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Konnichiwa minna-san, Lady-Von-Bielefeld here, bringing you another chapter of Trust me….
Disclaimer: Maybe, If I dream hard enough, Gakuen Alice will be mine (keep dreaming!hahaha)
Trust Me
By: Lady-Von-Bielefeld
Chapter 1: The story Begins
She grabbed her white-panda pen. She looked at Natsume, and back into the pieces of paper. Was she really going to sign it? Was she really that desperate to get herself out of that pit of bills?
"Well? Are you going to sign it or not?" Natsume asked in an irritated tone.
"Maybe. But I have to---"
"But you have to what!" he leaned back. She is so unpredictable. One minute she'll be 'where do I sign?' now she's like 'I have to---' ugh. I will never understand her! Natsume thought to himself.
"I have to check it first. I don't want to regret anything." She reasoned.
"There's no such thing as regret. There are only lessons." He stated with confidence.
"Since when did you start sounding like an old preacher?" she laughed out loud.
He shrugged.
Mikan frowned at the paper she was reading. She sighed and threw the paper back to Natsume.
"Satisfied?" he asked.
"Not in the least." She said crossing her arms. "Natsume, that so called contract of yours is rubbish!"
"What rubbish? I spent a whole minute typing that."
"It only states our prenuptial agreement." She scowled.
"No, it doesn't." Natsume answered cautiously. "It also states our agreement of secrecy and the reasons why you must not leave, harm, hurt or object to a Hyuuga."
"Exactly. It's rubbish. It's just about you." She sighed. "What about what I want? What I need?"
"What do you want, exactly?"
"Rules."
"Rules?"
"Don't play dumb. You know… rules."
"Ok then, we'll set rules." His expression was a combination of utter disbelief, irritation and amusement.
"Number oneI'm free to have any other relationship with any other guy I please. It's not as if this marriage is real, anyway." Mikan stated.
He smirked. "Very well, polka. But rulenumber two states that we'll have to go out to public at least twice a week. We Hyuuga's are really concerned about our images. I don't want people thinking that I don't take my wife out on dates just because we're leaving in one roof." That thought sent shivers down Mikan's spine.
"Fine." It's not as if she doesn't go out with Natsume. They've been having their play dates ever since they were five after all.
"Number three, you give me 500,000 yen as my allowance every month." She smiled bitterly. I guess Hotaru's love for money has rubbed onto her.
"Are you crazy? That's way too much for you. Greedy pig. 100,000 yen." He said slapping the table.
"I'm not cheap, Natsume. 400,00yen!"
"150,000 yen."
"300,000 yen, you selfish cow!"
"200,000 yen, polka dotted-wearing idiot!"
"250,000 yen. Pervert!"
"Done." He accepted his defeat. He helped himself to more of Mikan's special tangerine juice.
"Number four, no sex or what so ever. No harassing me, or I swear to God, I'll sue you." She said in a serious tone.
"None?" he asked teasingly.
"Nah-uh, no way. Forget it you old pervert. I'm saving it for my future husband." She shook her head, over and over again.
"Baka." He said rolling his eyes. "I am your future husband." He said in a matter-of-fact-tone.
"You're only my pretend, future husband. And there's no way. No absolute way that I'm going to make love to you!" she said firmly.
"What ever you say, polka. But rule number five states that you and I are going to be sleeping in one room." He smirked.
"No way." She said crossing her arms. There was absolutely no way that she was going to share a room with a pervert like Natsume.
"You can't object, polka. Since our wedding's short notice, our mansion isn't still built nor has it been written in paper yet. I'll ask my engineers tomorrow to start working on our house, but for the mean time we'll be living with my dad in our mansion. And so he won't have any doubts, it's just normal we sleep in one room. So you don't actually have a choice." He actually has a point her (wahahaha)
"B---but…. But.." she almost cried.
"Don't worry, polka. I only go for girls with the right type of bodies. I won't even dream of touching yours." He stated coldly.
She stuck out her tongue. "bleh:p"
"Dou you have any more to add?" he asked her.
She shook her head. "Nope. I just need you to follow those three, and that's it."
She smiled. Actually it's five. But she really didn't care that much about the going out with him at least twice a week and the whole 'share one room scenario.' None of that really mattered to her, as long as she was free to fall in love with other men, as long as she was given 250,000 yen every month and as long as she's 100 percent sure that Natsume won't touch her, then she doesn't really see any problem with her marrying him. So what the heck? She took her pen and signed the contract paper, with her lovely hand writing she imprinted her name and signature…
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She sat down, looking at the impatient Natsume Hyuuga. He had made no appointment with his father, Seiji Hyuuga, today. But there's no reason why he can't see him. His dad may be a busy man, but he was so sure, so absolutely sure that he'll be able to talk to him.
"I demand to see him!" he's fist crashed down onto one of the tables, causing a few papers to fall quietly on the ground. It had been an hour or so, but not even a shadow of the ever so famous Seiji Hyuuga has graced their presence.
"I---I am terribly sorry, Mr. Hyuuga." Maud, the secretary said between shaking teeth.
"But Mr. Seiji instructed me not to let anyone in." she said putting her hand out, to fend him off.
"I'm not just anyone! I'm his son, for Pete's sake! Let me in."
"Bu---but sir."
"Get out of the way, you hag!" he spat, pushing aside the forty-year old woman.
He walked towards his dad's office and kicked open the door.
"Goodness." Mocked a bored voice. "Don't you know how to knock?"
Natsume casually let himself in, ignoring his father's sarcasm. Seiji, his dad, was sitting on his favorite black office chair. He was starring at the busy city from his glass window.
"Dad." He said coolly sitting on one of the empty chairs. "I need to talk to you."
"What about, son?"
"I'm getting--."
He stopped as he heard his old man sigh from the chair. "I'm sorry, Natsume. But I already told you that I can't trust you with the company."
"What are you---" he shouted.
"Because…. You'll just play with it. " He said turning around to face his son. "Like how you play with women."
Seiji Lawrence Hyuuga, was quiet handsome for his age. He still has those lovely brown eyes that attracted a lot of women. His raven hair, although has a mixture of silver was still shinning with the brilliant rays of the sun. His body was still fit, and his sense of style was W.O.W. just like Natsume's.
"No, I won't." he said with confidence. "Besides, who said anything about the company? I was just going to invite you to my----"
The old man smirked. "I know you, Natsume. You think everything's a game. And you love playing, don't you? I'm telling you this now, so you won't expect anything." He cleared voice, and loosen the knot of his tie.
"I'm not letting a boy who can't even keep up a serious relationship handle a company I worked hard for and that's final." He turned back to the window.
"Bastard." Natsume hissed, clenching his fist.
"Will you let me finish? Dammit! I'm not talking about the company, you old goat!" he was trying his best to control his temper.
Seiji faced him again. Curiosity as well as uncertainty was evident in those brown eyes.
He raised one brow. "What exactly are you talking about?"
"I was trying to invite you to my----"
"Uncle!" squealed the optimistic voice of the brunet.
Ugh. Natsume thought. No one ever lets me finish! Dammit!
Seiji's cold eyes melted in an instant. "Mikan-chan!" he stood up and hugged the girl.
"Aren't you getting prettier?" he asked patting the girl on the head.
Mikan flashed him a smile. "You're not looking to bad yourself, uncle."
Natsume's left brow flinched. "Would you let me finish?" he asked between greeted teeth.
But for poor Natsume, no one listened to him.
"Any particular reason why you visit, Mikan-chan?" his dad continued blabbering away, not minding the cold stares he was receiving.
"Mmmm, well uncle---" Mikan tried to answer.
"Oh you wanted to see your uncle, just to find out how he's doing. That's so sweet of you, my dear. " he answered for her. Laughing like an ego maniac. (Tamaki's dad I so love him.)
Her sweat dropped. "Ahmm, that's not exactly it. Natsume and I wanted to----"
"Don't be modest, dear. It's perfectly all right if you visit. In fact, I want to see you more often." Again, he cut her off.
"Uhmm uncle---"
"Would you like some juice? My secretary makes the most exquisite juices you can imagine."
"No, Thank you. But I ---"
"Some pastries then?" he never stops, does he?
"Maybe next time. We really want to talk to you about---"
"I know you're probably watching your figure, but you should really try---"
"DAD!" Natsume finally screamed.
Turning his gaze away from the brunet, he met with his sons crimson eyes. He tilted his head, and asked. "What is it son?"
Natsume gave out a small sigh.
"Would you please let us finish? It's rude that you're always interrupting." He spat.
"Oh." Seiji shrugged, smiled at Mikan, and went back to his comfy office chair. There he faced both of them.
"So…" he started. "What did you want to say?"
Natsume smiled at himself. Finally.
"Dad, I'm--- I mean we're," Seiji watched as Natsume gently enclosed his hands on Mikan's.
"We're inviting you to our wedding, next week." Mikan smiled.
She's a very good actress. Natsume thought.
"Dad," he smiled, "We're getting married."
He found it so entertaining to watch his father's jaw drop. Gotcha.
Author's note: Thank you, to the people who decided to read and left reviews for this. I really appreciate your reviews and suggestions. (May nagsusugest ba? ) I hope you'll continue to support it. Since this just came out of the blues, I really, really, really don't have any idea on how to end this yet. Maybe Natsume and Mikan will end up together. Maybe, maybe not. Hehehe you guys have to give me your suggestions…, I'm giving everyone chances to tell me what you want to happen.
Sorry for not updating sooner, I was really busy with my practice and I'm proud o say it paid off. I won second place in the oration contest. Yeahey for me! Hehehe..,
Take Care Minna-san!
God bless and I LOVE you
- Lady-Von-Bielefeld