"So tell me more about yourself! I'm curious to know why you would take up a sketchy job like this one." Sakura Mikan asked me a day later. After our little thing yesterday, everything has been awkward and unusual. I couldn't believe that she's so naive and clueless. Just what is with this girl?!

"I want to be a doctor when I grow up. So I decided to do more volunteer work to help boost me up. One of my teachers told me about you needing help and here I am now." I made up the story as I talked. I didn't know that lying could be so easy. Hehehehe.

"OH WOW! You'd make a good doctor someday Natsume." She grinned like an idiot. It almost made me guilty that I lied to her face. "I'd like to be a singer one day..." Her smile fell and she stopped staring at me with her hazel eye's. I had to wave my hands in front of her face to get her back. What was that?

"Why can't you?" I blurted out. It's another one of my habits of mine. I have to say... it's what makes me attractive.

"Um..." She struggled to remain calm, "I'm not a good singer." She blushed madly. I shrugged and chewed on some carrots by me. For the past couple hours, I never thought that I could get to know someone so well and that makes things so much more interesting. Just how am I going to kill such a innocent potato-girl? I really don't know...

"How come you're alone here anyways?" She bit her lip uncomfortably and looked away.

"Uh... I don't want to talk about that. Why don't we talk more about you... Natsume?" She plastered a fake smile across her face and I grimaced. She was good and that's not a very good thing for me.

"Oh... trust me I'm not very interesting. I'm more interested in you." I said and she immediately blushed on instinct. Never mind... this girls too easy.

"I know what you're doing. I'm not going to play along to that you know?" She stood up and paced around her room in her flowing dress. The wind blew through the open window behind her bed and it made her dress fly up. But just as quickly she patted it down.

"I didn't know that girls your age wore strawberry panties." I swear that I made her blush ten times more than she could ever blush in a lifetime. It made it all worthwhile because she stopped being suspicious.

"P... P-PERVERT!" She was out of words and it made me smirk evilly at her. She already knew my real personality and that made it all easier to disguise myself. This was going to be easy. At least that's what I thought.

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