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Chapter eight

It was rather silent and the only sounds he could hear were the car engine and the pretty little brunette's even breaths. She was cuddled like a ball, asleep in the passenger seat and he just couldn't help, but glance her way. He was driving at a steady pace, making sure to be careful not to wake her up. She looked so peaceful and innocent. Her hair swayed in the wind freely and he just found it hard to take his eyes off her.

She stirred a little. Of course it was chilling outside. He adjusted his leather jacket so it would cover her as a whole, with one hand as he firmly held on to the steering wheel with the other. He ran his hand through her soft auburn locks that had grown longer now. Its tips were curled making them look more attractive; he thought.

He stopped the car for a while just to stare at her more. The moon light shone brightly on her face. He just couldn't help, but think that she looked like an angel from heaven. If only she remembered; he thought, but he knew that it was too much to ask for. If time froze now, he wouldn't have to wake her up and he could just stare at her like this for an eternity. Of course it was an impossible thing.

He leaned a little towards her as he fixed the hair strands that had fallen on to her face. He caressed her soft cheeks that felt warm against his palms. And of course, he tried not to look at her tempting lips, which were parted a little, challenging him and daring him. He gulped. "Control yourself" he said out loud to no one in particular, but more to himself. He slowly leaned down and kissed her forehead. He felt his insides churn. He felt like outside had gotten colder after he leaned away from her warmth, back to his cold seat.

As much as he'd like to stay here forever, he knew that the longer it took to reach her house, the more possibility for her to catch a cold. Her health was more important than any of his desires, so he immediately started the car again.

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In front of him was the Yukihara mansion's iron gate. He saw the security guard walk towards his car with a lit torch. He covered the sleeping girls face with his leather jacket, to avoid any ruckus.

"How may I help you sir?"

"I'm here to meet Miss Imai. Open the gates." he replied.

"Yes sir, right away." He smirked as the guard hurried away to open them. The benefit of asking help from his cousin was; thanks to her everything fell right into place.

He saw the fairy huge gates open wide in front of him. A short drive way was there in front the huge white modern looking house. Thanks to a certain someone, he knew that the Yukihara couple was out for a dinner party. So he knew that he could freely drop the brunette home without getting his secret ruined. And of course his expensive helper – Imai, was told to come over by Mrs. Yukihara, to keep an eye on the youngest Yukihara child till his sister arrived after her detention ended. So all he had to do was give Imai a little bribe to help him enter the house to drop off the brunette. It was simple and convenient, except for the part where he had to convince Imai that he'd take care of her friend properly.

He was sure that Hotaru Imai was waiting somewhere near the door impatiently till he arrived with Mikan. Tch…..his cousin was an over protective best friend.

Just as he parked the car, the main door opened. He wasn't at all surprised to see the figure standing there with both of her arms crossed in front of her.

"It took you long enough, Hyuuga" he heard her say stoically.

"Good to see you too Imai" he said with sarcasm as he slowly picked up the sleeping brunette bridal style, making sure not to wake her up.

His whole body felt electrified as he held her closer to him, just like the previous day behind the door. He knew that his face was heating up- mind you, he wasn't blushing. Natsume Hyuuga never blushes. Yet he was relieved that his bangs were covering his face from Imai's view.

"Don't drop her" he heard her say as she opened the door wider, enough for them to enter.

He rolled his eyes before saying; "I won't"

He looked around the house. He knew that it has been a couple of years since the Yukiharas' had bought this house. It was however the first time he entered this place.

"Her room's upstairs. First door to the right" Imai's voice sounded impatient.

He walked towards the stairs, holding her firmly and carefully like she'd brake in to two pieces if he added more pressure.

"I'll give you ten minutes. If you're late I'm coming up and you're as good as dead." He heard her voice from behind.

"Tch…whatever"

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He saw her stir again after she was placed on her bed. She was squeezing the red ribbons he had given her at the restaurant. He took them from her hands slowly and kept it on her bedside table. He then covered her with the quilt and just as he was going to move away, he felt a grip on his wrist. His eyes widened.

"…don't let go….." she was talking in her sleep. Guess it was okay to stay for a while. He sat beside her on the bed which had pink covers. She was still gripping his hand tightly. It's been a while. He smiled.

A few seconds after, a flash light came across from the room door. Oh why wasn't he surprised? Imai stood there grinning like a fool with her stupid camera.

"Nice. Please continue. I'd be down stairs and remember- EIGHT MINUTES more" she said before leaving. He was so going to burn that camera of hers with his lighter.

Polka's room- he noticed was pretty neater than he had expected. On her bedside table stood a photo frame. He reached for it slowly and examined the picture.

There were five children; a brunette who of course was Mikan when she was around ten years old, a raven who happened to be Imai and another three boys. The brunette was happily hugging the raven and the raven didn't seem to mind it as she blankly stared at the camera. He knew his cousin well enough to know the fact that she hated hugs the most, but there were always exceptions. He looked at the three boys more carefully and identified them to be Tobita, Kitsume and that stupid Yome. He clutched the frame tightly in his hand. Why does he suddenly feel irritated? He didn't like the idea of leaving the frame on the bedside table again, but he kept it anyway. He knew that Mikan wouldn't be happy to wake up and see her photo frame in pieces.

He then glanced at the brunette again and then at his watch. He better leave now before the Yukiharas came. He didn't want to explain what he was doing here instead of spending time in Hawaii. He slowly removed her fingers off from his wrist and walked out of the door. He sustained the urge to turn around and look at her again because he knew the outcome would only make him stay there much longer.

Just as he slowly closed the door, another door from the opposite side slowly opened.

"Mi-chan?" he heard a soft voice. By the door stood a seven year old boy with messy grey hair and greenish-brown eyes. The kid was rubbing his sleepy eyes.

He all of a sudden, felt awkward. He was never good with little kids even though he has an eleven year old little sister.

"Umm….. She's….." what was he supposed to say to this kid?

"Who are you mister?" looks like he was in trouble. Now what?

"Umm…why don't I drop you off to bed little guy?" he reached for the kids hand.

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He sighed as he descended the staircase. It was one heck of a day. Imai was seated on one of the sofas reading what he assumed was a news magazine.

"So you handled the little kid too, impressive"

"You knew he was awake didn't you? And you did nothing" he wasn't at all surprised, this was Hotaru Imai after all.

"Yup. That's because it was none of my business. So what did you say to the kid?" he heard her ask curiously.

"None of your business" he smirked as he exited the house and drove off. He was sure that by now, Imai was annoyed as hell. He knew that she never liked to be kept in the dark and that she'd find it out somehow. Not that he minded.

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Her head was heavy and she felt a bit dizzy like she's having a hangover. Then again, it couldn't possibly be a hangover because she had never in her eighteen year old life taken any drinks so far as she can remember. The glass of wine she accidentally drank, thinking it was grape juice doesn't count because she vomited right after it. Drinking; she believed was for people with severe problems and her life was okay so far, so she didn't have a reason to drink to oblivion. So why was she feeling weird now if she didn't drink?

Come to think of it, she had the craziest dream she has ever had- other than her usual series of dreams. In her yesterday's dream; Koko had come back to her school again and for detention Hyuuga sensei had taken her dress-shopping and had even taken her to some fancy restaurant for dinner which was entirely impossible. It was practically like a date. The waiter had even called her Mrs. Hyuuga! It sure was one heck of a dream, she laughed. That won't be happening in real life and she was thankful for it, though she'd love to go on a car ride in that open-top Mercedes. Heck, Hyuuga sensei might not even have such a car in the first place since it was all in her dream.

She yawned again before getting off her bed and then stopped dead on her tracks. What the hell was that beautiful blue dress doing, hanging on her closet door? She squinted her eyes and looked in the same direction again thinking that she was hallucinating. It was still there. She screamed.

It didn't take long for her to meet a pair of familiar violet eyes. "What happened?" she heard her ask.

"Hotaru? W-what are you doing here?"

"Good morning to you too" she heard Hotaru say stoically before entering her room and standing beside her, looking at the dress as well.

She smiled sheepishly before saying; "Good morning Hotaru"

"Nice dress" she heard her comment before turning around and heading towards the door.

OMG this can't be happening. It hadn't been a dream after all! All the memories from yesterday came rushing to her mind at a high speed that she felt breathless. She knew that normally Hotaru would come to spend the night at her house when her parents would go out for dinner and when she too was going to be late to come home,which only confirmed the fact that everything was not a dream. She gaped out loud.

"Get ready idiot or we'll both be late. I'll be waiting for you at the breakfast table" she heard Hotaru say as she walked out of her room.

"Wait! There's something I want to ask you." She yelled after her.

"Let's talk during the ride to school. I'm hungry" she heard her reply before completely disappearing.

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This was like one of her worst nightmares. She was standing in front of her mirror in two pigtails. She was sure that everyone would be freaked out by it. Heck, she was too. She went to have breakfast in their family dining room and it was just as she thought.

Her mother almost dropped the plate she was holding and her father chocked on his food. Hotaru dropped her spoon and kept staring at her with wide eyes. The only one who was unfazed by her hairstyle was Youchi her little brother.

"H-h-honey w-what have you done to your hair?" her mother was practically stuttering. Okay so she knew that people around her would freak out, but she didn't think they'd be this much horrified.

It was also pretty weird because she spotted You-chan look at her with an unusual expression before he purposely chocked her to death saying; "Yey, Mi-chan's gonna have loooots of kids!" She even saw Hotaru smirk after hearing it.

Can someone please tell her, what wearing two pig tails has to do with having lots of kids? Urgh!

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