Summary: Mikan Sakura is Gakuen Alice sweetheart, while Natsume is the cold-hearted jerk. Mikan is forced to live with him for a few weeks. she has a secret that no no one is aware of, expect for her best friend Hotaru. Netsuke is determined to know what it is. will he find out? will Love trigger? Read and Find out!

Chapter 1 || Meeting The Devil

"Hurry and get your bags done Mikan!" My mom yells at me from downstairs. My name is Mikan, Mikan Sakura and I am the youngest of my family. I have an elder brother named Youchi and he right now, currently is in college. He's studying engineering right now. I don't know what kind so don't ask. Mom and dad have always appriecated his decisions not matter what. Me, on the other had has always had some issues down the road. You see, mom and dad always wanted boys in the family, not a daughter; figured I'd be weak or stubborn. Which I am not…maybe a little but that doesn't count. I don't really say anything to them, just respect them as my parents. My mom's name is Yuka Sakura Yukihara, and dad is Izumi Yukihara. Dad has the CEO of his business, one of the famous companies in the world, and mom is a fashion designer, her status is widely known. They both are going for their own business trips and I, apparently have to stay at one of mom friends house for a while.

I go downstairs and see both my parents at the main door. Dad is on his phone, guess he is talking to some client, and mom is making sure everything is well done.

"Hurry up Mikan, we haven't got all day. Hurry in to the car, you dad has managed to put the luggage in the car for you." I nodded with a smile headed out. We drove off to a place where I was suppose to stay for a while.

When we arrived at the location I realized that it was Hyuuga's mansion. Meaning that I will have to face Natsume Hyuuga, my school mosted cold-hearted, mean, arrogant, selfish jerk. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. Mom helped me fish my two suitcases out of the car before dropping them carelessly onto the pavement.

I smile at her, "Thank you mom and don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm not entirely hopeless; believe it or not." I prop one of the suitcases onto its wheels and follow dad over to the Hyuuga's mansion. She doesn't say anything, and trails behind me; my other suitcase towed behind her.

"Just hurry up Mikan, the sooner we get this settled with you, the Quicker your father and I can leave" she says. I sigh.

Guess I am stilling nothing to her

Once reaching the gates of the Hyuuga's mansion, dad presses the buzzer sat beside the gate on the brick fence. I avert my gaze to the place I'll be staying at for the next couple of weeks and my jaw literally dropped as my wide eyes scan the property.

A long stone driveway weaves up the hill of lush green grass before stopping at a tall, modern, three story house. Scattered around the property is small trees and plants, as well as a large oak tree, a tennis court and a granny flat with an indoor pool attached to the side.

"Yeah. I think I'll be just fine staying here," I state, my eyes darting over to my mom who sends me a knowing look.

"I know, it's gorgeous isn't it?" she says, looking down at her phone. She wasn't even sligghest bit worried on how everything might be with me, with them gone. She has hardly ever been around, just always works, not that I am complaining or anything.

We are interrupted by a static noise that erupts from the device attached to the brick fence. Fortunately, the pitchy noise is quickly replaced by a warm, hearty voice.

"Hey, it's Izumi!" A man cheers, "And Yuka! Honey Yukihara's are here!" he calls to someone - I presume he the man of the house, in others my dads friend.

Dad grins, "Ah Shiku - It's great to hear your voice again, how long has it been 4 months? 5?"

"Too long, man," Shiku, says and invites us in.

"You know, Yuka, sometimes I question why I married that man." A female, I presume Kaoru, chuckles, "Come on in." A high pitched buzz and a loud click follows, before the gates pull apart; allowing us to enter. I grab my suitcase and Mom grabs the other, and we enter the property. The gates close behind us and we proceed to walk up the driveway for what seems like forever.

Finally, we arrive at the mansion's front steps; where Shiku and Kaoru stand to greet us.

Shiku is wearing a smart, casual t-shirt and pants with converse shoes, while Kaoru, on the other hand, is wearing a tight electric purple dress, accessorized with a chunky pearl necklace, bangles, and sparkly nude high heels. The two parents looked like polar opposites of each other, to say the least.

"Welcome! Welcome!" Kaoru cheers, stumbling up to us in her heels and hugging each of us individually. Once reaching me, she grins, "Welcome to our house!"

"Thank you for agreeing in letting me stay," I say. She embraces me in a hug and then pulls away.

Waving her hand nonchalantly, she replies, "Oh, don't worry, it's no problem at all!"

I smile in response and watch as the parents begin to catch up on old times with each other. It was nice seeing my parents with friends, even though if I don't get along with them. I know that sounds silly, but most of the time they're either hung up on work, taking business trips far away or taking about my elder brother. It hurts sometimes, but I learned to live with it and accept the fact that I was just a mistake for them and the family.

As the time passes by, I find my eyes wandering around the property, taking in the beautiful landscape again; all the flowers and trees, and the cute little fountain sitting in front of the mansion. It's hard to believe that Natsume actually lives here, seeming as though he's so tough, a player, rebellious and dangerous. In contrast to his parents and house, he stands out like a sore thumb.

"Come inside, guys! We'll have some afternoon tea!" Kaoru says, ushering us all into the mansion.

My parents half-heartedly protest as they walk in, whilst I watch on amusedly. I knew for certain that they were particularly keen on staying the afternoon; Dad had even packed a cigarette packet.

'Just in case,' he had argued. Yeah, right. I tried telling that it was bad for health and is cancerous but he caredless of what I had to say.

I follow the four parents around the house and my eyes wander around the house. The front room is full of creamy, warm colors that instantly bring a sense of homeliness. A chandelier hangs from the roof, and spiraling along the room's wall is a wide staircase - leading up to the second level, I presume. I twirl around, my eyes dancing around the room.

If this is what the entire house looks like, I think I might get used to staying here.

"Darling, we must be boring you out of your mind!" Kaoru says, taking a sip of her wine as she sits at the kitchen's island along with Mom. Dad and Shiku went downstairs into the 'Men's lair' - Aka, the pool table room, "Natsume is upstairs, you tell him to come and join us!" she waves her hand at me; shooing me off.

I feel my stomach drop at her order.

Call me a wimp, but I am scared to death of Natsume. Despite only seeing him a few times when he saunters around the school with his gang, I know for a fact that he is not to be messed with. And if you do happen to be the unfortunate person who decides to mess with him - you're giving yourself a death wish. Natsume has a very bad temper, to say the least.

I once heard a rumor that claimed he once beat up a freshman because he supposedly 'got in the way'. To cut a long story short, the freshman moved half-way around the world after his encounter with Natsume. It might be true, it might not be, but that doesn't change the fact that Natsume is clearly a force to be reckoned with and can make your life a living hell with the snap of his fingers if you so much as breathe at the wrong time.

Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little.

But still.

But besides my fear of being murdered by the bad boy, I'm also fearful of facing him because:

A.) He's a boy,

B.) He's a hot boy,

C.) I look like a Neanderthal right now

And,

D.) Did I mention that he's a hot boy?

When it comes to me and facing boys in general, I tend to embarrass myself more than the average girl would.

"Oh, no it's fine!" I reply; a nervous laugh escaping my mouth as I stare at her, hoping to God that she can see the panic in my eyes and will understand. Knowing my luck, that won't happen. And it doesn't.

"Oh don't be silly!" she insists, "He won't bite!"

But I like it rough.

Haha, I'm just kidding guys. That's naughty of me.

I open my mouth to reply, but she cuts me off.

"Second floor - last door down the right corridor." She states with a grin; an expression I can't quite decipher sparkling in her eyes. Quickly, she turns to my Mom and they continue their conversation.

I let out an uneasy breath and gingerly walk over to the glamorous front room that doesn't seem so glamorous right now. I close my eyes and exhale. Okay Mikan, toughen up.

He could be a really decent guy. Maybe he's done a few bad things, broken a few rules and beat up a few innocent people, but that doesn't mean he's a bad guy, right?

...Right?

I walk along the right corridor and my heart pounds as I near closer to the godforsaken door; my palms clammy and my stomach churning. I was scared out of my mind.

I stop at his bedroom door and hesitate for a long moment. This was it.

I reach my hand up and lightly knock. After a few moments of silence a deep, husky voice breaks the silence, "Fuck off."

Well. Off to a good start aren't we?

My lips part as I stare at the door for a second; unsure of what on earth I'm doing and what move I should make next. Go back downstairs? Change my name? Move to another country? Who knows.

"Your Mum said she wants you downstairs so we can have tea and stuff."

There's a pause at the door as he realizes that I wasn't his parents. Then, the deep voice snarls at me,

"Tell her I said she can go fuck herself." I involuntarily gulp at his harsh tone. Oh crap.

"No thanks. I'll leave that job for you." I joke with an uneasy chuckle, but when I hear the sound of footsteps padding against the floor, I quickly realize that maybe I had made a huge mistake. I cross my fingers; hoping to god that he had a sense of humor and wasn't walking over here to beat me to a pulp.

Please luck, just this once, be on my side.

I step away from the door and wait in agony for my horrible fate. The door swings open and I am met with a top-less Natsume Hyuuga.

My eyes subconsciously scan over his body; his defined abs... strong jawline... sexy lip piercing... intense red ruby eyes... black hair styled in a sexy mess... knowing smirk...

"Who are you?"

I quickly snap out of the daze I'm in and avert my attention to his eyes, "Uh, Mikan?" I state.

"You don't seem so sure about that."

"I mean, yeah. I'm Mikan." I confirm.

"Yeah? What are you doing here? In. My. House." He grits out the last words; his eyes narrowed in suspicion. I furrow my eyebrows; did his parents not tell him I was staying here or does he just ignore them?

"My parents are going away for a while," I inform him, "And since I can't stay home alone for couple of weeks, your mom offered for me to stay here." I watch him, waiting for him to talk, but he says nothing. Pushing the fear inside me away, I speak again.

"Look, I'm sorry for interrupting whatever you were up to, but your mom wants you downstairs for afternoon tea," I state with a forced smile.

"Yeah, and I said tell her she can go fuck herself." He replies simply.

Sure Natsume! I'll just march right up to your Mom and tell her to go fuck herself. Who gives a damn about manners anyway?

"I can't say that to your Mom." I reply with a nervous laugh, "It's rude."

He falls silent; staring back at me, as if analyzing me. His eyes scan my face, and then lower down my body dreadfully slow. I fidget under his gaze; uncomfortable with the fact that he's analyzing me whilst I'm in this condition. I'm starting to regret not making any effort in looking nice and choosing to wear tracksuit shorts and a plain singlet top. I should've gone all out; I'm talking high heel stilettos, push-up bras, crop tops and short skirts.

I'm only kidding haha!

"That's a bummer." His eyes then focus on mine, "When Mom said a girl was staying at our house for the next couple ofweeks, I was hoping she'd be somewhat decent looking."

My awkward smile immediately wipes off my face. I know I shouldn't take such a comment to heart, but I can't help it. I push a smile back onto my face, "Well, we can't always get what we want, I'm afraid." My voice was shaky and I couldn't help but internally cringe at it.

He stares at me for a long moment; his mouth opening and closing; as if baffled by my response. Then, in one swift movement, he pushes my shoulders back and I stumble into the wall. I let out a squeak of shock and stare at him with wide eyes.

"Your sarcasm isn't appreciated and you are really starting to piss me off." I open my mouth to explain that I wasn't being sarcastic, but he cuts me off, "If you want to survive for the next few weeks, you'll do what I say.

"1. Do not talk to me unless I talk to you. 2. Do not go near me at school; Unlike you, I have a reputation to maintain." He smirks at that, "And 3. Do everything I say, when I say." he speaks in a low, vicious snarl; his face merely centimeters from mine.

I'd like to say at this point I was fuming and on the verge of slapping him, but, to be honest, I wasn't going to. I was scared out of my mind. I literally was on the verge of peeing myself.

I open my mouth to respond, and then close it. Open. Close. I stare back at the boy watching me intently, and suddenly, a thought strikes me.

He can't really be this mean. He must be nice behind this bad boy act. Right?

I was tempted to ask him if he was okay, because he didn't look very happy right now and now that I think about it; neither did he around school. He always looked so miserable. I didn't ask him that question, though. He probably wouldn't appreciate it and I didn't want to tick him off anymore.

Maybe he just felt lonely? Like I am. I'm sure he'd like having a friend. I don't think anyone deserves to feel alone or helpless. It's horrible feeling that way and I don't want anyone to feel like that; regardless of whether they're mean to me or not.

With this thought in mind, I smile slightly, "Okay. I'll give you your space, but because I am living with you we are going to have to get along, so this won't be our last conversation. Sorry for the trouble" Reassured by my own words, I straighten up; feeling a pinch of confidence. I knew that eventually we'd get along, or if not that, we'd tolerate each other. Maybe not today, though.

Okay, definitely not today.

His face twists into a look of confusion and he releases me; stepping away and letting out a breath of frustration. I take this as a chance to start a conversation.

"So, you go to Gakuen Alice..." I hum.

"Fuck off." he orders bluntly.

"Okay." I reply with a smile; turning and hurrying away.

As I walk away, though, a newfound determination develops within me; one that can quite possibly have me sent into a mental institution.

I was going to befriend Natsume Hyuuga.

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