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It was said that twins are reincarnations of forbidden lovers. But, was it really that way? After all, it didn't happen between them. It happened between she and that samurai. And so he wondered,why was he born as her twin?

Could it be…?

If there was something that Natsume no Honoou, the future leader of a parade of a hundred demons, that made him look ordinary and yet extraordinary, it was his fickle obsession towards a single human.

No, fickle will never be the right word. It wasn't fickle. It was excruciating for everyone, and even more so to himself. To fall in love with a human miko of all types of people was a bad luck. That was what everyone thought. In reality, Natsume didn't love her. Natsume only wanted her godly flesh against his flaming tongue. His tongue burned intensely whenever someone mentioned her. He was obsessed. He wanted that skin, that liver, that skull, that blood and that heart in a literal sense.

After all, humans with shamanic powers weren't that hard to find in this era, but no one had the full package like her. Both pretty face and well-rounded power. For demons all around Japan, Natsushi Sawada-hime was the perfect prey.

But for Natsume no Honoou, she was a great hindrance. And yet a perfect obsession.

That was why he set out that night. He set out to end it all. He will kill Natsushi-hime, he will sink his teeth into her fair neck. He will taste that blood, and then he will rip out her heart. He will squeeze her organs in his hands and his flaming tongue would burn even more than before. Hearts of those with power have different taste and properties than those of normal human's.

He took no one of his parade. Only his father, Ietsuna no Honoou, noticed his disappearance and said nothing.

Natsume disappeared and only appeared in his human form when he was in front of the princess' chamber.

He remembered clearly about that night. The sky was cloudy and a light downpour was falling. He stepped within the premises without any doubt, but when he opened the door, the princess wasn't inside her chamber.

He saw a beautiful orange-colored kimono lying on the floor, forgotten. Various hair adornments were tossed around carelessly, and the futon was messy. He looked around the darkened room, and even he knew that this place supposedly had barriers, but he didn't feel them.

Natsume no Honoou looked towards the mirror inside the room. His hair was unruly and spiky, brown-colored like his mother. His eyes were red and his lips were pure black. He stretched out his tongue and found it flaming with eternal black flames. He was a demon alright. Natsume no Honoou - Natsume of the Flame. He tore his gaze away from his own figure and looked around some more. Could it be that the princess knew already about this? She was a dreamseer, it wouldn't be odd if she knew the future, about this.

When Natsume found no one, he was about to leave this place and come back another day, but he heard a voice that sounded like bells tolling across the hills.

He knew that song. His father often hummed it. It was a song about rain, and he said that it was a romantic song.

Natsume opened the back door, and he saw an angel.

The angel kept on singing as she looked towards the cloudy sky. She was showered by the rain and she looked perfectly beautiful. Even when she was soaked, she didn't look like she was shivering, she looked calm and peaceful.

The angel had a long brown hair, and it was in the exact same shade as his own. She was wearing a white inner-kimono once usually use to sleep. It was wet and it framed her body perfectly. Fair skin was visible through the transparent-wet inner-kimono. Natsume couldn't take his eyes away from her unmoving figure.

She continued to sing the song until the end, and by the time the song finished, she turned around.

When clear, chocolate brown eyes met his own red ones, Natsume lost control. He ran towards her and grabbed her waist, pulling it closer to his own. The princess gasped, but Natsume shut her up with his palm. He ran his flaming tongue along her neck, turning it slightly blue on the process. "U-uh," She panted, probably from the burn she suffered. But Natsume didn't care anymore. He lost himself in the smell of fresh blood of a miko. "N-no," She stammered softly.

"Natsushi-hime… I want you. I want all of you." He said as he nibbled on her neck. This wasn't him. This wasn't supposed to be him, but her smell was so overwhelming that Natsume released all of his restraint. The princess whimpered. "S-stop it! P-please!" She closed her eyes, and an unfamiliar orange flames emerged from her sleeves, burning Natsume's tongue.

The demon stopped licking her, but he wailed in pain. That was the first time his tongue couldn't stand a flame. "Dammit, is this a holy flame?" He bellowed.

When the princess saw that he was in pain, she gasped and immediately hugged his neck and ran her own short tongue on his long ones. It was tickling, but his pain receded almost immediately. "I-I can heal with my tongue…" She said with a blush across her face.

Natsume no Honoou widened his red eyes. Why would she save him? She could just let the strange flames engulfed his tongue, leaving him vulnerable. But no, she didn't. "Why?" He asked as he kept the princess' waist in its place by his hands. He stared down to her brown eyes, which looked at him with sheer determination and not fear."Because you are in pain…" She replied calmly.

Natsume no Honoou laughed. "You really are weird, Natsushi-hime. Do you know why I'm here?" He said as he ran down his pale hands on top of her beautiful face. "I know. You came here to kill me." She said, still without any ounce of fear in her eyes. "But... here you are, and I am still alive." She smiled, and then it turned into a huge grin.

"Strange girl," Natsume smirked. And Natsushi-grinned back. "Thank you. I apologize if I am not the Natsushi-hime you know of. I am not graceful, nor am I a beauty. I am just a mere girl with shamanic powers." Natsume scoffed. "Not pretty? You're dead wrong, Hime-gimi…" She flinched when he said Hime-gimi. "You have just captured the heart of the flame demon, of course you are a beauty. As for the gracefulness…"

Natsume no Honoou kissed her lips. She gasped and resisted, but she was nothing under his power. He inserted his flaming tongue to her mouth and was met by a healing saliva. His flame burned brighter than ever as the girl thrashed around his hold. Natsume's red eyes glinted with victory as the girl turned blue and fainted.

"I think you're more graceful than anyone, Hime-gimi. And that 'gracefulness' of yours would be so useful for you when you become the queen of a hundred demon parade."

Natsume no Honoou carried her wet figure inside. He was still dry because of his flame property, as a flame demon, rain didn't affect him. But, rain will affect his future queen, so he undressed her and dry her with his flames. It crossed his mind to violate her, but he convinced himself that even when he was a demon, he was a gentleman. Natsume tossed away her white inner-kimono and hugged her, warming her body in an instant. He then wrapped his black coat on her bare body and then covered her with a blanket.

When he was assured that she was already asleep, he smirked and used his tongue to carve a mark on her collarbone. It was a burn mark in a shape of black-colored phoenix, his true demon form.

"I'll see you again, my future queen." Natsume took one long gaze at Natsushi-hime before soaring at the night sky as the black-phoenix.

Tsunayoshi opened his eyes and shot straight up. That was one hell of a realistic and weird dream. He immediately noticed that he wasn't on his bed. Where was he? Did he fall asleep somewhere besides his own room?

The brunet looked around, and found his younger twin sitting quietly on the corner of the room, watching him with a hawk-like brown eyes. A shudder ran through his spine as he stood up and glared back at his brother, who remained silent. "What?" He taunted first. His younger twin- Tsuna responded with a faint resounding of 'Lu li la'.

It set him off the edge, but not because of something he'd imagine before. It sent a nostalgic feeling down to his heart. A song about rain. Tsuna was singing a song about rain, and not the usual creepy song. How did he knew regardless of the lyric-less song? He had no idea.

"Why did you return?" Tsunayoshi seethed, he was shivering in both fear and anger. He will never forget the reason why Tsuna got sent into the asylum, never. "Why?" He demanded. Tsuna kept on looking straight at his own orange eyes with his clear chocolate brown ones even as he sang. The song rang in Tsunayoshi's ears. "STOP SINGING!" He raised his voice, but his brother didn't stop.

When he was about to slap him, someone stopped him. "What do you think you're doing, Natsu? !" Giotto… snarled at him. That was unexpected. Giotto was a kind, loving, and understanding older brother. Tsunayoshi liked him regardless of the fact that he liked the freak more than he liked him. "Giotto…?" The older brunet said in a puzzled tone.

"We don't slap our brother!" The blond said in a reprimanding way that Tsunayoshi remembered. But the weird thing was Giotto actually slapped him across his face. "Don't ever do that again!" The blond seethed.

Seethed? How could Giotto, saint Giotto, of all people, seethes at anyone? Especially at him?

Tsunayoshi was about to lash out before an unexpected voice joined their conversation. "I d-don't mind…" His young- Tsuna stammered quietly. "I-It was rude of me… I am sorry…" He actually looked apologetic, and both brothers reacted differently.

Giotto looked ecstatic. Tsunayoshi knew that he probably expected the fact that Tsuna might not be able to ever say coherent words anymore. He knew that Giotto expected their youngest brother to be always wrapped with that straitjacket of his and spoke of nothing but 'Lu li la', and he was happy that he was wrong.

However, horror and nostalgia both struck Tsunayoshi at the same time. Horror because what happened ten years ago could happen again if his brother was coherent, and nostalgia because he felt really really familiar with that bell-like tingling voice.

"It's okay, Tsuna!" Giotto chirped immediately. "I like your singing voice." He added pleasantly, Tsunayoshi wanted to puke. But, Tsuna didn't react to Giotto's praise, he only gazed at Tsunayoshi with his wide and unblinking brown eyes. "What?" Tsunayoshi taunted once more, ignoring the piercing glare Giotto gave him.

And Tsuna, being the unexpected loony freak he was, said something none of them expected.

"Natsume…-sama…?"

His girly voice went on his nerve. Giotto looked at Tsuna with surprise written all over his face, and Tsuna looked at Tsunayoshi with some sort of a confused look on his face…

As for Tsunayoshi himself, he can feel a part of his soul burned. He couldn't do anything but stare back at his brother, confused.

But, what confused him even more was his own voice, his own mouth running for him.

"Yo, Natsushi-hime."

Natsushi-hime? Who the hell is Natsushi-hime?

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