Summary: Sakura Mikan is the best waitress/chef in the most luxurious restaurant. Hyuuga Natsume is a straight A medical student, training under the most experienced of doctors, Narumi. They first meet in a restaurant, under horrible circumstances. What will happen?

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Chapter 7

I decided that I wanted a sombre kind of song. One that makes you feel all sad and sympathetic. But how to create one?

Natsume was reading a shojo manga book which he put down and slept.

I sighed. Could I escape? Or not?

Probably the latter.

"Don't think about escaping, Polka. You won't be able to," Natsume muttered.

Damn.

Natsume cracked one red eye open. (A/N: That kinda sounds like a walnut or macadamia nut, doesn't it?)

"Shouldn't you be doing something, Hyuuga?"

"I am. I am sleeping. Shouldn't you be doing something besides gawking openly at air?"

... why does that guy give such good comebacks?

"I'm not gawking, I am thinking."

"Thinking... about something completely irrelevant to what your task is."

"Well, at least I think, unlike some people I know."

"Oh, how original."

I gritted my teeth, "shouldn't you be working on your part or something?"

"I am."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"Just because you can't think while lying down doesn't mean that other people can't do so."

"Hmph."

"Childish."

I sighed. Ok, so maybe this was going to be a lot worse than I thought.

o.o.o.o.o

Making this piece would definitely not be easy. What on earth were the teachers thinking? It's an English class for goodness sake!

I was in a bad mood. A very bad mood.

The ground was littered with little pieces of paper which were scrunched up.

Natsume was still 'sleep-thinking' and I was pissed.

This music piece just didn't want to come out right. I couldn't think of anything. Anything at all.

I started to draw a horn adorned teacher when a maid suddenly came rushing in.

"Hyuuga-sama, and guest," she said, "your lunch is ready."

"Whatever," Natsume said sleepily.

The maid bowed low and scuttled away nervously.

I glared at him, "at least have some manners."

He shrugged.

"Natsume-nii! Mother is calling out to you," a little girl said as she appeared at the doorway.

"Tell her I'm going, Aoi."

"Hai." The little girl left.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"My little sister, Aoi."

"Aw, she's cute."

The little girl appeared not long after, "Natsume-nii~ Why is there a stranger in your room anyway?"

"Schoolwork."

"She's pretty."

Hey, thanks Aoi. I smiled.

"Really? I think she looks similar to a pig."

Oh no he did not say that.

"I don't think so, Natsume-nii. You said that Sumire-nee looked like one. She doesn't look like Sumire-nee at all."

Natsume chuckled, "I guess you're right, Aoi. She's the sty that Sumire-nee is in."

... why thankyou.

"Natsume-nii! You're mean."

"Aoi-chan, I like your thinking," I said.

She beamed at me, "I like you. Sumire-nee is too icky."

Ah, the times I could've used the word icky without anyone looking at me strangely.

"Oh, Natsume-nii. You better go now."

"I'm gone."

The door swung shut behind him, leaving me with Aoi.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Mikan."

"You have a pretty name as well."

"Thankyou."

"Are you nii-san's girlfriend?"

Whhhaaaaaa? "Of corse not! He's a stuck-up arrogant bastard.. don't tell him I said that."

Aoi giggled, "You're funny too! Don't worry, I agree with you that nii-san's like that But he's also very caring for his family and friends. That's why I like him."

"I don't see that side."

We continued to converse for some time until another maid came in the room.

"Aoi-sama, Mikan-sama, Eleanor-sama is calling you."

"Hai, thankyou Mitsuki-chan."

"Eleanor?" I asked.

"She is our step-mother from England."

"Where is your birth mother?"

Aoi fidgeted, "we should go down. Mother doesn't like waiting."

"Ok."

We followed the maid called Mitsuki into a large room with a long table complete with matching chairs.

Natsume was there as well as a beautiful lady. Her skin was like ivory and her eyes were large and wide. Eleanor probably.

"You must be Sakura Mikan. My name is Eleanor. Welcome to our home."

"Nice to meet you."

"Please, enjoy your lunch."

"Thankyou."

Plates and plates of assortments of food came rolling in. Butlers, maids, chefs, all came in the room, serving and arranging our napkins and seats.

Natsume, Aoi and Sumire were, clearly, horribly spoilt.

"Ruka should be coming, shall we wait, Mother?"

Ding dong.

"I don't think so. Get the door please, Natsume."

Natsume left and came back with two people.

One was a blonde, and cerulean eyed. I had seen him before. It was Ruka.

The other was around the same height as me. I recognised the face.

"HOTARU!" I jumped at her.

Baka. Baka. Baka.

"Stay away, Mikan," she said quietly.

"Why are you here?"

"We were working on the assignment and then Ruka remembered that he was invited to lunch here. He invited me to join him."

"Chit chat later. Go eat."

Imagine who said that.

Ok, it was Natsume who said that in case you didn't realise.

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