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Chapter 1 : A Messed Up Lovestory
Summary : "You messed with my life's balance, but I do congratulate you. You are officially the only woman worth a second look." He said with that devilish smile that will never change.
"I found a way to make it alone all this time and still keep a straight face.
I've always live like this, distance. Up until now I had sworn to myself that I am content with lonelyness.
None of it was ever worth the risk, you are the only exception."
A smirk.
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Or more exact, Natsume Hyuuga's infamous smirk.
Natsume Hyuuga.
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The famous playboy, a woman here and there, yet never bothered to spare them a second look. They weren't worth the gesture or the bother.
Crimson red eyes and a over attractive sexy body.
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You can't expect people not to drool.
The constant bad boy attitude.
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You have to realize, it makes you that much cooler and hotter.
Natsume groaned at the sight of the nearest girl. Every girl had to be a fan girl. It was not a statement or a conclusion., it was a fact.
The girl, spotting Natsume, had eyes that glistened up like she struck jackpot and the reward was a hundred dollar prize. But in an amusing fact, she did. She had laid her eyes on Natsume and Ruka, two very attractive males, another fact.
Ruka chuckled, seeing that the female's attention lingered on Natsume. "Natsume, maybe you should take off your shirt as well." Ruka teased, still laughing.
Natsume scowled, it was obvious he did not find Ruka's joke funny in any way. Natsume wanted to walk off in the other direction, but that would signal weakness towards no other then a slut of a girl. He closed his eyes, hoping this girl would go away, his prayers had never been answered. Why did all females prove to be nothing more then useless?
The girl had long straight blue hair, and a shade of violet eyes that were filled with hungry desires. She started towards Natsume and Ruka, but then suddenly stopped.
"What's she doing?" Ruka inquired, curiousity flashed on his face.
"Oh fuck." Natsume said pointing to the woman.
Ruka's eyes widden, Natsume wasn't wrong. This woman was a slut. She was unbuttoning her shirt to expose a bit too much, her skirt was pulled up to reveal her underwear.
"Other way!" Ruka said, quickly looking away, as he pulled his best friend in the direction Natsume wanted to go all along.
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A desprate whore.
Natsume allowed himself to be pulled into the Nogi's vast mansion. He was safe here, this place was whore-free. Forbidden to any prostitute, the only woman granted this ability was Imai Hotaru, Ruka's blackmailing, Ice-Princess, girlfriend. Natsume was a bit shocked, his best friend wasn't a bad guy, certainly not threatening, but he had manage to score one of the darkest geniuses in history. No, that wasn't any exhargerating lie, if you did happen to pick of a record's book, you would find Imai Hotaru with her infamous Baka Gun.
The mansion was abnormally large since Ruka had a small family. His mom was usually out on a buisness trip, his dad had died since birth, he had no siblings, the only thing that kept someone from saying, "Loner." was the presense of Natsume and Hotaru.
There was a total of ten floors, the third one being the bedrooms. There was six bedrooms, three occupied, three empty. Natsume took the second to end room, preferring distance from the sunlight, and that particular room had better angles of darkness.
Hotaru demanded the other end of the room, taking a liking to the different walls, one wooden one painted in a elgant golden color.
Ruka took the room next to his girlfriend, his room decorated in different painting of animals. The room could easily be mistaken as a three year old girl's room, much to Ruka's embarrassment.
Tomorrow one more room would be taken for Hotaru's best friend.
Hotaru had arranged for her best friend to stay here on Ruka's approval. The only information Hotaru had given was her name and appearance.
She was suppose to go by the name, Mikan Sakura. She had chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes, and according to Hotaru, a ball of sunshine.
Natsume was not pleased. No, he was without a doubt, unpleased. Natsume had no objections to Hotaru since she was the rare 1 perecent that did not drool and had a deep obsession with him. The other 99.9% of sickening fan girls made up the definition of girls in his dictionary. By the unpossible chance of her taing after Hotaru was unlikely, and he was certain he wouldn't fall for any girl in his life, he was so sure before so now was no differance.
"Just wait until he meets her." Hotaru snickered.
Natsume raised an eyebrow, she didn't expect that one girl he never met before could ever change his opinion of woman, or did she?
No way in hell and back.
Ding Dong.
The diamond encrusted door's doorbell rang. That was the signal for Hotaru and Ruka and the warning for Natsume. How Natsume wanted to pick up a Stop sign and place it in front of him. What a wonderful haven it would've been. That was if people had even bothered to follow orders.
Hotaru entered the kitchen again, followed by Ruka and supposedly the so called Mikan.
She wasn't ugly or unattractive, but she had a flat chest and polka dotted underwear that was exposed enough that Natsume could see.
"Hello Natsume." Mikan said with an cheerful wave.
Right then, just right then, Natsume had one of those one second blissful moments. Mikan did not act like a fan girl. More like a person who had the oddest desire to be friends. Friends? With him? That word simply did not exist for Natsume and innocent girls or any girls, no certain type.
"Polka Dots." Natsume simply said.
Mikan's eyes widden in pure horror as she started prancing like a wild pony. "You pervert!" screeched Mikan, who was still running around in circles, doing her best to aviod some attacks from the Baka gun.
Hotaru successfully landed a shot on her wild friend, she shrugged. "Wild animals need to be tamed." Hotaru said, earning a weak attempt of a glare from the brown haired girl.
Sigh.
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Twitch.
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A pissed Natsume Hyuuga.
Ruka watched his best friend get up without a sound and proceeded towards his room. He turned to Mikan and explained, "He usually is just like this. He really doesn't seem like the friend type but if you get to know him, he's a nice guy."
"Well, I might as well try," Mikan said smiling. "I am going to be staying here from now on."
Ruka returned her smile, just maybe this girl would be the key to openning up Natsume's solitude. Ruka reached for Mikan's dishes but was cut off by a shaking of a head.
"I can handle dishes myself Ruka, thanks." Mikan said reclaiming her plates.
"Nu uh, your still considered a guest right now." Ruka denied her rights, keeping the dishes out of reach.
"Well, um. Well, ok. Thanks!" Mikan said, clearly never had someone finish a task for her. A lost of words was unlike her, Mikan had to be talk a lot. It was her nature, but she also grown up doing everything for both her mother, Yuka, and herself.
Yuka...
That name brought back both dark and bright memories.
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At birth up till Mikan was eight, her mother was gentle, caring, and motherly. Everything a mother should be, a close person a child can reside in at their first heartbroken relationship, hugging their child when tears fell, and was suppose to be there to congratulate their child when they found true love.
Mikan was fourteen now. She remember the few years before her mother's death a week ago. Her mother drank, more then usual. She smoked whenever she had the chance, no matter who was looking in disguist. The worst memory that Mikan contained of her was the time when she had willingly and happily beaten her. The horrified look on Mikan's face and the pleasured look on Yuka's. That night still had the ability to become her worst nightmare, unadmitted to anyone.
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Tears.
Natsume sat in his room, laying across his king sized bed in comfort. The last hour of his life was blessed with annoyance much to his delight. There was yet another girl who had access to him at all hours, he was ready to jump up and down shouting, "Noo!" Trust him, he would.
Closing his eyes, Natsume enjoyed what moments of peace he could obtain before someone knocked on his door, demanding something.
If it was Ruka, it would be to join them. But that woul mean going back down.
If by the unlikely chance it was Hotaru then it would be to stop being a moron.
If it was that girl, Miki or Mika or was it Mikan? Whatever her name, it would probably be something cheesy and cheerfull.
Narrowing his eyes, Natsume had a odd thought. Why was he so mad at a girl he just met? Sure, he met all kinds of woman, sluts, whores, prostitutes, blackmailers, threateners, and Mikan was the perfect example of the last one, a ray of light and sunshine.
Knock.
Oh great, there it was. That knock.
Groaning, Natsume said nothing, wishing they go away.
"Natsume." the voice came.
"Ruka." Natsume replied, still wishing he go away. ut he was better then the others.
"Natsume." Ruka said again.
"Fine. Come in." Natsume said as he gritted his teeth.
"Natsume." Ruka said in a disapproving tone.
"You gonna keep saying Natsume?" Natsume said snickering. Earning a glare from the blond haired boy.
"You can't act this way Natsume, she's still new to your attitude," Ruka said sighing. "Don't scare her off, she's been through a lot." Ruka continued.
"And I haven't?" Natsume growled, he was angry now. How bad could her life be? His was sure to beat whatever petty sorrow she's been through. "So tell me, what has the Princess been through?" Natsume said in pissed mockery.
Ruka gave his friend a glare. "She's been through more then a girl needs to," Ruka said firmly. "She witnessed her father's death when she was eight. She saw her mother kill him with no regrets. Then when she turned nine, her arms and legs were filled with bruises from her mother's mental attack. Afterwards, from then until now, she lived as Yuka's maid and personal servant with not as much as the freedom to whine."
Natsume said nothing. That story could rival his.. but he still had the best sob story. "Hn." was simply said, Natsume doing his best to be uncaring and to keep his masked emotionless face.
"Natsume," Ruka began, his voice came out tired and ready to surrender. "You never told me your story. I wouldn't have known."
Natsume arched a brow. "My story?" Natsume laughed darkly. "If your intrested, I'll tell you." Natsume said in obvious amusement.
Fire spreaded throughout the city Natsume was residing in. He was only eight that year, his little sister wasn't being any help. It may as well have been their fault that the city was enveloped in a sea of flames, about to destroy even the innocent people.
Grimacing, Natsume held Aoi back from the fire that was created from her alice, and backed away. Feeling a figure that stopped Natsume's movement's, he turned.
He came face to face with a tall man who had surprisingly shades on in the winter air. His face's expression was one only someone with a vicious plan could develop, that sly look. His lips were curved into a knowing smile, like he was the one planned this whole event.
Suddenly, his covered hands reached out and grabbed Aoi. "Natsume, if you wish for your sister's saftey, you know what to do, your a smart boy." His voiced sneered.
Natsume's eyes widen a fraction of an inch, it was the first time in his life that he had shown weakness and vunerablity. "Don't you fucking dare to harm her." He said lowly. He was angry at himself for being so careless, it was pathetic. He shallowed in anger as he saw his sister's frighten eyes, the tears coming to her eyes.
"Then you know what to do, don't you? People only want the best and that's what you are." The masked man said once more before fully disappearing with Aoi.
"Oh my god!" Ruka said in clear shock. He was holding back tears, knowing his best friend saw them only as a weakness. "Natsume, is that why you been out so many nights?" Ruka asked silently. "For him?"
Natsume nodded once.
That was all that needed to be seen and heard. "I'm sorry Natsume," Ruka said. "But I think I know how to take your mind off of this."
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