Strawberry Love
By: MyResOLuTion
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"A hard beginning makes
a good ending"
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Disclaimer: Yes, I do own Gakuen Alice –silence- Yeah right, as if you'll believe me.
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Chapter One: Phooey!
"Mi-chan, are you going to be okay here? By yourself?"
The brunette in question halted in mopping the floor and turned around to face her companion. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't worry, Koko. It's not like I would have slipped and drowned myself in the pool-" She was cut off by the unconvinced look that he had given her. She stomped her foot childishly. "Oh come on. I'm not that klutzy, you know?"
"Yeah right." Koko laughed heartedly. He had only met Mikan since ten hours ago, but already were they becoming good friend. And already was he accustomed to the fact that Mikan Sakura is in most respect the klutziest (A/N: No such word.) person on Planet Earth. "Alright, alright. If you need anything, just call me." He grinned and started to walk off from the place.
Mikan sighed. "I don't think I trust myself anymore than you do." She continued her cleaning duty and was thankful that she had not been given the toilet to scrub on. That job goes to another worker or an unlucky person as she might call it. All of the other workers had gone home, as today, the club is actually closed. But Mikan had to finish her chores first, before she could get the hell out of there as well. Apparently, she works at a snail-pace.
She started to hum a beautiful song and continued to mop along the side of the indoor swimming pool. Her mind was set in completing the almost simple task, if only the place was not that humongous in the first place. She wiped a sweat off her brow and sat down on one of the chairs kept for the club's guests, finally having her work done. It seems that the rich folks find the need to have comfy chairs equipped with massager and other relaxing devices. God, it's just a chair for crying out loud. "Wow. They sure have it easy."
She was leaning on the matching table with her arms crossed, supporting her head. She suddenly noticed that a really elegant and not to mention, expensive-looking silver watch was situated on the table too. She held the watch and inspected it carefully. An initial NH was carved at the side. A name crossed her mind, Natsume Hyuuga. The raven-haired lad was the talk of the people in this club. He was cold and impatient towards others and everything must be set in perfect order just for him. Or at least, that's what she had heard. Mikan had caught a glimpse of him once when he came to visit the advertisement department. He was a real eye-candy, no doubt.
The brunette shook her head and began to put all of her cleaning equipments away in the supply closet. The watch had been inserted into her shorts' side pocket, and she made a mental note to herself to take a visit down the chief office to give him the aforesaid lost-and-found object. After slipping out of her uniform, she put on a light orange tank top over her yellow T-shirt. She slowly made her way towards her destination and knocked on the door. No answer. She tried turning the knob but the door still wouldn't budge. "Oh, guess he went home already."
She sighed. Having no choice but to hold the dear watch until tomorrow. She walked out of the building and said goodbye to the security guard, also reminding him to lock the door of the entrance. Mikan smiled and turned in the direction of her apartment. "Hmm. Natsume Hyuuga. What kind of guy is he?"
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"Oh please. It's just a stupid watch."
A beautiful girl with curly green hair gaped in disbelief. "Just a stupid watch?" She frowned, her face red from anger. "So, you're implying that every single thing I gave you is stupid, huh?" She looked up to her fiancé, and added, "I even waited months to buy you that couple watch. It's a perfect match with mine."
"Shouda, I'm sorry to say this, but-" His face is emotionless, but he had one of his eyebrow raised. "I think this watch is the only decent thing you have bought for me so far. Face it, that pogo stick you gave me last Fall is nowhere near useful. It's utterly worthless. And that bunny slippers, who the hell wears bunny slippers anyway?"
"Ruk-" she started to say but was cut off by him.
"Don't you dare say it. You know as well that he's a freaking animal lover." Oh yes, Natsume Hyuuga was madly furious right now. Who wouldn't? His painstakingly nagging fiancée was getting on his nerve for these past few days. He knew he shouldn't be thinking of Sumire that way, not when she's the closest of a childhood friend he could ever get. He covered his face with a manga and secretly placed two cotton balls inside his ears. White tufts came out of them, but Sumire didn't notice. She continued on pacing about in his room and said something that went along the line of 'You better find that damn watch, you hear me'.
Oh great, even these cottons balls can't block her high-pitched voice. Natsume groaned inwardly. "Fine, fine. I'll go and search for it tomorrow. Now, quit nagging and get the hell outta here." He lowered the manga and saw that the green-haired girl had stopped her complaints. She smiled and hugged him tightly. Ugh, nice one. Romeo.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, Natsume." She clasped his hands in hers and stared at him with glittery eyes. "I know that deep down you really do care about me." Natsume have to roll his eyes on that comment.
"Anything to make you shut your mouth, Permy." He grunted. She finally let go of his poor hands and started to walk out from his rooms. She turned around to face him and smiled at him sweetly. "You're making me sick, you know that."
"I meant what I said, Natsume, I know you care for me somehow. Even if it's just a little bit." She had gave him a sad smile and turned to open the door. "And don't call me Permy, baka. You know I hate that nickname." With that, she stomped out and closed the door behind her.
The raven-haired lad gazed at the door for a little bit longer, a soft smile grazed on his handsome face. "I only care for you like I care for my sister. Nothing more than that, Permy." He chanced a look at his schedule for tomorrow and had groaned for the second time. "Damn, I have to go back there. Stupid watch."
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Mikan Sakura stretched her body and yawned. A smile was plastered on her face. She had a nice dream last night, and she has a feeling that today is going to be a nice and beautiful day. Her digital clock said 7.30 am and she doesn't start working until 8.30. She had plenty of time left. Oh, the joy of waking up early. She took a short shower and ate her small breakfast quietly. Humph, small my butt. It would be able to feed an entire family for a day. She quickly gulped a glass of milk and put on her sneakers before going out of the house.
However, little did she know that back in her room, the clock was still stating the same figures of 7.30 am ever since yesterday morning. Translation for those who's slow: Her clock is dead, ran out of battery. Whatever you might call it. As long as you understand that she's late. Comprehendo? (A/N: Is there such Spanish word? Oh no, I'm making things up again, aren't I? And oh yeah, insert a dum-dum-dum after the sentence that ended with 'yesterday morning'. It'll seem more dramatic that way. Just kidding.)
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"I assure you, Hyuuga-san. None of my workers had seen such watch."
Natsume grunted. "Have you checked thoroughly? Who's the last one to go home?" He ruffled his already messy hair. An annoyed look crossed his face before he sat down on one of the chairs by the pool. Automatically, robot hands massage his shoulders, which annoy him more. He had angrily stamped the remote control cut in the arm of the chair. "What's up with this damn chair?" (A/N: He's taking things for granted. I mean, I would want to be massaged in frustrating situation like this. Stupid Natsume.)
Kaito Ogasawara sweat dropped. "Uh, I've checked their lockers, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. Though, there's still this one worker of mine. She's late, you see." A nervous laugh escaped his lips. "I haven't asked her yet and she's the last one to go home last night, at least that's what I heard."
The teenage heartthrob nodded his head. "Fine, I'll wait till she's here. Who knows she might have stolen it?"
The older guy nodded. 'I doubt that Mikan would do such thing though. She's a sweetheart.' Ogasawara thought. 'I think.' He rubbed the back of his neck and muttered, "Where is she anyway?"
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"Achoo."
Mikan Sakura sighed. "Someone must be talking about me." She was currently dragging herself along the sidewalk on her way to West Tokyo Street. A mere 30 minutes walk. Yeah, a 30 minutes walk that could hurt her feet. "So unlucky. Hmph." Usually, she would use her bike to go anywhere, but darn luck. The front tire burst when she was just literally within one inch of her apartment's entrance gate. She has to walk for today. "Will do, for now. Besides I got plenty of time." She was now grinning from ear to ear but her smile broke when she saw something very disturbing. A very disturbing thing indeed, for her that is.
She rubbed her eyes, not believing what she had seen. "It can't be. It's already 9.30 am." Her eyes were as big as saucers when she stared for one more time at the large clock tower in the middle of the city. "I must be visually-impaired. That's it." She laughed nervously. But out of the blue, she started running full speed ahead, screaming 'Gah, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.'
Going at a breakneck speed, she tripped on a rock and had a face plant on a mud puddle. She quickly got up, looking like a mud monster, but only one thing was on her mind right now. "Must be on time." And she continued on running in the direction of Tsukimori Exclusive. Still looking a lot like a mud monster.
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"Mikan, there you are!" Koko exclaimed. "And what the heck is wrong with your face?"
The brunette gasped for air before replying, "No time to explain. Am I in trouble?" Koko shook his head and she let out a big sigh. "Good. Now, I'm going to change into my uniform and clean this mess off my face." She began to walk off but was stopped by Koko.
"Ogasawara-san wants to see you, right now. It's urgent."
As if on cue, the said man approached them and frowned when he saw the state Mikan was in. "I don't even want to know. Follow me, young lady. Quick." She sighed yet again and tagged along with her friend's uncle all the way to the indoor pool. "Don't speak so rashly, alright?"
Mikan was confused, what did he mean by that? But before she could even open her mouth, she saw that there's another person with them. She couldn't help the blush that crawled up to her face at the sight of him. A pair of tantalizing crimson orbs seemed to be speculating her every move. One of his eyebrows was raised, probably wondering why a walking mud monster was headed his way. "Ogasawara-san, what's wrong?"
"This is Natsume Hyuuga. And he was wondering if you've seen his watch." Kaito Ogasawara started to explain every details of the said watch. He gestured for Mikan to answer the question. "Well, have you?"
Mikan tapped her chin with her index finger. "Yeah, I guess. I found it yesterday when cleaning this place." Mikan grabbed her messenger bag and unzipped it. She searched thoroughly for the watch, but no such luck. "Huh. That's funny. I put it in here last night."
Natsume Hyuuga tapped his foot impatiently. "Come on, where is it?"
Mikan checked her bag once more. Still no watch in sight. "I think I lost it." She rubbed the back of her head. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to find it anywhere." She looked up to face the raven-haired lad but regretted it instantly.
"You lost it or stole it?" He said flatly, but with venom woven between the words. His eyes turned a shade darker than it already is. His fingers were curled into fist, as if he was going to hit her in any second but decided against it.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean- Hey, excuse me, what did you say? I stole it?"
He scowled. "Get rid of her. I don't want to see a rude worker here." Natsume inserted his right hand into his pocket and took out his cell phone. "And consider yourself lucky, little girl, that I didn't ask for any compensation." He turned briefly to Ogasawara. "Oi, get on with it."
The older man sighed but nodded still. His eyes showed sympathy for her. "I'm sorry, Mikan, but you're fired."
The brunette in response stomped her foot. "You can't do this. I need this job. Badly. And I don't steal anything." She glared in Natsume's direction. He was busying himself with the phone. "Who's he anyway to order you around like that? To accuse me like that." She looked back at Ogasawara and reasoned out. "Aren't you the one in-charge?"
He sighed again. "I already reminded you, Mikan. The customers are our priority. And this here is the son of our main office's President." He glanced at Natsume, who was currently talking to someone on the other line. "No one dares to disobey him. But I believe you, Mikan. Just ignore what he accused of you."
Mikan balled her hands into fists at her sides. Her knuckles turning white due to anger. "I understand, Ogasawara-san. I won't trouble you any further." She smiled half-heartedly and said thank you before she left.
Yeah, this is turning out to be quite a nice and beautiful day, ne? She thought sarcastically. She took one last glance at the heartthrob and gritted her teeth in frustration. "Hyuuga. What's so great about him anyway?"
With that, she went home and called Anna to her house, along with Nonoko. She has to repeat the whole process again. Finding a summer job is difficult, especially for this young brunette. Great, just great. She sighed. Phooey.
Hey guys, well, this is the second chapter. Sorry, since before Christmas last year, I've abandoned my fanfiction account and haven't updated anything yet. Though I still have the time to read others' fanfictions. Sigh. Again, I give you my sincerest apology.
Hey, I know this storyline is a bit slow. But come on, do you expect Mikan and Natsume to just suddenly fall in love with each other and get married, then lived happily ever after. That's a bit too fairytale-like, no? Anyway, I like this story plot very much, I think. I hope I'll continue writing it till the end. Using very good grammar and no typos whatsoever.
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Since I for once do not have a lot to talk about, I'll give you a spoiler for the next chapter. However, this is a warning; this sneak peek may or may not come out in the next chapter. This is still a draft. Bear with me, people.
-Sneak Peek-
"You can take my job at the fashion house if you want. I'm not going to be around Japan this summer."
"I got a new job, guys. I'm a dispatch girl now."
"Hyuuga, you're here."
"As if the gigantic sign behind you isn't clear enough, yeah, I'm a Hyuuga. By the way little girl, who are you?"
"Egoistical jerk."
"Hotaru Imai. His cousin."
-End of Sneak Peek-
That's it. I think it pretty much reveals everything. I'm no good in spoiler that much is true. Anyway, I wanted to thank those people who reviewed the last time. You know who you are. And oh yeah, review for this chapter too, people. And one more thing, if I don't get at least 17 (my favourite number) reviews, I think I'll not update as fast as you hope I will. I'm not saying that I will not update, I will. It's just that I don't have the time to write, yeah, I'm busy but reading your reviews boosts me up in writing this fic and I can become quick if I receives many, which is so not me.
P/S: Promote or recommend this story to anyone if you think it is good enough. Thank you.
Yours till the fire cracker,
MyResOLuTioN
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