100 Days with Mr. Arrogant by cuddlefairy11

My Prince eh?

Disclaimer: I own no part of this story. The storyline is not mine, except maybe some plot twists. This story is basically the Korean Drama, '100 Days with Mr. Arrogant'.

Summary: Kagome, a high school senior, accidentally dents a man's car. That shouldn't be a problem right? Just a little dent. But, she comes to find that this isn't just an ordinary man. This man is Japan's second wealthiest coorparete tycoon, Takahashi Sesshomaru. Though the damage is minor, he tricks her into believing that it will be expensive to fix. Since she is still in school and doesn't have enough money topay the damages, he has her sign a contract making her his 'slave' for 100 days.

The field was serene. All was quiet; like straight from a fairytale. I guess you could say it was kind of like that Disney movie with the seven short guys. What was it again? Oh! Snow White. Hmm, as a matter of fact, I am Snow White. Weird. Wonder what I'm waiting on and why I can't wake up. Oh, now I remember, a prince comes to wake me. I hope he hurries along. Time to wake on my own! I'm tired of waiting!

"Oh, why isn't he coming?" I wonder, leisurely stretching as I sit up from my resting place.

'I hear a horse coming from the distance. I better fake it again. Oh, I hope he's hot. Finally after so much rejection I can find true love!' I fix my hair really fast and lay back. The horse has to be close now; he sounds a couple of feet away.

In my mind's eye, I see him coming closer. I can't see his face yet, I'm so anxious. I notice my hands are fidgeting and I stop quickly before he notices and doesn't kiss me to consciousness.

Now, he's so close to me. He has to be less than a foot away. I feel his hand touch my right shoulder and slowly lift me up. How can he not notice I'm faking? My face is contorting into all types of expressions and I can't stop it. I can feel his breath on my face. I can feel him, but we haven't touched yet. He's inching closer. Just a little more... I hope my breath's okay. Oh god, what if I'm a bad kisser?!

Oh gosh...he just kissed me! No tongue though. More like a 5 second peck. What a jip! He lowers me a bit. I have to see who my darling prince is to whisk me away on his horse. Then we'll be married and live in his castle and live happily ever after. Wow, what a I waiting for?!

My eyes slowly flutter open. No way! My eyes bugged just like out of those silly cartoon characters Souta watches Saturday mornings! He was the most horrid thing I ever saw!

"Play with me!" he demands.

I screamed. He laughs manically.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" I scream, vigorously wiping my face.

'So gross, so gross. EWW!' I repeat like a mantra in my mind. I continue to scream and cry, utterly disgusted. I stuck my tongue out, furiously wiping it of his disgusting saliva. Oh god, how gross!! To bad I was so entranced in 'cleansing' my person of his fungus, I failed to see all the girls in my class staring at me. Their mouths were wide open; shocked at what I was doing and where I was doing it. You see I failed to remember I was at school, and I had taken a nap. The whole encounter wasn't real. It was a dream, and soon, I would be thanking every Kami in heaven for that.

I was acting like I was possessed, I know, but it was so real and so creepy. I started shaking my head side to side, still screaming like a mad woman. I finally came to a stop, as I caught my breath. That took a lot out of me. My eyes had tightly clenched before, but now they were wide open. All I could think then?

'Oh shit.'

I finally realized a wee bit late. To late to make and excuse now. My face matched how I felt completely. I was embarrassed and so grossed out. And I was still tired. I looked so pathetic. I turned my head slowly to my right.

There my teacher stood, his back turned to me so I couldn't see his face. I see him turn his head slightly my way. He turned fully and faces the front of the class.

"You!" he points straight at me. Oh god, he was picking his nose again! He had the biggest bugger ever on his pointer finger. Mr. Nakamura was the most disgusting of all my instructors. He taught arithmetic, and I utterly sucked at and him digging for gold constantly was not helping my situation at all. I also have a tendency to drift in and out of conversations. I guess kind of like now.

I see him look down at his finger in annoyance. Maybe he doesn't realize he does? Nevertheless, he needs to stop. Mr. Nakamura flicks away, and we all shiver in disgust. He slowly makes his way over to me.

"You!" he repeats as he stops at my desk. I looked down as he was walking. My cheeks were so red by them. I don't think I ever blushed this much in my life. I was to embarrassed to look up. So, I continued to stare imaginary patterns into my desktop. His finger comes into my view from the corner of my eye.

"Were you sleeping?" he demands. I didn't answer. Big mistake.

"Were you sleep talking in my class?!" he demands, louder this time. He takes my check and squeezes. I realize his pointer finger is in my mouth as I try to answer. And I also realize; he didn't flick the bugger off his finger.

'EEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!'

I ended up running out of class, again screaming along the way. Mr. Nakamura did tell me to come back, but he didn't chase after me when he saw me run into the ladies room. I was crying at that point and whining over and over at how crappy and again disgusting my day was. I was so utterly disgusted and stressed. I just wanted to crawl in my bad and ask my mommy to make my some ramen. Yum...

I walked ran to the sink and turned the water on. My two other friends were already in the bathroom and had occupied themselves in the mirrors. Ayumi, on my left, was plucking her nose hairs. How strange, why couldn't she just do that at home? And Eri, who was on right, was combing her hair. She had to make sure it was perfect at all times. I barely noticed them; I was too occupied with splashing water in my face and gurgling my mouth with water.

"What's wrong with you?" I hear Eri question as I gasp for breath. I regained my composure and turn my head towards her.

"What does it mean when a prince appears in your dream?"

"A prince?" Ayumi asked. I turn toward her and notice she still hasn't put the brush down. "What did you do with him?" she looks shocked, but mainly intrigued. She loved juicy things like this. Both of my friends absolutely love to gossip.

I wasn't about to tell her what really happened. I'm a bad liar though, but this was a small lie so hopefully it's believable. I shifted my eyes between them. "Just hold hands and..."

Eri, who was currently fixing up her hair, answered how she always does. Like she knew everything. "That's a wet dream." She turned and looked at me excitedly. "Did you wet your panties?"

I turned my head sharply and gave her a mean look. The nerve! "I said we only held hands!" I yelled, very annoyed.

"Alright, jeez." She seemed disappointed. I wasn't surprised. I sighed, calming down.

Ayumi turned to both of us, her brush in hand. "Girls have wet dreams too?" She asked. She's so naïve. "I thought only boys had them."

Eri smiled at Ayumi at her naïveté. "My mom told me if you wet your panties, then it's a wet dream."

I sighed again. I rest my hands on the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror. "I wonder why I even ask you guys..."

"Seeing a prince in your dream..." we turned and looked at the stalls where the voice was coming from. "It means..." her voice was strained. Did she have to tell us now when she was obviously occupied with something else? How more gross can my day get?!! "...you'll soon find your prince charming...in your real life." The girl finished.

My face took on a devious look.

"Who could that be?"