PLAYING WITH HEARTS

The deeper you fall, the harder it is to let go ~

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Natsume's POV:

Damn. She slapped me, she ghad damn slapped me. And it knowing all now, I guess it wasn't worth it after all. That annoying stupid little girl and that meaning less bet they've made. It's the end of the bet.

And you know what? There's this annoying feeling sticking with me. I'm actually worried on what that little girl may do, and that's something I would ever do. I hate girls; I just love to play with them.

I kick the door hard, earning the door a crack, what a useless wooden door. I went to my room, still thinking about what recently happened. I doubt that stupid girl even know that this was a bet my pesky cousin made me do.

I felt a pang of hurt and guilt. I looked at the picture of me and her during on one of our dates, which as located under my pillow, she looked so happy and so did I. I ruffled my hair in frustration and groaned in annoyance.

Seeing her breakdown like that, I couldn't even sneak a peek from her. It only hurts when I see her cry. Somehow now, I couldn't get her out of my mind. Like the first we had a date, I just couldn't put her aside.

I heard my phone beep, I flipped it open and it was a text from that cousin of mine. He was rather the playboy type like me, but there was a cause why he was like that – Misaki, I heard was the reason.

I, on the other hand, had no reason to treat girls like this. But from all of those bitches who fling themselves unto me, they weren't even close to being like Polka, not even close. I sighed, why was I thinking about her?

I didn't bother to read his text. I didn't even bother to do anything, but to stare at our picture together, smiling like complete idiots. I wondered.

Did I ever love Polka as a girl? Not because of the bet? I wondered again. I never loved anyone else in my life, sure I had lots of girlfriends before, but that didn't mean I love them. Hell no, I was playing.

But Sakura Mikan was different; she wasn't easy to get. She was stubborn and was not like those ugly fags, she was one of a kind. She smiles like a complete idiot, which she is. She laughs like a lunatic; she gets angry for five seconds and smiles again.

That's maybe why I suddenly fell in love with her in the process of the bet – I love her, I love Sakura Mikan like a lovesick puppy. Oh shit, I've fucked up, big time.

I grabbed my thin navy jacket and went out to look for my Polka-dots as soon as realization banged to me. Where to look? Oh hell. Damn… oh wait, how' bout the Sakura Tree?

I stormed off to the tree as fast as I could, panting when I reached my destination. I hid behind an oak tree, scanning the surroundings. There she is… she's with that Rui, the bastard.

I felt regret beating me up. She was sobbing and hugging him as I clenched my fist. I feel like a bastard, a big bastard. No, I' am a fucking bastard to her. And right now, how would I tell her?

It isn't simple… I betrayed her, lied to her and even made her cry. What's my right to her now? What the hell is my right to confess now? I sat down, ruffling my raven hair in the process.

I've fucked up big time and I'm a big damned bastard.

End of Natsume's POV:

Normal POV:

It's almost noon by now and you'll hear if you're near the Sakura Tree, you'll hear a soft sob of a brunette tangerine. Hugging her ex-boyfriend out of comfort, she felt as if her world was shattering.

She felt stupid and used by a mere playboy. She sobbed louder when she reminisced what he said to her, all those meaningless lies. All those worthless promises and a hopeless sign of love; and how pointless it is to love in love with playboys – they're never going to appreciate you, never.

However, the guy with her was smirking. He was thinking of ways how to get his little tangerine back from that Hyuuga fellow. No matter how many lies he has to lie, he'll do anything, even if it hurts her. It doesn't matter, as long as he has her by his side.

The guy lied about what happened between him and the said slut. Of course, he picked that girl, but the girl was too clingy and his used to be tangerine was so much hotter than her. So he decided to dump the girl and turn to this tangerine.

"You know, I know you're lying, Hanazaki. I'm not dumb enough to believe those fucked up lies and you should go by now; I want my alone time, and thanks for the comfort," Sakura Mikan said as she lifted her head and wiped her tears from her tear stained face.

"And it's a plus fact that you're smirking," She added as she pushed him gently and started to walked away from him.

"I'm not smirking, and I'm not fooling you," Hanazaki Rui replied as sincerely as he could. Hiding his real intentions from her as much as he could muster;

"Go home," She left and waved goodbye with her left hand.

"Oh she hasn't seen the last of me, I'll have her; even if I have to do everything I have to," Rui thought as he stared at the retreating figure.

It was still early, but Mikan didn't want to go to her classes; skipping a day wouldn't hurt her, right? She looked up herself in her room and as swiftly as she could, she dumped herself on the bed.

Oh she wasn't crying, she was that evil glint in her hazel eyes; which could only mean one thing, one single thing – she's gonna make him pay for all these heart ache, every ounce of it. She's going to and no one is gonna stop her.

She decided that crying won't do any good; she decided to be a different person from now. She'll be the slightest bit of emotionless and she'll be bitter now, and if you catch her in a good mood, she'll be bitter sweet to you.

"You'll regret ever playing on me, Hyuuga Natsume. I'll give you hell and I'm not gonna stop 'til I see you cry in pain," Mikan told herself, making a promise to herself and to her dignity. And of course, she'll need Imai Hotaru for this.

With her help, she'll be certain to make Hyuuga's life as painful as possible. And she doesn't even give a shit on what Hyuuga will suffer about, as long he gets to experience pain in agony.

But what she doesn't know was, the person she was about to take revenge on was beating up an oak tree; his knuckles tore and blood oozing out from it. In frustration, he needs to vex it out on a poor oak tree.

He wants her back, beside his side. She taught him a valuable lesson – woman are not meant for pleasure, they're meant for loving; and if you found the one you endlessly love, don't take her in for granted.

He didn't need to shed tears, but he wants to let them out; though his tear ducts weren't productive. Instead of crying the hell out of him, he's punching the oak tree.

Both hearts in agony; but pure love was combining their hearts into one. Sure, both of them are thinking the opposites – the lad wanting his lady back to his side, the lady wanting the lad to experience the pain she felt.

But both of them know deep in their heart, they love each other. They love each other than anything else known to man kind. But both are too stubborn, both are too stubborn to say what they're significant other meant to the both of them.

Needless to say, will they ever have their happy ever after? Will they learn to not to be stubborn when it comes to their true feelings and intentions? Will they ever learn that giving the same person the same experience will turn out to regrets?