I'll Make You Mine [Chapter 2]
Title: I’ll Make You Mine
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke x FC
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Donne thought she'll lead a perfect school life as the top student and as Kaichou, until Yamada entered her life.
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Many students, mostly girls, were noisily gathering by the school entrance as a black limousine rode all the way to the school’s parking lot. The girls were shouting in thrill as the car came to a stop. Donne, alongside the fuku, was walking on their way to school when they noticed the noisy crowd. “Are~? What’s going on?” Her friend giggled. “Maybe the cool guy is here.” “Cool guy? What... I hope he isn’t a celebrity, is he?” Her friend smiled. “Nope, I don’t think he is. But I do think he is getting near that.”
Donne pouted at her friend’s statement and turned to the crowd. “Oi, anatatachi, go to your respective rooms now and stop loitering around. Class is almost starting.” The crowd would have ignored the call if it hadn’t been the student council president; they obediently followed and slowly dispersed into the building. The three people were left behind: donne, the fuku-kaichou, and the “cool guy”.
Donne was unconsciously staring at the guy, who just got out of the neatly polished car. The boy then gave a look at Donne, which earned him a raised eyebrow from her, and smirked as he then walked towards the school, Donne’s eyes following him.
She can’t help but feel bad about the boy. “Nani yo? What’s with the shades?!” “Maybe it makes him feel cool,” the fuku replied with a giggle and walked toward the building. “Weird,” Donne said as her final remark and started towards the school as well, when she noticed something and stopped walking, turning her sight once again to the black limousine. She can’t be mistaken. She gritted her teeth in anger.
The decal on the car’s door bore the logo of the same company that wanted the sakura tress cut down.
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All student council members, except one, were already in the meeting room on lunch time that same day when the hisho barged in excitedly from the door. “Minna, have you seen Yamada Ryosuke?! Oh, the guy was just... so...” He slowed down talking to a stop, not even finishing his sentence, when he met the fuku’s eyes, which gave him a look of warning. He replied with a look of “eh?”; somehow they were visually communicating. As if the secretary understood the fuku’s eyes, he turned his gaze at the president, who was actually already staring at him ever since he set foot on that room. The secretary didn’t know anymore how to react.
“The guy is what?” Donne signalled to let the hisho finish the statement. He hesitated. “Well, the... the guy... meccha kakkoi desu,” with a little tone of appraisal.
“I’m not asking for an opinion,” the Kaichou said straightly, sending the secretary into goose bumps. “I’m asking for information about this guy.” He didn’t feel this intimidated in a long time now; thank God, the fuku-kaichou saved him from trouble.
“You should have said it directly that you wanted the info. I have it already.” Donne’s shifted her eyes from the secretary to the vice president. “I just thought you might want it, just in case,” she continued. “Very well then, so what’s with him?” Donne asked interestingly. “He’s the son of the owner of Yamada Foods Corporation. He could even be the richest student here and apparently the heir to the company. And...” “Wait, what?” Donne interrupted the vice-president. “Yamada Foods? Oh.” Donne let out a little laugh of disgust. “Just as I thought. I felt bad about him ever since I saw him. That company... I feel my stomach turning upside down whenever I hear its name.”
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Donne felt like she’s going to a war. Although it actually felt like she’s going to a debate, and for that she did not feel nervous, given that she had always been a debator since middle school. And today, it should be nothing to her, since it’s only a schoolmate that she’ll be messing with. She stopped at the door of her destination. “2B,” she read to make sure she’s at the right place.
“Come in. I’m expecting you,” someone spoke from inside the room. Donne hesitated to open the door. “Expecting me? Ah, he might have been mistaken. He must be expecting somebody else and thought it’s me,” Donne thought. The person inside continued, “Come in now, Kaichou-sama.” Donne was surprised at the recognition. Nevertheless, she entered the room, hiding the surprised expression on her face.
Donne and the guy exchanged looks for a long time, both not talking. The guy calmly smiled at her, whilst Donne gave him a firm look.
The boy stood up from his seat beside the window and walked to Donne. He reached out his hand, “I’m Ryosuke Yamada.” She ignored the courtesy the guy is showing her; in fact, it gave her more goose bumps more than ever. She continued to give him the same look.
Yamada sneered and put down his hand. “Oh well,” Yamada went on, “we both know where this conversation is leading to anyway. Negotiation, I should say?”
Donne blinked and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Yamada laughed at the reaction. “Of course, you could have known now that I’m the son of the owner of the company you now treat an enemy. But there’s actually more to that. There’s more to what’s happening to your life.”
Donne was getting more confused by the minute. She was about to speak when the latter continued as he walked towards the window, his back at Donne. “Maa~, I don’t really like it when someone bumps into me.”
Donne was getting impatient with Yamada’s always suspended statements. He spoke again, “I don’t like it, especially when there’s not even a PROPER apology.”
It didn’t take a while for Donne to remember what Yamada was talking about. She finally spoke this time. “So you’re doing this to me just because I bumped onto you? You wanted me to say sorry PROPERLY for that?” Yamada didn’t budge. Donne let out a laughter of disbelief. “How lame.”
“You think I am?” Yamada asked without facing her. “ Well, maybe I really am, but I don’t think I am.” He paused. “No one ever said here that I wanted you to say sorry properly for it. Besides, I know you won’t.”
“Then, it’s good that you know,” Donne said in a manner that says she won’t ever apologize for such a reason, to such person.
“And that’s why there’s a negotiation,” Yamada said, facing her this time. “To atone for your mistake, if not a sin, in a way, I think, would not take your pride away from you that easily.”
The student council president did not allow her confusion to stop herself from asking anymore. “What’s your condition then?”
“Date me.”
“What?”
“Since I’m an heir to a large company, I guess I should practice being a negotiator. The condition is still negotiable, you know. There’s still a possible bargain.”
She was gritting her teeth in anger already, but did not show it to him. “What is it?”
“Kiss me.”
She felt like a vein suddenly burst inside her head, clenching her fists to control her feelings and remain calm. “What makes you think I’ll kiss you? You’re not even my boyfriend.”
“Then we would have to get back to the first proposal: Date me.”
Donne was shaking and she breathed heavily to release the tension. “My God, what exactly is this man? His mind has surely shrunken, just like his height.” She forced herself to let those words sink into her ideas; she didn’t want to raise another issue by insulting him this time.
“I bet, you’re making fun of my height. I’m taller than you though,” Yamada chuckled like an expert fortune-teller, which caused Donne to widen her eyes in surprise.
Yamada walked closer to Donne again, eyeing her maliciously this time from head to toe. “I like petite girls.”
Donne tried to her best to control her boiling self; any moment, her fist would be flying swiftly to someone’s beautiful face. Yamada continued until he’s only a step away from Donne’s body. He caressed her hair, “I really like petite INTELLIGENT girls.”
Donne did not take time to slap the boy’s hand off from touching her. “Don’t touch me.” She isn’t stupid enough not to get insulted with the perverse remarks.
Yamada still dared to touch her again, this time her face, but Donne slapped his hand away again. The boy laughed shortly in amusement, then forced a kiss at Donne.
At first, he wasn’t able to kiss Donne immediately, as she was able to guard herself despite the swift action. But as she continued to struggle, she also got weaker and weaker ever second, given that Yamada is undeniably very strong. He finally managed to plant a long, passionate kiss on Donne’s lips, while still holding her struggling arms. Donne, to avoid the boy’s lips and to cath her breath, shook her head from side to side. Yet, still, the fact exists that her precious first kiss was now stolen from her forever.
Satisfied, Yamada removed his grip from Donne’s arms, only to be slapped right after. He laugh a bit at the revenge, but grew guilty when he heard Donne sobbing.
“How dare you?” are the words that came upon her mouth, yet even her own voice failed her. She left the room crying, leaving Yamada behind.
Weakened by the experience, she couldn’t run however much she wanted to. She walked leaning at the walls of the rooms for support, still crying. Reaching for her phone from her skirt’s pocket, she decided to call the fuku-kaichou. “Donne-chan? Have you talked to... wait, are you crying?” No matter how much Donne wanted to hide that she cried, the sound of her sobbing revealed it all.
“What’s happening there?” the voice at the other line worriedly asked. “Oh, daijoubu. I just called to ask you something.” “You sure you’re okay? What’s the matter this time?”
Donne paused to think. “What exactly on earth is Ryosuke Yamada? What perverse planet did he come from?” she asked with a shaking voice. “What the hell are those questions?” the fuku replied with a giggle. “Anyway, there’s something I haven’t told you about him.”
Donne sobbed a bit to catch her breath. “There’s more?” she asked in disbelief. “Of course, there’s more. You didn’t let me finish, you know, when you asked me earlier about him.” “So, what about him?”
The voice at the other line sighed heavily. “Well, he’s Top 2 in our batch, ranked next to you, with a 0.03 difference on your grades.
I rank next him, with a 0.32 difference. Donne-chan? Hello? Are you still there?” Donne can’t hear her anymore. Her remaining strength left her when she heard the info, that she can’t lift her hand up to her ear. The person on the other line hung up.
“Oh God, bitch me. He really didn’t want me to say sorry because that wasn’t what he’s revenging for in the first place.”
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Yamada stood guiltily still for a minute and suddenly turned to the cleaning equipment cabinet, where a man with a DSLR camera then came out. “You got it?” The man replied, “Very well, sir. Very clear.”
Yamada smirked. “Very good.”
~つづく~
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A/N: Ne~ recently, I have been in a Hey! Say! JUMP dance cover group. We danced Asia no Yoru (as for Yamada), Arigatou ~Sekai no Doko ni Itemo~ and Aiing -Aishiteru. Though the dance wasn't really that polished in the actual audition due to some problems like Yuto and Ryutaro couldn't come and two friends substituted them, we totally enjoyed. And, 4 of us (Yamada, Chinen, Daiki, and Yabu) passed the audition yo~! Omedetou, yay~!
If you wanna watch the performance besides the not-so polished dance and a somewhat noisy background and faint music, just search for my username on Youtube, which is the same as my LJ username. And ahem, I'm not gonna tell who I am there. Fufufufufu~ :3
Anyway, thanks to those who read this! I hope I can post the next chapter soon! ^^~
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke x FC
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Donne thought she'll lead a perfect school life as the top student and as Kaichou, until Yamada entered her life.
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Many students, mostly girls, were noisily gathering by the school entrance as a black limousine rode all the way to the school’s parking lot. The girls were shouting in thrill as the car came to a stop. Donne, alongside the fuku, was walking on their way to school when they noticed the noisy crowd. “Are~? What’s going on?” Her friend giggled. “Maybe the cool guy is here.” “Cool guy? What... I hope he isn’t a celebrity, is he?” Her friend smiled. “Nope, I don’t think he is. But I do think he is getting near that.”
Donne pouted at her friend’s statement and turned to the crowd. “Oi, anatatachi, go to your respective rooms now and stop loitering around. Class is almost starting.” The crowd would have ignored the call if it hadn’t been the student council president; they obediently followed and slowly dispersed into the building. The three people were left behind: donne, the fuku-kaichou, and the “cool guy”.
Donne was unconsciously staring at the guy, who just got out of the neatly polished car. The boy then gave a look at Donne, which earned him a raised eyebrow from her, and smirked as he then walked towards the school, Donne’s eyes following him.
She can’t help but feel bad about the boy. “Nani yo? What’s with the shades?!” “Maybe it makes him feel cool,” the fuku replied with a giggle and walked toward the building. “Weird,” Donne said as her final remark and started towards the school as well, when she noticed something and stopped walking, turning her sight once again to the black limousine. She can’t be mistaken. She gritted her teeth in anger.
The decal on the car’s door bore the logo of the same company that wanted the sakura tress cut down.
--------------------
All student council members, except one, were already in the meeting room on lunch time that same day when the hisho barged in excitedly from the door. “Minna, have you seen Yamada Ryosuke?! Oh, the guy was just... so...” He slowed down talking to a stop, not even finishing his sentence, when he met the fuku’s eyes, which gave him a look of warning. He replied with a look of “eh?”; somehow they were visually communicating. As if the secretary understood the fuku’s eyes, he turned his gaze at the president, who was actually already staring at him ever since he set foot on that room. The secretary didn’t know anymore how to react.
“The guy is what?” Donne signalled to let the hisho finish the statement. He hesitated. “Well, the... the guy... meccha kakkoi desu,” with a little tone of appraisal.
“I’m not asking for an opinion,” the Kaichou said straightly, sending the secretary into goose bumps. “I’m asking for information about this guy.” He didn’t feel this intimidated in a long time now; thank God, the fuku-kaichou saved him from trouble.
“You should have said it directly that you wanted the info. I have it already.” Donne’s shifted her eyes from the secretary to the vice president. “I just thought you might want it, just in case,” she continued. “Very well then, so what’s with him?” Donne asked interestingly. “He’s the son of the owner of Yamada Foods Corporation. He could even be the richest student here and apparently the heir to the company. And...” “Wait, what?” Donne interrupted the vice-president. “Yamada Foods? Oh.” Donne let out a little laugh of disgust. “Just as I thought. I felt bad about him ever since I saw him. That company... I feel my stomach turning upside down whenever I hear its name.”
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Donne felt like she’s going to a war. Although it actually felt like she’s going to a debate, and for that she did not feel nervous, given that she had always been a debator since middle school. And today, it should be nothing to her, since it’s only a schoolmate that she’ll be messing with. She stopped at the door of her destination. “2B,” she read to make sure she’s at the right place.
“Come in. I’m expecting you,” someone spoke from inside the room. Donne hesitated to open the door. “Expecting me? Ah, he might have been mistaken. He must be expecting somebody else and thought it’s me,” Donne thought. The person inside continued, “Come in now, Kaichou-sama.” Donne was surprised at the recognition. Nevertheless, she entered the room, hiding the surprised expression on her face.
Donne and the guy exchanged looks for a long time, both not talking. The guy calmly smiled at her, whilst Donne gave him a firm look.
The boy stood up from his seat beside the window and walked to Donne. He reached out his hand, “I’m Ryosuke Yamada.” She ignored the courtesy the guy is showing her; in fact, it gave her more goose bumps more than ever. She continued to give him the same look.
Yamada sneered and put down his hand. “Oh well,” Yamada went on, “we both know where this conversation is leading to anyway. Negotiation, I should say?”
Donne blinked and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Yamada laughed at the reaction. “Of course, you could have known now that I’m the son of the owner of the company you now treat an enemy. But there’s actually more to that. There’s more to what’s happening to your life.”
Donne was getting more confused by the minute. She was about to speak when the latter continued as he walked towards the window, his back at Donne. “Maa~, I don’t really like it when someone bumps into me.”
Donne was getting impatient with Yamada’s always suspended statements. He spoke again, “I don’t like it, especially when there’s not even a PROPER apology.”
It didn’t take a while for Donne to remember what Yamada was talking about. She finally spoke this time. “So you’re doing this to me just because I bumped onto you? You wanted me to say sorry PROPERLY for that?” Yamada didn’t budge. Donne let out a laughter of disbelief. “How lame.”
“You think I am?” Yamada asked without facing her. “ Well, maybe I really am, but I don’t think I am.” He paused. “No one ever said here that I wanted you to say sorry properly for it. Besides, I know you won’t.”
“Then, it’s good that you know,” Donne said in a manner that says she won’t ever apologize for such a reason, to such person.
“And that’s why there’s a negotiation,” Yamada said, facing her this time. “To atone for your mistake, if not a sin, in a way, I think, would not take your pride away from you that easily.”
The student council president did not allow her confusion to stop herself from asking anymore. “What’s your condition then?”
“Date me.”
“What?”
“Since I’m an heir to a large company, I guess I should practice being a negotiator. The condition is still negotiable, you know. There’s still a possible bargain.”
She was gritting her teeth in anger already, but did not show it to him. “What is it?”
“Kiss me.”
She felt like a vein suddenly burst inside her head, clenching her fists to control her feelings and remain calm. “What makes you think I’ll kiss you? You’re not even my boyfriend.”
“Then we would have to get back to the first proposal: Date me.”
Donne was shaking and she breathed heavily to release the tension. “My God, what exactly is this man? His mind has surely shrunken, just like his height.” She forced herself to let those words sink into her ideas; she didn’t want to raise another issue by insulting him this time.
“I bet, you’re making fun of my height. I’m taller than you though,” Yamada chuckled like an expert fortune-teller, which caused Donne to widen her eyes in surprise.
Yamada walked closer to Donne again, eyeing her maliciously this time from head to toe. “I like petite girls.”
Donne tried to her best to control her boiling self; any moment, her fist would be flying swiftly to someone’s beautiful face. Yamada continued until he’s only a step away from Donne’s body. He caressed her hair, “I really like petite INTELLIGENT girls.”
Donne did not take time to slap the boy’s hand off from touching her. “Don’t touch me.” She isn’t stupid enough not to get insulted with the perverse remarks.
Yamada still dared to touch her again, this time her face, but Donne slapped his hand away again. The boy laughed shortly in amusement, then forced a kiss at Donne.
At first, he wasn’t able to kiss Donne immediately, as she was able to guard herself despite the swift action. But as she continued to struggle, she also got weaker and weaker ever second, given that Yamada is undeniably very strong. He finally managed to plant a long, passionate kiss on Donne’s lips, while still holding her struggling arms. Donne, to avoid the boy’s lips and to cath her breath, shook her head from side to side. Yet, still, the fact exists that her precious first kiss was now stolen from her forever.
Satisfied, Yamada removed his grip from Donne’s arms, only to be slapped right after. He laugh a bit at the revenge, but grew guilty when he heard Donne sobbing.
“How dare you?” are the words that came upon her mouth, yet even her own voice failed her. She left the room crying, leaving Yamada behind.
Weakened by the experience, she couldn’t run however much she wanted to. She walked leaning at the walls of the rooms for support, still crying. Reaching for her phone from her skirt’s pocket, she decided to call the fuku-kaichou. “Donne-chan? Have you talked to... wait, are you crying?” No matter how much Donne wanted to hide that she cried, the sound of her sobbing revealed it all.
“What’s happening there?” the voice at the other line worriedly asked. “Oh, daijoubu. I just called to ask you something.” “You sure you’re okay? What’s the matter this time?”
Donne paused to think. “What exactly on earth is Ryosuke Yamada? What perverse planet did he come from?” she asked with a shaking voice. “What the hell are those questions?” the fuku replied with a giggle. “Anyway, there’s something I haven’t told you about him.”
Donne sobbed a bit to catch her breath. “There’s more?” she asked in disbelief. “Of course, there’s more. You didn’t let me finish, you know, when you asked me earlier about him.” “So, what about him?”
The voice at the other line sighed heavily. “Well, he’s Top 2 in our batch, ranked next to you, with a 0.03 difference on your grades.
I rank next him, with a 0.32 difference. Donne-chan? Hello? Are you still there?” Donne can’t hear her anymore. Her remaining strength left her when she heard the info, that she can’t lift her hand up to her ear. The person on the other line hung up.
“Oh God, bitch me. He really didn’t want me to say sorry because that wasn’t what he’s revenging for in the first place.”
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Yamada stood guiltily still for a minute and suddenly turned to the cleaning equipment cabinet, where a man with a DSLR camera then came out. “You got it?” The man replied, “Very well, sir. Very clear.”
Yamada smirked. “Very good.”
~つづく~
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A/N: Ne~ recently, I have been in a Hey! Say! JUMP dance cover group. We danced Asia no Yoru (as for Yamada), Arigatou ~Sekai no Doko ni Itemo~ and Aiing -Aishiteru. Though the dance wasn't really that polished in the actual audition due to some problems like Yuto and Ryutaro couldn't come and two friends substituted them, we totally enjoyed. And, 4 of us (Yamada, Chinen, Daiki, and Yabu) passed the audition yo~! Omedetou, yay~!
If you wanna watch the performance besides the not-so polished dance and a somewhat noisy background and faint music, just search for my username on Youtube, which is the same as my LJ username. And ahem, I'm not gonna tell who I am there. Fufufufufu~ :3
Anyway, thanks to those who read this! I hope I can post the next chapter soon! ^^~