All Because Of A Headline

NatsuMikan Fanfic

"Mikan Sakura Going Solo?" That was the question everybody asks whenever they hear the name Mikan Sakura. Because it goes like this.

Mikan Sakura is the lead singer and bassist of the famous band "Cardiology." This band was famous, yes. They were loved by everyone, yes. But were they friends like the other bands? Capital NO. You see, it's because this "awesome" band was composed of Luna, her goons, and Mikan. And of course, Mikan was the prettiest. And also the only one who could actually sing. They all sucked. And people, being the idiots they are, can't tell the difference of what's real and what's awesomeness caused by the wonderful creation called technology. That's why they never had any live concerts. Because technology is complicated when it comes to live events.

And the only reason why she joined them was because they heard her sing in the shower. They liked it, and so, tada. Here she is, now in the airport, waiting for her ride after her 3-hour flight from Hong Kong, the stop from U.S.A. She was going home. To Japan. She missed her family, her friends, and of course, her ex-boyfriend.

Who was now dating her best friend.

But unlike other girls whose best friends dated their ex's, she didn't get mad. Not one bit. In fact, she was happy for them. Though she couldn't help but feel envious. But don't blame her; who wouldn't when you're boyfriend 3 weeks ago became your best friend's boyfriend?

Anyway, she just waited in the airport. She didn't know who she was waiting for, but she didn't mind. Hotaru said that this guy always never comes unnoticed. She asked her how, but she just said to wait and see. So yeah, she was waiting in the airport, with no idea who was picking her up, and was just trying her luck to not be noticed by anyone as the Mikan Sakura. She then leaned on a post nearby waited in silence. That was, until she heard her phone ring. She rummaged her bag until she found her phone. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Hotaru, so she picked up, but instead of giving her the usual greeting, Hotaru just said, "He's here.", and hung up.

She lowered her phone and stuffed it back in her bag. She didn't know what she meant, but if he was here, then she should at least be happy. Waiting here after a 3-hour flight was absolutely tiresome, and she needed to go home and sleep in her oh-so-cozy bed.

She looked to her right from a sudden burst of screams. She fully expected to see a man armed with a gun, or even a fire started, but all she saw was a bunch of girls surrounding a car,- A Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport?-, screaming their heads out.

What the hell? Mikan thought, standing up straight. She had this urge to go nearer to see what was happening, but she also had this feeling telling her that going nearer is like getting closer to death's door, so she stayed away. That was until the car stopped in front of her, the driver's door opening, and a man in a pair of jeans, a white shirt, a black jacket, and a pair of Converse stepped out. He had tousled raven hair and captivating crimson eyes, like the color of blood. He stepped closer, letting her take a step backward. He opened his mouth and said something, but his voice was muffled by the sounds of screaming fans beside her, blocked by 5 bodyguards in black suits.

"What?" She asked, but all this guy did was grab her arm and drag her into his car. They were able to reach the car safely, with the help of this guy's 5 bodyguards whom I presume is injured badly on their arms. Mikan was pretty sure that in Japan, these are what Americans call Crazed Fans, though Mikan really never met one. Now, she hated them.

5 minutes later, they drove away from the airport unscratched. That's when Mikan's Blackberry and this guy's IPhone rang, at the same time. They picked it up.

"Mikan Sakura "

"Natsume Hyuuga"

"Oi, Baka. You met him yet?" Hotaru said through Mikan's phone.

"Yeah, I did. Who is this guy anyway?" Mikan asked, giving this guy a side glance. Turns out he was looking at her too.

"That, my baka of a friend, is Natsume Hyuuga. Your rival when you were still here 5 years ago." Hotaru said, in a sarcastic tone.

Mikan took a moment to take this in. When she did, she spoke.

"This is him? I don't remember him being -," This hot. She was going to say. She was cut off by Hotaru.

"I don't really care that you remembered him differently. Just come here so we can have a talk." She said as she hung up. She then sighed and kept her phone. She brought out her Ipod and placed her earphones in her ears. She then placed it on shuffle. The song that played was All Time Low's "Dear Maria Count Me In." She closed her eyes as she listened to it play. She sang the lyrics in her head. In the reverie, she heard Natsume end his call, saying "Talk to you later." And she was sure that he was staring at her, even though her eyes were closed. She sighed. This was going to be a long ride.

She decided that she'll ignore him and concentrate on listening to her Ipod. After "Dear Maria" ended, "I Write Sins, Not Tragedies" by Panic! At The Disco played next. She listened as the intro played. She loved them. But she still love All Time Low more. She relaxed as she listened. When the song ended, there was a sudden voice that shouted into her ears. It was her Ipod. She pulled her earphones out and turned off her Ipod with a sigh. This earned her a look from Natsume.

"What was that for?" He asked as we passed through a tunnel.

"I just heard this horrible song that somehow got famous." She replied with a shrug.

"By who?"

"Us."

That answer caught him off guard. She actually said that the song she sang sucked. What kind of singer would do such a thing?

"Why do you hate it if you sang it?" He asked, which earned him a glare.

"None of your business, Hyuuga." She said, turning away, looking out the window.

'I guess this is a touchy subject, huh?' He thought as he just leaned back and did the same. Then a question popped into his head. He looked at her.

"If you thought it was horrible, then why did you put it in your Ipod?" He asked. With that said, she sighed and turned to look at him.

"Because I'd be killed if I didn't." She replied. And with that, the conversation ended. When they arrived at Hotaru's mansion, Natsume saw that she had a smile on her face as she jumped out of the car. He smirked as he went out of the car. 'Baka.'

When they entered the mansion, they were both sent to Hotaru's living room upstairs. When they arrived, they saw Hotaru with a cup of tea in her hand, and Ruka Nogi with a chunck of cake on his fork. They both took a seat. Natsume beside Ruka and Mikan, and Mikan beside Hotaru, who was beside Ruka. When Mikan was settled, she reached out to hug Hotaru, who accepted her hug.

When they pulled apart, they continued to eat. After eating, Ruka started a conversation.

"Sakura-san, is it true you're going solo?" He asked, looking her in the eye.

Mikan hesitated before answering. "Yeah, I mean, who would want to tour with them for 6 months, even without concerts?"

"No one in the right mind." Hotaru said, looking Natsume in the eye. He smirked.

"So now that you're solo…" Hotaru left the cliff hanger hanging.

"Do you want to join our band?" Natsume finished with a smirk, and with me looking at him, my jaw dropped.

'Holy Freak Show.'

_End_

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