Disclaimer and the like: Yo-Yo! GA is not mine, and, heck, I don't want it to be. Such pressure to draw a cute Natsume!
A/N:
I thought of this whilst reading another Fanfic, which is
kinda
weird. I'm taking down The Assignment for a long, long
hiatus. (maybe
forever - who knows?) Enjoy!
Bold: What's happening.
Italics: Commentary.
Sim Life
Prologue
"I
wonder what will happen today... right, Grandpa?" She
looked
through the window, which was shining since it'd been
cleaned just
minutes before hand, with a gleeful smile across her
face.
Bang!
Mikan
Sakura was a thirteen-year-old girl who had some... issues.
If
you're thinking it's mental or physical issues, well, you're
very
wrong. She had only one issue.
"Hey,
Polka Dots. Watch where you're going. Or else I might think you
like
bumping into me every
single morning.
In fact, now that I
think about this subject, I'm sure you do."
"WHAT?!
You conceited jerk! I hate
bumping into you! You think
you're so high and mighty - but guess
what? YOU'RE NOT! And my name
just happens to be Mikan! Mi-kan!
Not Polka Dots!"
"Whatever you say, Polka Dots."
That
issue happened to be in the body of Natsume Hyuuga, long time
enemy
and conceited boy. As fate would love
to twist this heroine's
story more, he happened to be very
handsome. Oh, yes. Very handsome.
In fact, he was the most
handsome boy in the school. But she wouldn't
stumble upon this
fact until a few years later, which, happens to be
right about...
"I
can't believe this! COWARD! You can't stand up to a girl?!"
She
shouted, staring at his retreating figure. He swung his head
round
slowly, but just fast enough to make a little girl, who is
not that
little,
a tad surprised.
"Now,
Polka Dots," He started, "don't get too pushy now."
Then he
decides to give her a little playful smirk.
Now.
".
. . I hate you." She said, a faint blush creeping onto her
pale
cheeks. "A lot."
"Oh, I love you too."
This
may not have been what Mikan was expecting, but hey, it
worked all
the same. She lit up a sweet crimson, swished her skirt and
went
bounding off to her next class. Just what he wanted. Although,
things
aren't always as they seem…
"The
nerve! Just watch, Hyuuga. I'm going to make your 'life'
hell.
Then make mine fantastic. Thank god Hotaru gave me this game."
She stared at the cover of the game. It read: The Sims 2.
To Be Continued. . . .