Summary: When a person is a girl and living with a guy, not to mention a sexy, dashingly handsome guy, there's an unwritten rule that something 'happening' will never be out of the question no matter how strong their hatred is. AU. (MxN)
Note: Mikan's OOC here but with good reasons.
"Damn it, Hyuuga! Open the damn door!" a young woman in her twenties knocked hard at the pale green door. Her long auburn hair was in disarray, amber eyes bloodshot and was holding onto the door for dear life.
She was drunk.
A few moments later, the door still didn't open.
The young woman cursed loudly, and started to fumble with her prada purse.
"Where the fuck is it?" she said as she continued in trying to find the keys and at the same time, keep her knees from falling out.
Suddenly, a hand pulled the purse away from her.
"Looking for this?" a smug looking young man said as he let the keys hang from the tip of his finger.
"I hate you." The woman spat angrily as she glared hard at the man's ruby red eyes.
"The feelings are mutual." The man simply replied back.
The woman growled and quickly pushed the man out of her way.
"Why didn't you open the damn door sooner?" The woman asked as she started pulling off her clothes one by one as if the man wasn't there.
The young man slowly walked towards her and grabbed her shoulder, making her face him. She was only in her underwear now.
"You're drunk again, Mikan." The man stated frowning as he let his eyes wander on her half-naked body.
"Oh really? I didn't notice." Mikan said dryly.
"Why?" the man asked quietly, willing himself to look at her in the eyes.
"Why are you even asking?" Mikan retorted, a smile forming on her face. "Or is the great I-don't-bloody-care Natsume Hyuuga is starting to have feelings for lil' old me?"
Natsume's hand quickly let go of Mikan, as if burned.
"Don't flatter yourself, Sakura."
Mikan's smile broadened as she took a step closer and pulled his 6'1 frame down to her 5'4's.
"I saw the way you look at me." She whispered. Her face was dangerously close. "I know what you want."
Natsume's eyes darkened.
"Don't be stupid."
"I'm not." Mikan shot back.
Natsume stared hard for a moment before he pushed her lightly away from him.
"Sorry, I don't do women like you."
Mikan's eyes widened as she looked at Natsume's retreating back.
"I hate you." She whispered as tears started to fall. "I fucking hate you."
Her knees promptly gave away and once again, she cried herself to sleep.
The young man breathed heavily as he leaned against the door of his bedroom.
"I fucking hate you too, Sakura." He murmured softly, his eyes unfocused.
Welcome to the life of Mikan Sakura and Natsume Hyuuga.