Being Mrs. Hyuuga
Jazzrox
Disclaimer; I do not own GA
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"Mikan?? Honey?? Are you okay??" Yuka shook her daughter.Mikan was standing with her mouth open WIDE for the past ten minutes.
"Mikan??"Yuka looked worried. Natsume just sat looking at the girl making a big fool of herself, standing stupidly. Another horror filled squeak escaped Mikan's throat. She then seemed to have found her voice.
But the next thing she said left every one shocked…………….and momentarily deaf
"WHAT THE HELL?? I'M NOT MARRYING THIS-THIS WHO-THE-HECK!!"
"hehehehhe" Yuka gave an embaressed laugh. "Mikan, enough with the jokes honey." She cooed. "Know what?? You two will get married soon after you graduate!!"
"What?? But what about higher studies and college and university and finding jobs….what about my FUTURE?"
"oi"
A low toned, musky voice uttered. Mikan turned towards Natsume. "you're gonna start college after we get married." "oh" Yuka said. "Feel better now?"
"NO!"
"Oh…Mikan, now don't be so difficult." Yuka wagged her finger at Mikan. "but-bu-bub-but mom…I don't wanna marry him."
"You have no choice."
"No choice?" Mikan whispered. The whole situation sank in her mind.
"And you won't be allowed to take up a job. You start your own business, according to your masters, but you cannot work under someone." He continued. "But, I'm only 18!!" Mikan whined. "I'm not ready for commitment."
"Whatever, little girl."
"hey!! I'm not a little girl." Mikan was indignant. "you're only 18,for me you ARE a little girl" he replied coolly.
A horrific thought entered her mind.a little girl …for him?? Oh no!! how old is he??50? no!! But he looks quite young!
"oh, don't worry honey. Natsume is just a little older than you." Her mother cooed.
"how old?" Mikan asked 56…78??
"well, he's 22" Mikan's mouth fell open. "WHAT?? BUT HE'S OLDER THAN ME……IT'S A 4 YEAR DIFFRENCE!!"
"uummmm…Mikan, four years isn't that much you know?" her mother argued.
"noooooooooooooooooooooo…it's too much, all my life I thought I would marry someone I really love but no….you ruined it…ruined it….how could you mama?" Mikan kept rattling on and on…..
Natsume's POV
Dang it! This girl is damn noisy.
"Ma'am" I said. She turned and smiled. "yes?" "Can I get some time alone with my fiancé?" I need to dictate some terms this baka must follow. Little girl, you're gonna regret you ever met me.
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Mikan stared at Natsume as they were quietly left alone. She wanted to cry. She wouldn't be able to marry Tsubasa anymore. She hated Natsume. He was the cause of all her sorrows in life.
"Oi, idiot." He said. Mikan just stared at him, appalled. "what did you just call me?" she probed, anger on the edge of her tone. "b-a-k-a" he stretched the word in four long syllables. Mikan would have attacked him, but he started to talk.
"Listen loud and clear. I'm marrying you only because my father is getting on my nerves. So I have a few terms; don't annoy me.
Don't get into my personal business.
Don't expect to care for you.
Don't expect me to be your typical husband.
Don't expect all that love crap. And stay outta my way." He stated all these terms in his cold, harsh voice. He couldn't care less. Mikan pursed her lips, she wanted to cry. She was getting married to someone and he would never care for her. She turned on her heel and ran upstairs to her room.
As soon as she entered inside, she threw herself on her bed and cried to sleep.
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Natsume sat at the armchair and scrutinized the room. Tch, small. No wonder they're so eager. Want money. He thought to himself.
"Natsume," Yuka came back. "The guest room is upstairs….come."
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"HO-Hotaru….what do I doo?" Mikan sobbed.
Hotaru decided that the matter was serious. "Talk to auntie…if it doesn't work then –then…maybe I could help you get away. To some university or on a really long holiday."
"you will?? Well I guess that's how it's supposed to be. Mom isn't gonna bend."
Hotaru sighed "relax, everything will be fine….Mikan, everyone has a happy ending."
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Mikan sat on her front porch. Her face was devoid of her beautiful,sunny smile. She was crying. Hotaru had offered to help in some way, but her tears wouldn't stop.
"hey" she turned. Natsume was standing there. Instant hate boiled in the core of her heart for this guy. She hated him. Will continue to hate him. And will always hate him.
"Quit with all the sobbing, it's getting on my nerves."
"as if I care" she said scathingly. "go away" Natsume just ignored her and stood there leaning on the wall. "I told you to GO AWAY." She repeated. Natsume said nothing.
Mikan then became silent for a while. After a few minutes she said. "why are you doing this to me??" tears sliding down her already tear-stained cheeks. " please, you have more say in this. Please refuse to marry me. I can't live my life stuck in an unhappy marriage. I can't .please. I just want to have a happy life. But I'll never have one if I can't marry someone I love. Someone who'll feel the same. I need some one to care for me…..and you've made it clear that you won't….so please Natsume,please. You're also kinda old for me you know. We might make a big mess of this marriage!!"
"No"
Mikan was appalled. "what??"
"No"
"Why?"
Natsume didn't reply, he just went inside.
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