Now Reo has her under his spell. Mikan will constantly turn into a swan every full moon, sometimes even half moon, if he has his way. Can she overcome his evil power? Will Natsume ever find out and what if he accidentally... Shoots her?
Me: Disclaimed! (Oh, he doesn't shoot her in this chapter hehe!)
Mikan: I'm a BIRD! i could be roast turkey in seconds!
Me: Turkey and Swan aren't the same!
Mikan: They're BIRDS aren't they!?
Me: Yes, but Turkeys are FAT not elegant, graceful and fox's dinner...
Mikan: FOX!?
Me: ... They are fox's dinner, my sis just told me so...
Two
Happy
Birthday!
Months after the terrible incident with Reo, the evil Wizard, Mikan had soon discovered, she was turning 16 years old and then a month after her birthday Natsume Hyuuga would be living with her. Mikan had told no soul that she now had the ability to turn into a swan, she feared they would kill her.
Mikan sat in her room, she left for the lake when the sun was setting whenever it was a day she turned into a swan. Once the full moon wa sout, she turned into a swan. She didn't dare miss a day, she knew she would die if she did, and she wanted to have life on her side!
Mikan whimpered as she thought about dieing, then quickly put it out of her mind when her mother walked in, ready to tell her that the party and dance was tomorrow. Mikan was dreading her birthday, but she would live it. She would rather marry Natsume any day, not that pervert Reo. She was always panicking, thinking the weirdo was stalking her when he wasn't.
She became a little... Paranoid?
"Oh, Mikan, you're awake, good girl. Now, we need to get you downstairs so that you can have your dress fitting for tomorrow, seeing as you skipped the other two fittings last week." her mother explained, and Mikan rolled her eyes.
"Mother... Do I have to go?" she asked, and her mother sighed, and walked towards her only child, hugging her and smiling.
"Honey... Yes, you have to. It was like this for me for my 16th birthday party, and when I married your father it was fine. I hated him at first, but then we gradually... liked each other. Never fell in love, but, we did like each other in the end, and before he died, we had a pretty little girl named Mikan. I promise honey, the party and marriage will be fine. Natsume won't hurt you." her mother said, re-assuring her daughter as Mikan gave her a small smile, and gave a short nod.
"I guess I can give the creep a chance." she umbled, and her mother hugged her tightly, laughing as Mikan hugged her back.
"Good girl, now let's go, your dress needs to be done before tonight." her mother said, taking Mikan's hand and taking her to the dressing room where she had to try on different types of dresses...
"I look like a meriangue." Mikan complained, for the fifth time. She hated most of the dresses. They were too poofy, the skirt was like a balloon or a tent and the sleeves were stupid and frilly. One thing Mikan hated was frills, another thing she and Natsume had in common. He thought frills were stupid. Mikan like simple gowns with flat, long skirts that sweeped the floor.
"I look like a pumpkin!!!" Mikan stated loudly, in a shreik when her mothers dresser made Mikan out on a tent like dress that was sickly orange. Also, it made Mikan look fat. Mikan grimaced. Now she wished she hadn't agreed to go to the dress fitting, but, she did say she would give Natsume a chance.
She hoped she wouldn't be wearing these things for her wedding. Her dress maker had bad taste.
"Mom... Did you pick the right dress maker? I eman, I would never be seen dead in these stupid, poofy clothes, I hate frills and your french dress Maker won't listen to me!" Mikan snapped as Yuka sighed, her daughter was so difficult, then, their dress Maker, Jacque, took out another dress and Mikan put it on, this one, she liked.
Jacque, however, didn't, because Mikan was so persistant and difficult to work with. Mikan beamed. It needed to be long but she loved it, all the same. It was a long midnight blue dress that was simple yet elegant. It had long arm sleeves that hooked to a band that was put on her middle finger, and the skirt touched the floor and sweeped it with the hem. It had a white band around the waist, and there was no collar on the dress, but the neck went from one shoulder and sweeped off the other, showing her left shoulder. Mikan fell for the dress.
"Oh, Mikan... That dress compliments yoyu!" her mother cried as Mikan smiled, and Jacque huffed in outrage. Mikan smiled, and twirled in the dress. She had matching midnight pumps to go with it, she would pick her jewllery that night.
After twirling and admiring the pretty dress, Mikan took it off and smiled as Jacque took it and hung it on the door so that she would remember it was the dress she would wear, he also had to adjust some things like the hem. Mikan retreded from the room, beaming as her mother smiled. Her daughter was finally... Finally co-operating with the plans.
She just hoped Natsume did, too. And she hoped the Hyuuga Queen wouldn't dress him in frills, since she thought he looked great in them...
"M-Mom!!! No, I don't want to wear frills! MOM!" Natsume yelled, trying to run from his prying mother, who had a frilly outfit for Natsume to wear to Mikan's birthday. Natsume detested frills, whereas his mother simply adored them and thought he looked sweet in them.
"Oh, come on Natsume! Mikan will surely fall for you in these!" his mother seemed to coo, almost. Natsume looked at her with disgust, he had climbed up a tree.
"Yeah, she'll fall from a fatal heart attack due to those hideous clothes... No way am I wearing those sappy things! I would rather die!" he snapped, and his mothers eyes started to flame. Whoops, she was kind, but had a death side to her. He quivered. She scared him sometimes.
"You will wear this... And be happy!!! Mikan will think you're... DIVINE!" his mother hissed, and pulled at his leg as Natsume tumbled from the tree, leaves in his raven hair as he groaned outwardly, and his mother gave him a chipper smile that said: You're mine now, Mwahahahaha, and she dragged him towards the palace as he struggled to resist, but, she got him into the dressing room, and he was forced into the frills...
"You do know your clothes are simply hideous, Natsume?" Mikan asked. He had arrived that nigjht, and Natsume shot her a glare as he huffed and folded his arms. Yet again his bad tasted mother showed off the stupid clothes,. Mikan hated them as much as he did. Then, she gave him a simple smile.
"Well, think about it, once we're married, you can wear what you like. Your mother can't boss you about. That's a good point. I won't make you embarress yourself, you already embarress me enough, princey!" she teased, pinching his cheeks as he growled. Finally, she had found something to taunt with about him. He hated that, and knocked her hadn away as she stared at the grumpy prince.
"Gosh, what got you on the wrong side of the bed this day? Look, I'm only trying to be helpful, Natsume. I can show a nicer side sometimes, can't I?" she asked as he huffed again, and turned away from him, Mikan rolled her eyes and left him to be angry by himself, she had no time for him.
She sighed. She knew he hated the clothes his mother made him wear, she didn't blame him, so, she would help him, for once. She smiled to herself and went to the dressing room, hiding in there so no one knew where she was...
"Grrrr... Damn this! Why do I have to be the on emebarressed! Why not polka-dots!" Natsume snapped, pacing around his large room that he had when he came to visit. He wanted to punch something, but didn't, he refrained himself and sighed, falling flat on his bed and groaning, inwardly.
"I'm gonna be a laughing stock..." he mumbled, a pillow over his face as Mikan passed his bedroom, smirking. At least she had stolen his dressing size from Jacque and knew what he wore. She walked past, skipping pleasently. Natsume thought she was happy he would be embarressed.
He would trip her up, he promised himself, grumbling even more so...
"Natsume will look so handsome in the clothes I picked for him! They have wonderful frills, and it's purple and pink! He couldn't wait to try it on! He loves it!" Mrs. Hyuuga said as Yuka sipped her tea, almost choking on the liquid as she sipped it whilst Mrs. Hyuuga day dreamed about a frilled up Natsume and a frilled up Mikan. Yuka even had to admit her friends sense of fashion was very dim.
"W-What!? Now, Now... Nina, please... Are you sure Natsume wanted the frills? He's a growing boy, 16 years old, he can decide for himself, now." Yuka asked politely as Nina smiled, hearts in her eyes. She loved frills. Yuka frowned.
"I can decide for Natsume until he marries Mikan... But now, he will wear FRILLS!" the mother cried out shrilly, and Yuka rolled her eyes, hand in her head. She could never get through to the girly, hyper woman... She smirked, no wonder they were friends.
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It was the day of the party, and Mikan and Natsume both had 5 hours to get ready for the festivities, as Yuka and Nina shrilly put it. Mikan and Natsume had both grimaced at the same time, and stuck their tongues out. They disagreed to it all, but had no choice in the matter. They then went to their seperate rooms to change, but, Mikan had other ideas.
When Natsume was walking past the dressing room grumpily, his hands deep in his pockets, Mikan dragged him into the dressing room and covered her hand over his mouth, smirking. He stared at her, giving her death glares as she smiled sweetly, and let her hand fall from his mouth. He stared at her as she made sure no one was outside.
"What the hell are you doing, you weird girl?" he snapped as she put a finger to her lips, and covered his mouth again, then sighed as she stared at him.
"Shut up, stupid! I'm trying to help you! I got you another outfit for the dance tonight because then it would save me from embarressment! I mean, who would want to dance with a frill! You're lucky you have me here to save you, Natsume!" she hissed as he stared at her, sometimes, she amazed him.
"You really are annoying but sometimes you have good qualities." he hissed back, and she smiled.
"Thank you, princey." she cooed, pinching his cheeks as he batted her away, and rolled his eyes.
"It doesn't mean I like you, idiot!" he snapped at her and she giggled, shaking her head.
"Who said you did, princey? Now... Take your clothes off." she ordered, and he paled, what the hell was she asking him to do? Streip in front of her eyes?
"What the-" he said, and Mikan stared at him, then turned red, shaking her head.
"No, no no no no no no! I meant take them off in order to get changed! We have a small room here you change in, Natsume!" she said, pointing to the door as he stared at it, oh, he thought... Man, he was as embarressed as she was! He then headed to changing room and saw she had placed the clothes by the door.
She actually had okay taste, he thought.
Not many princes wore tuxes, they had special made clothes and a cape. Natsume liked black and crimson, his mother detested it. Mikan had chosen the right clothes. A crimson under shirt and black over shirt with long sleeves, black pants, a red-crimson belt, boots and a crimson cape. Not half bad, he thought.
Plus, it was a perfect fit. Maybe she would be an okay wife? He shook his head, and changed quickly, and walked out as Mikan turned around, she smiled when she saw him and giggled.
"I'm so glad they fit. You actually look okay in them! Handsome!" she complimented, which was weird to hear from her. Natsume stared at her, then walked off as she sighed. Now, she needed to get ready. She ran out, to her room...
Mikan was soon ready for the dance. She wore her gown with silver and sapphire jewellry. She had a silver necklace on, earings in the shapes of blue tear drops and a tiara that was silver with sapphires and she had a ring on her pinky finger.
She stared at her reflection as she applied make up, some clear gloss and eye liner. She sighed and put the things down as her mother knoecked on her door, and walked in, smiling as she stared at her beautiful daughter. Mikan looked up, giving her a tired, small smile.
"Oh, Mikan! You look so sweet and elegant! You have finally grown into a woman! My little baby..." her mother cooed as she struggled from a tight hug her mother was giving her. Mikan was almost strangled! She finally pulled her mother off, who was sniffing and trying to prevent herself from crying. She was so happy. Mikan was finally 16!
"Mom! Don't do that my breathing could have gone! Ow..." Mikan coughed as her mother apologized, and smiled.
"Srry, it's just... Today is your birthday, and in a moth Natsume will be living with us! It's just so much to take in... You aren't a little princess anymore, Mikan." Yuka explained as Mikan stared at her, smiling and shaking her head.
"I know that." she said, and turned to her reflection again, sighing as Yuka smiled and hugged her daughter, softly, this time.
"Honey... Don't act like this. It's your party, your chance to get to know Natsume. And I'm glad you decided to help him with his dilemma. He seems to help you." Yuka said, smiling as Mikan stood up, and sighed, walking to her balcony.
"Yeah, right. He just has no choice in the matter. If I died... He wouldn't get the throne. He just needs me for royalty. Nothing else." Mikan said, in disappointment, a little. Yuka noticed this, but she didn't say anything about it.
"You know, Natsume's a nice boy, he's too good to do that. He's respectful, and he would never do that, even to you, Mikan. However much you hate each other, you still respect one another. Just like me and your father." she said, smiling as Mikan sighed, nodding and walking towards the door.
"Okay... I know what you mean... Now, let's go. Even though I hate it, I will still do it, for you." Mikan said, and her mother smiled, taking her out of the bedroom...
Everyone clapped as Mikan and Natsume stood opposite each other on the dance floor, Mikan curtseyed as Natsume bowed. He noticed she looked beautiful in the gown she had chosen, and Mikan thought he looked even more handsome than normal. She smiled as he held out his hand, and they both walked into the middle of the ball room floor.
Nina was in floods of tears due to the fatc her son wore no frills. Yuka was happy her little scheme had worked, and most girls cried because Mikan and Natsume were betrothed.
Music played, and the two started to dance.
And surprisingly, Natsume thought, Mikan had perfected her dancing, she didn't step on his feet, once, well, not his, but, many other men she had danced with her limping, god must have answered his prayers the other night...
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Sorry for the late update. Please, hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for reading! LOVE YOU!
Lots of love, Kelly
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