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Oooh. Another crappy GA fic. Hahaha. Again, I made a lovely one-shot. Now it’s much longer. First I wanna credit WizdomGoddess…. Yessshhhh our favorite GA author. I love her! We all love her! I wanna thank her for helping me with the ideas and the summary (which is the only thing that I seemed to love), she also beta-ed some of the parts so all credits goes to her. It’s dedicated to her and everyone in the GA forum!
Thanks a lot! And I mean a lot!
Note: Mikan and Natsume are OOC here. Sorry. I couldn’t help it. Their age is between 16-18.
Just friends
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She was stupid.
Annoying.
Irritating.
Loud-mouthed.
Stubborn.
Clumsy.
Idiotic.
Reckless.
Useless.
Childish.
Brainless.
Dumb.
Irresponsible.
Foolish.
Hyuuga Natsume could almost define Sakura Mikan the whole day. In a displeasing manner, that is.
He walked down the dimly lit cobblestone pathway of Central Town, silently cursing those stupid goddamned insects for playing their nightly song while he was constantly finding ways to curse his… friend.
Yes, friend.
Not Nogi Ruka.
But Sakura Mikan.
Yes, Sakura Mikan.
You heard that right, Sakura Mikan….
Please don’t make me repeat again.
He grunted. “Why should I?”
“Aaaww, come on Natsume! We’re friends, right?”
“Who told you you were my friend?”
“You did!”
“I don’t remember saying so.”
“Oh, yes you did Natsume!”
Natsume glared at her.
Intensely.
But thing is, Mikan didn’t even flinch. Not even a bit. Instead, she pouted.
The cute pout that made Natsume’s heart melt… er- I mean… break down.
“I won’t annoy you again! I promise!”
Natsume turned around and jammed his hands in his pocket.
“Not a chance.”
He walked away. Mikan followed him and blocked his way.
“Hotaru wouldn’t come with me. Ruka’s disappeared. AND Narumi-sensei had work to do! I don’t have anyone to come with me…” Tears started to form in her eyes. “And besides… you’re my partner!”
Mikan bawled and lifted her arm to rub the tears out of her eyes.
Troublesome little girl, Natsume said inwardly
This time, Mikan turned around and marched stiffly.
“I guess… (fake hiccup) I better… just… ask… Tsubasa-sempai then…”
“Fine! Only for today.” He finally blurted hesitantly.
Mikan’s face brightened instantly and she jumped in happiness.
“Yay!”
And he definitely had no clue why he even agreed to Sakura Mikan’s constant bugging of him.
It pleased him.
The irony.
He stopped and looked down on the ground. He sighed. He looked at the grand clock that was towering every single building at the center.
It read 6:44.
For some unknown reason, he glared holes at it. His very weird imagination revealed him burning the tower clock until it turned to ashes and well.. some very very violent things. He hated that clock.
He hated it for being so accurate.
He hated it for being so big that he could see it.
He also hated it for showing him the time he most dreaded.
Yes, Hyuuga Natsume’s problem seems pretty shallow. But he IS Hyuuga Natsume after all. Every single problem is very very deep for him.
Especially if the problem meant Mikan.
He sighed and continued walking.
He knows she could be annoying at times, but still. Deep inside, and meaning REALLY deep inside, there was a teeny tiny bit that tells him to “Take care of her.”
He stopped. AGAIN.
He stared at the spot where he used to hang out the most.
And where their first friendship started.
She cried… too much.
Even if he didn’t say it out loud, he knew he was feeling sorry for her. His heart broke when she cried.
It wasn’t the kind of bawling she usually made. She was lonely. She was sad.
She was so fragile that even touching her was so hard for him.
He stared at her.
Seeing her cry broke his heart.
Seeing her cry made him feel like he was useless.
Useless that he couldn’t do anything to help her.
She cried.
Her skirt drowned in tears, her hair was messed up, and she was all covered in dirt.
It still hurt him.
So bad.
Slowly but hesitantly he dropped down on one knee and stroked her hair.
She didn’t seem to notice but he didn’t care. He would do anything for her. Anything to make her stop crying. Anything…
He stroked it again and again until Mikan lifted her head up. Her once beautiful face was now messed.
Crying makes her uglier, Natsume commented.
“Natsume…” she squeaked.
She hiccupped.
He stopped stroking her hair.
“Natsume…”
She was calling.
Calling out for him.
Needing.
Needing.
He would fill it up. Fill up the empty space even if it wasn’t reserved for him.
But he knew they were just friends
Just friends.
It broke his heart… we’re just friends.
“Natsume…”
Without words, she immediately wrapped her arms around him and cried again. It didn’t matter to him even if she broke his heart.
He would be there for her…
Always…
Even as a friend.
He shook his head.
Not that again.
He let out a puff of air animatedly and continued his journey.
He knew his journey was nowhere.
But why did it seem so important to him?
Because it concerned Mikan.
Again.
He glanced at the clock tower again.
Damn it…. 6:56.
‘That’s it! Whether she likes it or not! I’m gonna drag her ass out of there!’
With a huff, Natsume turned his body 360 degrees and marched his way to…
Mikan’s place.
Knock.
Shit.
She left.
Natsume clenched his fist and kicked her door.
Hyuuga Natsume was mad.
Flaming Mad.
Why did he have to watch her all the time. He wasn’t fully responsible for her well-being. He didn’t actually care for her because she was becoming a full-grown and beautiful woman whom guys wanted to have. He didn’t actually get jealous when she said she was going out with a new guy… right?
Just because she had become much prettier, it didn’t mean it attracted him to her, right? Just because she had become nicer, it didn’t mean he was going to repay the kindeness back, right?
It didn’t mean he was falling—right?
Of course, not!
The great almighty Hyuuga Natsume?
That’s impossible!
Or so… he thought.
“You’re not going!”
“And why? You’re not the one to decide what I want, Hyuuga Natsume!” She huffed and folded her arms.
“When I say No. It means NO.”
They glared.
“You’re not my father. And you’re definitely not my grandfather!”
“He’s trying to hit on you can’t you see that?”
“Hit on me?”
Natsume’s shoulders slumped. He definitely did not know how the modern world revolved.
Still a child.
“Tsk.” He slapped his hand on his forehead.
Explaining won’t definitely reach her blank mind.
“He’s trying to go ‘too sweet’ on you.”
Sweet was definitely not in the Hyuuga’s vocabulary.
At tleast not now.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say Natsume.”
“Just… just don’t go with him. Okay.” It was a command.
“Why?” it was a statement.
“ ‘Cause that’s what’s best for you.”
“B-best?”
Shoot.
That wasn’t what he was supposed to say.
“Fine. If you want to go, then go.” But he didn’t actually mean that he gave in.
His brows furrowed deeper. He definitely hates her.
Especially now.
“Okay!”
Damn it.
She still is a child after all.
And that was the story. What seemed to be a ‘first-real-nice-conversation’ turned out to be a pointless fight between them. But it didn’t mean he was jealous or anything.
Jealous?
Feh.
He’d rather die than have that included in his emotions. If he did have emotions, that is.
Wait.
Did HE just move closer to her?
He clenched his fist.
Hiding behind a bush was definitely not helpful.
As he narrowed his eyes, he tried to look through the crystal-clear glass of one of the most popular restaurants in Central Town. If only he wasn’t across them, his vision would have been better.
Damn it all.
Mikan was laughing, her skirt had ridden TOO FAR up her thigh.
And did he just look down?
Natsume cursed.
He’s definitely going to break that neck of his. Set his body on fire and sell it to hungry sharks.
But he’ll lay that idea down later.
If only Mikan didn’t reach puberty, she would still probably be bullied and teased by some of the kids and not being chased by losers like the one she sat beside with.
He continued observing them.
Everything was fine until…
He hitched his arm on her shoulder!
The bastard!
He’ll chop that fine arm of his to pieces and probably hang him in an isolated place.
Yes, that’s a very very good idea.
A grand idea.
Patience, Natsume, Patience, he said to himself.
He closed his eyes and counted.
Patience had never been counted in his hobbies.
He instantly snapped his eyes open when something inside him alerted him.
And it was definitely true.
He had dropped his arm and brought it to his side… but wait…
WAS HE JUST TRYING TO TOUCH HER BUTT?
Patience…
Patience….
5
Mikan was slurping her spaghetti when she immediately straightened her back, making him pull his hand off.
He laughed nervously and Mikan continued talking non-stop.
4
Natsume was slowly fighting the urge to wring his neck and beat him senseless.
Mikan was definitely going to drop that idea and would screaming at him again. He let it go. But the urge continued to grow.
3
Noticeably and very obviously, he pretended to have dropped something and lowered his body beneath the table.
He sure as hell pretty mad right now.
A flame or two appeared behind him, alerting everybody who was passing to run away.
And they definitely did.
2
His clenched fist tightened as the minutes went on.
He could see that perverted grin on the cursed guy’s face as he peeked at her you-know-what. And he was definitely enjoying.
Mikan was still oblivious to the fact that he had spent almost a minute under the table.
Natsume’s face went red….
Patience was no longer in his mind.
1
“That’s it!” he shouted.
He stood from his hiding place and angrily marched towards the restaurant, scaring other customers away as his aura’s intensity took its height.
“Get the hell away from her!”
The guy, not knowing what was happening in the present world.. stood up. Much to his displeasure, found a table above him.
“Ow.”
“N-natsume!” Mikan stood from her place. Very, very ,very surprised.
When the guy regained his posture Natsume charged at him and grabbed his collar.
“Wh-what’s wrong with you?”
“Wrong with me?” He retorted, every single word dripping with poison. “I’m going to kill you!”
Even before he could retort back, a fist met his face and he fell on the floor. Positively unconscious.
“Natsume, what did you do?” Mikan ran over to the guy’s unconscious body.
“Mikan…” he growled.
He seized her wrist and dragged her out.
Once they were out and the street was finally free of crowds, Mikan took a step back so she could free her wrist from his hold.
“Hyuuga Natsume, I don’t know what wrong with you. But I demand an explanation!” she spat.
“Didn’t I tell you not to go out?”
“I make my own decisions, Natsume. Not you.”
“You pig-head! Are you really that stupid not to see what he’s trying to do to you?” His voice went up a notch higher.
“Pi-pig-head…?”
“….”
“Damn you Natsume! I’m not a pig-head! We were just talking!”
“Just talking! You were flirting with him!”
“I did not!”
“Yes, you did!”
“What are you getting mad for, Natsume?”
“I’m mad cause-!” He cut himself off. Afraid that he might blurt out unnecessary words.
“…cause..?” she tapped her foot.
“Cause…”
“…”
“You’re stupid!”
She twitched.
“I’m not stupid! Take it back!”
“Shut up! I won’t!”
“You-“ she growled.
He turned around.
Moments passed, Mikan did exactly the same. They stood, backs facing each other, arms crossed.
“Take it back.” Mikan started.
“I won’t. That’s final.”
“Fine.”
She started to walk away but…
“Mikan…”
That tone of voice again. It kept giving her the chills whenever she heard his name from his lips.
She turned her head around-
But wasn’t finished because he had literally thrown something right at her face.
“What did you do that for?” She grabbed the object that blocked her vision and finally realized what he had thrown at her.
“N-natsume…”
“Come on… Let’s go back.”
The sound of his footsteps told her that he was going back. Inside, she smiled as she put the jacket on. It was big… but the thought was all that matters.
She jumped her way to him.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
He ignored her, trying to resist the temptation to smirk.
She chuckled and continued to walk beside him.
In fact, she did know what he was trying to tell her.
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