Ruka and Mikan cringed, yet they still had their embrace as they stared up at the snooper amidst them. They never thought they were being watched by an eavesdropper the whole instance ever since their aged sensei left the place, and Ruka felt every inch nervous as he stared up at the prier, who happened to be Natsume himself.
The fire wielder stared at the two of them, panting as his eyes looked shady. Dressed in his party clothes already, his left knee was resting on the ground and his face was hidden beneath his groomed hair.
"Natsume?" Ruka stammered, tightening his grip on Mikan's shoulders.
He panted as he continued to glare at his blonde friend, as Mikan remained silent.
Her petite figure seemed to appear huge with the long wings that stretched at a snail's pace, behind her back, and in seconds, it dissolved away.
"May I ask what's going on?" she gently whispered near Ruka's ear, which made Natsume burn even more.
"What part of she's mine, didn't you understand? Dear brother?" he uttered huskily, avoiding Mikan's words.
"Natsume, let me explain…" Ruka faltered, his lips turning dry. He had a worried expression on his face and his legs shook a little, remembering his words.
Natsume stood up and approached the two, who in turn stood up. With every pace, the room slowly steamed as Ruka kept a firm hold on Mikan's shoulders.
"Don't be silly," Natsume grumbled and he stopped from his tracks and leaned on the nearest wall.
He kept a steady flame on his left arm. "You just met her a few minutes ago, and here you are, hugging her like an idiot. Aren't you going too fast? And I doubt, if hadn't been here you could've done something worst… Am I right?""
"There wasn't any wrong with the hug, Natsume… And I wasn't planning to do more than that…" he answered, releasing Mikan's shoulders and facing him. "If that's what's steaming you up then forget about it. She's all yours!" If I was right I swear he looked grim for the moment and I doubt if he even knew what he was talking about, "And if ever you were listening, maybe you'd understand why I did it." At this moment, he held Mikan's hand, which made her flinch.
Natsume saw this and flipped his hair up shooting him a tearing look…
"So you knew it all along, so stop touching her!"
"I take back what I said. Why? Is your name on her?!"
"Shut the hell up!" He stormed towards them and snatched Mikan's left wrist. "She's my partner and so she's my property and responsibility! And now I'm taking back what's MINE!" he nailed the last word as his eyes widened.
Ruka's hand grabbed her other arm and pulled her back.
"You aren't taking her anywhere!" Ruka shot back, his face as serious as ever.
The atmosphere grew even hotter as the two went silent. They kept their eyes on each other, throwing conversational looks and they seemed to be talking telepathically and of course, don't forget the lightning bolts that zapped in between their foreheads, as poor Mikan's wrists swell with their firm grips.
"Ruka… Natsume… What's happening with you two?!" she asked innocently.
Mikan just stood there; looking like a fool for no one seemed to respond to any of her questions as she clenched her fists. God, not to mention Natsume's palms were a hundred degrees steaming hot and the heat conductor circling her wrist tripled the heat.
"Aren't you going to tell me what's going on with you two?!"
"Shut up!" the two yelled at her and continued sending telepathic curses with the complexity of their stares and continued to fight over her, pissing her off.
"Let her go!"
"No, YOU let go of her hand!!!" Natsume hollered as his hand melted away the bracelet that draped Mikan's wrist.
They scowled at each other failing to notice the racing winds coming inside the bright lit room as the lights of the candles went on and off.
"Ruka!"
"Natsume!!"
"Why don't you…" Natsume's voice trailed off as he maneuvered from flying piano that almost hit his head.
"That's it! Everybody, let go!!!!!!!!!" She cried at the top of her lungs, catching Ruka's attention, too… bringing them both back to their senses.
The beast summoner stared up at her, noticing the black fabric flying in the air and when he turned at her face… he saw her eyes glowing like the red flames of hell. He felt his heart beat faster, racing with the sweat that flooded his face.
"Mikan…"
Mikan, whose brunette hair was now furiously racing against the typhoon that roared inside the now messy room, was slowly ascending as her wings appeared once again but this time, were black and creepy. They flapped wildly, whipping the two guys badly and sending them pinned to the stone wall that lied beside the fireplace.
Anyone could tell that Mikan wasn't in her regular senses for black scratch marks appeared along her face and her lips turned pale. She looked much like taken by an evil spirit or something.
At the thought of evil spirits, Ruka fainted and he fell back on his squished bunny, while Natsume was still unconsciously lying along the crack on the floor.
Black fumes kept going out her left hand sucking every furniture inside the room. And she laughed sarcastically, appearing like a demon to anyone's eyes.
Natsume regained his consciousness though he was weak and he ran his fingers along his aching head.
"M-mika….n?" he groaned as blood slowly dripped down his temples to his jaws, yet ignored the sting. What caught his concern were Mikan's exposed eyes, those eyes that had the glow of evil and her bleeding left hand that had the hole of darkness…
Her eyes… filled with anger… lust for revenge… hatred… tore his soul as he fought for his wake, yet… his own body failed him. He wanted much to catch her, tie back the cloth and clasp the bracelet back to her left wrist… yet…
"The black… cloth… The gemmed bangle…" his voice, gone… and he fell flat on the ground…
The last thing in his eyes was that bright light that came from nowhere and the loud voice that thundered a counter spell that echoed his ears…
"Daefestus drateol!!!!"
The whole place was consumed by the brightest light ever to hurt Natsume's eyes, and the next thing he knew… he fainted and everything was swallowed by the dark abyss, his eyes, covered with his weak lids.
