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Mikan Sakura

Yukihara.

Yukihara.

"Yukihara?" I heard someone ask behind me and I turned to see all my companions looking at me. Hotaru looked confused and Ruka looked worried.

But Natsume? He looked incredibly pissed.

With long and powerful strides, he closed the distance between us. He only stopped in front of me, staring me down. His burning crimson eyes felt like they were burning a hole through me and I couldn't help but succumb to the peer pressure. I bowed my head, unable to look into his eyes.

"Mikan, look at me." I didn't and I could feel the tension growing.

"Sakura, look at me." He tried again but still I couldn't. It was like I was frozen all over, numb. Suddenly, I felt a strong hand grab my arm tightly and I felt myself being pulled forward roughly. This time, I looked slightly up, but I didn't meet his eyes.

It was clear in his voice he was furious. "Fuck, Sakura! LOOK AT ME!"

I cringed as I heard his voice, full of anger and rage. I tried to lift my eyes to his but when they looked at me in anger, I just looked away. I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. His nails were digging into my flesh and I hissed in pain.

"You're not going anywhere, Polka."

"Let me go, Hyuuga." I hated the weakness in my voice.

"No way in he-"

I felt another pair of hands grab my shoulders and in less than a second, I was out of his grasp.

"She said to let go, Hyuuga." Hotaru's threatening yet calm voice came from behind me. Natsume, in front of me, was glowering and looked like a lion ready to pounce.

"HOW CAN I LET GO OF HER, IMAI? NOT WHEN THE MAN JUST SAID THAT SHE WAS A YUKIHARA?" He shouted, nodding in my direction, his tone seemingly accusing. I couldn't help but snap.

"And so what? So what if I'm a Yukihara? It isn't even true!" I screamed, trying to make him back off, but he just looked all the more provoked.

"You don't know that!"

"The man was fucking dying. He probably delusional."

"But he might also be right. And if he's right then that makes you an heiress!"

"Wha-"

"Actually," Ruka said, speaking for the first time since the bomber had died. His face was as pale as the moon and his blonde hair was in every direction. His eyes were wide in alert and right then, they were on me. "Princess. Yukihara-san is known as the 'King of Fashion' because of his incredibly successful fashion chains. If you were his heir, then that would make you..."

I raised a brow in sarcasm. "Princess?"

As if my saying that one word had made time stop, all of my 3 companions stopped moving to look at each other. It was like they were sending each other these secret messages with their eyes and I sighed before walking away, waving them off.

"You know what? I'm leaving. Someone's gotta tell Reo about all this and I'm pretty sure it won't be pretty." I called over my shoulder before I finally walked towards the farthest pole and leant on it. I lifted a finger to my ear.

"Ah, Ms. Sakura. Have you all arrived at the hotel?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, we were hijacked by a suicidal bomber who nearly drove us straight into a building that could've ruined the "handsome" faces of those two rich bastards."

"WHAT?!"


Ruka Nogi

As soon as Mikan left, it seemed like all hell broke loose between us. Well, as "loose" as two uptight and indifferent ravens can be with a blonde like myself.

"Princess." I said again and Hotaru - my precious Hotaru - looked at me. Her amethyst eyes blazing.

"The note." She said and she looked at Natsume. "That man wasn't lying, was he? Mikan was already called the 'Princess.' Does it -?"

"I don't know."

I slapped him on the shoulder. "Answer it properly. Your whole opinion."

"I already told you. I don't know." He said, clearly annoyed. He was sending me a look that shut me up and I looked at Hotaru-

- Who clearly did not get the message. "Say something else, Hyuuga. Tell us a real answer."

Natsume rolled his eyes before lifting a hand to his hair and running through it, making it messier than it already was. He sent a glare in my bodyguard's direction. "What do you want me to say? Idk? Idek?"

I sighed in exasperation. In the corner of my eye, I saw Mikan making her way back to us and I knew that we should finish this right now. Even if it meant we didn't exactly have a right conclusion.

I shot Hotaru a look but all she did was ignore me. Burn, Ruka. Buuurn.

"Look, you idiot fat-heads." She said, grabbing my right arm and Natsume's left. I saw Natsume glare at her but in my opinion, her glare was scarier. She pulled us down a few inches to whisper in our ears. "Why don't we just leave this for later? We'll all talk to Narumi and Persona in the hotel."

I raised my free hand. "I second the motion."

"Shut up, Nogi."

I shut up. Natsume, on her other side, rolled his eyes and sighed. "Alright, alright. Let's just get out of here. And I am not fat. Or and idiot."


Mikan Sakura

I rolled my eyes and leaned into the divan I was sitting on. I saw Hotaru do the same thing on the other side of the hotel room and I couldn't help but sigh. My eyes found their way to the source of our annoyance.

Narumi, gushing over Natsume and Ruka, asking them if they're okay and touching them in places he was never meant to touch.

"OH MY! I was just SO worried!" He practically screamed, using both hands to touch the boys in their armpits. Ruka squirmed while Natsume slapped his hand away, sending him a glare.

"Would you please stop touching our pits. If you think there's any treasure in there, you're wrong." He scowled. Narumi pouted before clinging onto Ruka, who fell back a step due to the unexpected weight.

"RUKA-PYOOON!"

Ruka tried to push away the wailing man, but to no avail. "Narumi..." He sent me a pleading look with his aqua blue eyes and I sighed.

I lifted a hand to my hair and leaned deeper into my seat. I looked at the blonde in front of me. "Dad, let go of him and get out. We'll still be meeting you tonight at dinner, but we'll be resting the rest of the day. Hyuuga and Nogi's orders."

At my words, he detangled himself from Ruka and looked at me with eyes glistening and his lips, grinning. Yup, exactly what I thought he'd do."You called me Dad."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, yes. Now get out."

He started to make his way to the door, his grin growing wider. "You called me Dad."

Hotaru sighed before standing up and going to the door. She turned the knob and opened it. "Yeah, you heard her right. You aren't dreaming. So get out."

Narumi was finally at the door and he gave Hotaru a kiss on the cheek, which she immediately wiped off with a disgusted look on her face. He turned to us and smiled, showing his deep dimples."We'll be upstairs in the pension if you need us. I LOVE YOU ALL, MY SWEET BUNNIES!"

The door closed behind him and I sighed in exasperation. "Finally. I thought he'd never leave."

Silence.

I looked up and saw all three of my companions doing that eye-message-sending thing again. I rolled my eyes and clapped my hands, gaining their attention.

"Hey," I said and they all looked up. I met Natsume's eyes, challenging him to lie. "Would you stop doing that?"

Ruka raised a brow. "Doing what?"

"That!" I exclaimed, gesturing with both of my hands to their entire foolishness. I glared at Hotaru. "If you want to discuss something, then might as well do it in another room, not leave me out of it and talk with your eyes! Don't make things harder for yourself!"

Right after I finished, a smirk graced Natsume's lips and I felt myself stop. My eyes followed his hand as he turned the knob and opened the door. He gestured to Ruka and Hotaru, who both exited the room.

As he started to close the door, I shot up in my seat and ran to him. "Natsume Hyuuga, don't you dare-"

But the door was already shut. And it was locked from the outside.

"We'll go with the latter, baby doll." He said before I heard him walk away.

I raised a hand to my hair and closed my eyes. "Really, Sakura. You are an idiot."


Hotaru Imai

"That was uncalled for." I scowled to Natsume as we got into an elevator and rode up to the pension. I stared him down and he looked down to meet my eyes. He shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

"She was going all sassy on me. I had to do something." He said nonchalantly and I let out a pissed sigh. Beside me, Ruka was ruffling up his hair with a look of annoyance. He looked at me and held my gaze for a second longer than normal before looking at the raven beside me.

"You didn't have to lock her in!" He said, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation. He brought one hand down to his face and groaned into it. "Damn, she's gonna be so pissed at us."

Natsume scoffed. "What can that little girl do to us? She's puny!"

I couldn't help but bring my high-heeled foot to his own, stomping it with enough power to make him groan in pain.

It worked. He let out a groan before looking at me. "What the hell, Imai!"

Finally, the doors flew open and I exited the tension-filled elevator. "Yeah, yeah. Love you too, Hyuuga."

There was only one door in the entire floor and I knocked on that one. When no one answered, I sighed and lifted a finger to my earpiece, ignoring the two men who stood behind me.

"Naru, let me in. We need to talk."

The answer came quick, but not from the said man. It was Persona. "Imai, he'll talk to you later. We're in a meeting-"

"Yeah, and we just narrowly escaped a death by either a bomb or a car accident." I rolled my eyes. "I think we've earned ourselves an hour or two of you precious time making out with him, Okaa-san."

"I AM NOT OKAA-SAN!" He shouted but I could hear him get up from his seat and walk. I smirked.

"Yeah, and I'm a virgin." I said, sarcasm laced into my tone. Behind me, I could hear a light cough and I turned to Ruka, who was pink faced, and Natsume, who was smirking at his friend's reaction. I rolled my eyes and faced the door. "Hurry up, old woman."

Right at that time, the door swung open and Persona's tall built came into view. He was scowling as he made space for all of us to enter. "It's old man, Imai. Man."

I put down my hand and smirked. "At least you admit you're old."

I looked forward again and found both of the targets in comfortable positions on the long, beige leather couch. I took my seat on the couch across them and leaned back. I looked up and met the eyes of my "boss," gesturing to the place beside me. Instead of going beside me, though, he went to the couch right beside the window and sat down, making himself comfortable.

I glared at him. "Fine. Be a bitch."

He looked at me with his god-annoying smirk. "Sweetheart, I think you'd be the girl in this relationship."

Natsume, who was seated across me, scoffed. "Actually, Persona, darling, she's better as the man. And for more reasons than one."

I couldn't help it. I instantly looked towards him and he shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. Ruka, beside him, was trying to stifle his laugh, but he couldn't stop the grin on his face.

Persona stood from his place and made his way to the couch I was sitting on. He took a seat beside me and regarded Natsume with amusement. "Really now, Hyuuga? I don't even think she would threaten me with some kind of embarrassing picture or something."

I smirked as both the boys answered instantly. "Oh, she would."

Ruka had a smirk on his face as he pointed a thumb to his best friend. "She even managed to blackmail this guy over here."

At his words, the masked man looked at me, nodding in approval. "Damn, you're good."

I rolled my eyes. "I know. I know."

"I know what?" A new voice in the room asked and we all turned to look at Narumi in his pink dress shirt and slacks. He still had that foolish grin on his face and he was looking at some papers as he entered. Instead of waiting for an answer, he looked over his shoulder, looking at the hallway to his right. "HEY IZUMI, YOU IDIOT! COME HERE, WOULD YOU?"

I raised a brow. Was he... yelling at the Izumi Yukihara?

A second later, Izumi Yukihara appeared from the hallway, two glasses of wine in his hand. He approached the blonde and looked over his shoulder to peer at something Narumi was pointing at. He shook his head after a few seconds and went to Persona, who was still sitting beside me. He handed him a glass of wine. After he did, he looked at the boys and then, at me.

"Why, I didn't know we had guests!" He said, looking at Narumi as he did so. Naru just shrugged before looking back to his papers. Realizing that Narumi wouldn't give him his answer, he looked to Persona, who pointed at me.

As if that all made sense, Izumi's mouth formed an 'O' in understanding.

"Well, anyway," We all heard Narumi say from the his place in the living room of the pension. He was still scanning the papers and leaning on a wall and I couldn't help but note that he actually looked like he was serious for once. This time, he actually looked like... a president of a company. Which he kind of was. "What brings you bunch here? And where's Mikan-chan?"

Ruka answered first. "Well, we wanted to ask-"

"Ah, yes. The beautiful Mikan Sakura." Izumi suddenly butted in and all of us looked at him in confusion. Except Hyuuga.

"Yes, the beautiful Mikan Sakua." Hyuuga mimicked mockingly, glaring at Izumi. "What thoughts do you have of my secretary, Mr. Yukihara?"

Izumi was shameless in answering. "Well, she is quite the beauty. And not to mention as sexy as a vixen." He pointed at Hyuuga. "You, dear Natsume, are lucky to have her, but she is just to beautiful. I may steal her from you."

"I have my name on her. Sorry."

The Yukihara raised a brow. "Really? Where?"

This time, Natsume was shameless. "In her heart. It's a little mark written in Sharpie. It says 'Forever Natsume Hyuuga's and never in a million years Izumi Yukihara's.'"

"Well then, I guess I'll just change that marking then." Izumi said, smirking.

Natsume scoffed, venom laced in his next words. "Excuse me, but Sharpie is a permanent marker, in case you've forgotten, old man."

"EXCUSE ME." Narumi said with finality in his tone. He looked at both of us and pointed at himself. "YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT MY DAUGHTER."

"And mine." Persona added, raising his hand.

I groaned before standing up, ignoring the smart-ass comments flying across the room. I made my way to the corner of the room, where a certain busy blonde was leaning against the wall.

I stopped in front of him and he looked up for a second to give me a glance and a smile. I rolled my eyes before lifting my hand and slamming it hard on the wall. Shocked, Narumi lost his grip on the papers for a second before catching them again. He looked at me wide-eyed and apparently, so did everyone else (well, probably except Hyuuga and Persona).

I leaned on my arm against the wall before speaking slowly. "This afternoon, we left the airport in hopes to arrive at our hotel-here-safely, but our limo was hijacked by a suicidal bomber."

Izumi started to speak. "I know, and I'm sorry for the-"

"Shut up." I snapped, looking at him for a second before looking back at Narumi. By this time, the papers were already set down on the desk behind him and I had his full attention. In fact, I had everyone's.

I took a breath before continuing. "Anyway, both Mikan and I took him down and foiled his plan, but he shot himself. As he was dying, we asked him who was his target and he said Mikan Sakura... Yukihara." I looked at the men who were now frozen. "Now, why is that?"

"Well, maybe he was starting another sentence but he just... died?" Narumi asked, his tone convincing. If I wasn't right in front of him, I would have fell for it but I looked into his eyes and saw that they were lifeless, nervous, anything but hopeful. I shook my head.

"I would have thought that, but back in Japan, she was attacked yet again. There was a note, and it said 'Find and kill the princess." I looked at Ruka, giving him a small smile as he met my eyes. He reddened and I turned to look at Persona. "It would make sense to call her a princess if she was Yukihara because Izumi Yukihara is known as the 'King of Fashion.' And back then, she was deliberately attacked; it was no accident.

"So, let me ask you my real question. And Naru, I want you to give me the truth and not some stupid lie." I said slowly, looking back at Narumi, whose shoulders had slumped and whose eyes looked tired out. I wanted to give him some space but I was already this close.

I took a step closer to him. "Who exactly is Mikan Sakura?"

As if my words had frozen time, a silence that was so deep that you could hear a pin drop ensued. All I could hear was the traffic outside, my heartbeat and Narumi's breathing. I held his gaze as he held mine. Sorrow and something like awe filled his eyes and I couldn't help but lose myself in them.

After what seemed like forever, a voice broke through the silence. This voice was solid and authoritative. It was Izumi Yukihara.

"Narumi, answer the question."

Narumi's eyes followed the source of the voice before, finally, looking at Persona and nodding. I turned to look at the somber masked man who was, by this time, standing up and leaning against the back of the couch, the glass still in his hand. He sighed.

"Mikan Sakura is Mikan Yukihara. She's Izumi's daughter." He said, looking at Izumi. His eyes widened before he dropped his glass, the glass breaking and the wine staining the carpeted floor. Persona then turned to Natsume, who was on the edge of his seat, his crimson eyes brimming in curiosity.

Persona sighed and looked at Narumi, who shook his head but continued to say what his partner couldn't.

"She was also Akira Hanabusa from Spain."


SO! The secret's finally revealed. I know you guys have been dying to know who Akira really was and I knew that if I kept it hidden for more chapters, this would be a 40+ chapter story. I CANNOT HOLD ON THAT LONG. That's just...too long. :)

Anyway, hope you liked it. Please review, favorite, follow. ANYTHING, MY LOVELY BUNNIES! :) -Narumi

Love you all. MUAH, :)