Mikan's parents vanished from the earth. No one knows where they are. Barely anyone knows WHO they are.
Reo took her in alone. He has no wife; no one lives where he does or anywhere near.
But when Reo took her in, no one knew how sick he was. In fact, he didn't have a record.
And now Mikan is his sex slave. His 'partner'. His toy.
He rapes her, tortures her, any bad thing you could imagine.
This is Mikan's life.
-Beginning Play-
me: I haven't done a Play in a while.
Natsume: That's because you're an idiot.
me: Butthole.
both bored: Beginning Play is out.
Natsume: You're the butthole for making Reo rape her.
me: Whate-
-Ending Play out-
Today, Mikan was going to school. It was Monday. As usual, she staggered towards school.
But since she couldn't help staggering, she had to take a path that no one knew.
The path she'd made to escape her 'father'.
Finally, she got there and straightened herself, though it hurt. She walked to her class and sat down.
"Mikan?" a raven haired girl walked up to her. But Mikan just fell on her desk, falling asleep.
She hadn't had any sleep last night... as usual.
But her friend, Hotaru, had woken her up when the bell rang. She was too stupid to miss class, and there was two new students.
One just stared the class down, and the other started speaking, "Hi, my name's Ruka Nogi, and this is my twin brother, Natsume," he gestured toward the raven haired boy.
"Ehhhh? You look nothing alike!" a boy, Kitsuneme, yelled.
"I like animals," Ruka said, smiling. All the girls squealed.
"What does Natsume-sama like?" a sassy girl, Sumire, flicked her hair.
"Ah, um, he doesn't want to speak," Ruka said.
"Sit where you would like~" their teacher, Narumi, sang.
"You're gay," Natsume commented before they walked down an aisle.
"Th... That was harsh... I'm not gay, and you shouldn't use that term..."
Natsume and Ruka sat next to Mikan. [Hotaru sits in front of her.]
Natsume shuffled in his bag and took out a manga. He put it over his face.
"I wish I could sleep," Mikan commented.
"Ah, Natsume-kun? You shouldn't sleep in class," Narumi told him.
"I don't care."
"Narumi-sensei, right? Sorry but Natsume doesn't pay attention to school."
After a bit of Ruka and Narumi trying to convince the other of their side, Narumi gave up.
Lunch...
Mikan's P.O.V.
I was so tired. So exhausted. Daddy had raped me last night and whipped me right after. All night he did.
When Hotaru asked me if I was alright, I answered yes. It was basically my routine. Hotaru asked each day because she knew I was exhausted.
But she didn't know why.
Natsume and Ruka sat next to me and Hotaru, Ruka on Hotaru's side and Natsume on mine.
Normal P.O.V.
Natsume recognized the sadness in her.
His father usually brought girls over, young ones, and raped them. Sometimes, he'd make Natsume join in.
"Who raped you?" he asked without emotion. Mikan's eyes widened, and she slowly turned to him.
How did he know? Even HOTARU couldn't figure it out!
To Natsume, it was just a simple question. It didn't matter if he asked.
But to Mikan, that question crashes her school life.
The only reason she could go to school and out was because no one knew of her home life. She swore never to tell.
And she HAS to keep it that way.
"What do you mean?" she asked smiling.
But inside, she was dying.
"Rape. It's when one has sex with someone unwilling."
She laughed, but she was barely able to put humor in it, "I haven't been raped! What brought that on?"
"My dad brings girls over. I know the look in someone's eyes when they've been raped."
"Oh, come on, I've never even kissed someone!"
It was all lies, what she was saying. She was in her lie mode. Nothing she was saying was true.
"You have. Or at least you've BEEN kissed. You're nervous; you're lying. You've been raped. Is it natural for you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You're so keen on lying. You're so nervous. If someone's raped on a daily basis, the rapist usually has some way for them to keep quiet. They don't tell anyone, and when someone gets on the verge on finding out, they deny and deny and deny. Even without the threat from the rapist, they would still be nervous and try to deny."
"I'm not lying, really! I've never been raped!"
"Tell me the truth."
"I haven't been raped," she started to turn defensive. Tears were now bubbling at the corners of her eyes. "You don't know me- don't make assumptions."
"Be that as it may then. Don't seek help."
Ruka finally joined the conversation, "Rapists are bad." His eyes were dark and cloudy. "Those girls, I feel bad for them. I hate rapists."
Hotaru joined in, "Why don't we stop talking about rapists? We all seem sensitive on this subject, at least you three do."
"Sounds good," they all agreed.
Gym...
Mikan ran her best. She was athletic and can take hits.
It's what happens when you have to run from home, be whipped and tortured, and have to catch your own food.
It was the mile today, and Mikan finished when others were only on their second or first lap.
She dried her sweat with her towel, and sat by the fountain.
"Polka," she heard and practically jumped in fear.
But it was only Natsume.
Self-conscious, she neared her legs together. He sat next to her.
"I know you've been raped. Can you tell me now?"
"I haven't been raped," she denied.
"Right," he scoffed. Then he turned to her, staring. She felt uncomfortable. She kept shifting around.
Then Natsume got on top of her, stopping her from getting away.
Her eyes widened in fright, and she started struggling.
Natsume leaned into her, now inches away from her face.
His hand wandered, his eyes focused only on her reaction.
It went over her breast, and he whispered in her ear, still watching her reaction, "Flatlands."
"Wh-Wha-" She was near tears. She was defenseless.
She was helpless.
Which was what someone that was raped would do, Natsume knew.
Since they'd been raped before, they would think or know that they are helpless against their attacker.
But even with this knowledge, Natsume continued. He slowly took off her underwear, and Mikan's tears began streaming endlessly through her shut eyes.
Natsume sat up and put them back on.
He was satisfied with her reaction.
Yes, she was raped.
By who, he did not know.
How many times, he did not know.
Why, he had no clue.
Beyond that she was raped by someone horrible, he knew nothing.
He got up, pulling Mikan with him by her collar. She was crying like a little girl, her hands on her face.
He hugged her, soothing her, "Relax, I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to make sure if you were raped. Sure, I went a bit beyond than I should have, taking your panties off, but I wasn't raised in a good way. When I get horny, I was taught to satisfy myself. I hope you understand."
Still, she cried and cried in his arms.
Until Natsume heard footsteps and broke the embrace.
"Polka dots, people are coming." She gasped and wiped her tears away. She forcibly straightened herself, and Natsume noticed.
She'd been tortured as well.
After school, Natsume held her up.
Natsume's P.O.V.
I felt an odd urge toward Polka. Love at first sight? I don't know.
But I really didn't care for all those fairy tails.
This is real life. This girl was raped. She was tortured.
And before I could ever make a move, she'd be shaking in her boots.
When she was about to leave the classroom, I tugged her shirt, holding her back.
The others left, the raven haired girl hesitantly leaving.
A boy with a frozen smile [Koko] saying, "Mikan, good luck at home. Natsume, be nice. Mikan doesn't like many boys."
Ruka walked up to my desk.
"Should I go home on my own?"
"Yeah."
"'Kay," and he left.
I stood up and turned to her, my hand still holding her shirt.
"Who were you raped by?"
"I was never raped," she scowled. "Let it go."
I sighed but then changed topics, "Look, I think..."
My pride was big, and I bit my lip.
I didn't want to be the first to confess.
"Do you think that you could like me?" I asked, and her eyes widened.
"Wha-no!" She was worried...
"You're sure? Earlier, I was trying to prove to myself whether you were raped or not. I wasn't planning anything besides touching you a bit. Please accept that." She was biting her lip.
Her eyes shifted, "If you didn't..." She looked at me, "Maybe..."
"Mmn," I nodded my head. Then I clasped her chin when suddenly, her phone began ringing.
She pulled herself away from me and looked at her phone. She gasped as her eyes went wide.
She immediately answered the phone.
"M-Moshi moshi..." she said, her voice croaking.
Normal P.O.V.
Natsume could hear screaming on the other side but couldn't understand it.
"MIKAN, WHERE THE H*** ARE YOU?!"
"I-I'm at school- I was held up. I'll come-"
"Held up by what?" Reo snarled. Mikan stayed quiet, her mouth open. "Held up by WHAT, Mikan?"
"A... A... A... Um... I, uh... S-Someone wanted to talk to me."
"Who?" he snarled.
"A-A friend..."
Silence...
"Tell that stupid brat that you need to go home."
"R-Right, of course."
"..." Reo stayed quiet, but didn't hang up. Mikan bit her lip.
"I-I love you..." she whispered.
She could practically see his smirk, "Of course, darling."
And he hung up.
She sighed as she closed her phone.
"Who was that?"
Not opening her eyes or looking at him, she answered, "I need to go home. Good bye," and she left, but not before Natsume caught her arm.
"Wait, who was that? Can I come home with you? What..."
"Come home with me?! she exclaimed fearfully, "NO!"
"Wha..."
Mikan ran away with her school bag, but Natsume noticed that she'd left her purse.
Perfect reason to follow her...
Mikan ran outside, and saw the car that took her breath away and made her immediately stop.
He got out of his dirty truck and stared her down, no emotion in his face that made him look so menacing...
"D-Daddy, I..."
"No excuses, get in the car." Mikan was visibly shaking, but she forced herself, stiffly, to get into the passenger side. She sat still as a house. Reo went into the driver's side.
"You were three minutes later than you could've been." Mikan stared at her lap.
"They uh, kind of grabbed my arm..."
"They?"
Mikan knew full-well not to say it was a boy, so she lied, "Um, well, it was a girl. Hotaru wanted to say good bye before I left. I'm sorry."
"Hm."
Natsume's heart was beating fast as he watched. Mikan was scared to death, he knew.
But whether or not to reveal himself was on his mind.
B-But he had her purse- it was alright.
He slowly walked up to the truck and stopped in front of it, "Hello?" Mikan froze as Reo looked at Natsume through the corner of his eye.
"And who might you be?" Reo asked him.
"I'm Natsume Nogi, a classmate of Mikan's."
"Mikan?" he repeated.
"Uh, yes sir, does she have another name?" Natsume furrowed his eyebrows.
"I did not know you had a boy so close to you, Mikan."
Still staring at her lap in fear, she stammered, "Uh, h-he doesn't know my, uh, last name..."
"I see. Her name is Sakura, Nogi."
"Okay..." he replied confused. "Um, Mikan left her bag-"
"Mikan, where's Hotaru? You were meeting her, were you not?" Reo narrowed his eyes at Natsume.
"Uh, yes. Uh, Natsume must have been-"
"Tell me the truth, Mikan," Reo said with venom in his voice, and Mikan realized her mistake.
She had called Natsume by his first name.
She could barely breathe, "Um, w-well, Na-Na-Nnnogi's twin and him w-were also talking to us, um... it's true. I, uh, weee... uh... um...s-s-so basically, w-we're all friends..."
"Break all ties."
"O-Of course, Daddy..."
"Give me the bag," Reo spread his arm across Mikan. Hesitantly, Natsume handed the purse to him, and Reo threw it in the back. Then he sped off, leaving Natsume in the dust, coughing.
Whelp, there goes Natsume's attempt to follow them...
Mikan got worse s*x for befriending a boy and calling him by his first name.
And for being forgetful, she got worse torture.
The next day, she had a brace on her vagina and bandages on her face.
"Mikan, what happened to your face?" Hotaru asked.
"Ah, I, uh, I fell on my face..."
"... Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Mikan replied.
"Hey, what was with that guy yesterday?" they heard a husky voice ask.
"Um, h-he's my father... H-h-he's very protective..." Mikan replied with a scared smile on her face.
"Enough to speed off, leaving my in a ton of dust, after he throws your bag in the back and glares at everything, including you?"
"Y-Yes, he's very protective. He doesn't like me spending time with boys. I'm sorry."
"Right," he scoffed. "Obviously he's protective when he acts like an older boyfriend that can't take his girl talking to a boy in a normal conversation. I bet he can't even stand you asking a boy for frigging homework!"
"Th-That's not true, really. He's just my father..."
"How can you call him that when he's probably the reason for your bandages and brace?" She gasped.
"H-Hhow-"
"You're sitting awkwardly, and it's all fat. You think I can't notice that it's all blocky and big? Pretty sure your fall didn't get you that."
"Um, I... Uh... Iiii-iii accccidently did the sp-splits too hard."
"In what? Gym? Pretty sure we didn't do spits there."
"When I fell, I ended up doing the splits really hard and bumping my head."
He scoffed, "Right, that's likely."
"I-I-It happened..."
Ruka walked up, "You shouldn't lie, Sakura. Obviously you're lying."
"W-Well join the Candor then!" she laughed nervously.
"Stop bullying her," they heard a dark voice behind them. They turned and found Koko.
But his frozen smile was now a dark frown.
"If she doesn't want to share, she doesn't want to share. Leave her alone, Ruka, Natsume. Boys shouldn't talk with her. Leave."
"Oh, right, and that excludes you! Right, are you a girl that cross dresses?" Natsume countered.
"No, but I know enough to keep my friendship with her a secret, unlike you. I don't talk with her much. It doesn't raise suspicion, and I'm always also talking to someone else." Natsume scoffed, and he and Ruka sat in their seats.
Koko walked away, placing his frozen smile on again.
After school...
Mikan went through school without Natsume bothering her again, and it relieved her.
Especially considering that her father had taken a day off...
To watch her.
Mikan walked out of the front doors to see her father's dirty truck.
She gulped.
It was only natural- he'd been watching her all day, why not pick her up?
She walked up to the truck and placed her bags in the back.
"Have you and Hyuuga boy gotten closer?" Reo asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Huh?" Mikan asked and then looked where he was. There stood a figure.
It was Natsume, staring right at Reo coldly.
"Um..." Mikan didn't know what to say. He'd been avoiding her all day... "I don't know. I mean, I haven't talked to him except..." she thought about this morning. "To tell him to back off..."
"I see. Doesn't seem that he's taking it well. Mikan, get in." Mikan opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. She buckled her seatbelt just as Reo sped off, and she squealed at the sudden movement, making him sneer.
That night, as usual, Reo raped her and beat her.
But today, he raped her more than usual.
He was horny.
The next morning...
"Mikan," Hotaru walked up to me. I glanced up at her. She handed me a note.
It read:
Hey. I'm really... craving you, you know. I don't know what it is, but every time I'm around you, I get horny. Are you sure that we can't date?
We can take care of your father together. He's your constant rapist, right? Or am I wrong?
But seriously, I do love you. That much is obvious to me. Even if we had to date in secret or elope, I wouldn't care.
Not as long as I'm with you.
What do you think?
Signed,
Natsume.
Mikan huffed.
That boy never gave up. She scrunched her nose in disgust, and just then, Natsume walked in.
"Nogi!" she screamed in outrage. He stared at her. "I haven't been raped- I just don't have a good past, alright? Now listen, I'm not dating you. I wouldn't date you if you were the last person on earth! You're a jerk and always make assumptions! It's annoying!" He just stared.
It really hurt him and struck him right in the heart, what she said.
"Right," he mumbled as he sat in his seat. Mikan huffed again and sat down as well.
"Alright, class~" Narumi walked in but immediately noticed the dark aura of the room, coming from PLENTY of people.
Most of which were Natsume's fangirls.
Natsume decided to take a different approach. When it came for lunch, Natsume asked if Mikan would sit with him, and she replied no. He went to Plan B of getting her alone.
He whispered in her ear, saying that there were ghosts after her. She shivered.
"They're coming after you soon. They're in the front." Fright and curiosity got the better of her, as she went outside, Natsume following her. She looked around but saw nothing.
"Nog-" But suddenly, she felt a hand over her mouth as she was dragged to a sakura tree. As Mikan stared in Natsume's eyes, he took a deep breath.
"Look, Mikan. I want you. I can't help it." He began taking his shirt off as her eyes widened. She struggled her arms when she realized...
Natsume had tied her hands together with rope, and her mouth had a bandana over it.
"I'll do anything to make you like me," he began taking his shorts and boxers off. Mikan's eyes widened at the sight.
Natsume stood in front of her, strong and determined.
He had an eight pack, and his private was really, really big.
Her thoughts went to how her private would bleed when her father would rape her, and she winced.
She could see it wiggling from excitement. The head was facing the sky, and his balls were clearly in view.
He took a step toward her and held his private, and in one swift motion, he traded the bandana for his private.
She moaned at the taste.
It tasted delicious, something she'd never tasted before.
She leaned in, wanting more.
She began sucking and nibbling as Natsume moaned in delight.
Natsume urged her on, telling her to do whatever she wanted, bite him, lick his balls, whatever.
She decided to reach down to his balls with her tongue, his private still in her mouth, and tickle it.
She moaned as Natsume moaned, strained, yet he was having the time of his life.
He was already panting.
One of the only things that could get his emotion through was sexual activity, since it's almost like a reaction, moaning and screaming and all that.
His d*** was hard and long. The way she was tickling his balls while still having his c*** in her mouth, it was choking her.
But she didn't care. He tasted delicious.
But that's when she remembered her father.
But then the thought just passed by.
She had the right to love who she wanted.
But the way Mikan wasn't resisting him, Natsume started to believe...
That she hadn't been raped.
If she had been raped, she wouldn't be sucking him right now.
Little did he know, it was just an act of defiance, an act of her finally letting go.
She felt caged many times, and to love...
Oh, that would be a dream.
And she planned to make it her reality.
me: Happy birthday.
Natsume: Idiot.
me: No.
Ruka: You guys are acting strange...
me: Haha, you're not important in this, Ruka-pyonnns.
Ruka: Um...
Natsume: She's tired, and so am I. Good night.
me: Let's sleep together... (falls on him, now asleep)
Natsume: Idiot. (moves out of the way, letting me drop to the floor) She didn't wake up? Ah, well (walks away to sleep)
Ruka: Um... T-The Ending Play is out?
me (murmurs in sleep): I love Natsume-kun...
Natsume (drooling in sleep): Polka...
-Ending Play out-
See you next time!