Take Me To Neverland
DEDICATED TO thiviya123 & nightlover
Chapter 2
Natsume's POV
I glared at nothing in particular as the bodyguards ran up to me. "Young Master, did she just-..?" I scowled at them before they can even finish. "Yes. Now, I want to go home and get a nice, change of clothes."
They bowed in response as they opened the door of my car for me. The chaffeur ended-up driving since I wasn't in the mood to do it. My fist clenched and unclenched as Beethoven played on the CD Player. 'Who knew I would meet my future wife in jail?'
I asked my self with a smirk. "Hey, is she really Sakura Mikan? The one grandpa was talking about?" The chaffeur met my eyes by the mirror. "Yes, young master." I took a towel from one of the drawers as I tried my best to at least make myself look suitable at the eyes of other's.
"Interesting girl, I'd say."
*O*
As we arrived, the man standing in-front of the large doors of the house opened it. Likewise, he bowed too and said, "Welcome back, young master." I just nodded my head in response. "Where's grandpa?" I asked. He gestured towards inside; and I followed him as he lead me to grandpa's room.
It was the last room at the second floor. As he unlocked the door, I took note that the design changed a bit. The porcelain vase was now on the left side; rather than at the right. The flowers weren't roses anymore; they were narcissus.
"Helololo, Natsume!"
That, would be grandpa. He gave me a thumbs-up, and I just, gave him a thumbs-up too. "Well? How is the search for your future wife?" He asked as he did a piroutte. If I just met him today, then I'd probably be gaping at him. But he was like this since I was a kid, so I guess it was okay with me.
I shrugged my shoulders before saying, "I met her by bailing her out of jail." For a moment, he stop circling around like a ballerina and ice skater mix into one. But then, being him, he went back to circling again. "Ohohoho. She is just like her own grandpa."
You might be wondering on what's going on her, so let me be the one to tell you instead. My grandpa and my future wife's grandpa, namely Sakura Mikan, were best friends. And us grandchildren of them are mixed into their crazy ideas. And the outcome? They made an arranged marriage between the two of us.
And guess it? My wife has no idea.
Then, grandpa stopped spinning again. "How did you say you met her again?" I sighed. "I said I met her in jail."
"She was in jail?"
*O*
Mikan's POV
"YOU WERE AT JAIL!"
I scowled at my mother. "Geez, mom. It's not like it's my fault." I retorted back at her; rubbing my ears. When I entered the house, she dragged me by the ears and made me sit at the couch to start lecturing me about 'jail'.
"Whose car window did you broke!" She demanded. I made at her before replying. "Hyuuga Natsume's." She didn't even bother spanking me because of the expression that I made, but her eyes did widen.
"Hyuu-Hyuuga?" She asked weakly. I nodded as I took off my shoes with the help of my toes. I cracked it a bit before adding, "Yeah. And can you believe it? I pushed him at a mud puddle." Her eyes looked like it would burst forth away from it's sockets and spill blood on the floor.
She tackled me and by instinct, I screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU!" I screamed at her. She pulled my hair, and said, "YOU STUPID, IDIOTIC KID! WHY THE HELL DID I MARRY YOUR FATHER! I KNEW FROM THE START YOU WILL TURN LIKE HIM!"
As she stopped pulling my hair, I massaged my scalp and she put her tongue out at me. "Geez, are you really the mother or me? You are such a childish person." I grunted at her. She scowled at me and said, "Shut up, you stupid kid."
Mother, also known to others as Yuka, plopped down the sofa and I followed her example. "Mom, I took a lot from you, not from dad." I informed her. She rolled her eyes at me. "You have his annoying attitude," I shot her a grin, and she slapped my forehead and glared at me, "And that stupid grin".
I snickered at her as she got up of the sofa. "Mother, it's your fault you fell in-love with a man like him." Her eyes narrowed more as she turned to me while settling down on the kitchen chairs and began eating cookies. "It isn't my fault!" She snapped back.
I sighed sarcastically. "Oh, yes. Father was very handsome." A blush crept onto her cheeks, and all I could do was to laugh. Seriously, if I will ever marry a man, I want one like otou-san. He may be off there at heaven right now, but it was clear that okaa-san loves him so much.
Not like I will say that out loud.
*O*
So I notice people likes this story T_T Short, but I need to release the main material of the plot for this story. Take time to check my other stories :D Also, please review! P.S: You guys notice I like making Izumi dead? (lol) I dedicate this chapter to the two people I mention at the first page, because when I read their review and messages, I was like; you need to update you lazy piece of ass (lol)
