DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAKUEN ALICE.

Rent a Girl

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"The student council president of a high class school is wearing a polka dotted bra."

-Natsume Hyuuga.

"I'm not upset...I'm freaking mad!"

-Mikan Sakura.

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"Mom, I don't know a thing about babies!" Mikan wailed as she looked at her mother sipping her coffee. It was last night when her mother ordered her to babysit three year old Youichi. And she doesn't know why she actually agreed into it.

"Then learn dear," her mother nonchalantly replied. Mikan scratched her head and looked at Youichi. He smiled and reached out to her. She leaned in his direction and brought her face closer to his. "What is it?" she asked. He touched her face and said, "Nee-chan!"

Mikan laughed and patted his head. He clapped joyfully.

"Mom, why doesn't he have any clothing?" she asked her mother. Yuka chuckled and answered, "He doesn't like clothes."

"Oh," Mikan opened her mouth to speak again but Yuka stood up and announced, "Now, I'm going to my room to change. See you later dear!"

"Mom, wait!" Mikan shouted but Yuka paid no heed. Youichi began to cry. Mikan went to him and cradled him in her arms.

"Don't cry," she muttered. But he didn't listen to her and continued crying. His tears left a stain on her favourite shirt.

"Shit," she said. Youichi stopped crying and looked at her. "Shit," he repeated.

"Oh no, that's a bad word. Don't repeat it," Mikan uttered.

"Shit," Youichi frowned. Mikan tried not to laugh. She snuggled him closer to her. Her nose wrinkled.

"Youichi, you stink! You need a bath!" Mikan said.

"Barf?" Youichi tilted his head.

"Bath," Mikan corrected and thought of a way to bath Youichi. She disregard bath tub, since it's too big and Youichi would drown. Using the shower was not in her list also since he was so naughty that he would really slip in the bathroom floor.

Mikan sighed and went to the kitchen. She put a stopper in the sink and filled it halfway with water. She put him there and grabbed a bar of soap.

Mikan began to clean him when he reached for a bottle of detergent and pointed it towards her. He started to squeeze it and the bubbles attacked her.

"No Youichi! Stop that!" Mikan tried to grab the bottle but Youichi wriggled his hands, making it out of her reach. It wasn't until she was drenched in bubbles and water that she managed to snatched the bottle away from Youichi.

"I want bubbles," he hollered.

"No more any of it," she sighed. She rinsed him off and carried him out of the sink. She put him in the dining table and gave him a roll of tissue paper.

"That would keep you preoccupied while a grab a few towels and some clothes for you to wear," she said and sped off.

A few minutes later she went back and gasped. The roll of tissue paper she gave him was now empty and he was covered by it.

"Oh no Youichi!" Mikan cried and took off the tissue paper from his body.

"Shit," Youichi said. Mikan laughed when she heard him said that. Finally, she managed to let him out of the tissue paper.

"You're dry now! The towels I brought were useless," she uttered. She helped him put his new underwear on. She tried to put clothes on him but he whined and ripped it off him.

"No clothes," he complained.

"Alright no clothes," Mikan sighed.

"Eat! Youichi eat now!" he shouted.

"Alright," Mikan chuckled and went towards the refrigerator. She opened it and scanned what's inside.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked.

"He practically eats anything. And I advise you to not put your fingers anywhere near his mouth if you don't want him to bite it. He's aggressive if he's hungry," a husky voice replied to her silly question. She turned around and saw Natsume, fully dressed and irresistible.

"Ah, alright," Mikan mumbled unintelligently.

"What happened here?" Natsume raised an eyebrow, looking at the surroundings and finally to her. She looked down at herself and gasped. Her blouse was wet and she can see her polka-dotted bra.

"Polka dots?" he smirked. "The student council president of a high class school is wearing a polka dotted bra."

Mikan crossed her arms and stammered, "Y-You got a problem with that?"

"Nothing," he tilted his head and sneered at her. "So what exactly happened here?"

He looked at the sink filled with bubbles, water that overflows from the sink and a discarded bottle of detergent on the floor.

"I tried to give Youichi a barf—I mean a bath," Mikan replied.

"Well it seems that Youchi is the one who gave you a bath," he said and messed up Yoiuchi's hair. "Kiddo, what did you do to our polka dots here?" Mikan blushed, our polka dots.

"Hmm, barf!" Youichi answered. Natsume chuckled and looked at Mikan again.

"I think it's better to close the refrigerator first," Natsume said. "I forgot," she shouted and slammed it shut.

"Polka, thanks for today," he told her. Mikan looked confused, "Thanks for what?"

"For taking care of Youichi," Natsume replied. "So I could find a woman."

"It's nothing really. Oh, about Mom! I must warn you about her," she shouted frantically.

"Alright, what's the warning?" he asked.

"She's a bit crazy sometimes. I just want you to keep an eye on her and never let her go to the Doki-Doki," she answered.

"Huh? What's that?" he tilted his head and looked at her.

"A kind of bar that served food," Mikan replied, "...and a kind of entertainment."

"What kind of entertainment?" Natsume smirked at her uneasiness. Mikan looked for words to say in her mind but Natsume chuckled and touched her shoulder.

"Easy, I understand what you're talking about," he said. They were in an unbreakable silence for a while when Mikan decided to break it.

"So where's your girlfriend? The lovely lady who gave birth to Yoiuchi," Mikan asked. Natsume chuckled, "Goodness. You actually thought that Youichi is my son. That's a big no. He's just my brother."

"So what about your parents then?" she said.

"They abandoned us," he answered. Mikan gasped, "I'm sorry for bringing up that." Natsume shook his head, "It's alright. Hmm, are you sure you'll be alright with Youichi?"

"Yes," she said. She looked at Natsume and she seemed to be attracted to him.

"Youichi eat now!" Youichi broke her reverie. She laughed and asked Natsume, "What does he eat?"

"Soft foods and no oranges, he chokes on the seeds," he replied.

"Orange," Youichi clapped his hands.

"No orange for you kiddo," Natsume said sternly.

"Shit," Youichi grumbled. Natsume's eyes widened. "Where did you learn that word kiddo?"

Mikan smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry Hyuuga-kun. He heard me say it."

He tried not to laugh.

"Ah, how about his clothes...doesn't he wear anything besides underwear?" she asked.

"That's his habit. Sometimes I do that too, so maybe he picked it up from me," he replied. "But you can force him to wear clothes, right kiddo?"

Youichi wrinkled his nose in disgust. Mikan laughed.

"Natsume! We're going now!" Yuka shouted at the door.

"Coming," Natsume said and took a last look at Mikan.

"I'll be calling time after time to check both of you," he uttered. "Bye."

"Yeah sure...bye," Mikan said.

Rent a Girl

Night already came. Natsume had called seven times since that morning to check up on them. He was happy that they seemed alright. But the truth was, they had been through a lot. From eating, to playing, to sleeping and everything, she'd been walking in a thin thread of patience the whole time.

And now she was joyful that Youichi decided that he was tired doing anything and wanted to sleep. She tucked him in the bed and kissed her forehead. "Good night Youichi," she muttered. She heard her phone rang and she answered it.

"Hello," she whispered.

"Why are you whispering polka? Is there something wrong with Youichi?" he asked.

"Nothing, he's already sleeping. Hyuuga-kun, why is it so noisy at your end?"

"You see, Polka. Your mother and I ran into some sort of trouble."

"Trouble? Is mom alright? Did she get hurt?"

"No, your mom's completely fine."

"Thank heavens for that. Can I speak to her?"

"No, I'm afraid you can't."

"Why? What's going on Hyuuga-kun?"

"Polka, don't get upset."

"I'm not going to be upset. Just tell me what's going on?"

"Well, remember what we talk about a bar with some kind of entertainment?"

"Hyuuga-kun! Don't tell me you are in the Doki-Doki?"

"You promised me that you won't get upset. Anyway we're not in the Doki-Doki."

"Great."

"Anymore."

"Anymore? Just where are you now Hyuuga-kun?"

"We're in the jail."

"Jail? How—when—what happened?"

"Well you see we were watching a dance—"

"What kind of dance?"

"Do you really want to know?"

There was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Never mind, continue."

"Then suddenly police and reporters came. They arrested the dancers and prostitutes—"

"Prostitutes?"

"Now Polka let me finish, will you?"

"OK, continue."

"Then your mom tried to stop the police then I came to stop your mom and voila we're arrested."

Natsume chuckled a little.

"Don't do that. This is not funny."

"So, we ran to another problem when we arrived at the jail."

"What is it now?"

"We don't have enough cash. Can you bail us out?"

"Mom had enough cash with her."

She heard him gulped.

"What's the problem?" she asked.

"Your mother doesn't have enough cash because she gave it to one of the dancers and put it on his waistband."

"His? Waistband?"

"You said you won't get upset?"

"I'm not upset...I'm freaking mad!"

"Does this mean you're not going to help us?"

I'm tempted, Mikan closed her eyes. "Don't get anywhere Hyuuga-kun."

"We can't get anywhere in the jail Polka."

"I'll see you in a bit. And please don't let mom talk to anyone."

"Do you want me to gag her?"

"Just don't let her talk to anyone Hyuuga-kun. Don't make your situation worse!"

Rent a Girl

Mikan, with a fully awake Youichi trudged the hallways towards the cell of her mother and Natsume.

"Yuka and Natsume out," the guards announced. After a few minutes, Yuka and Natsume joined them.

"Hello polka," Natsume greeted.

"Don't hello me," Mikan rolled her eyes.

"You promised you won't get upset."

"I'm not upset!"

"Dear!" Yuka gracefully hugged her daughter. "Thank goodness you brought us out. It was so awful on that place. Didn't you see the walls? I think it'd be beautiful if it's painted with hot pink."

"Mom, we're talking about a jail here not some sort of a fancy restaurant," Mikan sighed. "Nobody really cares about the color of the walls in a jail!

"Somebody should care. And you know, it's so boring there. I think they should add some television. The atmosphere is really humid and hot. They should put an air conditioner there," Yuka said.

"Mom! Please stop this," Mikan hollered.

"Maybe I should talk to the governor," Yuka trailed off.

"No one's talking anything to the governor. Period," Mikan said. "Let's all go home!"

"That's great dear. Let's go now," Yuka smiled and spun her heels towards the exit. Mikan jogged towards her, dragging Natsume with her. Youichi was currently in her arms.

"When we get home, the three of us will have a very long talk," Mikan announced.

Rent a Girl

Author's Notes: This is part two of the Rent a Girl, as you wished. As for Matchmaking Club, I'm also currently writing a sequel for it. Or maybe it would turned into a multi-chapter story, but not that long. Maybe it would be finish before 10 chapters. BUT...before I continue it, I should reach 25 reviews first. Oh, as for Crazy Love Affair, there's only one review left before I post the next chapter...:) That's all for the announcement. Rent a Girl, may continue...it's all up to you folks...for the meantime it's under the category complete...

P.S.: BTW, requests are welcome...:) but be sure I could do it...