Fight for Love!
14th Fight: Multi-faced
I saw my blouse being ripped apart as I struggled hard to free myself from their clutches. I was so scared that I did not know what those people would do to me. One of them forcefully pulled up my singlet and sneered while the other tried to unbuckle the hook of my school shirt.
I screamed and began thrashing around. I raised my right leg upwards and hit one of them right on his face with my knee. He fell down and let out a soft groan.
"How dare you!" he growled and pinned my leg onto the bench.
"Stop it! Please!" I shouted. "Somebody, please help me!"
I could not do anything. My hands and legs were pinned by those scary people. My uniform were totally removed from my body, except for my undergarments. I could not help it but to cry softly as I heard their snickers get louder and louder at each second.
"Yoichi... Hotaru... where are you? Help me," I sobbed helplessly.
"Let her go!" someone boomed and the voice echoed inside the restroom.
Everybody stopped what they were doing and turned her heads to face the entrance while I looked up and smiled in relief at my saviour. I instantly recognised my saviour just by looking at the pair of beautiful crimson eyes. The length of that person's hair was around her shoulder-width and she wore a strange long frilly dress with a huge ribbon on her head.
"Aoi!" I called out to her and took this chance to attack those evil boys.
I picked up a toilet plunger which was lying underneath the bench and used the wooden part of it to strike two boys' heads. My saviour clenched her fists and gave them a few punches on their stomachs.
Upon seeing that the entrance was cleared, I grabbed her hand and said, "Aoi, let's leave this place quickly before the boys get up!"
"Aoi?" she lowered her head in dismay and said in a low voice. "What are you talking about? Who is Aoi?"
I stared at her blankly and stifled a laugh. "Stop joking with me. Aren't you Aoi? We used to... used to... eh?"
I paused and trembled. I immediately let go of the girl and stumbled backwards. I pressed the sides of my head and shook my head continuously. She was right. Who was Aoi? Who was this girl?
She looked extremely disappointed and asked, "How could you forget about me? Don't you remember anything about me?"
"Who... are you?" I stammered and when I saw her inched forward, I shrieked in horror. "Get away from me!"
"Since you can't remember me, I have no choice then." She sighed deeply and her cute face suddenly turned hostile. "And let me tell you something interesting, little girl. Your chest is as flat as a chopping board."
She smirked and pointed at my chest. I was lucky as my singlet was still on or else, my poor chest would be exposed. I grabbed my blouse and placed it on my chest. I looked at that girl again and noticed something was wrong. Her hair became very short.
"Let's face it, flat-board. I am your nemesis, Natsume Hyuuga."
I gawked at him for a moment and finally let out a scream with my eyes closed tightly.
"Shut up, flat-chested boxer!"
I flinched and opened my eyes, only to find myself staring at a pair of crimson eyes again. My breath hitched in response and I continued to stare at the face of my nemesis, Natsume. He was wearing my father's home clothes and worst of all, he was sitting on my bed. His hair was in total mess too.
"Oh, you're finally awake," Natsume grunted and massaged his own shoulder. "You're so noisy early in the morning like a big fat rooster..."
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed and fell backwards which landed on my back. "Natsume-senpai is a girl!"
"What?" I heard him shouting at me. "Do you want me to dig your pathetic eyes out, flat-chested boxer?"
I got up and glared at him. My eyes slowly went to his chest and realised that the mysterious girl was no longer here but it was Natsume instead. However, I was still not convinced.
I pointed at him and ordered, "Strip!"
There was a moment of silence and a brief staring contest between the two of us until his lips curled up and he smirked at me.
"How bold, perverted woman," he said and shook his head in feign disappointment but his annoying smirk was still on his face. "But of course, if you really want me to strip, I will gladly do so..."
I blushed and interjected, "I just want to see your chest, idiot! What if you're a girl?"
Natsume's mouth twitched. Out of the blue, I felt something hit against my head hard and my whole body fell flat onto the floor. I rubbed my head and groaned loudly.
"How's my punch? It's great, right? Are you awake now?"
I looked up at him and gulped, "Ye... yeah. I'm awake now..."
"Alright, good morning. Where am I now, flat-chested boxer?"
"You're in my room," I replied softly while I continued to soothe my throbbing head.
He blinked and remained silent. I felt so stupid all of a sudden. I could not believe that I actually mixed reality and my dream up earlier. Of course, Natsume was a male! There was no way he was girl unless he was a transvestite which was totally impossible as well. What a crazy and foolish dream!
"You were sick," I explained. "While I was walking home, I saw you lying unconscious at the roadside. Then, I found out that you have a fever so I took you to my home. My parents had already called a doctor to check on you last night. All you got to do is to rest well and eat your medicine."
"Is... is that so?"
"Yeah, and why didn't your parents call you? Won't they get worried about you?"
"They won't. They probably think that I am staying over at Ruka's residence," he replied hoarsely, followed by a cough. "I need water."
I stood up and said, "I will get for you."
"It's okay. I have my own," he got out of bed and walked towards his bag.
He zipped open his bag and stopped midway. I stared at him curiously as to why he did not get his water bottle out.
Finally, he spoke, "You could have leave me out there. Why did you bother to save me?"
"What are you talking about?" I snorted loudly. "You should be grateful that I picked you up."
He immediately turned to face me and retorted in a rather angry tone, "Just when I thought everything was cleared between us, you actually did this kind of thing!"
I was still lost. What was he blabbering about? Was he still having a fever? I placed my hand on his forehead and sighed in relief. He seemed to have gotten better. But why was he so unhappy?
"Sorry, I still don't understand what you're talking about but I will get you some water now," I said calmly and ran out of my room quickly.
When I entered the kitchen, Mum was already preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, Mum!" I greeted and grabbed an empty cup.
Mum smiled and said, "You woke up early for the first time. How is the boy? Is he alright?"
"He seems fine," I mumbled as I rubbed the spot where he hit on earlier.
"Please tell him that I have prepared breakfast for him."
"Sure," I replied and filled the cup with water.
I brought the cup of water back into my room and immediately received the greatest shock of my life. That perverted guy was standing in front of my wardrobe and he opened one of my drawers casually, as if this was his room. Just then, his eyebrow twitched and he turned to look at me with that annoying smirk of his. I was practically too stunned to say anything because that drawer contained my...
"You're sixteen this year, and don't you think you should wear something better than this?" he mocked and lifted up a pair of polka dot undergarments.
"Put your hands off my... my... thing!" I shrieked.
Unfortunately, he did not do so and picked up another undergarment which had many cute pictures of strawberries printed on the pink fabric. I could tell that my face was already red from all the blushing and embarrassment. I placed the cup on my study desk and charged towards him. I tried to pull my precious garments away but he still refused to let go.
"Idiot, let them go!" I yelled.
His smirk grew wider and spoke softly, "Why don't you wear something mature like g-strings or maybe... thongs."
I narrowed my eyes at him and asked, "What are those?"
"You don't know, do you? How pathetic. I suggest that you should find out by yourself, flat-chested..."
"Get out of my room," I bellowed and pointed at the door. "Now!"
He rolled his eyes and placed the garments back into my drawer. Then, he walked over to my desk and picked the cup up. Without saying a word of appreciation, he quietly walked out of my room.
I seriously hated this person. Why couldn't he just stop doing something which irritated me all the time? Well, he must be an attention-seeking brat.
I stomped out of my room and headed to the kitchen to have my breakfast with Mum, Dad and, of course, Natsume. Dad was reading a newspaper while Mum was pouring tea into our cups. Natsume was in the kitchen too and was sitting next to Dad. He stared at me emotionlessly while I wrinkled my nose at him in disgust. I bet he was trying to act cool in front of my parents but I could assure anyone that my parents would not fall for his tricks.
I sat at the opposite of where Natsume was sitting and began digging into the food on the table.
"I hope my daughter did not disturb you last night. I saw her looking after you for the whole night and I was very worried that she might make a ruckus out of nothing since she is a short-tempered girl," my father started the conversation with Natsume.
A small smile spread across Natsume's face as he answered in a polite manner, "Of course, she didn't disturb me at all. I think she has done a great job for looking after me. Thank you."
"I see. You're welcome."
Mum sat down too and joined the conversation too, "Nekome-san, your clothes are already dried. You can get them later after your breakfast."
I coughed softly and slowly looked at Natsume at the corner of my eyes. I wanted to see his reaction for being calling 'Nekome'. It was funny but I was trying really hard not to laugh.
"Sure, Ma'am. Thanks a lot," that was all he replied.
Not only that, he was smiling innocently at Mum as if nothing had happened. My jaw dropped. Why was there no responses from him? Did he notice that Mum had called him 'Nekome'?
"Nekome-san," Mum continued. "Where do you live? If it is possible, we can take you to your residence."
"It's okay, Ma'am. My fever has subsided so I think I can go back home myself. I'm sorry to trouble you."
Did he use this method to charm girls and older women? I guessed he was a multi-faced person; he could act serious and cool in front of Tsubasa, perverted and cheeky in front of me, and like a gentleman in front of my parents. How disgusting.
"Ah-ha! I can see that Nekome-san has a very good immune system. It is my first time seeing someone recover from his fever within a night," Mum chuckled.
"That is because Mikan Yukihira-san took care of me very well." He turned to me and continued, "Thank you, Yukihira-san."
A fake smile plastered on my face and I said, "Don't mention it, senpai. Frankly, I did nothing at all..."
"Come on, guys. Save the conversation for later. The tea is turning cold," Dad interrupted.
Mum laughed and finally took a bite on a bun while Dad put the newspaper aside and started to eat too. Meanwhile, Natsume slowly drank his tea with his eyes narrowed at me. Oh, I got it. He knew that I was the one who started that interesting word 'Nekome'.
After breakfast, Natsume went back to my room to pack his things and changed into his school uniform. He kept his dry Taekwondo robe into his bag and walked out of the house as we said our farewells to him. After he left, I carried my stuffs from the living room back into my room and hid them under my bed as usual. Honestly, I was extremely happy that Natsume left. I could enjoy my weekends and did not have to suffer from his continuous teases. Furthermore, he did not even mention about 'Nekome' either. Thank goodness!
As I walked over to my desk, I noticed a small piece of folded paper on the desk. I did not remember seeing that paper earlier. I picked it up and unfolded it. There were handwritten words so I carefully read it.
At this moment, I felt regret for reading it. I crumpled the paper and threw it into the paper bin.
'You are so dead, Polka.'
That was what was written on that piece of paper and it was so obvious that Natsume was the one who wrote it. From this statement, I bet anyone could tell that the following week in school was going to be a hell for me.
By the way, I like that nickname 'Nekome'.
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