Winter Holiday Gone Wrong

Written by The Lonely Serenade

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice.

Day 9 — An Ex-lover's Kiss

Mikan bit her lips in annoyance as she stared at the screen in front of her. She massaged her temples in frustration and tapped her delicate fingers on the table, an act that portrayed her current distress. She blew an air dejectedly and her bangs flew upward, her arms were folded tightly in front of her chest as she moved her legs repeatedly–searching for the best position−as a way to relieve her anxiety.

Her hazel eyes trailed down to see the list of her call log and she was not surprised to see numbers that were not registered in her contacts.

20 missed calls. 20 freaking missed calls from an unregistered number. Who could it be?

She pressed the dial button and took the phone to her ear and chewed the inside of her cheeks.

Sorry, the number you're calling is currently out of reach. Please call back later. For further information, please press−

Damn.

She threw her mobile to her bed and scowled.

To be honest, Mikan was very nervous and curious at the same time. The last three digits of the number intrigued her to call back. It was not every day that you encounter a number that ended with−okay, it was not the best choice of number and it was certainly not the luckiest of numbers. Let me give you a clue. It started with six and ended with six.

Right. Six, six, six.

She didn't and had never believed in superstition before. She was more of the rational type, you know, the one who preferred the reality more than science-fiction stuffs and she obviously depended on proofs. But somehow, she just had a bad feeling about his number. It just gave−uh scratch that−it planted mixed feelings and creepy thoughts inside her mind.

Mikan glanced at the watch on her table. She frowned and watched as the short arrow pointed at eight. She ceased her brows and looked at the watch more closely.

Why did she feel like there's something she must do? Actually, she felt like she was forgetting something very important.

She looked at the note that she stick to the wall of her table. It was slightly crumpled but that's because Natsume came in when she made that note, and she didn't want him to know that she was actually making plans for today because he will call her a fool or a dimwit. Tsk, it was not her fault that she was not born as a genius like him. Some normal people like her need to take notes to help remember things because their brain has its own capacity.

And she wondered why she failed at history.

Mikan snatched the note and opened it since it was folded. Her pink lips form a happy grin and her eyes twinkled at her creativity. At making notes that is.

1. Tidy the bed and take a short bath. Check.

2. Feed Ruka's new bunny. Check. (Ruka got it from a pet house)

3. Set alarm clock on for tonight. Check.

4. Put clothes in the basket. Check.

5. Experience something good.

She mused and thought again. Well, if she didn't have anything to do today she might as well go to the new pet house Ruka was talking about and she could visit some cute animals. That was good! So, experience something good−on hold.

6. Go to the department store with Natsume. Che−

Wait, what?

She blinked thrice and a horrified gasp echoed throughout the room. Holy mother of freaking heavenly Father! She completely forgot about that! Natsume was so going to bite her head off and showered her with harsh words coming from his mouth. That guy will always found her flaw and made fun about it. And more importantly, she had to add another bothersome thing on her list.

7. Find a way to escape from Natsume Hyuuga's wrath. Or convince him to let her off the hook. Either one.


"So, Polkadots," Natsume drawled as he looked at her sharply, "mind explaining how you could forget that we're going out today?"

Mikan squirmed in her seat at his tone. It was very . . . intimidating. It was like Natsume had the whole world and she was a small ant that was trapped inside his big palm. He could squish her and he knew that she knew it too. She took a deep breath and raised her face slowly, because making an eye contact would be very, very severe.

"You see," she reasoned, "it was unintentional. It's not like I purposely forget about it."

"Oh really?"

She turned her face from him. "And I'm a busy person too you know."

"I just got here after I went home from a business trip. Even a preschooler would know which one of us is busier," he smirked in triumph, "not the right thing to say, huh, Polka?"

"Oh shut up Natsume," she mumbled and looked outside the window, "I am going to make it up for you."

He frowned. "And how are you going to do that?"

She tilted her head and forced out a smile, "Well, you know what, I don't know either," she moved her gaze towards his face, but still no eye contact. "Let's just say I'm going to grant you anything you want. You have anything in mind?"

He shrugged and studied Mikan's appearance. She looked very pleasant today, much to his liking. But it'll be quite of a challenge to go out with her looking like that. He'll have to shoo away all the other males from approaching her, and he also need to keep his jealousy meter in range. He couldn't go snapping at everyone who went near her. That's way too obvious, even for someone as thick-headed as Mikan to know that he liked her.

And he had one more thing in mind. "Why are you being very docile, today? Usually, you're wilder and have to be tamed first."

Mikan twitched as she gave him an irritated look. "I'm not that stupid, Natsume," she sighed and tucked the lock of her hair, "I know you much better now and I know when to stop being stubborn."

He chortled. "When?"

She glared at his torso, "Well, when you are acting like this," she snorted, "Mischievous and dangerous at the same time."

Natsume neared his face to her ear and whispered something to her in a low yet inviting tone, "You know, as much as I love how you say that I'm very delectable and irresistible, we don't want anyone to know anything about this, do you? Keep your voice lower for a little bit."

"Wha−? Oh." She flushed and lowered her face at the sight of people giggling at their little performance.

When she heard Natsume still chortling, she nudged his elbow and hissed, "You should have told me earlier, you dolt. And don't go changing what I said earlier to your own liking. I never said anything about you being delectable and irresistible."

Mikan then glanced again at her surroundings and frowned. "I've been bothered by this from the start though, why are we going on the Yamanote line? It leads us straight to Shinjuku and Shibuya. We're supposed to take the express bus if we want to go to Heihachi Department."

"Hmm, you seem to be very precise today."

"Natsume," she seethed, "you're planning something, aren't you?"

He gave her an amused look. "Maybe, maybe not."

Mikan shook her head in bewilderment, "I don't know what runs through that head of yours. But we're not going to the department, aren't we?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because Aoi had bought the new decorations yesterday."

"Why?"

"Because she certainly wants to set us up together," he turned his head and flicked her on the forehead, "And stop asking so much. It's annoying."

Mikan puffed her cheeks in irritation before she sighed, "You know what Natsume?" she rested her back against the cold metal, "Sometimes, I just don't get you. Not that I ever get you, it's like you have different personalities all the time. Who's the real Natsume? Is it the you right now?"

The train halted for a while and many people started to get out. The world seemed to stop for a while before the door closed again and the train continued to move on to its next destination.

Mikan studied Natsume from the corner of her eyes. She knew that Natsume was never the type to share his problems with people. She knew that he had his pride and she understood that everyone deserved privacy but seeing as they were friends now, she hoped that he would share his thoughts more to her.

After sighing in disappointment, she reached her hand to tug the collar of his shirt and said softly, "It's okay, Natsume. You don't have to tell me about if you don't want to. I went overboard, I'm sorry."

Natsume was surprised when he felt Mikan's soft fingers brushed his neckline. He fixed his crimson eyes on her hand that started to move and he looked at her questioningly. "What are you doing?"

Mikan stopped her gesture before tilting her head. "What am I doing? I'm buttoning your collar of course."

Natsume's tense gaze changed softer. "You don't have to do that," he frowned and then took her hand from his shirt, "besides, it's not that cold today."

She glared at him for the second time that day. "Just button it Natsume. You attracted too much attention."

He was amused at her persistence, "Why? Are you jealous?"

She flushed before turning her head away. "No, why would I be jealous?" she scoffed when she saw his expression, "I just wish to have a peaceful trip and I don't want you to catch a cold."

"Right," he sneered, "Whatever you say."

Mikan gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath, "Sly fox."

The both of them never realized that Natsume still had Mikan's hand inside his. They neither care about it nor took notice to realize. They did nothing to pull back because it felt right.

It just felt right to have their hands connected.

Attention to all passengers. We're about to arrive at Shibuya. Please keep all of your belongings and wait until then. Thank you.

"Come on. Let's go."


Mikan stared warily at the place as she and Natsume strolled the building and entered an exquisite place which she believed only loaded people–not her, of course, she's average−could enter. She gave him a confused and pointy look. She never went to a place like this before, heck; she thought that entering a club when you're under eighteen is illegal. This is illegal.

Mikan pulled her hand in resistance, "What are we doing here?"

They walked through the floor with Natsume successfully ignoring the flirty looks that the passing girl had given to him. Mikan gave them dirty looks and hissed when they didn't notice that he's with her.

Natsume, on the other side, was quite amused by her behavior. The way she glared at those girls and circled his arm in a possessive grip gave a swirling sensation inside his stomach. She's concerned.

She's concerned when she knew that there were girls who took an interest at him.

Mikan was aware that Natsume was taking this whole thing as an amusing scene. But to her, this is not. She scowled deeper and walked faster.

"Hey Polkadots, slow down. Stop dragging me," Natsume grumbled.

She suddenly stop on her tracks and faced him with much ferocity on her face. "You!" she pointed her index finger at him while she gritted her teeth, "What's wrong with you−" she glared daggers and poked at his chest (in which she thought that it'd probably hurt), "−taking me to a place like this! Why can't you get it inside that genius head of yours that I'm tired and just wish to have a rest after practically visiting the whole shop in Shibuya, especially searching for your birthday present! Feel some gratitude you jerk and do you even know how I felt when you took me to an unknown place and have me babysitting you from those girls?" she squawked while catching her breath.

Natsume snorted. "It was your idea to visit the whole shop. And I never asked for a birthday present."

Mikan retaliated with a snappy remark, "Stop reversing everything that I just told you mister! And you never answered my question. Where are we?"

"It's a club, moron," this time it was his turn to take her hand and brought her to the bar, "Now sit down and take your rest."

Mikan looked at counter and sat down warily. "What am I supposed to do now?"

Natsume rolled his eyes, not minding her prattle as he waved his hand and decided to order something, at least, to shut his companion's itching mouth.

A blonde man with deep chocolate brown eyes headed towards the both of them and let out a charming smile. "Why hello Natsume," he looked at him, then at Mikan, and then back to Natsume again, "it's been a while since you and the boys last came here."

Mikan raised her brows. "The boys?"

"He meant the four fools that we left at home." Natsume gazed at the row of liquors behind the bar. "Oi, Kaname. Give me some shot of whiskey."

Kaname chuckled and shook his head, "Aren't you going to introduce me to this lovely lady over here before ordering something?"

Mikan heard Natsume snorted, "Right. I forget that you two haven't met each other before." He turned his seat and waved his hand dismissively, "Polkadots, meet Kaname. Kaname, meet Polkadots. There, done, now give me my whiskey."

Kaname stiffed a laugh, "Polkadots? That's a very . . . interesting name."

Mikan gasped in mortification and gave Natsume a horrified look, "Stop calling me that! That's not my name, you jerk!"

"Whatever, and Kaname," Natsume showed him a smirk, "I think you should go check your eyes. She's not a lady by any chance. A monkey, I presume, suits her better."

"I'm not a monkey!" she screeched and gazed at Kaname pleadingly, "Please tell me that you don't believe him! My name is Mikan, not Polkadots and I'm not a monkey!"

"Of course, I believe you," the blonde laughed and scratched his neck in wonder, "But I never thought that I'd see the day when Natsume would take a girl out. And Nice meeting you Mikan, my name is Kaname. Kaname Sono."

Mikan smiled sweetly and shook his hand. "Mikan Sakura. Nice to meet you too, Kaname."

"Would you like to have a drink?"

"A drink?" Mikan blinked and then wrinkled her brows to think, "Well, I never went to a bar before, so umm, I'll just take whatever drink Natsume had ordered just−"

"No, you're not getting any whiskey Polka," Natsume interrupted and pointed his thumb towards Mikan, "Give her something non-alcohol. Something like juice or mineral water. She can't handle liquors yet."

Kaname nodded and went to the back, leaving the two teenagers to argue.

Mikan fumed and puffed her cheeks. "What are you saying? O-of course I can, I'm not a kid anymore."

"True, but you're underage to drink any sort of alcohols."

"You're in no position to talk to me about it," she scoffed, "we have the same age. If I'm underage, then so are you."

"Well, but unlike you," he placed a hand at her shoulder and moved forward to blow a whisper on her ear, "I'm used to it. And I'm certainly not someone who wears Panda printed panty today."

She flushed in embarrassment. "Wha−"

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting," Kaname pushed a glass filled with ice and bright yellow substance which she believed to be whiskey for Natsume, and gave her a can of strawberry juice, "Hope you enjoy it."

Natsume nodded in appreciation and Kaname, who fathomed the situation, left the both of them quietly.

Mikan frowned when she looked at her drink. This is so unfair, she thought while rolling her eyes, he treats me like a kid when I'm not even one.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Drink it. It's Kaname's treat," Natsume told her, taking a sip out of his whiskey.

"But I want your drink."

Natsume sighed and glared, "I told you before; it's not something for you to drink. You won't be able to handle it."

"You don't know about it yet!"

"I'm not taking chances Polkadots," he took her strawberry juice, pushed the lid open, and gave it to the sulking Mikan, "Here; now drink your juice quietly. I even took the bother to open it for you."

She stared at him with an unbelievable look and shrieked, "Okay, that's it!" she grabbed the glass from Natsume forcefully and consumed the drink in one gulp before saying, "I'm going to show you that I'm not some kid you can mess with!"

Natsume widened his eyes and hissed, "What the hell are you doing little girl? You're being ridiculous!"

He took the glass from her grip and slammed it to the counter. He grabbed her chin and tilted it upward.

Mikan could still feel the cool sensation that ran through her throat seconds ago, her mind got cloudy and she felt the burning gaze that Natsume gave her. "See?" she muttered, "I can handle it just fine."

"Of course you can," Natsume jeered and moved his face closer to her.

Mikan saw Natsume's face shifted over hers and she could feel his shallow breathing on her cheeks. She sensed heat rushed to her cheek and something akin to jolt ran all over her body. "Natsume?"

Natsume noticed that their noses touched but he pitched the thought of devouring her opened lips, and instead, he pulled back, raked his hair in frustration and mumbled something she didn't catch.

"Huh?" she blinked in confusion.

Natsume stood from his seat and squatted in front of Mikan who now find herself in a state of half-conscious. He turned and offered his back at her, with his hands prepared to take her weight.

"Hurry up, Polka, don't waste any time."

Tilting her head, Mikan spoke without any trance of embarrassment, "Are you offering me a piggy back ride?"

"Piggy what?"

Mikan giggled and scooted over him. The next thing he knew, she was already clutching her arms around his neck and rested her head against his back.

Natsume started to walk and paid no attention to the people who whispered something about how sweet he is for carrying his girlfriend or how romantic and how they wish to have a boy friend like him. If they tend to whisper, they should have lowered their voices for God's sake. He's not deaf and he could hear their voices as clear as drizzle.

He carried her on his back and instead of leaving towards the exit door; he took a short turn and walked down an empty hall.

Mikan tugged at his shirt and muttered, "Why aren't we leaving? Shouldn't we go home?" she groaned when pain suddenly filled her brain, "I think I had enough for today."

Natsume didn't answer and kept on walking until they reached a door in the middle of a dead end.

"We're here." Natsume sauntered towards the door and kicked it with a loud a bang.

Mikan felt a gush of cold wind brushed her cheek and she shivered involuntarily. "Hey, are you sure it's okay for us to go in here, I mean, we're just being completely rude if we just barge into someone's place without informing..….."

She stopped her words and a gasp came out of her mouth.

"OhMyGod." She blinked and cleared her throat,"oh, I−damn, this is−wow. Wow."

Natsume smiled when he saw her stunned. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Beautiful?" she blinked before laughing in disagreement, "It's magnificent! I haven't seen a view like this since . . . since I went to Hawaii with Mom and Dad! And that's like six years ago!"

Mikan stared at the beautiful sky she was standing under and her hazel eyes stopped blinking to capture the beautiful scenery she was seeing. She never knew that stars could be this pretty. They're blinking and shining in their own glory, marking their rightful places at the cobalt black sky. They looked so near, so real, so very . . . enchanting that she wished she could grab one of them and keep one for herself.

Natsume let Mikan down with her hand still clutching at his arm.

"You can see the stars here very clearly because the air seems to be clearer here," Natsume spoke, breaking the spell that bound her, "I used to come here a lot of times before, when I need to cool my head down."

"I see," Mikan breathed softly, still entranced by the view. "It is a calming place," she felt an itch inside her nose and sneezed loudly, "though it'll be lovely if they set a heater."

She blew an air and rubbed her hands together to gain some heat back on her body, "It's freezing out here."

Natsume chuckled, "That's one blasted idea, Panda. I see that the alcohol had taken its effect on you."

Mikan frowned and folded her arms. "That's so rude, Natsume, I'm not drunk."

"Well, if you do want to put a heater, tell that to baldy," he pulled his coat from his body and wrapped them around Mikan's petite figure, "his father owns the club."

"Really? I never knew that Tsubasa-senpai's father owns a club," she glanced at the coat that enveloped her and gave her the joyful warm, "And thanks, Natsume. But aren't you cold?"

He shrugged and put his hand inside his pocket, "I still have my shirt on."

Mikan narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously, "Wait a minute, something is not right here," she murmured, "Why are you being so nice? The last time I knew, you forbid me from drinking that whiskeey."

Natsume rolled his eyes, "It's not whiskeey, it's whiskey." He walked towards the bench and sat down, "Besides, if I feel cold later, I could always hug you."

Mikan blushed scarlet and squeaked, "How can you say things like that so calmly? You stupid, sly pervert!"

Natsume pat the spot beside him and trailed his gaze to her face, silently telling her to occupy the empty place. "Stop moping Panda, you're so noisy. And correction, I'm not a stupid, sly pervert. I'm a genius, sly pervert."

She huffed and dragged her legs towards him−still with her arm crossing. She just didn't understand this guy. "I'm not moping," she protested and placed herself beside him, leaving an amount of space between their bodies, "And did you just admit that you're a sly pervert?"

"Hmm."

She scowled and muttered lowly, "Great. Now he's acting all gloomy."

"−I can hear you, stupid."

" . . ."

"You know," Natsume started, crossing his arms behind his head.

"Oh gee, I don't know."

"Stop being sarcastic Polkadots, you're not charming when you do that."

"Oh thanks."

"Hmm," he concentrated his crimson eyes at her and declared, "I've always wondered what kind of person your first boyfriend was."

Mikan scrunched her brows in confusion. Her mind processed the word that the man beside her had just said to her and she endured the urge to let out a stupid respond. Maybe, something is wrong with his head, her mind concluded, yeah, he must have hit something along the way. She glanced at the man again and racked her brain. Did he just say that he was curious about my first boyfriend? She bit her lips, why would he want to know about him?

Moreover, she clenched her palms, should I tell Natsume about him? But . . . but what if I heard wrong?

So after a long silence, Mikan finally broke her curiosity that bottled up the moment he said that out of place sentence to her. "Excuse me?"

Natsume blinked. "What?"

"You just told me that−"

"I've always wondered about your first boyfriend, yeah." Natsume finished the sentence for her.

It was her turn to blink. "Oh."

She gulped at the awkward silence that was created and wriggled in her position. She scrutinized him boldly, her pale hand grip his coat and between those times, the wind will propel the leather clothe and she could sniff the scent that the coat gave her. It was so calming but so masculine and so like . . . Natsume. She slapped herself inwardly and felt heat crept from her neck. This was not the time to think about how delightful he smelled, not that Natsume himself was not delightful, okay wait−not delightful as if in delightful-delightful, he was delightful as if he was . . . well, delightfully Natsume-like.

"Oh what am I thinking," she unconsciously mumbled.

Natsume raised his brow. "What?"

She blushed again. "Nothing," she said timidly. Great, she sounded like a piglet.

The silence was back once again and she couldn't resist it. She took back her words about not being a bubbly person. She is bubbly, dammit.

"Umm, so," she started, "You wonder what kind of person he was, you know, my first boyfriend?" Well duh idiot, if not then he wouldn't ask you!

But Natsume didn't answer.

"Well, my first boyfriend was an interesting person," she started, her hazel eyes gazed at the beautiful night sky. A soft smile was carved on her lips as she recalled upon the memories, "he was also the bravest person I've ever met. He saved me from an avalanche once, and−and he was the reason why I love animal so much.

"He was so kind, and charming, and he used to tease me a lot, well, I guess that part of him was like you. And he always saved me from the bullies−" she chuckled when she saw Natsume stared at her, "−yes, believe it or not, I was bullied when I was eleven. I don't want to tell who did it but the one who saved me was him and Ryuuki. He was the one who taught me how to fight and defend myself and I−"

"Your first boyfriend," he interjected, "you love him, don't you?"

"Huh?" she was surprised to hear him talking. She was about to retort back but when she looked at his eyes, waves of guiltiness started to wash over her and it pricked her when she saw how lonely they were. She really felt like an incurable idiot. How she could talk about her first love so easily−when in truth, he could be hurting inside, and well, at least, she would be if Natsume ever talked about his first girlfriend−made her heart clench in regret. She was being really selfish and insensitive.

"No, I loved him," she smiled bitterly. Mikan then took a glimpse at Natsume.

"I'm sorry," she sighed as she took his cold hands, "I shouldn't have told you all of that. I guess I got carried away by the mood."

Natsume pulled his hand back and reached her face, "Why are you apologizing?" he murmured whilst his hand crept to her face and brushed her bangs softly, "I'm the one who was prying on your personal life."

"But−"

"Just shut it Polkadots," he groused and heaved her hand as her body clashed with his, embracing Mikan into a tight hug. "I'm exhausted."

"Yeah, exhausted you are," she twitched and poked his head, "spoiled little brat."

Natsume leaned on her shoulder and buried his head to the crook of her neck while inhaling her scent. He smirked when he heard her disputes and seized her hands, tracing his crimson eyes to study her blushing expression. He brought her hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles softly, blowing hot air to her cold hands.

"Didn't I tell you that I would hug you when I'm feeling cold?" his voice was husky and low, "And that's what I'm feeling right now so bear with it, Pandas."

"Stupid pervert." She shook her head and despite her protests and discomforts, she spread Natsume's coat and shared the warm clothing with him.

She sighted the entertained look he was giving to her and she blushed yet again, her head spun to the opposite direction of him and she yelped, "S-stop staring at me like that. If you were to catch a cold, then Aoi will be sad. It doesn't mean anything so don't think about anything funny, you hear me?"

"Hmm, kay', whatever."

Mikan gawked at the boy who was snuggling to her and gave him a hopeless moan. She just relaxed her back to the wooden bench and all the while combing her fingers through Natsume's hair. She let out a contented sigh and smiled at ease. The sound of the bristling tree soothed her mind as she closed her eyes and let the wind played with her hair. The silence was serene and with the air so fresh, so very cold and crisp that whenever she took a deep breath, she felt like she was being recharged.

"Hey," Natsume spoke, his tone somewhat different.

"What?" she replied, her focus was now directed to the beautiful flower bed beside the bench. She reached her hand to pick one purple flower that she knew as Crocus. It was a beautiful flower; with its orange stamens and oval like petals, it reminded her of Hotaru.

"Would you mind if I kiss you?"

Mikan froze and dropped the flower she just plucked before even taking a sniff of it. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes now wide as saucers and her face was bright red like a fresh tomato. "W-what are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" he sounded like she was the weird one, and it looked like she was the one who asked that unexpected question out of the blue, "I'm just asking whether or not you would mind if I kiss you."

"That's mental!" she barked, "Of course I would mind you douchebag!"

"But I wouldn't." He suddenly neared his face to hers and smirked, "shall we try?"

Shall we try? She screamed inside her mind, what's this pervert thinking, all of a sudden?

She suddenly felt the headache she had earlier coming back. Something churned inside her stomach, something that made her throat felt dry and her eyes were starting to get itchy. It was like gulping a whole bucket of slugs into her stomach and they were about to come out of her mouth again. It was so sickening that it was almost unbearable.

Natsume seemed to notice her change of expression as his mischievous face slowly turned to concern. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I am not okay," she yapped, "I think the whiskey is going to whisk its way out of my throat!"

"What?"

"Ugh, that's it, coming through!" She pushed Natsume and scampered towards the door, leaving Natsume behind to wonder what happened to her.

Well Polka can't just walk away from me like that


A man with dark sapphire hair stared at the screen. A grin curved on his lips and he moved his fingers to press the button on his cell. His deep silver eyes shone in longing as he sighed and muttered, "I miss them so much."

Nov 8, 2010 18:40:46

From: Ryuuki S.

Subject: −

Mate, why don't you tell me that you're back?): N u didn't tell me that u changed ur number! What's up with the 666?


He laughed and texted his reply.


To: Ryuuki S.

Subject: −

Sry. I just want 2 srprise u guys. How are you and your twins doing? You've been taking care of her, right? Oh, and the 666? It's just 4 fun.


Nov 8, 2010, 18:43:34

From: Ryuuki S.

Subject: −

You dolt. Gee, after all this time u r still thinking about her?-)


To: Ryuuki S.

Subject: −

Of course, I came back here to see her n my family. Though I'm not sure if he'd see me after all those years.


Nov 8, 2010, 18:48:56

From: Ryuuki S.

Subject: −

Nattie is doing fine. He'll understand. Aoi misses you, though. R u planning 2 get Mikan back?


To: Ryuuki S.

Subject: −

Ur as nosy as ever. Idk about it yet. Maybe. Maybe not.


Nov 8, 2010, 19:15:47

From: Ryuuki S.

Subject: −

Where r you ryt now? I need 2 talk 2 u.


To: Ryuuki S.

Subject: −

I'm at Tsubasa's club. I haven't talked to Kaname since I left. Talk 2 u tomrw.


He smiled and pocketed his cell. He made his way to the door and was about to cross the hall when a figure clashed with him, making the both of them fell down to the floor. He winced at the hard impact and raised his head to see the person who was tangled at the floor with him. He extended his hand to her and the girl mumbled something incoherently.

"Oh God, this is so not funny," she hissed and lifted her face to meet his gaze, "Can't I get a peaceful night after throwing up in the toilet?"

His silver eyes widened when he saw her hazel eyes.

Right then, something cracked inside his head and flood of memory filled his brain. Snaps of memories and pieces that were shattered started to form into one again and his breathing was getting uneven.

"Mikan," he touched her face gently and breathed, "You're Mikan, right?"


Mikan rushed to the toilet and slammed the door open, receiving a glare from the cleaning service.

She stared at the old lady apologetically and muttered, "I'm sorry. Bad stomach; can't stand it anymore."

Her vision was blurred and she felt like her brain was clouded with a fog. The only thing that she set on her mind was: To get to the closest cubicle and puke her guts out. Oh she was never going to drink that whiskey ever again. She should have listened to Natsume in the first place if she knew that she would be vomiting all of her insides.

She squatted on the floor and neared her face to the toilet bowl.

Her nerves were jolting like they were run by electric bolt and she felt her mouth simultaneously opened. Something unpleasant started to roil on her stomach, and right then, she emptied her stomach as she threw up to her heart's content.

"Dear, are you okay?" A small voice which she believed to be the old lady's called.

"I-I'm fine," she replied weakly. Like hell I am.

"I brought a glass of warm water for you. I'm going out so I'll put it near the sink, okay?"

"Kay'," she smiled at her kindness, "Thank you ma'am."

She heard the door closed and she closed her eyes once more, hating the bitter taste that was all over her mouth. Her head was still spinning and she was panting like she had just finished running from a marathon. She stood up slowly and opened the door of her cubicle, clutching at one side and started to walk towards the sink when she felt better.

She took the glass and brought it to her lips, drinking it wholeheartedly like she never drunk a water before. The warm sensation ran down through her throat and her stomach was rejoicing after she finished.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and stared at the sink. She lifted her face and was met by her own reflection in the mirror.

A frown appeared on her face when she looked at how pale she was. She turned the lid and water came pouring to her hand. She savored the moment and splashed her face with cold water.

"I guess we'll be going home after this," she mumbled, "I should tell Natsume that I'm feeling really sick right now."

She stopped the water and walked out of the toilet, brushing her wet hands to the back of her jeans and dashed towards the garden she just went.

Mikan didn't know if she was just absolutely unlucky today or she was too much of a dimwit as to keep on getting herself into trouble. She gasped as she felt her body crashed into someone's, and she reckoned that the one underneath her was a boy, if not for the muscles she felt when she pushed his chest.

She muttered trails of curses and saw through her still blurry vision that he reached his hand out for her.

She took it and hissed, "Oh God this is so not funny."

Mikan then tried to stand but failed to do so; instead, she raised her face and met his gaze, "Can't I get a peaceful night after throwing up in the toilet?"

She regretted saying those words almost instantly because she realized how foolish that sounded.

But then, warm hands touched her cheek and she heard him talked, "Mikan? You're Mikan, right?"

She blinked and narrowed her eyes, trying to focus on her vision. She sat on the floor and rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the fog that surrounded her view. It was then she noticed that he looked a lot like Natsume, but he was not him. He gave a familiar feeling and something like a déjà vu.

She clenched at her clothes and saw something blue and she was staring into a pair of beautiful silver eyes.

Mikan closed her mouth, her heart was thumping loudly. She was about to ask the person for his name before she heard her name−in this case, nickname−being called.

"Polkadots, why are you sitting on the floor like a fool?"

Mikan twirled her head to the direction of the voice and her face brightened immediately. She stood up and walked towards him but she tumbled along the way. Natsume was out to catch her but a pair of strong arms prevented him from doing so.

The man crushed Mikan into a warm embrace and held her tightly.

"Mikan," he whispered, "You're really Mikan."

Mikan was flabbergasted and she struggled herself to break free from his grip. She pushed him away but he managed to take a grip on her wrist. She looked at the now raging Natsume; her eyes were shining as if to ask for help. It was not like she hated the hug. She hated it because it felt so familiar to be hugged by a person she never met.

"P-please," she said softly, "Release me."

"Mikan, don't you remember me?" his voice was seeking for an answer.

"Huh?" she bit her lips and stared at him. She blinked one more time and the next time she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see the face that she yearned to see in a long time. She trembled and clutched her hands together, falling to the floor once again when she felt her energy was taken from her body.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to pound him for not calling or telling her anything. She wanted to do all of that but she couldn't and all she could do was to stare at him. He was back.

He was finally back. Her old lover was finally back.

"Kai−"

"Kaito!" she turned her head when she heard Natsume called his name. His crimson eyes were furious but she swore she saw a glint of sadness in his eyes. His eyes were the same like back then, when he asked her about her first boyfriend.

Huh? She blinked. They know each other?

"Do you know him, Natsume?" she tugged on his shirt, "How do you know Kaito?"

"How do I know him, you ask?" his voice was bitter as he chuckled darkly, "He was my brother."

She gaped. "Wha−"

"That's right." Kaito pulled Mikan with the hand that was still on her wrist and she clashed to his body once again. She couldn't move her body and she froze when she felt his hands crept to the back of her head. She was defenseless against him. She knew it.

"Kaito?" she quivered, "please, release me. Natsume is watching."

Kaito smiled bitterly and gazed at his brother. "Are you his girlfriend, Mikan?"

She shook her head in response.

Natsume growled and gritted his teeth to contain his anger, "Don't touch her. She's not yours anymore, remember?"

Kaito smirked and drew Mikan's head away. He neared his lips to her ears and whispered, "Mikan, how about a kiss for old time's sake?"

"What are you plan−"

"Please," he silenced her with his fingers. Mikan tensed under his touch but she still refused to look at him. "No."

Kaito sighed and looked back at Natsume. "She and I might not be together anymore," and then a taunting smirk appeared on his face, "but she's not yours either."

Natsume glared harder at him and scowled. "But she will be mine."

Kaito narrowed his eyes and threw him an intent look that gave the impression of mocking. "Is that so?" he broadened his smile and lowered his face. "Then it won't hurt you so much if I kiss her, right?"

"Stop saying bunch of craps," Natsume hissed and clenched his palms, ready to launch his fist at his so called brother. "Let her go, Kaito."

"Oh believe me; I'm not going to do so." He looked at Mikan and stroked her cheek. "Because I intend to make her mine again."

Mikan sniveled and tried to pry him away. "Kaito! What on earth are you talking about! Why didn't you tell me that you're a Hyuuga? You never contacted me in years and now you're back saying that you're going to make me you−"

He brought his face down to be at his level and uttered in a regretful tone, "I'm sorry, Mikan."

He crashed her lips in a fierce kiss, gripping her hair in a desperate clutch as he circled his arms around her waist. Mikan gasped and Kaito took the opportunity by kissing her deeper, supporting her weight with his body. Mikan moved violently against his act and she shoved him as hard as she could.

Kaito stumbled but managed to stand on his two feet, his face was hung low and he had his hand on his lips.

Mikan was left to catch herself but she was too stunned to even realize that she was falling. Her feet were all wobbly and she was caught in Natsume's embrace. He squeezed her so tightly, as if he never wanted to give her back to the rest of the world. Natsume graveled in a way he never did before, his crimson eyes blazed in rage as he eyed his elder brother.

The last thing she remembered before passing out was Natsume's pained and stricken expression that she wished to wipe from his beautiful face.

"What have you done to her, Kaito?" Natsume barked as he grasped Mikan firmly in his strong hands.

"Like I told you before," he leered before turning back, "and besides, this is only the beginning."


A/N: Hi guys. Sorry for the long delay. Well, so here it is. This is chapter nine of Winter Holiday Gone Wrong. I hope you don't mind that it's so long, because this will be my last update before I finished my final exam next month. And I know that most of you are wondering about Kaito, but relax, he's not a bad guy. So don't hate him.:) Ehm, I know. This chapter is cliché and too cute to be true, but ugh, Higuchi Tachibana is just awesome. The latest chapters she made? Gosh. My voice is still sore from all the screaming I did.

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