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"W-wh-wha—" Brown orbs widened in horror and shock. Wait, there was actually no adjective to describe such horror and shock.
"Please speak coherently, Mikan-chan." A kind, manly voice whispered as sweat trickled down his forehead.
"Bu-but, Narumi-sensei, why? Why?"
"Mikan-chan, please under—, no, you have to understand. This is for your safety. He can protect you."
"I can protect myself, thank you. And safety? How can I be safe when I'm with this man? How? There must be some other way. Please, please, I don't want to be with him! I'll mop the floors, clean the restrooms, wash the dishes, give my virginity but please not this!"
"Calm down, Mi—"
"Why this jerk?" She yelled, pointing a finger at a man who held a passive, unmoved look. There she was, her world suddenly stopped spinning, her life jailed by eternal damnation. While there he was, sitting on a chair, his cheek on his palm, watching her world crumble and seemed like enjoying every minute of it. His smirk, irking the brunette.
"—kan-chan. This is an order. You—"
"I have to share a room with this jerk, see him everyday, eat with him everyday, bathe with him everyday, sleep with him everyday, have s—"
"--have no choice but to follow orders from the academy."
"Why him… Of all people, why does it have to be—" She clenched her fists. She threw an annoyed glance at the smirking jerk. Oh how she hated that smirk with hatred and so much passion.
"Mikan, please." Narumi pleaded. He gently placed a hand at her shoulder.
"—Natsume Hyuuga." She dropped her gaze, her head followed. She scornfully spurned Narumi's hand away.
Mikan was trembling visibly. She was mad, enraged even.
"Mikan-chan, relax."
"I won't…" Mikan slowly raised her head, her brown eyes darker. She backed away, with one step, then two. Steps increased.
"I WON'T AGREE TO THIS!" Then she ran off sightlessly only to trip herself, face first on the floor.
And then, he laughed. Natsume laughed.
My freedom is taken. Now, my shame. Mikan got to her feet as rapidly as she fell and ran off again sightlessly, though not as fast as she wanted it to be.
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this is
R o o m M a t e
(in blinding neon lights plus fireworks in the background.)
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Chapter 1: My freedom is taken
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"Natsume, please do follow her." Narumi turned around sharply to look at the boy, who was still soothing silently on the chair, his eyes emotionless.
Natsume only raised one eyebrow before saying, "I don't take orders from you, you ass."
But he stood anyway, ready to go.
Narumi only smiled, instantly understanding the boy's actions.
"Stop grinning. I'm not following that idiot."
"Natsume-kun, you're so cold." Narumi said teasingly, adding an affectionate suffix to upset the boy.
"Shut up."
And with that, he left.
Narumi shook his head. I can clearly see your weak spot, darling.
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Natsume impetuously raked a hand across his dark, sexy locks as he scanned the area, shifting his eyes one place to another. He was losing his patience.
"This is fucking bothersome." He drawled.
He ventured around the campus and commenced the bothersome manhunt.
It was a given fact that Mikan Sakura couldn't be far off since, she accidentally tripped herself over, rather comically, or so he thinks.
He veered off the corner and BOOM! a young man was sent flying, his face met wall and the wall cracked, plus his face. The young man muttered a curse, blood oozing from his nose.
Standing up, he slowly turned around. In the process, the young man growled hotly, "Hey asshole! Watch where you're go-go-goi-…" The young man paled after seeing Natsume Hyuuga. Horror struck his eyes. He immediately got down on his knees and begged for mercy and prayed to heaven that he wouldn't be sent to hell as early as planned. "Na-Natsume-sama, forgive me, forgive me for being in your majestic way. Please, please. I'm an asshole. Yes, I am. I'll do anything, anything! Just don't kill me." The young man pleaded with all his heart, bowing his head repeatedly, once or twice hitting the floor.
"Where's Mikan Sakura?" Hyuuga asked.
Salvation. It seemed that Kami-sama heard the young man's prayer and sent an angel to protect him from death. It was really a good thing that he came across Mikan Sakura awhile ago.
"I s-saw her go off that direction. I th-think she's he-headed to the rooftop."
Natsume did not waste any time and definitely did not waste any of his precious saliva to thank the young man who was already palpitating due to fear and terror. Come to think of it, he isn't that well-mannered, is he?
He expertly climbed a couple of stairs until he reached the door which led to the rooftop. He wanted to kick it open but did otherwise, bracing his hand on the doorknob, he turned it and swung the door rashly.
Light streamed in his eyes. And ah, Mikan Sakura.
There you are.
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Mikan Sakura spun around abruptly as the door suddenly opened.
Surprise and shock materializing in her pretty brown orbs.
"You…what the heck are you doing here?" Mikan asked, irritation present in her voice.
"What a coincidence. I happened to drop by." Natsume drawled sexily, with droplets of sarcasm evident.
He approached her.
Natsume stopped when they were already face to face. His eyes stared directly into hers, cold and intense.
Oh, how he was mesmerized by those pretty, pretty and innocent brown eyes.
But she looked defiantly back at him and said, "I hate you."
Alas, don't be cruel, don't be.
"So do I." He retorted.
"Bastard!"
"Give me a reason why you don't want me to be your room mate." He seized small strands of long, silky brown hair. "Be sensible."
Mikan gulped and shifted her eyes to the side, avoiding his intense gaze. She tried to think of sensible reasons, really, but this sudden proximity plus his gaze added up to the pressure.
She calmed herself down and thought of very witty and sensible reasons. This wouldn't be hard after all, it just so happened that cons outweighed the pros when it comes to Natsume Hyuuga.
Reason 1: First and foremost, he's a horny, horny pervert. I might end up getting raped or worse, become his sex slave! Kyaaa!
Reason 2: He's a cold, selfish bastard.
Reason 3: Sweet Jesus, I'm still young to be imprisoned by this eternal damnation! My freedom is taken and I'm only 16 years old for Pete's sake. I'm going to die young!
Reason 4: I…I don't want him to get hurt because of me.
Reason 5: I'm scared, scared of falling knowing that he'll only watch me fall, deny me, reject my feelings!
Mikan shook her head frantically. What am I thinking?
Overdramatically formulated reasons, god. Scratch that. Those are reality.
She clenched her fists and looked at him determinedly, "I hate you because…you're a pervert! You might harass me! I'm young, fresh and a virgin. And you, you're still under aged to get to jail! No justice for me."
"Thank you for worrying about my welfare but you're not being reasonable, polka-dots." He purred, twirling her long strands in his fingers. "You only think of yourself. Stop being selfish, honey. You're not the only one who doesn't like this shit."
"W-what?"
"I don't like it either." Natsume tugged her hair down to lift her face up. "But I don't have a choice, do I?"
He neared his face close to hers. The closeness brought a bright blush to the brunette's pretty cheeks.
"Fine. I'll agree." Mikan finally submitted. "Just, just keep your distance. And one more thing…"
"What?"
"Don't fall in love with me."
Natsume stiffened.
Mikan stared.
A thick, gauche silence filled up the scene.
But of course, you know Natsume, he can cover up any manifestation of his weakness. He simply smirked, withdrew sluggishly then faced his back to her.
He looked up to the sky,
ZOOM IN! Red deadly orbs, muddled.
Mikan waited for a reply.
ZOOM IN! Brown upheaval orbs, hopeful yet sad.
Alas, don't be cruel, don't be.
"As if I would." He stated, chuckling bleakly after.
Mikan's eyes dropped. Of course, it hurt to assume. But, she was human after all.
"Because, I already did." He added in a murmur, though it was too faint for her to hear.
Mikan shrugged her feelings, disappointments and eventually regained her composure.
"It's a deal then." She chirped.
"Aa."
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A pair of cerulean eyes scanned the area. Those eyes, deep like the ocean. Be careful not to drown.
Those eyes. There was something off. It was eerie.
Peculiar.
Green pupils. Blue irises. So captivating, yet so surreal. Alarmingly stunning.
A young man in school uniform –a black suit with all the buttons unfastened, a white collared shirt underneath it and black slack pants –stood at the rooftop of a building.
He was eyeing a certain brunette from the other building.
His lips curved into a crooked grin.
"Target locked." He licked his lips sensuously.
Green pupils became vivid, dominating blue. A sign of desire. A sign of lust. A sign of love.
"I want her heart."
Two bodies stood beside him, like antique statues waiting for a bird to poo. Rigid. Stiff.
"Affirmative." They said in monotone.
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this is
R o o m M a t e
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