Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. The plot is inspired by "The First Shop of Coffee Prince" K-drama.
The Prologue of All This Madness
A crisp sound seemed to echo through huge, sophisticated looking room. A sound of huffing followed afterwards. This is the home of one of Japan's most prestigious family, the Hyuuga residence. Here resides Natsume Hyuuga, one of Japan's hottest bachelors.
Natsume is a seventeen-year-old high school senior studying in the prestigious high school, Alice High. He has jet-black hair and those dreamy dark brown eyes. He has been featured in tabloids, commercials, magazines, photo shoots, you name it, and he has done it.
"What is it with you?!" An older man scolded.
The slap given to him by his father began to sting. Natsume just looked away from his father and didn't care. He was so used to this; being scolded by his father was not an unusual thing at all.
"Natsume, how could you break up with Sumire Shoda? She is the perfect girl for your obnoxious self!" Hyuuga-sama said. He was so disappointed by today's headlines.
Japan's hottest teen, Natsume Hyuuga breaking up with the Shoda Incorporated's only girl
"You and Sumire were together for half a year, surpassing the four week relationships you have had with multiple girl friends before. But then you break up with her, why is that so Natsume?"
"Because you were the one who forced me to date them!" Natsume fought back.
"Because those girls are the ones good for you!" Hyuuga-sama answered.
Natsume just remained silent. Why waste his breath? His father won't listen anyway no matter how good he defended himself. He'll receive a slap, if not a scolding if he protested with his father's wishes on finding girl friends.
Hyuuga-sama let out a sigh of frustration and yelled "You might as well be gay if you're going to keep on doing this!" just before he walked away.
Natsume fished out his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed his best friend, Ruka Nogi's number.
"What? WHY?" Seventeen-year-old Mikan Sakura demanded for an answer.
"Because this is the third time you forgot the customer's order!" the manager of a restaurant yelled.
"I'll do better next time! I promise!" she pleaded.
"There is no next time!" the manager said as he shoved her out the door.
Mikan Sakura, a girl with long auburn hair and dark brown eyes has just been fired from her new job as a waitress. She is a commoner, one who is struggling to help her family earn for a living. She is a high school senior from Suteki High.
"Fine! Be that way you bastard!!!" She yelled angrily as her manager opened the restaurant door and threw her bag at her. "How will I tell okaa-san that I just lost a job?" she thought out loud as she started walking, kicking a tin can along too.
Natsume Hyuuga, arrived at Tokyo's hottest club. Though he was under aged, that didn't stop him. He was always admitted in anyway, without even lining up since his family is quite a powerful figure in Tokyo; everything was easy-breezy for him. He stepped in the club, loud music blasted from the speakers. High class people surrounded him from different companies and corporations, all sucking up and gloating about their riches. He found his best friend, situated at a barstool.
"Hey." He greeted.
"What's up?" his blonde-haired best friend, Ruka Nogi asked him.
"Nothing much, broke up with Sumire, that's all." He replied as if it wasn't a big deal to him.
"I heard about that," Ruka replied as he took a sip from his alcoholic beverage. "She wasn't too hot anyways."
"I never liked the other girls my dad set-up for me anyway, ever."
Ruka chuckled. "What's the deal with you dating a lot of girls anyway? Why can't you just stay single like you want to and find the right girl without rushing in?"
Natsume's eyebrows furrowed as he thought of his father. "He said I have to be in a stable relationship by the age of 19 or 20 with someone fit to be a fiancé."
"But…that's like two or three years from now." His best friend replied.
"That's the point. He's afraid I won't find the suitable girl for me by that time, so he's the one choosing the girl for me."
After a couple of drinks, Natsume decided to call it a day. He parted with his bets friend and called the driver to pick him up. He hopped on the limo as he sat comfortably on the black leather seat. He rubbed his temples, surely he had a headache. The car drove off---next stop was home.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" He yelled angrily as the car suddenly pulled over to a full stop, making Natsume fall to the floor of the limousine.
"Gomenasai Natsume-san, there's this boy who I almost ran over." The driver apologized and explained. "Get out of the way!" the driver yelled at the boy. But the boy protested, he wouldn't leave until the driver gave him an apology.
The person who was almost ran over wasn't a boy as the driver thought, it was Mikan. He was mistaken to be a boy because of his apparel. Mikan wore an oversized sweater with loose jeans and white, dirtied rubber shoes. To top it all off, she wore a cap which gathered her hair and held it all up. She held her bag—a backpack like a boy, throwing it over her shoulders and of course, being flat-chested didn't help in revealing her true gender after all.
"I'm not leaving until you apologize to me!" Mikan yelled.
"Why would I apologize to a punk like you? You were the one who was crossing without looking!" the driver yelled back.
It took to long for the driver and Mikan to argue in the street. Natsume was slowly losing his temper as he sat there, waiting impatiently. He finally stepped out of the limo to meet this person preventing him to go home. He took out his wallet and got a few bills. He handed it to the Mikan but she just brushed it off.
"I don't need your money, mister. I need an apology, you almost killed me!" she told him.
"We're not the one to apologize since according to my driver, you're the one who wasn't looking as you crossed the street." He replied.
Mikan almost gagged. "You're being too full of yourself, mister!"
"I'm being reasonable you ungrateful brat."
"Mister, I just got fired today. I worry about going home to my mom to tell them that I lost my job, which I need to help her earn money to start a business and for a living as well. Though I do need the money you're offering me, all I want is a "sorry" to make me feel better and to at least still give me a sense of pride, is that too much to ask?" Mikan replied.
"Fine then, just so I could go home. I'm sorry we almost ran over you." Natsume apologize to the commoner.
"That's all I needed, mister." She replied as she walked away from him.
He watched Mikan walk away, his eyes deceived him as he looked at her as a boy. He then remembered what Mikan said, that she has just lost her job. Then, he suddenly had this crazy idea. "Oi!" He called her.
She turned around and looked at him. "Yeah?" she replied.
"How old are you?" he asked.
She looked at him skeptically. "I'm not telling you, you weirdo."
"It's not like I'm going to kidnap you. I'm Natsume Hyuuga, the son of the famous owner of Hyuuga industries." He introduced.
"Hyuuga industries…" she repeated. Yes, she knew who he was, but this was the first time she saw him in person. It is quite impossible not to know who Natsume or any of Hyuugas are. They are after all, an influential figure in Tokyo. "Then what do you want?" she asked him.
"How old are you?" he asked again.
"I'm 17." She replied.
"17? Are you still studying?"
"Yeah, in Suteki High. I'm a senior."
Natsume smirked; Mikan was perfect for the job. To him, Mikan looked like the perfect gay lover. Mikan had a pretty face, she looked shabby and poor but with a little grooming, she would be a high class looking guy. His father did say that he might as well be gay if he would break up with a girl from time to time, right? Well, if ever Hyuuga-sama meant it as a joke, Natsume has decided to take it seriously.
"You need a job, right?" he asked her.
Mikan's eyes glowed. "Yes!"
"Well then," he started as he walked towards her. He came close to her and whispered in her ear, "I want you to pretend to be my gay lover."
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