Billion Dollar Bride

Hotaru and Natsume have been…good acquaintances for the most part. Natsume's father looks to the Imai family for advertisement, it was a specialty of the Imais to advertise and invent things. Therefore, it just happened that the two were somewhat fond of each other.

She took a last bite of her crab, satisfied with her work. Even if she did a horrible job on the commercials and billboards and fliers, the name 'Natsume Hyuuga' would attract more than enough women.

It was all too easy really; he just needed someone he could cope with for about 10 years. A woman who'd give birth to a new heir and look good for the public- she didn't even have to love him, just as long as she provided the child and kissed up to paparazzi. The billion reward was out of the question to include, otherwise just about every woman in the world would over populate Japan, they'd swim the ocean; kill their husbands; leave their husbands; there would be 15 year olds trying to marry the man. Not like those young fifteen year olds didn't try…

With all that in mind, a list of requirements must be made… after all we can't get anywhere with the whole country competing.

Mikan Sakura twitched when she saw the list of requirements.

Requirements:
To enter and have a chance to be the newest Mrs. Hyuuga you must:

Be under 120lb
No taller than 5'8
Have some fashion sense
Finished High school
Graduated college
Natural or natural looking hair color
No crime records
And of course, you must actually look good.

She sighed, and handed in her permission form, after a minute or so they gave her the number twenty-seven and seated her in the middle aisle.

Green plants and beautiful flowers decorated the room, the walls made out of marble and the giant windows that sunlight poured out of, and it was huge. In every corner, there would be a group of girls, giggling, squealing, and simply gossiping amongst themselves and their faces were caked with makeup- so much eyeliner that it outlined the eye a little too much and a lot of blush and eye shadow to keep the rest of the face… colorful… Mikan also took note of the girls posed as if there was a hidden camera somewhere.

Hidden camera huh… wait a minute- where WAS the paparazzi? No, there had to be… somewhere, somehow- this is being recorded.

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I walked into my new room. There were lavender curtains and two couches right by them with a glass coffee table. The mini chandelier that hung right over the coffee table, the queen sized bed with tons of pillows and a wonderful bathroom. No- it was wonderful, you walk in and it's huge to start with, and then to the right is the sinks, yes…sinks- there's like three of them! Then you look ahead of you and there goes the Jacuzzi that has marble surrounding it with all kinds of bottles and soaps and even a small window to look out from and a few steps to the left of that Jacuzzi is a wonderful shower. The best part is that there's a door that you open- and there's the toilet- now there wasn't someone to walk in on you… Then again, in this house…who would? I opened another door to find the walk in closet.

Ok its official- I feel like a princess. I'm almost the happiest girl in the world and I didn't even marry the person. What type of person is he anyways? Gentle and caring? Eh… No matter how I look at him he seems like a cocky bastard who expects you to kiss the ground he stepped foot on-- bleh.

I plopped on my bed and stared at the white canopy above it. My new home 'til god knows when, maybe my new home forever…

No- not possible I mean- with all those girls out there- it's a negative ten percent chance that'd I'd be his bride. Me. Mikan Sakura. Even if I was picked- I don't love him… I couldn't love him! I can't- I won't- it's hardly possible!

Sigh… Why was I doing this? All from a stupid bet… the fifteen shots of vodka before the bet was the problem. I was even recorded so I couldn't back out- SURE, I was drunk but I swore on this bet and Hotaru definitely wouldn't let me pass up this one.

Flashback

"-hic- Houtaruuu…this is evil~" Mikan moaned on about her terrible life, "He'd be like, two hours late and I'd still sit and wait as if it was just traffic. I'd work overtime for his present and then he'd give me something pathetic and I'd play if off as if I liked it anyways just because the fact that he gave me a present. I knew I should have broken up with him, I knew our relationship was horrible but then he smiles and its almost like when I first met him~" she took another shot "After all that work, what do I get? I get dumped because he was cheating on me with a tramp! I almost knew he was before, and I'd pretend to forget and try to be his number 1!"

Hotaru sighed, "Mikan…"

"Why do I even bother? There is no man that'd marry me, I'm childish and clumsy and every other woman has better boobs. I'm like doomed to be the curly caption of loneliness."

Now that is where vodka had kicked in.

"You know Mikan, I just got a call from Hyuuga…" she spoke a little slower for Mikan to follow

Mikan rested her head on the bar counter, "The gagillionmonere?"

"Mhm, he wants to get married soon, I'm in charge of advertising it. It'll be like a competition, like those bachelor shows you enjoy watching…Go try to steal his money." That statement started soft then went cold and emotionless, making Mikan twitch.

"I bet I can't."

"Loser takes winner out to eat every week for three months."

"Deal" Our brunette then rocked her head for a bit, soon enough she fell back of overdose. From there, Hotaru had to call someone to take Mikan home.

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I know, I know short chaps. Uh, better than nothing? But I hope you all enjoy as I strive to become a better author and update more. You'll notice the little "--" as a change in POV usually.