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4th chapter: Series of Unfortuante Events

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It's been exactly 2 days since Natsume moved in with them. But Mikan's hate relationsip with him didn't seem to get any better.

"Hurry it up Mik-mik!" Natsume shouted a few meters away from her.

It was still 6:30 in the morning and her class starts at exactly 8, so why was he in such a hurry? Must have something to do with him being in the police business right? Coz' she heard that those guys are trained to make every second count. But geez, it wasn't like they were going to war or going to a mission or something.

"Just wait, o.k?" She shouted back as she dug her hand in her purse, searching for her comb. Who does this guy thinks he is? How dare he boss her around? So, just for a morning laugh she walked slowly, catwalk style. There's nothing better to do early in the morning than annoy Natsume!

"You know, you only look like a snake crawling so stop that. It's such a horrifying view for an early morning." He said as he opened the door and seated in the driver's sit.

"You know what also? You were much better on your first day of work, at least you had the thought of being a gentleman and opened the door for me." She said with pure sarcasm in her voice.

He didn't as much reply. Instead he started the engine and drove away to their destination. Oh well, Mikan was happy with the idea of them not talking.

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"What's wrong Mikan?" Nonoko asked.

Mikan was currently on her sit that early morning and frowning. Normally, she would still have been in bed and snoozing. If you look at her from afar you could say the world just fell on her shoulder.

"Someone just got on my nerve, that's all." She said in a bored tone but smiled a bit over her concerned friends.

"Honesty is the best policy." A pair of violet eye met hers. Hotaru knew Mikan better than anyone else. She could she past her lies and she can make her tell the truth by just starring at her.

"Fine, I'll tell you. But it's just so stressing. My God! By the time I reach 20, I'll be full of wrinkles." She said massaging her face.

"Just tell us already Mikan. What's the problem?" Hotaru asked impatiently.

"Well, some drama is going on at home and my bodyguard is annoying me to death, that's what's wrong!" She yelled.

"Say, what kind of drama?" Anna asked intriguingly.

"Oh, I don't know the all the details yet but my dad is acting overprotective all of a sudden and he's acting strange." She let out a deep sigh and waited for her friends to comment but seconds turned to minute and still they remained quiet.

"This will be the time where you guys will give me an advice." Mikan rolled her eyes.

"We know." They replied in unison.

"So? What can you say? C'mon, help me out here will yah!" She let out a groan.

"We can't say anything about your father unless you're certain that there really is something going on. Who knows, maybe his fatherly instinct just kicked in which explains why he's so protective lately. You have to admit that you've been going out lately than you used to do." Hotaru commented while her eyes still focusing on the book she was reading.

'I guess you're right. I'm just stressing out, right?" Mikan looked at the door and glared at the guy leaning against the wall, Natsume. "It's all because of that stupid ogre over there."

"You know Mikan, I really don't see the problem with Natsume. I mean look at the positive side of things, you're being followed by a guy who is gorgeous, and oh so hot." This time it was Anna's turn to speak.

"Anna, can you wipe that saliva off your mouth. It's disgusting." Mikan again rolled her eyes. It was becoming her habit and she has to stop doing it.

"Why don't give the guy a chance Mikan. You've been mean to him since his first day of work. You know any girl would kill to have him as their bodyguard. Who knows, you might end up liking him. Oh my gosh! That would so cute, I wish I have a bodyguard like you Mikan." Anna sighed dreamily.

"Like him? I doubt that. But fine, I'll try to be nice to him."

The gang or in this case, Nonoko and Anna, jumped happily with their heads clouded with some sappy romantic love story.

"I said I'll try. I don't promise anything."

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Mikan starred at her mirror for about an hour now. Well, fine. Maybe it's a bit exaggerating but you get the picture. She blinked a few more times and took a big, deep breath.

"This is it Mikan. It's time to face your worst nightmare. Just relax and take deep, relaxing breaths."

She made her way to the elevator but stopped a few inches away. She'll just walk down. She let out a groan at the thought. It's all right. It's totally fine. She'll just sacrifice about an hour or so of her precious time walking down the long stairs that could probably kill her legs. She can do that! Just like she can do almost any other thing just to avoid Natsume!

She was starving to death but she purposely didn't eat dinner on time. She didn't want to see Natsume right now or for any given moment. She promised her friends she'll try to be nice to him but just the mere thought of it made her stomach turned with disgust.

And boy was she happy when all her sacrifices didn't turn out for nothing. The moment she stepped off their stairs and saw that the hall was empty, she couldn't help but do her happy dance.

It's a combination of all her favorite dance moves like hip-hop, break dance and ballet.

Now throw your hands up in the air
And wave 'em around like you just don't care
If you wanna party let me hear you yell
'Cause we've got it goin' on again

She started waving her hands and swaying her hips. She did those Michael Jackson moves or at least try to and the robot dance.

She wasn't that graceful and whenever she did her happy dance she usually ends up hurting her self. That's why she reserves this dance only for those very, very, super duper happy moments. And besides, her dancing isn't really that great of a sight to see. If she'll admit to herself, it's totally embarrassing and horrible to look at!

"Let me hear you say it one more time! Now throw your hands up in the air and wave 'em around like you just don't care. Wooh! I really just don't care." She was so in the moment that she didn't realize someone was watching her.

"Ahem!"

Her hands froze in mid-air when she heard that single sound. Oh God!

"Please don't be Natsume! Please don't be Nastume!" She knew her hope was for nothing. She recognized that voice anywhere.

She turned around and saw, yes that's right ladies and gentlemen, Natsume Hyuuga! He was eyeing her like she was some kind of circus clown with these crazy makeup and costume. He knew what his smirk meant, oh joy, he was amused!

"You know you look like a chicken when you dance." He let out a lazy laugh.

For the first time Mikan heard Natsume laugh. She probably had her mouth open at that moment. He seemed to notice that and his cold demeanor returned again.

They stayed silent. No one bothered to say anything, like they couldn't find the right words to say. They we're just looking at each other, only blinking and breathing.

"Growl…"

And then, to Mikan's horror and more embarrassment her stomach growled so loud she was sure Natsume heard it. All the blood in her body rose to her face and she was blushing like she never blushed before.

"I think you're pet's hungry." Natsume said and walked to the kitchen. Mikan followed him of course. She has to put something on her stomach to calm it down.

But she was wondering why the heck is Natsume being nice to her. Nice in a sense that he's not mercilessly teasing her about the not so little incident. But she shouldn't be confident. Who knows what's going on through Natsume's head right now? She knows his type. He'll strike when she least expects it and boom! She'll lose.

"Here. Eat this."

She eyed the food like it was her biology test, carefully examining it.

"How can I be sure you didn't put any poison in this food?" She looked at him with suspicion.

Again she saw that familiar expression in his eyes. What was in her that seems to amuse him all the time?

"Don't you think it's very ironic for the person you hired to protect you to kill you?" He shoved a spoon full of cake in his mouth. Mocha. Yummy!

"First of all I didn't hire you. Second, when that person is you I don't think it's very ironic."

She almost flinched when she saw the change in Natsume's face. He looked twice as scary as the first time she saw him. Not scary of course like ugly-scary but dangerous-scary type.

"It was a joke. Geez."

"Of course it was." His voice was full of sarcasm.

"Sarcastic much but witty. Maybe getting along with him won't be so hard. I mean, I can take a few arguments." She smiled to herself.

Get along? Yeah, right!

And then the room was filled with silence once again.

One minute.

Natsume was still busy with his cake.

10 minutes.

Still busy.

15 minutes.

Yep, you guessed it! Still busy.

After 20 minutes of silence.

"Ahm, Natsume. Is that all you're gonna eat?" Oh, what a lame excuse to start a conversation.

"Yes."

"So… Do you like cake much?" Oh great! Very creative!

"Look Mik-mik. We both know what you're trying to do. Just like what you did in the car, you're trying to start a very lousy conversation."

"What? Oh that. Wait--- Don't get the wrong idea that I'm trying to get you attention again." So much for her happy thoughts. By now, all of them have evaporated already.

"Again? So you admit it then? You were trying to get my attention back then?"

One point for Natsume Hyuuga. Still zero for Mikan.

"What! No!" She slammed her fist on the table with great annoyance.

"Just like a while ago. I knew you were doing that crazy dance so I'll notice you. It worked but it didn't really impress me."

The look on his face tells that he's about to blow into laughs.

"Oh shut up! It's not like I did it because of you! You stupid, big-headed, donkey-faced baboon."

Mikan's pale face turned redder by each minute.

"Say what you want but it doesn't change my mind. Good night Mik-mik. Try not to peek on me while I sleep." And with that he started walking away.

"Peek at you? You wish! I should be the one telling you that!" Mikan shouted but it was too late for Natsume to hear it.

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She made her way to her classroom and dumped her bag on her chair. She scanned the room and her face lit up a bit when she saw Hotaru and the gang, but her smile disappeared the next second.

"We need to have a serious talk" She directly told them.

"I swear Mikan, I was going to return the pink skirt I took from you closet. Hotaru said it was all right to do it." Anna said nervously.

"What? What are you talking about?" Mikan asked confused.

"What? What? I didn't say anything. He he he. I was probably babbling." Anna let out another nervous laugh and hid behind Nonoko.

Mikan just rolled her eyes, again! "Stop doing that!" She mentally commanded her self.

"Anyways, we have a mission." -Mission Impossible background inserted here people-

"Don't tell me we're robbing a bank?" Nonoko asked surprised. Normally, when Mikan says the word 'mission' it means something stupid, risky and something related to the word 'crazy'.

"No, dummie." She let out a short laugh.

"We're going to make Natsume Hyuuga quit." She said it with such determination on her face that you think she was…

"Can't we just rob a bank?"

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Aiyen's Note: Please review!

P.S (I'm still trying to think of my ideas on what Mikan will do to get rid of Natsume. If

you have any ideas, then please tell me. I'll greatly appreciate it!)