One Week Slave of Love

One Week Slave of Love

-Chidori Amane-

Summary: This is the sequel of "Truth AND Dare" so be warned to those who haven't read it yet. Enjoy the sequel!

Chidori: Ahmm…h-hi?

Mikan: Chi-chidori-chan?! It's really you!! –hugs

Natsume: What the… do you know how long we've been waiting?! –glares

Chidori: I don't know exactly, but I've got an idea…hehe. SORRY minna-san!! Gomen!!

Mikan: it's ok…? At least, you can continue now.

Natsume: -snobs

Chidori: -sobs.

Mikan: -sweat drops. On with the story.

Previously

When Mikan woke up, she found herself alone in the dark room. "He must have left," she thought.

…

It's hard for Mikan to be alone in Natsume's big room. She missed the guy, terribly! But, time surely does fly as she looked at the calendar.

"It's already FRIDAY?!" a frantic brunette yelled. "OMG. OMG. I don't have anything to wear!!"

Walking back to her old room, she searched for a good dress to wear later on this evening. "I give up," she muttered. "I don't have any decent dress to wear!! Waaah!!"

Pacing around her small room, she thought of any possibilities to get a nice dress. "Borrowing would be all right. But from who? I doubt Hotaru wears those kind of outfit. And I bet Sumire would let me touch her stuff."

She sighed loudly. "Damn! Oh! Maybe Narumi-sensei has one! But, though he dresses weirdly, he might not have a dress with my size. So borrowing is definitely not a good idea. How about if I buy?"

"Argh!!" she let out a frustrated scream. "I don't have enough rabbits!!"

Suddenly, a bulb lighted on top of her head. "I know! Maybe Hotaru has an invention that can help me!" And so, she walked purposely towards her best friend's room. "I just hope she has one."

"Damn, this mission takes a toll on me," he cursed as he dodged another bullet. "I just hope she's fine while I'm gone."

"There!" a man shouted as he spotted Natsume.

"Shit!" he swore under his breath. "I still have three hours left before the dance festival. I better finish this before I get late. And I can be with her."

Finding a new determination, he cast a fire ball towards the source of the voice. "One down, eleven more to go." He made other furious attacks to his enemy and three big men soon fell unconscious.

A bulky guy managed to land a scratch on his arm but unfortunately, he received a third degree burn on his not-so-pleasant face. The fighting went on and on as he came face to face with the leader.

"Ah, impressive," a looming voice said.

"Che," Natsume non-politely replied. "Stop the talk. I still have a dance to attend."

The man chuckled, and oh boy, what a wrong move. It made the Black Cat more pissed off. "Oh, you'll gonna get it."

Natsume threw unceremoniously a kunai-shaped fireball as his opponent swiftly moved to dodge the attack. Unfortunately for the villain, he got three shots. "Why you damn brat!"

Natsume only smirked behind his mask. He ran as fast as he could to his enemy and gave him series of flamed punches and kicks.

Not a minute or two, the guy fell on the cold ground.

Panting loudly, Natsume winced at the pain on his arm. "This will leave a mark. And Mikan will not be too pleased with that."

As if getting hit with a ton of bricks, he remembered the dance. "Oh shit!"

"Come on, Hotaru," Mikan begged for the umpteenth time. "We're best friends, right?"

"Yeah, so what's the connect?" her best friend nonchalantly replied.

"It means that you should let me borrow your machine! Please?"

"No"

"WHAT?!"

"I will not repeat myself"

"Waaah!" Mikan wailed while running around Hotaru's lab.

"Oi baka, stop that or you'll ruin my stuffs," Hotaru scolded. "Geez… could she get any more annoying?"

She must have not heard her as she continued running like a beheaded chicken.

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BAKA-BAKA-BAKA

Mikan crushed on the wall with a loud thud. "Ouch! That hurts you know!" she muttered while scratching her sour head.

"How would I know? I haven't hit before," she retorted. Then suddenly, Mikan became quiet. "Now what? Is she giving me the silent treatment?"

Mikan hid her eyes with her bangs. "Why? All I want is a beautiful dress to impress Natsume. Or at least, he can be sort of pleased of my look. Why can't I have one? Don't I deserve to be beautiful?"

Out of the blue, she stood up. Still downcast, Mikan apologized. "I'm sorry Hotaru if I ever bothered you today. I just can't find nor afford to buy a dress that's why I thought you could somehow help me. But, you can't. I'll be going now."

Hotaru just rolled her eyes at her best friend as she watched her step out from her room. "Stop emo-ing. It's just so not you."

"Huh?" Mikan's tear-stricken face met Hotaru.

"Fine. I'll help you."

All of a sudden, Mikan threw herself at her best friend who unfortunately hadn't had time to react. "Thank you, Hotaru!! Thank you!"

"She's so grateful. This really means so much to her," she thought. "It's really hard when you're in love without money."

7:01 pm

The Sakura Tree

Pant

Pant

Sigh. "I'm earlier than Natsume!! Haha"

All of a sudden, two arms wrapped around her petite body. She let out a squeaked as she began struggling. "You were saying?" an all-too-familiar voice asked.

"Na-Natsume?!" Mikan choked as she swirled around to meet her boss. Oh the mighty hath fallen as she glommed him. "I missed you!"

Natsume just err blushed at her unceremonious proclamation. "Right," he just replied since frankly, he's dying to taste her. And so, a man got to do what he had to do as he claimed her lips into a searing passionate kiss.

Surprised at first, Mikan shyly kissed back. She moaned and he groaned. He nipped her bottom lip as he silently asked for an entrance. She obliged dutifully and allowing him to explore her mouth with his warm tongue. The two organs danced gracefully while battling for dominance. A minute passed as they abruptly stopped due to lack of oxygen.

Mikan's face was all red while his was flushed. An awkward silence erupt as they continued to look at each other.

"I think I love him more than ever"

"She tastes like strawberry with a variant of vanilla"

He cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Let's go to the dance."

"H-hai"

He entangled their hands while looking forward as they walked to their destination. For once, Mikan decided not to be loud since she might ruin the moment. And so, no more words was uttered till they got there…

The end…

Just kidding!

They received surprised stares and glares as they reached the festival ground. Unknowingly, Nastume didn't let go of her hand even if she insisted so.

"Whoa, Natsume?" Ruka asked while staring at the couple's locked hands.

"What? Am I not allowed to hold my girlfriend's hand?" he mocked but his mockery was dedicated to the annoying stares. At this, Mikan's blush went tenth fold, if that was possible.

"Mikan?" Ruka asked, for assurance. She only gave a sheepish laugh 'cause she too didn't know if he's boyfriend was serious.

Getting more irritated with the people, Natsume surprisingly led Mikan to dance floor.

"That's a relief," Natsume mumbled as he placed his hand on her hips while her arms were snaked on his neck.

"Am I really your girlfriend?" Mikan suddenly asked.

"Huh? What made you ask?" he instead replied.

"Ouch"

"Oh. No-nothing. Never mind," she whispered disappointedly. "Why did I even bother to ask anyway? When the answer is too obvious?"

"Shit! I made her sad again!"

"By the way, you look beautiful tonight," he complimented at her ear. He felt her tensed up and he couldn't help but smirk. She did look good tonight. Hotaru made a good job with her off-shoulder above-the-knee pink dress, white sandals and light make up. Her hair was loosed but with curly ends.

"Thanks," she managed to reply without stuttering. "You appear to be handsome tonight as well."

"Since when did I not look handsome?" he boasted.

She let out a giggle before resting her head on his chest. "You're such a cocky bastard."

He groaned at that. "Is telling the truth cockiness now?"

Feeling that they would last like that forever, he tightened his grip as he breathed in her scent.

"Mikan," he softly called. "It's now or never."

"Hmm?"

"Would you be my girldfriend?"

"S-su- WHAT?!" She stared at him in disbelief. Did she just hear the all mighty black Cat asking her to be his girlfriend?

"You heard me," he casually replied. "Come on, answer me already."

"He's asking me to be his girlfriend? Is this for real? Oh my!" She cracked a wide grin before kissing him full on the lips.

"Hell yeah!" she yelled after the chaste kiss. "I love you, in case you don't know," she confessed afterwards. Of course, she didn't say that out loud.

As if saying 'I love you too', Natsume held her chin and captured her thin lips for a more passionate kiss.

On the background, the kissing couple was circled by the crowd who were whistling and cheering.

Natsume broke the kiss after a minute and whispered seductively to her ear, "We'll continue this later."

She blushed but said nonetheless, "That, I will look forward too."

The end…

Chidori: Yeah…that's for real. It's the end! Huhu., I feel giddy all of a sudden.

Mikan: -moaning

Natsume: -groaning

Chidori: -blushes. Ahmm… It's getting hot in here, neh? Maybe because of the weather. Hehe… ahmm… are you guys going to ask for another sequel? But swear to Kami, it'll be rated M!! hihi.,. review guys!! Thanks for all those who continue on supporting me even though I got inactive for how many months. Btw, my SasuSaku fic is on the process. I'm also plotting another MikanxNatsume. So well, tune in?! haha., tnx tnx again!

I have another question. Who among you guys cosplay?