Hey guys! I really, really missed updating here in FF...

I'm really sorry 'coz my brains is in a total block for the past few...months?
I was, like, come on, write, write, write goddamn it!

But I got some good news...

I might be able to update on a weekly basis this July since I'm on vacay! Yay for me! XD

So, I hope you guys like this chapter! [I swear, in a few more chapters, this story will on Rated M...teehee~]

Disclaimer [lol, first time doing a disclaimer since it's first it entered my head]: I don't own GA and never will. Because if I did, Hotaru won't be kissing Mikan like she did in the latest chapter. -_-

Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Bastards Who I Call Parents…

I can feel his lips crashing into mine with my eyes wide with shock. But somehow, it's…gentle. Its tender caress almost made me gave in. Almost.

Realizing what I'm about to surrender into, I pushed him back with all my might.

"What are you doing, jerk?" I asked him with fury thick in my voice. I put my things in my bag and hastily walked out of the classroom. Unfortunately, he easily kept his pace with me.

I was about to open the door and escape when he trapped me with his hands.

"What are you doing, you—" I was cut off by another torrid kiss. Unlike the first one though, this one is full of passion, want and lust. I was trying to push him away, in which I failed miserably.

And soon, I find myself giving in to his kiss. Somehow, his kiss ignites a fire in my body that makes me feel hot with our tongues fighting for dominance. His hands found its way into my thighs, wrapping it into his waist. I moaned at the contact. At that instant, I realized what I've been foolishly doing. I pushed him back with all that I have.

"What are you doing, bastard?" I asked him with rage.

"Admit it. You like it too, don't you?" He replied back with a smirk.

"Wha—" I'm blushing a hundred shades of red by now. Damn him.

"I told you, I want you. I'll make you mine, Mikan Sakura." He said confidently and left the room.

I sank down to my knees after he left. The kiss somehow still lingers in my lips. I unconsciously touched my lips, still not believing about my previous encounter…

"I'm home." I said with a dull tone as I entered the mansion. As usual, the maids lined up, nicely greeting me.

I came home just this weekend due to some crap my parents were putting on. It was more like I was dragged home. There seems to be a social gathering of some sort that needs the three of us to show "a-happy-family-with-rainbows-above-and-ponies-running-wild" shit. Seriously, I don't give a fuck.

"I'll be in my room and don't you dare disturb me or you're fired." I said, or more like glared, to them as I went upstairs and into my bedroom.

"Yes, Mikan-ojousama." They all replied monotonously. I caught a hint of fear in their tone though.

I went in my bedroom and plopped down in the bed, too tired to do anything else. I slept full of curses in my head.

About three things I was absolutely positive: First, my damn parents are putting on some kind of a suspicious show that makes me wanna run away from home more. Second, the jerk seriously wants to…possess me or something, and that's seriously freaky. And third…

Damn, he's a good kisser.

KRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG!

I woke up to the sound of my fucking alarm clock in fucking four o'clock in the fucking morning. Yes, I know it's damn too early to cuss but seriously, it's the fucking alarm clock's fault. Who set it up to four o'clock in such an ungodly hour? It must've been one of those damn maids. Argh! This is really so bothersome.

I did my morning routines since I was already wide awake by the time I finished cussing the maids in my mind. I went down to eat some decent breakfast. Luckily, the only maid present there is Misaki, my favorite maid in this goddamn house.

"Hey, Misaki-neechan! Long time no see!" I said to her as soon as I saw her in the kitchen. Even if she's my favorite doesn't mean that she knows what the real me really is.

"Ohayou gozaimasu, Mikan ojou-sama." Came the respectful reply. She made a bow to show courtesy. Seriously, this kind of uptight-ness ticks me off. I almost rolled my eyes at her.

"Please just call me Mikan, Misaki-neechan. You know that I hate it if people call me ojousama." I made a show of pouting my mouth. Yuck, even my actions make me puke.

"Feeling much better now? You seem to be in a bad mood when you came home yesterday, ojou-sama." She replied. Crap, I forgot to tone my attitude yesterday. They might've thought that I went totally mad.

"Yes. I was just in bad mood yesterday. But I'm fine now, really." I said it with such a cheerful tone that would make even ponies puke in disgust.

The morning went on with me eating my breakfast and just idling around the house with nothing to do.

I was peacefully reading my massive collection of books when I heard the door slam open. Sigh, they're fighting again, huh? I looked at the clock in my bedside table just to check the clock. It's fucking 10:00 p.m. and they're having a freaking fight. Fuck them.

Who's them, you ask? Well, who else other than my damn parents.

CRASH! BANG!

Sigh, now they're breaking things? I really wish they stop doing that. Some of the breakable things in the house are valuable, you know.

I opened the drawer in my bedside table to get my Ipod. I went to sleep with loud music banging in my ears and the sound of breaking of things in the background.

"Mikan, wake up. Mikan. MIKAN!"

I heard a voice waking me up in my deep slumber. Too bad for whoever it was though, it's for them to make me wake up. I thought smugly to myself.

Unfortunately though, that someone who woke me up drenched me with water. Not to mention, cold water.

Of course, my course of action is too open my eyes jerk up.

"WHAT THE HELL?" I shouted to the person who will be met with a string of my colorful vocabulary and be barbecued in the next 48 hours.

Much to my chagrin, it was my mom.

"Mikan! At last, you're awake! God, I was waking you and you're sleeping like a log! And watch your words, young lady. WTH is an unacceptable word to be spoken by a Sakura." I could almost feel my eyes rolling at her. Unacceptable? Tch, her vocab is even more colorful than that when she's fighting with the guy who's unfortunately my father.

"I'm sorry, mom. I was just taken aback since I rarely have to wake up early during weekends." I said with my 'sorry' face.

"Good, you should be sorry. Now, get ready. We're going shopping for the gathering we have tonight." My mom said as she turned to leave. She was almost at the door when I replied.

"Gathering? What for?" I asked her, curious since we rarely held gatherings unless it's such a grand event that, of course, concerns the company.

"It's something concerning the company. Now get dressed, I'll wait for you at the dining table." And with that she left.

Sigh, typical of my mom. She rarely says any specifics regarding the gatherings in our house.

I immediately did my morning routines and proceeded to dressing a semi-formal look. I went down to eat my breakfast and found my mom waiting for me there. After breakfast, we immediately headed out and went shopping.

I was dragged on mercilessly by my mom 'till she finally settled on a baby blue, spaghetti dress having flower patterns embroidered in it with flower sequins in the hem and a matching platform sandals to go with it.

At 7:00 sharp, the party commenced although I was still in my room that time with a professional make-up artist and hairstylist pampering me up. My family always has this 'thanksgiving' speech where they…convey their gratitude and such with an ending of "…it's all for our daughter Mikan Sakura." which is my cue to enter, showing me off in the process. Sigh.

At about 7:30 I entered the scene with a light make-up on my face and my hair in a messy bun. I went smiling like an idiot that made my cheeks hurt and went to my father's side. He continued on his speech, of which I have to listen to, unwillingly.

"Yes, it's because of our daughter that we have strived this hard and went this far. And now, although it brings tears in my eyes, I'm glad to announce to all of you that my daughter, Mikan Sakura, will be married to Tsubasa Hyuuga, my future son-in-law, and make the merging of Hyuuga and Sakura Corporations a big success."

My eyes went wide as I heard my father announce the shocking news.

I'll be married?

Fuck.

And wait, did he just say that I'll be married to…a Hyuuga?

Double fuck.

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-RyoChii17