I do not own anything, except for Crimson E. Enjoy. Initially this story was betaread by Easily Written up to chapter 2 but I've made major modifications on the plots and so on. Please ignore my grammatical errors (I'm still trying to improve my English!). Criticisms/flames are not allowed (coz those make me think that I'm being too serious in writing to the point where I would no longer enjoy writing and I would feel like not updating anymore like I did before…).
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Gravitation
Force 00
The Hopeless Wanderlust
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"Gravitation is a natural phenomenon by which objects with mass attract one another."
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Gravity... I hate gravity the most.
If it wasn't for gravity, the rain that hit my face wouldn't hurt this much.
If it wasn't for gravity, I could fly away from here.
If it wasn't for gravity, this fall wouldn't have hurt so much.
I hate you dad.
You are so unfair.
A young brunette was seen sitting alone under the rain in a park. Big rain droplets stung on her pale skin. She was completely drenched and her body felt numb because of the cold. She was shivering terribly, but she didn't care. The only thing she felt as she sat there and stared blankly at the grey pavement was the pain in her chest. Breathing felt difficult and her mind was disarrayed.
She wished that she would just die. Living was hell to her. She wished her life would be less complicated and be just as ordinary like every other people she knew. Life was better when she was Mikan Sakura; living with her mother in an average bungalow beside the sea. Living in a prestigious mansion with her father as Mikan Yukihira was hell.
After staying in the mansion for half a year, tolerating every verbal abuse from the member of the house, she finally became rebellious and ran away from home. Mikan couldn't take it anymore; the excessively high expectations, the constant pressure of being a Yukihira, pretenses and every single thing that are opposite of her cheery personality. Brought nothing but herself, she was stranded and penniless. Yet, she didn't want to go back. Anywhere was better than that prison she thought.
Although the buzzing sound of the rain was nowhere to end, the rain wasn't falling on her anymore. It made her wonder. Mikan lifted her head up and met a pair of crimson eyes. A stranger was holding out an umbrella over her. She couldn't see well with the overflowing tears blinding her, but Mikan could judge that those eyes must have belonged to a kind-hearted man.
"Don't you have any place to go, young lady?" she heard his deep voice asked. Mikan didn't bother to answer him. Her throat sore too much to even mutter a word. After the long silence, he let out a quiet chuckle and asked, "Do…" There was a short pause before he continued again, "Do you want to stay in my place then?" Mikan's silence made him sighed. He felt strange that he would invite a stranger to his home for the first time. Something about her attracted him towards her.
"Fine, come with me," he said in exasperation, pulling her up by her arm. Mikan was so weak that by the time she stood up, her head was devoid of blood and she fainted in his arms at once. The last thing Mikan remembered was his shouting voice, shaking her to consciousness which was in vain.
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Mikan Sakura stirred to consciousness, her eyes still shut tight. The brunette's head felt heavy and her eyes felt swollen. Mikan laid her hand on her temple, breathing in slowly as she tried to remember what had happened last night. She could feel the warm sunlight that bathed over her. Mikan assumed that she had overslept.
'Way to go, Mikan… you actually ran away from home…' she thought sarcastically. She knew that once she opened her eyes, she had to face reality. Mikan shifted slightly and couldn't help to feel comfortable lying down in a bed. She felt lazy and thought that it would be nicer if she could just lay in a little longer. 'Wait… I thought I was in the park!' Her eyes darted open and she went horror-struck.
Mikan slowly sat up straight, trying to remember every bit of memory that had happened last night fruitlessly. She was on the comfortable crimson silk king sized bed in an elegantly decorated large room. Mikan knew that she was supposed to be wet but to her utmost horror, she only had her laced polka dotted panties on and an unfamiliar large shirt covering her naked body.
She slapped her mouth, feeling terrified. Unpleasant thoughts ran through her head. She was so worried that she didn't even realize that a young man had entered the room after a light knock on the door.
"Oh, the polka dots is finally awaken," his deep voice pull her back into reality. Mikan took the comforter and covered herself as she stared at him in shock. Her lips whitened when she noted that he was wearing his trousers only.
"W-Who are you?" she asked. There was a trace of fear in her voice. She observed the man, trying to judge him by his actions. "W-What did you do to me?"
A sly smile crept on his handsome features, the glint of his alluring crimson eyes shone in amusement.
"Oh…, so many fun things," he said teasingly. He walked toward the desk and busied himself with arranging. Mikan gulped, she didn't know whether to believe him or not. Silence rolled in after that; only from the constant tapping on the keyboard from the raven haired man was heard.
Mikan tried to ask more, but her voice betrayed her.
An exasperated sigh from the man startled her again. She saw him balling his fists over his keyboard, as though something was troubling him.
"Can't you differentiate between a joke and the truth, Polka?" he sneered as he threw a glare at her from his side. "You are disturbing my concentration. I need to finish this before my goddamn editor comes. Go take a shower or something, you can find some clothes in the next room. Now, leave me alone." The doubt lifted from her chest. Mikan felt relieved. There must have been a girl in the house because she got her clothes changed. Mikan did find it weird that she was in his clothes instead.
"Okay," muttered Mikan, dragging the comforter that wrapped around her body.
"Tsk, leave that on the bed," he rasped in annoyance, his crimson eyes still fixed on the screen. Mikan blushed red.
"I don't have pants on!" she shouted, feeling embarrassed and angry.
"Nor do you have a bra on, Polka," he stated monotonously. "I already put your clothes for washing. Go hang them outside once it's done."
"Huh? You changed my clothes last night?" Mikan asked in bewilderment. The man gave her a confused look.
"Who else is there in this house other than you and me?" he snapped. "Of course I changed your clothes, genius," he added with a shrug and went back to his work. Mikan jaw dropped open in horror. She couldn't believe her ears.
"Oh, by the way, Polka," he said in a devious tone as he turned to meet her gaze again. He laid his elbow on his desk; his face leaned slightly on his hand. A smirk tugged on his lips. "You have zero sex appeal."
Mikan scoffed at his remark. The desire to kill was burning ferociously in her small frame. She couldn't believe that someone, a complete stranger at that, had commented on her sex appeal. She knew her breast size wasn't a cup C, her body isn't incredibly curvaceous, and her hips aren't engaging.
"Fine! There!" she growled, throwing the comforter back on the bed. "Stupid pervert," she cursed under her breath, walking towards the bathroom.
Little did she knew, that that was the least of her problems. The bigger problem awaited her on the laptop screen of the man; a satisfied smirk played on his lips. He never thought that picking her up from the park would be a good thing; especially that he has a deadline to meet.
He scrolled to the topmost page and made his font bigger and wrote:
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As Love Took Shape in the form of Polka Dots
By Crimson E
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Force 00 End
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TBC
~sarahwanderlust