Before we begin...

Story type: post canon story, 20+ year old characters

Genre: Drama/Humor/Romance

Pairings: Mikan x Natsume, Aoi x Luca

Warnings: action, profanity, (as of now) no NSFW scenes

- About my stories:

Maybe it's best to say that I never create a perfect character. Everybody has flaws, and if a character has to suffer to make a believable flow, I am sure to make them suffer. Nobody escapes what needs to be done.

If you want a character that never suffers, perfect in attitude and appearance, never sweats, never have their clothes torn from fights or have his/her hair ruined or even a scrape after blowing up the world, my story isn't for you. To blow up a garbage bin, the characters in my story WILL suffer.

If there's any problem with wording and error in my old fics, please mention it, because I do revise everything every now and then. If some stories seem awkward on the first few chapters, please note the publish date, because it was most likely they were old. Later chapters of the same fics won't have this issue. Please tell me by PM or review, and I'll be sure to clean them up.

- Disclaimer and story explanation:

I don't own GA.

Summary: In seven days to their rushed wedding, would Mikan get what she always wanted for her marriage ceremony, or would she spend the rest of her life wishing for a better one? With Natsume as a groom, her dream wedding might end up in the calamity.

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Seven Days to the Worst Wedding Ever

By cerespallas

Chapter one: the Worst Proposition Ever

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That day did not start very well.

Mikan Sakura sighed in resignation, crouching down to console a crying boy in front of her. "Listen, stop crying, I'll take you to the infirmary, okay?" asked the twenty five year old sport teacher in a soothing voice.

The kid looked up from his bleeding knee. "He pushed me!" he whined, pointing to a boy far away who stared at them.

Mikan looked up and shouted, "Yoichi!"

"I did not!" said the eighteen year old boy. "He fell by himself. I don't know anything!"

"That's what you say too last week, after you shoved a girl to the ground in dodge ball." Mikan shook her head. "Her arms and knee were bleeding and you pretended that nothing happened. Remember?"

"She whined all the time," said Yoichi in boredom, crossing his arms. "I don't want someone like that in my team."

The young teacher rolled her eyes, standing up in one swift pace, motioning for the kid to follow her. She turned around, showing her 'Alice Academy' logo at the back of her sweat suit as she walked away from the school yard, the kid followed.

Yoichi's behaviour reminded her of someone. That person was now her boyfriend, who still had the same smug and 'I'm-better-than-everyone' attitude.

And sadly, he was also one of the teachers in Alice Academy.

Oh, wait. He was not.

He was now the Headmaster.

Mikan rolled her eyes. She had never thought Natsume Hyuuga could get promoted as a Headmaster, in only two years after they had worked as teachers in their old school. Meanwhile he climbed that ladder of success easily, Mikan was still, and probably would spend her lifetime working as a sports teacher in Alice Academy, teaching Kindergarten toddlers all the way to High School kids. It was like... She was stuck in this eternal wheel of a cycle, and just like a hamster trapped inside a hamster ball, she couldn't get off of it.

Hotaru had been working as a Creative Head of Invention in one of the biggest Toy Industry in Japan. Luca worked as a Greenpeace worker, often got sent into the weirdest and strangest places in the world, in order to save the rare animals and obtain data. Tsubasa and Misaki got married four years ago, and now Misaki was pregnant with their second child. Their first son was named Kaname, to honour their deceased best friend, who had passed away ten years ago. The couple opened up a fancy restaurant where their friends often hang out together.

When her phone rang, Mikan had escorted the kid inside the infirmary. She walked out and pulled her cell phone from her pants pocket, reading the screen and frowning.

"Yes?" she answered the phone, without hiding the irritated tone marking her voice. "What do you want?"

"We should go out for dinner."

Mikan narrowed her eyes to a slit, replying, "What's the occasion?"

"Why do I need any?" Natsume gave the response. "I don't need any occasion to dine out with my girlfriend."

"Just like you don't need any reason to cancel it out either," retorted Mikan sarcastically, "like yesterday, and the other day, and the other week, and the other—"

Natsume said with a sigh, "I told you I have a matter to do."

"Yeah, five minutes after we get to the restaurant!"

"Listen, Polka, just dress up and I'll take you out at seven." Natsume hanged up. Mikan glared at the phone before scowling and putting her cell phone against her forehead.

When the last time they even talked aside from the school matter in every meeting? After his promotion five months ago, she had felt it.

They slowly grew apart.

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Natsume looked at her with disapproval in his eyes. He stared at her usual style of hair, her yellow sleeveless blouse, her black mini skirt and her shiny flip flops. "When I said dress up," he said with displeasure, "I do mean dress up. Put something formal. Not looking like you're ready to walk on the beach."

Mikan crossed her arm and huffed. "What is today's dinner for anyway?" She looked at his black tuxedo and shiny leather shoes, which, by the way, was a great approach to show their wealth distinction.

"Just get in the car," told him, gesturing to the black shiny sports car behind him. Mikan shrugged in submission and walked to the car, leaving her small rented home behind Alice Academy.

Their ride was filled with silence. Natsume didn't look at her, his eyes fixed on the road and his hands on the steer. Mikan crossed her arms and looked outside the window. She realized where they went after the car stopped in front of the building.

Walking out from the car, Mikan closed the door and turned to Natsume. "I'll walk in first." She walked in Tsubasa and Misaki's restaurant, leaving the man parking his car.

"Hey!" Misaki greeted her as she walked in, "you come pretty early!"

"Uh, yeah," mumbled Mikan. So Natsume did make a reservation here. Now she knew he might not leave her alone in the restaurant this time. He wouldn't do that in his friend's place.

She followed Misaki as the woman seated her to her table, looking up to accept the menu. But Misaki shook her head and said, "Natsume have ordered the menu before you come. Enjoy the rest of the night!" She left after giving her a wink.

Mikan watched as a connoisseur walked to her table, bowed to her before pouring a red wine in her champagne glass. Now she really wondered about the occasion. She looked up from the wine as Natsume walked, elegantly, to their table and sat down with poise. She raised her brow when Natsume stared at her.

"What?" asked Natsume. "I thought you said we never really dine out lately." He set the napkins in his lap and raised his glass. "Ever drink any of this?"

"You know I haven't."

He only smirked. "Sip it, don't drink it like water."

Mikan hesitantly raised her glass and put it in her lips. Before she sipped the wine, Natsume said, "I got another promotion. I'm leaving for American Alice Academy next week."

Her head went blank.

I can't believe he said yes without asking me first!

Did he want to break up?

Is this why he ordered the wine?

Mikan raised the glass up and anxiously swallowed it. Natsume's eyes widened before he stood up and yell, "No! Idiot! Stop!"

She choked.

There was something in the wine, and now it's stuck in her throat. Mikan coughed, but it refused to leave her throat. Her face was red when she realized that she couldn't breathe.

"Idiot!" Natsume ran to her side and quickly assigned her a Heimlich method. However, instead of chucking the strange thing out, she swallowed it.

Natsume blinked when he realized that Mikan was safe, before letting her go and smacking her head in resentment.

"Ow!" The girl whined, glaring at him. "What is that for?"

"Hey!" Misaki walked to them, her slightly bulging tummy prevented her from running into them. "What's wrong?" She looked at their faces.

Natsume waved to the table, "Just give me the bill," he said. "We have to go to the hospital immediately."

"What?" Mikan gasped, "Who is ill?"

Misaki stared in surprise, but then she croaked, "Oh no…"

Mikan turned to her. "What?"

"Mikan… you didn't just swallow a seven carat diamond ring, did you?"