Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any character to any actual person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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At the Minister of Defense's study in the dead of the night, a masked man with multiple Alice limiters that adorned his fingers and ear lobes reported the unsuccessful search for Natsume Hyuuga.
Persona greeted the still-awake minister sitting at his desk and delivered his bad news, "Sir, we have yet to capture Hyuuga." Silence followed and Persona didn't like it. It had been two days since Natsume's escape and now that the trail had gone cold, searching for him would be like trying to find a flower in a desert.
The silence stretched for a minute or two, the air so thick with tension, it was as if one could slice it with a blade. Then, the minister spoke, his voice deep and scratchy (like how we'd sound when we just woke up from a long nap).
"Tomorrow will be your last chance. By nightfall, I will have Hyuuga back at the military camp. Do I make myself clear, Persona?"
"Crystal." Persona bowed, leapt out of the open window and was gone in a flash.
Why would Persona, a powerful Alice user himself be afraid of a Minister?
Just to refresh your memory,
A soft groan escaped Yahiko lips as his eyelids flickered. Natsume then noticed the sleeping boy beside him. Wait...a BOY?! What possessed him to sleep with a BOY? Natsume grimaced. It was utterly disgusting and Mikan Sakura was going to flip if she found out. Oh great, he's starting to wake up.
As soon as Yahiko opened his eyes, Natsume made his move. He didn't have a choice. An escape plan formulated itself in his head.
"Hey you!" was all Yahiko could manage before Natsume used his Human Pheromone Alice.
…
Summoning his remaining strength, Natsume masked his pained look and pulled Yahiko's face nearer to his, his fingers barely grazing Yahiko's chin. Natsume's stare was penetrating and mesmerizing at the same time.
Yahiko was stunned by his unexpected stunt and could barely utter a word.
Oblivious to the fact that he was already falling under Natsume's spell, the half asleep victim allowed the cold fingers at his chin to guide his face nearer and nearer to Natsume's.
He found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from his predator's piercing gaze although it sent shivers down his spine.
Natsume's eyes were the colour of rubies. Not brown like his. It wasn't a natural colour, somewhat like that of an albino person's but Natsume's pupils were black. (In short, Natsume had red irises)
Gradually, feelings of adoration and admiration came pouring into Yahiko.
Natsume suddenly looked so… attractive. Not that he was unattractive before.
Yahiko did not understand why he was feeling that way but it didn't matter, did it? He felt a longing for the young stranger, like he'd never be the same without this person.
…
Natsume watched the as Yahiko's eyes became dull and lifeless and knew that he had charmed him.
He didn't like doing this to others especially when they did nothing to provoke him.
He spoke to Yahiko, in a voice sleeked with honey "What is your name?"
To an ordinary person, his words carried no impact and sounded fairly normal but to Yahiko, those words echoed through his head, sounding like thunder.
His mind was void of any thoughts like a blank sheet of parchment with only Natsume's question written in bold across.
"Yahiko." He answered in a catatonic tone.
"Yahiko," Natsume began, "I need you to return to bed. Go back to sl—"
Natsume's command was interrupted by the sound of the wooden framed door crashing open. Yahiko snapped out of his reverie as confusion set in while Natsume looked towards the door
With his face inches away from Natsume's and Natsume's icy fingers on his chin, it was all too easy for one to misunderstand the situation.
Kenshin stared at the two ten year olds, his eyes as big as saucers.
Yahiko wore the same expression except for his gaping mouth.
Although slightly taken aback, Natsume kept his composure and wiped his face of all emotions. After all, he'd done this billions of times before though he'd never got caught in such an awkward situation.
Seconds ticked pass.
Kenshin blinked several times before he found his voice. "You're awake!" he exclaimed, his voice an octave higher than usual.
Natsume nodded.
Awkward silence threatened to befall them once more. Kenshin averted it.
"Um, I will leave you gays --"
coughs
"I mean you guys to yourselves then." Kenshin finished lamely then spun around to leave.
"Kenshin! Wait! Let me explain!" Yahiko called out when he'd gained control of his limbs.
He made a dash for the door but Kenshin did not want to turn around. Instead, he quickened his footsteps and yelled back
"It's alright, there's no need to explain! I'm very open minded you know?"
Yahiko shouted back in exasperation "It's not what it looks like!" But Kenshin was already gone.
"URGH!" was all Yahiko could manage after he had calculated the odds of Kenshin misunderstanding.
With his pride torn up to shreds in his face, it was utterly humiliating. He had half a mind to crash his head into the wall now.
Dragging his body back to his room, Yahiko gaze locked with Natsume emotionless stare.
Yahiko's gaze soon became a glare as he charged towards Natsume, ready to punch his face.
"YOU BAKA!" he screamed.
But wait.
What was that feeling he was overcome with just now?
That desire for the beautiful stranger now inches away from his fist and not even batting an eyelid or flinching for the matter.
Yahiko's fist hung in mid-air ready to deliver a well deserved punch. It was as if time stopped, waiting for Yahiko to decide whether to punch Natsume.
What did he want with me? I am going to punch this idiot—Yes, I will. I will. I will. Yahiko chanted to himself but his body would not cooperate with his thoughts.
The contemplative silence was broken when Natsume clutched his side and shut his eyes, his brows furrowed.
The wound still hurt and moving was not helping. Natsume waited for the pain to subside as he turned away from Yahiko murderous stare.
He could hear his heart pounding and listened to it, sounding up from its cavern into his ears. It somewhat had a calming effect.
"Hey, are you...alright?" Yahiko asked, his expression softening into a worried look. The fist no longer hung in mid-air, poised for attack but floated down on Natsume's shoulder in a form of comfort.
No one knew (except me) that at this point in time 30th September 1904, 06:34, a friendship was formed.
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