair gently—feeling slightly embarrassed and whispered, "Good night and get well soon . . . Natsume."

With that, she felt herself yawning again. Slowly, she fell asleep with her hand on Natsume's cheek and her head on his bed.

Unknown to her, Natsume was not yet asleep, and hell, he bet that a silly, disgustingly goofy grin was spreading on his face.

Natsume, huh?

Now that, sounded good and just right to his ears.


To say that he had a good sleep was an understatement. He had an enjoyable one, especially when you had a certain loud-mouthed idiot beside you. Well, not really, but her head was sleeping on his bed.

He grinned at yesterday's occurrence, and he slapped himself mentally for grinning like an idiot. Again. At least his mood has been lifted to a good one.

Gently, she lifted the sleeping girl from her deep slumber and carried her back to her own room. She must have been so tired, taking care of him like that, he thought. He chuckled at her drooling face, and put Mikan to her own bed.

"Thanks—" He looked at her hitched shorts, revealing you-know-what. "Teddy bears."

He was about to kiss her lips whilst she was asleep, but he stopped his intention and sighed.

He kissed her forehead and a soft glint was seen on his crimson eyes for a brief second, which later returned to the same cold, stoic one.

Well, for now, a kiss on the forehead should be enough.

He glimpsed at the girl and grunted at her. Mikan Sakura should congratulate herself because she was able to get the great Natsume Hyuuga's affection.

And some part of Natsume's heart did notice that it was not a mere crush.


A/N : I'm back! I know that I haven't updated this story in three weeks! Gasp-) Time sure flies, huh? But actually, I was planning to update this fic one week ago, but me and my family were going to Japan! I can't believe it too, Japan!

The source of all animes and mangas, my dreamland! Sooo, I've came back from Japan, much to my annoyance, and I've bought all series of Gakuen Alice's manga! Yeay! For all of you Japanese out there, I love your country so much!

Anyway, this is getting really long, but ehm. Mid-terms were coming next week, ah, I mean this week, so my next update will be two weeks from now!

Special thanks for those who read/review/favorite/alert –ed my story!

So . . . As an encouragement for my exams, please review? Pretty please?

The Lonely Serenade