Lord of the Harry Potter Rings I am sorry for not updating this story and leaving it to fend for itself with various mood swings courtesy of my muse. I am editing this as much as I can, so the tone will be linear and less confusing. But the plot it just the same.

This is my favorite among all my stories [bows to the other stories shakily]. I hope you understand soon enough.

I have four months vacation! Three, if you would exclude the dying April. I am trying my best to salvage anything I can.

Her Favorite Boy

By Y. M. H.O

Chapter 1: Unusual But Is So Right

A small boy sat on the far corner of the living room, droning out the words that seemed inevitable. He sat there, shaking with his hands over his ears, desperate not to hear anything. Silence. The only thing he heard was his own heartbeat then-

BAM!

"Get away from me bitch!" A loud voice echoed through the continuous sobs of the woman currently sprawled on the floor. The boy's eyes were wide, and as much as he wanted to stand up and protect his mother from the ruthless bastard, his feet seemed to be glued to the floor.

"I love you, we love—"The woman helplessly clung to his leg but she was pushed again.

"Love? Hey, woman. I don't need your love. I don't need your son. I don't-"

"We don't need you." Yamato Luigi broke off as his own son spoke those words. His eyes were so cold that he felt frozen on where he was standing. Those blood red eyes, those eyes that he fell in love with, a long time ago.

"You can go. We don't need you, Yamato." He said those words with pure disgust and the man can't help but flinch a little.

"Yamato? So now you call me Yamato when you are one." He laughed and kicked the woman who tried to cling onto him again.

"I'm not a Yamato. I'm Hyuuga Natsume, definitely not related to you, at all. Go." Natsume replied and his father just shrugged, bent over to retrieve his suitcase, and went out of the house. The door clicked and he went to his sobbing mother.

"Let him go mom. He doesn't need us. We don't need him." Natsume repeatedly cooed but his mother wouldn't stop. She hugged him tightly, almost afraid that he would disappear. Losing her beloved husband was too much.

"He's out of our lives now." He told her but she collapsed all of a sudden.

"Help! Somebody help us!" The boy shouted as the knowing neighbors barged in and called an ambulance.

The park was deserted when he came. Not a single kid playing or sticking around and it works just right for him. He sat down on one of the swings, and stared at the ground under him. 20 seconds, 10 seconds, 5 seconds.

His tears fell and he hurriedly wiped them, but they just kept on coming. He groaned in frustration as he heard footsteps and they sound nearer and nearer. He tried to make himself invisible, but that was impossible.

"Oh, Natsume, why are you crying? Don't tell us you're now a cry baby?" Tamaki teased and his mates Rin and Sachiko snickered with him. He clenched his fist in anger and Tamaki noticed it.

"Going to punch us? But what are those tears? Cry baby, cry baby, cry baby." Tamaki chanted, and they joined him. Natsume stood up.

"Tamaki, what in the world are you doing to him?" a strong feminine voice shouted from behind them and their heads turned.

"Sakura?" Tamaki asked in disbelief and rushed to her.

With hearts in his eyes.

"Hey, get away from me." She shooed him away and he disappointedly stopped in front of her.

"But-" he tried to say but he was cut off by her glare.

"Get away from him. Next time I see you bullying others, I'll definitely tell your mother." She told him with a firm voice. Tamaki stiffened but the hearts in his eyes grew bigger.

"Okay, Sakura-san." He bowed and motioned the others to follow him away. When they were out of earshot she grinned at Natsume.

"Are you alright?" she asked, still with a grin but it was never returned. Instead he sent her a cold glare. This didn't affect her at all.

"Go away. Even if you weren't here I can handle them. But you just have to barge in!" He exclaimed and turned away. Mikan rushed over and looked. It was evident that he is crying.

"What's wrong?" she asked sincerely but got pushed.

"I said go away!" he yelled again and her sincerity disappeared.

"You're not the only one in this world who gets problems. Don't think you're the only one. I have too." She told him with spite in her voice. He turned and looked at her mockingly.

"Why? Lost your teddy bear?" he asked. But she looked serious.

"No. I lost my mom." She answered plainly. Natsume, thinking that she's in the same situation that he is, jokingly replied.

"She went with some guy?"

"She died. Just last week." She looked down, and Natsume felt ashamed. He was supposed to retort back but she looked back with a grin on her face, not a trace of sadness.

"You? What happened?" she asked. He didn't even hesitate.

"My dad left us for another woman." He said like it wasn't a big deal, but saying those words to another living creature who might actually understand relieved him.

"Awesome dad, huh." Mikan snorted. And Natsume felt his lips break into a smile.

"Yeah. He is, very." They both laughed at that. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Mikan. Nice to meet you Natsume." She greeted and held her hand out. He was surprised by this and decided to tease her.

"How do you know? Maybe this handsome face attracted you huh."

"With those puffy, redder than ever eyes of yours, I think only a fool will find you attractive." She replied and they again both laughed.

"Well, I don't really find those flatlands of yours attractive too." Natsume snorted.

"Hmph. I don't care. Let it be." She answered before she singing 'Let it be' to ease her irritation.

And oh did Natsume found it amusing.

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After 10 years…..

Mikan carefully made her way to her class as she walked down the corridor quietly. Her eyes were wary of any sudden movement. She hid behind walls, and checked if the coast was clear. Just then, a movement caught her eyes and she crouched down.

"Oi, Mikan. They're around the corner." Natsume whispered to her and she nodded.

"I saw Sumire and her minions around the opposite corner." Mikan said and they had a silent plan. They have nowhere to go but straight ahead, and they would see them.

"On the count of three." Natsume whispered again, his chest heaving up and down.

"One."

"Two."

"Wait, the bell's going to ring any moment now." Mikan said and Natsume groaned.

"Now's not the time. They'll catch us. Come on."

"One."

"Two."

"THREE!" they yelled and ran forward. The effect was almost immediate. Heads turned towards their direction and comprehension dawned upon their faces.

"NATSUUUMMMEEE-SAMAAA!" The Natsume4ever fan club roared forward. But they weren't alone.

"SAKURA-SAN!" The IamYours4ever fan club shouted, led by Tamaki and his minions. Natsume and Mikan ran for their life, turning left, another left, straight forward, heck they didn't even have a sense of direction anymore. They turned right and..

It was a dead end.

But a room was beside it and they quickly entered, footsteps of their fans closely behind them. Natsume tried locking it.

"Don't. They'll be more desperate. And it will really assure them we're here." She stopped him.

They both turned. A grin broke over Mikan's lips.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked. Natsume groaned in frustration.

They entered the costume room.

Hey, what do you think about it? If there are questions, just PM me. And Natsume and Mikan were 7 years old at the start of the story.

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