Disclaimer applied.
For those of you who are anticipating for my next update, my regular updates would be, more or less, 2 weeks since it takes me two weeks before I could actually finish one Korean drama and currently, I am watching Goong. I love writing, but I love to watch more. So there you have it. ^^V
This story is set after six years, by the way.
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The door slowly, painfully opened. The thrill, anticipation, excitement and adrenaline finishing in. Her heart pounded along with the improvised beat of the drumrolls her mind had creatively created.
Real drumrolls, please.
The sound of angels singing, please.
Fire cracking sounds, please.
And now, welcome to hell.
Here's your sweet, sinful, corruptive hell, Mikan Sakura.
Oh how she wanted to faint.
Coz, baby, she loved hell.
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HEADS UP! Mikan—chibi-form, in a pink chiffon dress—holding a banner, it says:
this
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ROOMMATE
(Smileys and hearts background)
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Chapter 2: Just Don't Hate Me
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It was inexplicable, the bizarre, bizarre room of Natsume Hyuuga.
In all honesty, in all points of view and in Mikan Sakura's important opinon, Natsume Hyuuga's room, to such extent, has no proper and definite right to be called a room. Give due respect to other lowly, unprivileged rooms please, respect. Set Mikan Sakura's room as an example of the other lowly, unprivileged rooms. Why? Because of the obvious reason that, Natsume's room isn't a room to begin with! Where's the justice in the world? It's a house, sweet Jesus, a house!
Let me give concrete proofs to justify the facts. First off, it was a huge, massive room where it can fit a living room, a kitchen, a dining room, an entertainment room, a fireplace, a bathroom and of course the bedroom. Oh, there were also hallways plus a flight of stairs. Seems small to you? Well, wait until you see Mikan's room, where she experienced the happiness of only having a bed, a shower room and the company of rats, spiders and ants. These facts aren't exaggerated at all, what more if it was. Believe me, all this was an understatement.
And yes, it was inexplicable, the bizarre, bizarre reaction of Mikan Sakura.
Her eyes bulged, her shoulders shook, her hands shook, her knees shook, her toes shook and most of all, her jaw dropped almost way down to the floor but unfortunately her hands caught it in the process. These facts aren't exaggerated at all, what more if it was. Believe me, all this, an understatement.
It was really jaw-dropping, what Mikan saw.
Mikan froze in place. It was her first time to actually see an overly sized room here in the academy. She was accustomed to seeing 15x15 meter rooms, like hers, and of course, since this room was something she uncommonly witnesses, she pathetically drooled and pathetically gawked.
The room was monochromatic, a dull scene of black and white. Just like his expressions, Mikan thought. White ceilings, white walls, black curtains, black pieces of furniture and a shiny, shimmery black marble floor. The living room was lavishly designed with two black modern sofas across each other, a cream elegant sofa in between, plus a dark coffee table with glossy black jars on top at the center. Java lamps brightly lit up the dull colors of the room, presenting a warm, welcoming vibe.
Mikan delved deeper into the interior of the room, amazedly examining the kitchen that was full of stainless steel appliances. Just like his heart, she thought.
Next to the kitchen was the dining room. A stroke of loneliness packed the room emphasized by the long dining table that separated the two major dining chairs. Just like the distance…between us, Mikan sulkily construed.
Natsume leaned silently on the door frame the whole time, silently observing the brunette who was engulfed in astonishment and incredulity.
He, too, was engulfed, slowly and wonderfully, by her—everything, anything about her.
Mikan spun around.
She grinned idiotically.
Natsume thought she had lost her mind but he was nonetheless, engulfed.
Then she bit sarcastically, "Wow, I never knew that rooms have hallways nowadays, take note of the s."
Then she laughed that boisterous laugh.
Natsume, an educated boy as he was, chose to ignore the sarcasm which was a compliment in disguise. Instead, he advanced inside his room, dragging along the luggage of his new sarcastic roommate, the wheels scraping along that shiny, shimmery marble floor.
He had one thing in mind though as he walked past her.
Natsume was engulfed, slowly and wonderfully by her—everything, anything about her, except for two things: her sarcastic remarks and her boisterous laugh that rang and rang inside his eardrums.
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"The preparations are complete, Headmaster-sama. Sakura-san is now under the supervision of Hyuuga-san."
"Good. But are you assured that, Hyuuga-san will perform his duties well?" The headmaster grabbed the pen lying on his table.
"Of course, of course."
"Great." He nodded.
"…"
"Do you have any information about the organization, Narumi-san?"
"Nada, Headmaster-sama. However, there has been a rumor that the organization was previously led by the mother of Sakura-san." Narumi stated seriously.
"I see. That must be one reason why they need Sakura-san." The headmaster spun the pen with his hands.
"Hai."
"Does Sakura-san know about this?"
"Well, partly. She does know about the possible attack of the organization. But she doesn't know that she's the target."
"Why didn't you tell her the truth?" The pen stopped spinning.
"Mikan, I mean, Sakura-san might not fully comply with us if she knew she's being targeted. Sakura-san does not wish to imperil her friends for her sake."
The headmaster resumed in twirling the pen across his fingers. "Wakarimashita. You may leave."
"Hai." Narumi bowed his head and left.
The headmaster whirled the rotating chair and faced the wall.
"Jigoku Society…"
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"WHAT? THIS IS OUR ROOM?" Mikan Sakura drawled in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, no need to thank me." Natsume returned the sarcasm.
"That's not what I meant!"
"Then what do you mean?"
"What I mean is, are you pointing out, that I'm going to sleep here from now on, with you? My conscience can not obviously permit that!"
"Yes. So?"
"So."
"So?"
"Argh!"
Mikan sighed. She eyed the bedroom with absolute displeasure. Not because of the black terracotta tiles, nor the king sized bed revamped with black bed sheets and red pillows, nor the cherry blossoms lamp that signified her last name, nor the two black recliners she had desired to recline on, nor the plasma TV, nor the gaming consoles, nor the other high-tech stuff lurking inside his bedroom.
Mikan was absolutely displeased with the fact that she will truly and surely and definitely share a room with the notorious Black Cat, the infamous Natsume Hyuuga.
It was awkward, embarrassing even.
She's young and a virgin.
And he's young and a pervert.
Her eyes widened.
Brown orbs flashing.
"I can't sleep here. I can sleep anywhere but not here, with you, especially. You might harass me." Mikan said.
"Stop putting malice into this. But if you really insist then, I won't stop you. Go sleep on the sofa." Natsume said flatly.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY? You ill-mannered, rude, boorish pig! You're not a gentleman! How dare you let me sleep on the sofa while you're enjoying the benefits of that king size bed?"
"Did you forget? Or do you have some kind of memory loss illness? You just said you can sleep anywhere." He said, his tone scarcely changing.
"Uhh…well, you are still not a gentleman. You're ill-mannered! You're rude! You're boorish! And I hate you!"
Natsume's spine jolted disturbingly.
Mikan turned to leave but, a hand shot up and grabbed a hold of her wrist.
He spun her gently to see her face.
He leaned closer, examining her features, most especially her eyes, those brown, brown orbs.
"Fine. I'll sleep on the sofa. You, sleep here. Just don't—"
"Na-Natsume-kun, I'm sor—" Her heart sped up. Those crimson eyes looked dangerously at hers, enticing her, alluring her.
"Just don't…"
"…"
Natsume's eyes darkened.
"Just don't…pee on my sheets." He smirked.
Mikan frowned. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"…" Natsume grunted.
"Just kidding." Mikan beamed cheekily. "Anyway, thank you, Natsume-kun."
"Tch."
A scowl crumpled his beautiful features. Just don't hate me.
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HEADS UP! Natsume—chibi-form, in a black cat costume—holding a banner, it says:
Thank you very much for reading.
SEE YOU NEXT TIME!
this
is
ROOMMATE
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