Character Information
Name: Piggy Mikan
Age: 10
Family: Brother (Tsubasa)
Best Friend: Hotaru
Crush: Usagi Ruka
Nemesis: Baka Natsume
Nikky: Hey! It's me! I'm back! :DDDDD
Mikan: Hey, what's that! What's with Piggy Mikan?
Nikky: Oh, at the mention of that, I'll be putting up character information on every chapter. Take note, it's based on my fanfic, not the manga.
Mikan: Wait, clarify about the piggy!
-Nikky slaps Mikan-
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Going Once, Going Twice, Sold! / Chapter 2: I'm so angry that I fought the urge to rip out his nose hairs.
"WHAT. IN THE F*UCKING HELL WERE YOU THINKING, Tsubasa!" I charged out to the stage and shrieked right in front of my brother's face.
He, the very person who lived with me under the same frigging roof, surprisingly beamed in glee. "Pack your bag, sis! You're going to live with Natsume and the gang for three months!"
He made it sound as if he was issuing a congratulatory speech.
"I HATE NATSUME!" I screamed in complete and utter fury, releasing about a mouthful of spit right at his face. "HAVEN'T YOU SEEN THE RIPPED POSTERS WHEN YOU TRIED TO BUNGEE JUMP OFF MY ROOM WINDOW?"
"NO, WHY SHOULD YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE, AUCTION ME OFF?" I continued my onslaught, as Tsubasa took a frightened step back. "Me, the only person who's willing to live under the same roof as you! Me, who agreed to do your laundry because you have to fake your own f*ucking asthma attack! ME, YOU'RE ONLY SISTER! ARE YOU CRAZY?"
He was doing some kind of attempt to calm me down, which I thought was the most pathetic thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
I could have pulled his nose hairs out in that very second.
How could he auction off his sister, who was the sweetest, more hardworking, and much much more intelligent than he will ever be?
.. Okay. So maybe he had some reasons to auction me off.
"Hey, do you think I'm horrible?" Tsubasa demanded, quite offended by my words.
"Hell yeah." I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest defensively.
"Hey, look! I was going to split the money between us!" he explained, giving the big wad of cash a quick shake, "And you said it yourself, you wanted to have a part time job to pay for your school expenses. And Natsume would also give you a weekly salary based on your working hours. I just helped you get the best job in the whole country! You should thank me!"
"Thank you for ruining my life?" I asked, narrowing my eyes towards his direction, "No thank you, you kiss-ass-gay-pinkberry-d*ick-head-armpit-sniffing-sh*it-bowel-movement!"
"Would it change your mind if I said I'll never touch your room again?" Tsubasa suggested, wiggling the perfectly arched brows of his. "And that I'll stop hacking your Facebook account and posting your baby pictures."
"NO." I said with a tone of finality.
And that was when I heard a chuckle.
"Hmm, are you so eager to come into my house?" Natsume, the biggest retard said, "No, I mean into my arms." He then did a really disgusting gesture.
Oh my gosh, when did Natsume become so irritating?
"Hey," Tsubasa waved, "Don't be such a meanie, I'll promise you another thing."
Tsubasa, are you stupid! Nothing can change my mind, nothing!
"I'll not tell other people that you are my sister. EVER."
Seriously?
I snapped my head towards his direction so fast I swore I heard something crack. It might have been my vertebrae, but who the hell cares? He just said we're not going to cross paths. EVER.
"You'd really do that?" I verified, casting him a dubious glare.
Tsubasa snorted in response. "Chyeah, I'll be glad to tell everybody that you're not a cell related to me." He waved around his cash across his face, chuckling in satisfaction with the light breeze it created.
Money-hungry ass.
Without releasing my signature blood-curdling glare from his filled-with-boredom eyes, I stretched my hand forward, clearing my throat a little.
"Gimme my share."
.. Okay. So I'm a money-hungry ass, too. But what do you expected? We're brother and sister. It kind of ran in our blood. I guess the money-grubbing gene went crazy on both of us when we were still in mama's belly.
Tsubasa screwed his face in concentration, as he counted the bills he was to pass over to me. I was pretty sure his remaining brain cells were drying up because it had been a long time since he used that nut of his. If Tsubasa wasn't a pretty boy, he would have to live as a hobo or something, since he was such a noob.
I sat down the wooden bench just behind me, circling my fingers around each of my temples. If I was lucky, I'd find a way to creep into some hellhole and disappear; which I preferred more than seeing Natsume's effing face every day of my precious three months.
"HEY! ARE YOU A MIDDLE SCHOOL STUDENT OR A HOBO? CAN'T YOU COUNT ANY FASTER?" I shouted in pure irritation over at Tsubasa, who was still fumbling over the money in his hands.
"You okay?" I heard Hotaru's voice.
Oh god, I totally forget about Hotaru's existence.
"Nope, I wanna die. And I'm really sorry, I never knew that hobo was stupid enough to auction me off.-"
Hotaru surprisingly grinned, "What do you mean? I got what I came here for all thanks to you."
She took out a tape recorder from her designer bag and promptly hit play.
Her grin grew even wider as she saw the horrified expression plastered on my face.
"Natsume's voice," she beamed.
I'll triple the price.
I'll triple the price.
I'll triple the price.
I was sure even the thickest earmuffs wouldn't have enough cotton power to blot out that kind of sound.
Tonouchi, who came with Natsume, continued to stare at the photo he handed him. "I thought we went to the auction to buy a toaster."
"Yeah." Natsume replied, stretching his arms upwards.
Tonouchi rolled his eyes, lifting his butt off the seat and flicked the photograph right in front of Natsume's face. "This is not a toaster." he stated, emphasizing his words clearly. "This is a GIRL."
Kokoro excitedly reached out and plucked the picture from Tonouchi's hand. "Oh wow, she's really pretty!" he exclaimed, as he noticed the girl's expressive eyes and playful smile, "Natsume is the best in the world!"
"Hey, do you really think she's for you?" Natsume scoffed, turning fully to where Ruka was giggling to himself, "She's going to replace Sumire who just took a three-month break, idiot."
Kitsuneme gingerly pried off the picture from the dismayed Kokoro, who looked as he was near bawling his eyes out. "Ten years old? She looks like she could be my aunt!"
Mama used to say that if you fell in a pothole, don't just stand there like an idiot and pull yourself up. Because if you didn't had the guts to rise up, you'd just let yourself lay there and be trampled by people with really pointy shoes.
Along with her "Hey, get yourself a man that can actually cook, or don't marry at all!" advice, the pothole saying were the two pieces of advice I really did follow.
But I don't know if I should follow her advice now or not, because it was not a pothole I managed to stumble into.
It was a frigging well.
And the frigging well had materialized in front of my eyes as a male being seated at a comfy chair, his hair all sticky-outy since he has just stepped out of the shower. He looked extremely pissed.
I can't blame them, like I instinctively did before when I trip down the stairs or break my mama's china ware.
I mean, if you stepped out of a perfectly relaxing bath and saw a girl the moment you open your closet to get some clothes, won't you be angry?
For you to understand what really happened, let's rewind everything back to when I first stepped into Natsume's house.
The minute I stepped on the house's gigantic front porch, a random butler guy had grabbed me by the arm, didn't even offer to help me with my baggage and stuffed me into this large living room where I was supposed to wait for them.
I was a tad bit late.
I was purposely taking my time in the shower, pigging out extra longer during breakfast, and stopped by the pet shop to greet my cute animal friends. After that I paid Hotaru a visit to return her the torture devices she had squeezed me into during the Auction night. I could at least make myself happier before I totally immerse myself to the stress of being Natsume's maid.
So when I sat my butt down on a big comfy chair, I expected to see Natsume waiting impatiently and tapping his heels on the floor. But instead of seeing that, I faced two people inside a room that was twice the size of our apartment.
Oh holy hell.
Am I supposed to clean this enormous place up?
I only have two hands, for god's sake!
I was tempted to wallow more in my own self pity, but I decided to snap out of it.
"What?" I yelled at the only guy I see – Natsume.
"Do you even have the right to yell at us when you are blocking our television screen?" Youichi said.
I was shocked. That baby guy actually shouted at me? Does he know who I am?
"Go away, idiot. If you want to ask where your room is, go to the second floor, the third room from the right, then take the elevator in there and go to two rooms from your left, and take the stairs." Natsume spoke in one breath.
I stared at him. I took in a deep breath to calm myself down otherwise I'll probably beat the crap out of him. His face is totally the garbage our house dog always goes finding.
I walked away and circled the gigantic second floor, banging my knuckles in boredom against every part of the wall I passed through.
Knock.
Knock.
Plok.
I stopped, as the hollowed sound passed through my ears.
Filled with careful curiosity, I knocked on the wall again, making sure my ears were functioning fine. There went the plok sound again.
Stooping onto my knees, I closely examined the certain part of the wall, peeking at its edges for any signs of openings. I didn't exactly know what I did, but in one sudden movement a fairly big patch of wood popped out, revealing a doorway big enough for a girl to slip into.
And I, having a troublesome, curious mind, didn't think twice and simply pushed myself into the secret passage.
Crawl, crawl, crawl.
That was what I did for about ten minutes. Crawling in the dark, with no idea where I was. But I did notice the walls around me was slowly opening up into wider spaces, which made the crawling a bit more bearable.
I didn't exactly know the reason why I got myself into the passage the first place. So I thought of the brighter side-maybe I'd end up to the outside of the mansion, where I could take off and scram from my responsibilities.
It was then I felt something cloth-like touch my palm.
I picked it up, felt it against my fingers.
It was a shirt? I was sure it was, so instead of leaving it lying around there, I dragged it along with my hand.
I also felt that the walls around me had opened up really largely, and the ceiling was high enough for me to stand. But nonetheless, there was no light for me to actually see where I was.
Though my eyesight was temporarily impaired because of the darkness, I was still able to pick up the sounds that reverberated from outside. It seemed like the sound of slippers slapping against marbled flooring, since that was the noise my bunny slippers created when I walk across my bedroom floor.
I also heard vague sounds of talking, but since I was trapped inside an unknown ventilation vent of some sort, I had some hard time figuring out to whom it belonged.
So I pressed my ear against the wooden wall, ignoring the sudden chill that ran through the back of my neck.
But then suddenly, I felt the wall I was leaning to falling forward. I wasn't much of a sportswoman to shift my weight fast enough, so there I came, stumbling out into the open, slightly relieved to see so much light.
It blinded me at first, since I spent so long with not much to see.
Slowly, the brightness receded, and I was able to open my eyes fully.
I blinked.
Blink, blink, blink.
Then I paled, the color in my face draining completely like a flushed toilet.
Because there are four guys, standing around me with shocked expressions painted across their faces.
Oh no, that was not the worst part, my dear friends.
With all the bad luck I'm getting, you may think that it would get any worse than this.
But guess what?
God was lucky enough to have transformed my life into his personal anything-bad-luck trash bin, and I'm pitiful enough to catch them all in my hands.
Because not only where they there, standing around me like surprised vultures, but..
They were also half-naked and swaddled with white towels.
God knows if I was a normal girl I'd bleed to death through my nose right then and there.
It was then that Tonouchi spoke, "Hey, that's my boxers!"
I stared at the cloth I picked up back in the 'secret passage way'.
There was only one word to describe Tonouchi's choice of underwear.
Power Rangers.
Now I face them both fully clothed and extremely pissed.
"Hey, what were you doing in our closets?" Kokoro asked, leaning forward with his hands entwined together, "Are you a stalker?"
The moment I heard this, I had forgotten about my embarrassment and attempt for humility. I scoffed, unbelieving to what the guy had assumed.
"Me? A stalker? For you guys?" I said, thoroughly out of the be-humble-and-just-say-sorry zone, "What kind of bull crap are you guys feeding on?"
I bit my lip, and grabbed my bag in an instant.
"Look, my brother's a retard." I explained, as I stood up to leave, "He's supposed to be in a nutcase house. He really wasn't thinking straight when he auctioned me off. So could you just disregard everything? I'll give you your money back."
I turned and headed for the door in hope I'm about to be let off the hook.
"Where the hell are you going?" Tonouchi had called from his seat, "We didn't tell you you're fired."
"Your room is by the east hall, last door to your right." Ruka told me, as he himself disappeared through the door, "Our rooms is just across yours."
Ruka, my savior, so you're actually here!
"You're scary, but I guess you'll do." Kitsuneme sighed, planting his hands into his pockets, "Remember not to enter secret passages, by the way. You could get stuck there and die a cold, harsh death."
"Yah," Tonouchi had caught my attention, "Never touch my Power Rangers underwear again, got it? They're limited edition." he added.
"Don't screw things up." those were the only words I heard from Kitsuneme.
I sighed.
I have the feeling I'll be hating all six of them except for my dear Ruka for my whole life.
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