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Blind Touch

Chapter one

"Natsume, you have no choice but to follow. Look at those bruises you have from having too many girlfriends in one day. You even make-out with those that have boyfriends already! What, you're being a slut or something?"

"Mom, you're paranoid. Correction, it's not making-out but hanging-out! And sluts are for girls, it's being play –oh, never mind!" a raven-haired lad with crimson orbs defended himself from his mother's sermons.

"Sluts, make-out, hang-out, whatever! They're all just the same," she yelled frantically.

"No, they're not," he replied. Youchi, the raven-haired lad's younger brother, only watched them in amusement. He was laughing hysterically over his mother and older brother's little bickering. Still, he has to admit, Natsume, the lad, really did it this time but don't get it the wrong way! What he meant was that Natsume was only testing their patience –his family, his girls' boyfriends and himself. He wasn't actually making-out with them, kissing or smooching or anything like it. Honestly, his lips are untainted.

The real truth is Natsume's doing all this risk to escape the burden of running their multi-billionaire companies. Might be for you, you're happy for the fact of being respected by a lot of people but not this personality. Nope, he wasn't happy or excited at all. What he wanted was to live a beautiful and normal life by the beach with his wife and kids, away from all these media and dramas. And that is why, even risking his life to the girls with boyfriends that are part of some morbid gangs, he would do it. You're asking for the effects? Well, let's just say, bruises and cuts were evident in his body every day.

Now, Natsume's mom was requesting or more like ordering him to meet up with a blind person to massage his bodies. He doesn't want to. Simply, to irritate his mom and for another reason only he knows. He doesn't want to get touched. Not that he's gay or something. Well, let's just say some guys also desire virginity. Not in a gay or girly way of course. Eventually, there's also this sweet and good side of him. Mysterious and playboy as he is, he also wants to offer this lips of his to his special someone someday.

"Natsume, I won't give you other options," his mom stated.

"I still don't want to. All of them are just the same, old, gray and filthy!" he spat. Youchi smirked inwardly. If he just knew what he's saying, this will be fun. He thought to himself.

"Beware of your language, Natsume. I swear, just this once, to soothe your muscles. It will only take a while. Then, I won't bother you ever again, if you try to discipline yourself. Plus, the blind person is already waiting at the veranda. We can't just shove her away. She already travelled this far. Just… just… for the sake of pity and respect," his mother reasoned out once again. Natsume sighs.

"Okay," he uttered sloppily. Anyway, he could already feel the pain in his neck and shoulders. Sigh. Guess he really doesn't have any choice.

…

His feet hanging carelessly on one of the chairs and his back resting on the cushiest sofa, he waited for the said massager to come in. And after a minute or so of waiting, the door leading to the waiting room finally creaked open. He wasn't actually that interested. In fact, it bores him to death, waiting and having this little session with the massager.

But when a long slender and silky leg appeared from the outside, he was taken aback. Who could this be? Well, this was something he wasn't quite expecting. It should be wrinkled and brown and eww-y, right? Then, why the hell does it look as if it's young? The little lad beside him, meanwhile, was smiling evilly. Of course, he already saw who'll be the one tending him. In fact, it's also one of the reasons why he was laughing frantically a while ago. He's laughing about Natsume's comments on the said massager.

And without further ado, Natsume's curiosity was finally answered. A woman, about a year younger than her, walked elegantly with a blonde man guiding her. She has hazel-hair and deep brown eyes. If it weren't for the guide, she could've been mistakenly labelled to be as someone who isn't blind. Her body was perfect, slender and hot-looking. Her clothes were neat and presentable, her shirt hugging her curves. Her skin was flawless. Her lips were also the ones that are said-to-be kissable. Overall, her beauty was incomparable. It made him question.

'How can God be so selfish in giving her sight when He, in fact, even gave her beauty?'

He can only sigh dreamily. But, of course, he never showed any sign that might give away his title of being playboy, mysterious and secretive.

The woman slowly stepped inside with the aid of the boy. She, then, took a seat in front of Natsume. The latter, meanwhile, was uncontrollably looking at her. Youchi smirked before exiting the room. The blonde guy took something from a bag he unknowingly brought with him. It looks as if it's herbal oil. He, then, gave it to her. She smiled. Her smile was enough to melt all the glaciers of Antarctica.

He watched her pour a little amount of liquid to her palms before rubbing her hands together. She, then, put a mask around her nose before looking at him. Is this girl really blind? He asked himself again. He scrutinise her eyes and found his answers. Yeah, she's blind. The other guy shoot him a questioning look but Natsume was nowhere interested in his questions. He was more interested in her.

"You may wait for me outside Ruka," she said to the guy known-to-be as Ruka. He looked at her with concern. Natsume twitched.

"Mikan, are you sure you'll be alright?" he confronted. Ah… So, Mikan's her name. Natsume thought. Mikan can only smile. Ruka nods before excusing himself. So, Mikan and Natsume were the only ones left in the room.

"Your mom said that you're actually afraid I might instead add the pain on your bruises. Don't worry. I'll take care of you, alright?" Mikan started, gradually starting her massage on his back. Natsume felt at ease the moment she touched him. It's as if her hands were gifted with the ability of calming people's nerves or healing them literally. It's as if her touch on his body felt just right. Still, that didn't stop him to pull off a smirk.

"I'm not a child," he teased, testing his patience.

"I know you aren't," she answered gently. It made Natsume shock. It was the first time someone wasn't that easily irritated at him. Most people who don't get his personality were easily angered by his blatant and harsh actions and words. She never fails to surprise him. How interesting.

…

"So, are you born blind?" he asked. He was doing the prone lying position, spreading and slowly stretching his body onto different directions while Mikan lightly pounded her hands on his back.

"No," okay, that wasn't the expected answer of Natsume.

"What happened, then?"

"Interested on my life, aren't we?"

Natsume cleared his throat.

"No, actually, it' fine," she sighs.

"I actually can't remember anything anymore. I only have visions which I think has something to do about my past."

Natsume was listening.

"There was this young kid, which, I think is me. She wore a light pink gown. She was dancing and she was… happy"

"Daddy, why do we have to be here?" a young brunette asked his father.

"We're here to attend a birthday celebration, Mikan," her mom replied with her warmest smile.

"Whose birthday are we attending?" she asks again. Izumi, her father, chuckled before ruffling her hair.

"It's the birthday of one of our best friend's sons."

"Oh…" was the only thing she could say.

"I didn't know what happened after that. I mean, during the party. The vision blurred and it skipped into the most confusing part. I think it's the part where I lost my sight."

Unfortunately, Mikan's house was far from the celebrant's own residence. After the party, she and her parents were already silently riding on their limo when the car suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong Kazu?" her father asked the driver.

"Someone's blocking the road, sir. It seems like they're the activists that truly despise you," the driver replied. Izumi and Yuka, his wife, started worrying. He tried to look past the opaque car windows. Much to his horror, they were caught up far from the city. So, if anything happens, help would be impossible. He was much more worried on the safety of his family.

True, there were activists that despise Izumi and his family simply because they were rich. Well, let's put it this way. They're rich and successful. Some envious people wanted to bring him down. So, basically, those evil people made up stories against him and his family. Thus, it led some people to hate him to the highest level.

He went out, ready to face them when Yuka pulled him. "What are you doing?" Izumi merely smiled and said, "Stay here, whatever happens." Yuka began to worry but she just nods.

Mikan didn't give a damn what was happening around her. She's still seven for God's sake. But still, seeing her parents worry, she, too, began to worry.

When Izumi was finally out of sight, Yuka sat next to her before hugging her tight. "What's going to happen, mom?"

"Shh… Everything will be all right. You don't have to worry," Yuka said, trying to comfort Mikan or more like herself. Mikan nods.

And everything, afterwards, happened too quickly. Darkness welcomed her. The next thing she knew, she couldn't find the light anymore. She was found wandering aimlessly on the streets by Ruka. He took her in and cared for her. She felt guilty for Ruka's kindness that she looked all over Tokyo to find a suitable job for her condition. Eventually, she found one. And from then on, that was the beginning of her new memories.

"So, it's like that?" Natsume retorted after hearing her story.

Mikan nods.

"Are you happy being the way you are?"

Mikan smiled. "At first, no, but then I realize afterwards the beauty of it. I may be blind but it was also the very reason for me to see things a human with complete senses couldn't see."

"What made you say that?" Natsume asked.

"There are times."

"If others are going to offer their, let's say, eyes on you, will you accept it?"

"I'd rather be blind than regain my sight only to see the dreadful things I'd rather avoid seeing."

"Hn," odd, this girl is smart.

Note: Sorry for publishing a new plot even though my previous ones still aren't finish.