Author's Note: Yay! I thank all of those reviewers that have sent me reviews of my story. Sorry for being late for I had to study for my exams and now that it is finished we now have free time for Christmas Vacation. Hurrah!
Natsume: Hmpf, easy for you to say. I still have to work on Gakuen Alice Season 2
Me: Come on! We viewers will be very grateful for your hard work and efforts and besides. . . we might finally get to see dear Natsume-kun kissing his oh so kawaii bride!
Natsume: (blushes) Shut up. I don't want to touch that ugly Polka Dots much less kiss her on Christmas Eve.
Me: Haha! I didn't say it was on Christmas Eve! Ha! So you do want to try it out!
Natsume: Burn stupid author or else start with the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Make this into your mantra or something that monks usually recite and repeat it 3 times: Ohmmm. . . Gakuen Alice is not own by me or the writer of this fic. . . Ohmmm. . .
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Chapter 2: The Start of the Day
Natsume's POV:
"It's too damn early. . . " I groaned as a beam of sunlight slit through the dark window curtains I had set up on the first day of my move into this pit that I called home. I was never a morning person with or without my cup of economy size instant coffee. I was a nocturnal person and I suited it. It enhances my dark and mysteriousness. (smirk)
" OHAYO!!!" if only my slave was.
" When did you get up. . ." I flipped to my back side, grateful that I could finally, FINALLY have my bed back.
" About 3:30 in the morning." I could feel her goofy grin seep into the depths of my eye lids.
". . . And what time is it. . . now?" it was a Sunday, I didn't have any work during the mornings and I didn't have school because it was a weekend. DUH! I was really grateful that there was no school because I was still up to my head with work, projects, rabid fangirl attacks, school things, and Rabid FanGirl Attacks and most recently. . . her. The being that was currently jumping up and down on the floor mat causing puff balls of dust to be seen and inhaled by me. SIGH.
" 6:30" she chirped. " I couldn't go to sleep so I strolled around the block. There were lots of people staring at me oddly though" I heard her mutter.
Oh. . . so that's why I still felt light-headed. . . wait—
" YOU WENT OUT OF THE ROOM!" I burst.
" Yup."
"— IN MY SHIRT! In the 'TOUCH ME AND DIE' shirt. MY SIGNATURE SHIRT!"
She nodded in compliance.
". . . oh crap." Everyone in the whole neighborhood knew of my signature shirt. It was my favorite shirt that I always wore whenever I went out with Ruka and have fun in the mall. The shirt always brought me luck and rabid fangirls whenever I went out.
. . . okay so I didn't like the rabid fangirls part but still I like that shirt!
" Great." I rose from the futon, sleep had already left me because of the trouble SHE has caused yet again while burying my pale face, due to fear and regret, in one of my hands. "She's coming."
I heard clambering of feet getting louder and louder, faster, and nearer. . . It was her.
She was like Tom the cat who when targets a prey a.k.a. Jerry, will stop at nothing to eat him, swallow him, incinerate him, torture him, etc. and I was unfortunately Jerry. And as replacement for Tom's idiotic schemes was her 'mystic' crystal ball which she carries everywhere whether be it bedroom, ballroom, dining room, bathroom (Eeww.) She uses that stupid fake ball to make her ridiculous predictions about me which never come true in the end. . . NEVER. No, she was no fortune teller, she was—
"HYUUGA!!!"
—my dorm's landlady
It suddenly clicked to me.
" Oh Crap! Polka-Dotted Girl! I searched for her like girls searching for cute things in a massive sale inside the world's largest and most famous mega mall. It was a crisis I tell you. . . A CRISIS! I saw her near my bed, trying to fold it neatly. It was a nice thing of her to do that, but I knew better than to fall for an evil witch's trick. I was already living with one for two months now.
"Oi." I glanced back and forth from the small closet room to the girl. "Get in there." I pointed to the cramp closet door.
"Eh." She stared blankly at me and then turned on her puppy-dog pout attack on me. Heh, to hell with that pout! As if it'll REALLY reach into my internal organs and stuff! No way! I was too freaked out about the soon to be 'MURDER OF NATSUME HYUUGA BY OLD CRAZY LANDLADY' than this fiasco.
I dashed to her side, grabbing her upper arm ready to somersault her to the open door of the closet. But—
"Eh! Natsume you pervert!"
"No! Oi you baka! You need to hide— ACK!"
It just HAD to happen. Just FREAKIN' happen to ME! What have I done to deserve this kind of maltreatment! Our bodies had to go out balance and we, unfortunately, fell to the soft cushions of the futon. I cursed as the door of my room began to pound and burst and fly to the other side of the room due to sheer force. 'I ain't paying for that mess' I mentally twitched. Why? Why? Why? Why oh Why? Why oh Why oh Why ME!
A flow of light golden hair whipped through the early morning's breeze covering the sky blue eyes that gave off her fighting spirit. Her skinny figure opposed her un-feminine, I repeat UNFEMININE, strength( Just check my door and you'll see why). She was still in her ancient frilly night gown, it added 60 years into her even though she was just in her mid twenties what with the eyebags and the wrinkles and heck, as she held on her left hand, her 'mystical' crystal ball which does not amount to anything and is worthless.
" HYUUGA!"
'The old hag, as I like to call her, is gonna KILL ME!' I screamed in the inside. It worsened when I realized the position we were oh so delicately in. . .
' Am I in some girly fanfiction for romance or something? Because it's really beginning to piss me off!'
I felt my eyes twitch with sheer disgust and my mouth form into my signature scornful (but cute) frown as I saw the spaced out and almost dreamy look of Polka Dots below me. Delicate auburn hair was set wildly upon the cold wooden floors and some stuck on my bare chest . My arms became the bars that secured her safely within my protective barrier; opening her to no one except for me and me alone. Her creamy legs wide open with both of my own in between her (on the outside of her body, heck I'll punch you if you thought the other way!)
"Natsu—"I just stared at her emotionlessly as her kissable lips formed my name perfectly in her mouth.
"—me . . . BAKA HENTAI!" her scream was supersonic, breaking every fiber of my poor ear drums.
"Damn it!" I fell backwards due to the sheer volume of her high-pitched voice. Why do girls have to be so squeaky anyway?
"Hey little Miss. . ." a fluffy cloud-like thing flew through the air and into her wailing mouth.
GULP!
She ate it whole and suddenly calmed down almost instantly. Was it some kind of drug?
" Hey old hag, you some kind of drug pusher?"
WHACK!
A frying pan almost landed on my perfect face, luckily, my hand was in its way but damn, that's gonna leave a mark.
" You old HAG!"
WHACK!
" I predict that you will be seriously injured by something with metal someday. . ." she gazed absentmindedly into that stupid ball again.
" It isn't a prediction it's a FACT! You Hag!"
WHACK!
"Damn it!"
"At least I didn't hit anything valuable."
" You damn have! It's the second most valuable thing on me!"
" What's the first?"
I blushed at the 'INNOCENT' question of Polka Dots. I cringed. "Do you have to ask?" It was so frickin' obvious! It was a man's pride and glory (before he gives up his singleness and goes to commitments and family) It was Personal! Idiot I know that she's a girl but damn, That Dense with what Teenagers consider as the ' Personal Guide to Being a Teenager and Angsty' guidebook?
And there was silence. If this were an anime show, there would be a giant slideshow blocking your view and it would say 10 minutes later but sadly this is only fanfiction.
The 10 minutes of silence passed by and I silently glared at the old hag a.k.a. old landlady who was hugging the everso lovable-huggable-adorable Polka Dotted Panty Girl. I'll keep on saying Polka Dotted Panty Girl because I refuse to say her name for personal reasons and annoyingness.
"Aaww. . . and you're saying that you lost your memories and that you have amnesia. . . "The hag put on her I-pity-you face. Yuck, so Gross.
And Polka Dots went Googly-eyes on her and nodded. Pfft. . . I would have laughed if it weren't for my cold demeanor. Heck, I shouldn't care! Why should I care about their stupid girly talks anyway?
"AND YOU WANT TO STAY HERE IN NATSUME"S ROOM?!"
As I heard the primal scream, I felt my skin tinge and sizzle with what felt like hot lava. "What the— damn old hag STOP POURING HOT WATER ON MY ARM!"
"That's punishment for putting an innocent girl in one of your evil charms." I heard her hiss irritably at me.
"No, no Ms. Landlady-san," Polka Dots argued. "I'm staying here because Natsume made me his S-L—"
As if the world was in slow motion, I predicted her next word which would lead me into my early grave without the will. SLAVE. That word would actually devastate the natural order if it were to be used incorrectly. I hurriedly tripped to her side and again, we were in THAT position. SIGH, it was the only thing I could do. It was inevitable.
Resisting the pain brought by Polka Dots muffled screams and chewing of the hand that covered her mouth plus the flying frying pans of the old hag, I tried my best to make up an excuse to her mistake.
" What—Ouch—she—Ouch—was—saying—Ouch—was—I—Ouch—"
" SLOVAKIAN PANCAKES!"
It was not me who said that stupid excuse it was her and I thank heaven for that stupid excuse and for making Idiot Girl here understand the situation.
" Slovakian. . . Pancakes? Are they even the country's specialty?"
" Yeah, I saw it in the tv just this morning on how to cook 'em. I wanted Natsume-kun to make me those Slovakian Pancakes." She smiled innocently.
Okay. . . Say What? I've never even heard of Slovakian Pancakes much less eaten or COOK them! I stared at her unbelievably and quickly stared at the blonde hag.
" Yeah, whatever." I replied monotonously.
" Ne, Ms. Landlady-san." Polka Dots smiled back. "Could we please have some privacy so that Natsume-kun can make me some of his delicious pancakes?"
"Uhh. . . actually, I didn't know Hyuuga can cook anything other than instant coffee and noodles." She muttered as I forcefully pushed her to the outside world.
" Polka door." I ordered quietly as so not to let the hag hear me.
I just had to smirk as she, the most wretched old woman in the whole building stared dumbfounded at the 'discovery' that I can actually cook a half-decent meal.
" Well you thought wrong old hag. See ya." I smirked before placing the broken door in its supposed place to be. That was one down.
" Bye-bye" said Polka.
And one more to go. . .
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After taking a quick shower, I wrapped myself in a short white towel on my waist level. (There were of course boxers beneath them) as I tried to wipe off the cold wet droplets of water on my hair. I blindly noticed Polka Dots staring dreamily at me now wearing a loose white polo shirt that I came to notice were part of my school uniform. And I smirked, pride overfilling the vessel that was my face and body.
I leaned down to her level, placing my hand to her chin, nuzzling it with a playing boyish spirit of a teenager. "Like what you're looking?"
She just dazed passed my crimson eyes, her own hazel orbs were hollow as if looking for something inside of me. What? Was she perverted or something? I mean hell yeah I was drop-dead handsome and knew my ways into a woman's heart but I also knew my limits so she shouldn't act like that anyway; she should be blushing and wheezing and NOT looking pass through me. It was weird.
" Hey little girl. . . Hey. . ." I was getting irritated with this girl. I was even waving my arm like a ridiculous idiot in front of her yet still no reply. "Oi!"
That drew the line.
I fumbled over the boxes that I had yet to clean and tidy up, searching for one of the most useful belongings I had to scare off half of the rabid fan girls and to pacify idiots; my trusty large paper fan.
SMACK!
" Itai! That really hurts!" she howled in pain. But I smirked with triumph knowing that I had successfully brought her back to the living world.
" What were you doing little Polka?" I asked her, cloaking my concern for her with my smirk. "Were you dreaming of me?" I gave again another excuse to cover my concern.
She nodded her head profusely. "Ie, Nandemonai Natsume-kun. The way you stood before me a while ago, it reminded me of something but I didn't fully understand it and the way you looked at me with your eyes, it somehow—"
It just had to stop. All her complements were beginning to seep into me. I even felt warm heat trailing off into my usually cold cheeks. "Shut up already. I know that I've never met you other than last night so stop thinking the wrong way."
" Oh. . ." her eyes were now locked on the wooden floor boards, searching for some excuse just to not let her see me.
I felt a new sensation then with that gloomy appeal of hers. Guilt. I've never felt guilty of making a girl cry or disappointed before. It was always their fault in the first place that they wanted to 'know' me better and start to give me unwanted gifts and I in turn denied all of them. I knew that what they were doing was only because of my outer appearance and I hated it to no end. So what made this situation different?
I had to act fast before this 'guilt' sensation takes over me body and tries to ,yuck, 'comfort' her. "Oi, you should take a shower now before the hot water's gone. There should be an extra shirt lying in one of those boxes so use them."
" Hai." She stated weakly, trails of thought still clouding her mind.
"Oi, you better do the laundry after you're done washing." Her face turned into a puff ball and as quickly as it became a blow ball, it soon changed into a warm smile.
" Sure!" she cheered before entering the compact bathroom that I had.
" What a great way to start your day Natsume. . ." I sighed sarcastically. Really, having your slave jump up and down on your already aching body, then having to know that she went out of the room in your own favorite shirt then having the pleasure of being pummeled by your landlady and having you door break down to the other side of your small room plus having every fiber of your eardrums burst because of her screams. Wow, what a L-U-C-K-Y day this is starting to be.
It was about to get more L-U-C-K-Y when I heard a sudden knock on my broken door. A greeting of "Ohayo Natsume-kun" made me tensed as I knew that the old hag would never greet me a 'ohayo' or address me as 'Natsume-kun'.
I had to act fast before that person notices her. Before it becomes an all out war of misunderstandings. . .
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Me: And Natsume just blushes and sits in his corner of loneliness trying ever so hard to understand his feelings towards his beloved Polka Dots who he cares so deeply but is too afraid to accept—
Natsume: Shut Up! Why do you keep on torturing me!
Me: Because I felt that a bishie like you deserves to be tortured for everything that you and your kind have done to your love partners. Right girls?!
Girls: Hell Yeah!
Natsume: Women are evil beasts. . . (shudders)
Mikan: That is if their men are made of pure evil vegetables.
Natsume: What! You saying I'm wheat or produce or something?
Mikan: No, I just wanted to have a counter for your saying that we were beasts.
Natsume: (slaps his hand on his forehead) Baka.
Me: Okay, enough with that. If you have notice, Natsume's POV is sooo long (yet the chapter seemed so short. Sorry for that). I hope that doesn't affect the story to be boring I just wanted it to be funny especially with the Natsume Tortures that follow up.
Natsume: What! It's all your fault!
Mikan: (bonks Natsume's head with frying pan) Hehe, all taken cared of till next chapter
Me: (grins) Thanks Mikan.
Mikan: No prob (grins back)
Me: Well, Hope you enjoyed the story and Review Review Review Onnegaisimasu! All help is welcomed too and what they will think for the next chapter because I may need some new ideas. Hehe. Thanks and Merry Christmas
Ja Ne!