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A/N : I know I usually post the author's note at the bottom, but I really wanted to thank you guys! The reviews and private messages I received were amazing to hear from, I love you all! I had to update today since I won't be updating these three days cause I'm working on my first death story on Gakuen Alice and Forfeit. The chances are most of you aren't goin gto take the time to read this so I'll post a similar notice at the bottom. Please do review, I'm not saying you have to, since you don't. But I really do love a good review, it's what keeps me going!
Chapter 3 : Dinner With Disaster
Summary : "You messed with my life's balance, but I do congratulate you. You are officially the only woman worth a second look." He said, leaning in for a kiss.
"I Don't wanna depend on no one else, I rather rescue myself.
One day I'll find someone who wants me, and is not afraid to show me they love me.
Someone who will understand I'm happy just the way I am.
I will be there, just as strong as he will be there for me.
When I get there it'll be equality.
Reality.
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It's the place some people hate admitting they live at, they rather live in fantasies. Where all your dreams come true.
Sluts.
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Their just like all of us, except they represent the desprate side of humans, going to low extremes.
Coke.
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It's good for your body! No, not really.
One, two, three, four, five, oh let's just get on with it, eight dishes were lined up in the middle. Mikan had prepared nine different cultures dishes and a plate for each person. So, one, two, oh get over it already, four plates were empty.
French.
Chinese.
Italian.
Japanese.
Korean.
Spanish.
Mexican.
One dish was placed right in front of Natsume was unidentified.
Raising his eyebrow, Natsume poked around the dish with Ruka's chopsticks as the owner tried to reclaim them.
Automatically the chopsticks began to melt into wax. Natsume earned a glare from the blond as he went to the kitchen to get another pair of unmelted chopsticks.
Hotaru actually laughed, giving Mikan the rare praise she gives out.
Everyone's eyes were now fixed on the plate with unfamiliar poisionous food sitting upon it.
Natsume glared at the chef, then took her plate and brushed the food onto it. "Enjoy." Natsume gritted.
Mikan quickly released her hold on her plate as the fluids started melting it as it did to the chopsticks. She shot Natsume a glared that rivaled his.
The same progess continued- Mikan took Natsume's plate, Natsume took Ruka's, Ruka didn't dare to take Hotaru's.
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Dinner was delicious right?
Mikan snuggled in her favorite fluffy chair with a book. She tucked her feet near her and laid back, eyes closed. She decided to reach for her books, unrealizing her eyes were shut tight, knocked over a pitcher made of glass.
Gasping, Mikan withdrew her hand that was bleeding-having gotten strached- and reached for a bandage. Covering the wound, Mikan whinced in slight pain as she timidly grabbed the nearest book.
Giving a glance at the title, Mikan scoffed. Why was a five year old book here? Surely no one would read Cinderella when they were over the age of eleven. But the other books were stacked in the left corner's bookshelf. Reluctantly, Mikan openned to the first page.
Reading the first sentence and skimming the pictures Mikan realized this wasn't the regular classic Disney story. It had a much darker twist to the end and the happy fairytale ending did not exist. She should've noticed though, the book was much bigger and more advanced for children's level.
The prom was suppose to be every girl's dream, finding a prince and living happily ever after. Yet her step-family had the privillage to attend while she was here in a shabby room cleanning after her step-sister's mess. Suddenly she found herself staring at a crystal clear orb. Taking a glance into it, Cinderella felt herself being dragged down. Gasping, she cried for help, only to no avail. She felt herself go deeper down as she came face to face with a old woman.
"Welcome Cinderella, To Hell."
Mikan slammed the book shut and tossed it far from her. That book could spooked even a fourteen year old. She needed to calm herself down or she would end up in nightmares that night. Mikan opened the her bedroom door and went downstairs.
Finding the kitchen was harder then Mikan anticipated. She stumbled upon what she suspected was Natsume's room and quickly ran away, sixteen bathrooms, and a suspicious looking chemical in Hotaru's lab that looked close to exploding. As so it did.
Boom!
Mikan slipped back to aviod it and accidently tripped. Right into the arms on Natsume Hyuuga.
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Oh how in envy those fan girls must be.
Natsume began to walk to the bathroom near Hotaru's lab, though it was not advised for anyone. Hotaru's lab was known as the storage place of million dollars worth of inventions but also the place where she begans her creations, meaning exploding chemicals, deadly fumes, boiling metal, and in the worst cases, a pot of steaming hot lava.
Hearing a explosive go off, Natsume instantly began the regret taking this route. Then he found his arms were luggaged with sudden weight. Looking down he found a scared Mikan grasping onto his arms. Trying to remove his hand, Natsume scowled once more. "Get. Off. My. Arm." Natsume said, putting a dangerous aura around each word.
Mikan released her grip on Natsume, still scared to death, and pouted. "Meanie!" Mikan complained, considering her consequences if she began hitting Natsume's chest.
Natsume almost laughed. "What are you? A fifth grader? Meanie? To think that your fourteen is completely illogical." Natsume replied, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
Mikan pouted. "Is not!" Mikan yelled.
"Hn." Natsume said, signaling the stupid argument was over.
Ruka and Hotaru had already made their way to Hotaru's lab. Ruka throughly exammed Mikan for injuries then proceeded to Natsume, ignoring his annoyance and threatening words to stay away.
Hotaru, on the other hand, made her way into her laboratory, checking for any damages done. She couldn't care a bit about those idiotic idiots out there. Her only worries were the liability to make a million dollars.
Natsume was busy fending off Ruka's attention and care.
Ruka was busy trying to get to Natsume.
Hotaru was checking to see if there would be a shortage of a million dollars.
Mikan was blushing from her closeness to Natsume.
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Just great! Everyone had their worries. Mikan might have her first love.
Aww, I'm sorry about the shortness. But, if you guessed right, the next chapter will have romance. Natsume and Mikan are my favorite couples, and couples mean love.
Once again, the notice from the top will be repeated here.
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It's just a second away.
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