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Chappie Two~
Mikan inhaled deeply and blew out the air. What the hell? The guy who was almost about to rape her was standing right there in front of her. Silver haired, white haired, they looked the same to her. And to Nastume too, no doubt. But, how could he have he have changed the hair color so quickly? Was his real hair white or silver?
She coughed, clearing her throat, and forced a smile.
"Hi there, I'm Mikan Sakura. Welcome to the team" Mikan said, extending her hand out to him.
He shook it warmly and beamed.
"Hey, the name's Haku Matsui. I think we met outside your room. I'm so sorry for my…er… behavior. My friends and I were drinking just a while ago and actually dared me to pick up a girl. And so, I with my dating experience could only attempt to do something I saw in a movie once." He apologized.
Mikan immediately warmed up to him. How could she not? She wasn't one to hate in the first place anyways. She has Natsume for that.
"Oh, it's no problem. No harm done. But what's with your hair…?" She asked curiously. Feeling self-conscious, Haku toyed with his white locks and smiled sheepishly.
"I didn't want anyone to actually recognize me after a stunt like that. But, I guess it's not a very good disguise, is it?"
Mikan shook her head and laughed with him. Haku directed his attention towards Natsume now, who was still currently glaring at him. Way to make it obvious that you already hate him Natsume.
"And, you must be Natsume Hyuuga, I heard you and Mikan work together a lot." Haku extended his hand towards him. Natsume stared at it for a moment, debating whether or not to accept the hand.
Mikan gave him a look, nodding her head toward the hand. God, she was gonna pay for making him shake this bastard's hand. Natsume sighed, and took it.
"Yeah, we do work a lot together. I'm guessing you will be too?"
Haku nodded and Arata clapped his hands together, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Now that you've all gotten to know each other with the new model, I am going to tell the main idea for the summer shoots. It's going to be a love triangle. Mikan will be the love interest and Haku and Natsume will be chasing after her."
Natsume smirked. He was so tempted to ask who was going to be the winner of the Bermuda triangle. But, as arrogant as he was, he knew it was going to be him so, what was the point of asking?
"The shoot's going to start next week and during that time, I want you to pack up for the location. It's going to be on a private island, so pack for the beach and the sun. That's all for today and you are dismissed. Be here bright and early next week! Details will be handed out to you tomorrow." Arata finished up and the workers all exited out the door.
Through the bustle of people, Haku was accidentally bumped by his shoulder and thus, leading him to bump into Natsume was walking beside him.
Natsume scowled and was about to shove him when he noticed a smell. Or rather, a lack of a certain smell. Alcohol. There was no trace of alcohol from him. Natsume sniffed the air again. Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Natsume knew Haku was lying when he claimed to have been drunk when he was making his move on Mikan. He didn't even look like he was drunk anyways! How could a man sober up in only 10 minutes tops?
So, was Haku's main objective to working in this department just to get Mikan?
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"Yo polka." Natsume called out as they were near Mikan's dressing room. Mikan blushed and pulled down her skirt in response.
Then she remembered, she wasn't wearing polka dotted underwear. She turned around and smiled smugly.
"I'm not wearing polka dotted underwear, pervert."
"Ah, you're right. They're strawberries today aren't they?"
This guy didn't miss a thing did he? Mikan blushed again and scowled.
"What do you want?"
"I'm hurt ichigo-kara, you treat him so well, and yet with me, I get such a cold shoulder." He feigned a wound over his heart and leaned forward in his posture, as if really injured.
Mikan bit her bottom lip to not laugh but she ended up laughing anyways. I mean, come on! Natsume for one was someone who rarely showed emotions at all and here he was playing around with Mikan.
Natsume smirked as Mikan cracked up laughing. He was silent for a moment, thinking about whether or not to talk to her about Haku. Would he sound just paranoid about this whole situation, or ridiculously jealous?
"Mikan?"
She stopped laughing. Natsume never called her by her real name unless it was serious. She looked up at him and almost spaced out from the pools of crimson and gold.
"Stay away from Haku."
Mikan blinked. What was he saying?
"Look, Natsume, Haku explained the whole incident about the….um…rape thing. Its fine, he just wasn't sober at the moment. Give the guy another chance."
Natsume shook his head.
"I'm not talking about that incident. I'm just saying that I don't think he's all that good of a guy. Even if he was drunk, he was probably already a player if he was trying to hit on you. Please, he's a complete fraud at trying to be the nice guy."
Mikan felt her blood boil. Now he was lecturing her who was a good guy and who was a bad guy?
"What about you? Aren't you a player as well? Don't you also drink and party every once in a while? Before you judge someone so quickly Natsume, why don't you re-evaluate yourself?"
Now Natsume was equally angry…and his pride was being was destroyed.
"Don't compare me with that kind of scum. There's a difference between us. A big difference. You probably don't realize it, but you will. Mikan, he wasn't drinking. If he was, you should've already been able to smell the alcohol in the room if he had drunk enough to become drunk."
"So the guy can't hold down his alcohol very well. Getting drunk doesn't necessarily mean you have to drink a lot of it." Mikan argued.
Natsume rolled his eyes. Mikan would try to find any excuse at all just to prove him wrong. He shrugged uncaringly.
"Hey, I'm just trying to warn you. You can listen to me or not." He stated.
Mikan huffed. He was the last person on earth that she would want to listen to.
"Fine, since you gave me an option. I think I'm going to be great friends with Haku because I'm not a paranoid jerk!"
Natsume almost sighed in relief. Good, she thought he was paranoid, not jealous. That was good…wasn't it?
Natsume shrugged again and walked past her without saying a word. Mikan's shoulder drooped as he finally turned the corner.
Why was he always like that? Always messing around with her feelings like that. One moment he could be the sweetest guy in the world, kissing her so gently, so caring, as if he actually loved her. And the next second, he would be reprimanding her for something that had nothing to do with anything at all.
Seriously, there was no way he could be jealous, could he? Mikan let her thoughts wonder as she entered her dressing room. There was no way.
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Just a few days before the beach trip, Mikan camped out at Hotaru's mansion for the night. She had been a lot more quiet and lost in thought since Natsume warned her about Haku. Still, things at the company didn't change.
She still got her kiss on the neck everyday. Natsume still teased her about her underwear. Everything was normal. So why did it seem so tense now?
"You're unusually quiet today," Hotaru noted as she re-entered her room, handing Mikan an ice cold diet coke. Mikan scooted deeper into her bean bag seat. Hotaru sat down in the one next to her. Their coke cans opened with a loud pop and Mikan took a swig of it before asking Hotaru a question.
"Although I shouldn't ask advice from you on this topic since Ruka's probably not like this, but, is he ever, like, moody? Ya' know, nice and sweet one moment and then cold the next?"
Hotaru thought for moment.
"You're right, he's not." Hotaru finally answered. Mikan chuckled softly. A comfortable silence ensued as the two just relaxed and sipped their soda.
"I already know who you're talking about though Mikan. I warned you not to fall for him."
"I-I did not fall for him. I mean, I might've if he wasn't so…so mean and cold and-and uncaring and a player and…and…" Mikan trailed off. She couldn't think of too many bad traits Natsume had. It wasn't like that for her. She didn't hate someone unless they were absolutely cruel and such. And she knew Natsume was no where near that line.
"And what?" Hotaru pressed on purposely. She got no answer and gave up on the subject.
"I just wish he could pick a mood and stick with it. I hate feeling so excited about being with Natsume and then crushed the next moment when he yells at me or gives me the cold shoulder."
Hotaru wasn't used to have to comfort someone, especially her exuberant best friend, so she sighed and got up.
"Where are you going?"
"To the rooftop. You need some fresh air. And you know I hate it when you're always so emotionally depressed. I would take out my baka gun if it weren't for the fact that you're already emotional enough. "
Mikan giggled.
"Now hurry up and get your ass on the roof. I don't want to be alone up there."
"Hai, hai." Mikan laughed.
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Mikan went window shopping for new bikinis and summer clothes for the beach trip day. Er…business trip day for the models.
She gazed longingly at the bikinis and summer clothing that hung in the windows. Her paycheck wasn't coming for another 3 weeks and she had already spent all her miscellaneous money with Hotaru at the amusement park. The rest of the money paid for the rent, electricity, groceries, blah, blah, blah.
"Ichigo-kara (Strawberry panties. Well, I think that's wat kara means….im not sure myself. lol) actually has the money to go shopping after spending so much on howalans at the amusement park?"
Mikan gave an annoyed eye-roll and turned around to face none other than our infamous kuroneko. (black cat)
"I am NOT wearing ichigo panties today. And, I swear to god, I will drag you into Victoria Secrets myself if you dare lift my skirt up in public." She threatened as Natsume had extended a hand towards her skirt.
Natsume smirked playfully and slung an arm over her shoulder.
"C'mon pandas, I'll buy you whatever you need for the beach trip." He said, and pulled into the store she was staring at.
Pandas? What the heck is he talking abo….god.
She blushed harder than the last time Natsume realized what she was wearing underneath her skirt and whacked him on the back of his head with her purse.
Natsume twitched and turned around. Mikan smiled smugly and stuck out her tongue.
Now they were even.
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