This is in fact a second version of an idea, the first is much longer and if I complete it will go up on its own (because hate me for it but I like this idea).

And yeah... this is...well... I'll leave it up to you guys.

Thanks to lovely reviewers, and this chapter goes in the favor of SpringFairy14, because she did say she liked the 'mature' stuff ;) you asked for it!

Mikan is seventeen in a month.

Mikan never was very good at making up her mind…

The problem was bound to worsen once Hotaru dropped her attendance at the Academy to pursue projects for big businesses, because it meant she only spent only one or two days a week at the school. And even then she demanded to be left along eighty percent of the time (she got about thirty: Mikan never was one to get the message). So Mikan ended up spending most of her time with people aside from her best friend, which had its 'consequences' if that was an apropriate name for it.

But then again, some might say the whole thing was inevitable from the start, because right from the get-go she was someone who couldn't help loving. And people loved her in return.

It took less than a year for the both of them to establish their feelings for her – Natsume Hyuuga and Ruka Nogi. Less than a year to realize they were both stupidly infatuated with the stupidest girl of all. They laughed about it, eventually grew closer over it, and when Hotaru started going on business trips and leaving 'poor' Mikan all on her own, neither of them even blinked before swooping down to snatch her up, the two talons of an eagle.

So then there was three of them... they bickered, they got into trouble, they got along-they didn't get along. Natsume would upset Mikan and Ruka would comfort her… Natsume would get jealous and Ruka would comfort him, then Mikan would feel left out and Ruka would comfort her.

He was always the consoler, the peacemaker between their turbulent dynamic. He would hold your hand and tell you that whatever you wanted, whatever he could do, he would do - just to make you feel better.

Whereas Mikan absorbed things– no matter what you threw at her, all your anger, frustration or adoration alike, she'd come out of it smiling. A punch bag was Natsume's analysis, but as she frequently pointed out he wasn't a very friendly person.

She took their love and turned it into her happy-go-lucky disposition: the clown and the pragmatist – when something couldn't be done one way she'd point out another, one so obvious it would only take an idiot to realize it.

And so it'd been her idea in the first place.

Well…

It'd been her 'words'. They'd just been twisted a little... or a lot, it depended on your perspective.

It happened a month or so after Ruka's seventeenth birthday – before Mikan or Natsume had completed their own seventeenth years; and Natsume had another 'accident' involving Mikan's underwear (by this age it involved more than just looking and required washing afterwards), and she had reacted furiously because Ruka was right next door to them and how could he do that, because it couldn't possibly be fair if he...

So he'd interrupted and asked her what would be fair… then things had 'escalated' after processing though the perverted machination called Hyuuga Natsume's mind.

As it was, throughout their years together the three of them had always ended up in various 'slip-ups' and 'mistakes' with each other: Natsume found kissing the brains out of Mikan somewhat therapeutic when he was depressed, while Ruka used to collect transitory pecks on the cheek, neck and anywhere else for that matter on a weekly quota (and this was not just restricted to Mikan: he was always overly affectionate when drunk).

Mikan simply loved hugs, whoever, wherever and whenever… but she did have a couple of preferences.

However, she'd never been able to choose just one of them, she 'had' always been bad at making decisions, and it felt wrong for there to be two of them together when they were a group of three. But she did love them, both of them. Natsume because he needed her and he excited her, and Ruka because he balanced the insanity of dealing with Natsume, and because he could be soft and gentle and sweet and loving – he didn't push.

Natsume pushed, he'd pushed that day when they'd both said it was a crazy idea that would never work, and what had he been thinking to come up with something like that in the first place. And he pushed when he was inside her, after they'd made that decision and done the unthinkable.

Ruka Nogi was all hands and lips and feathery touches, he could send her crashing over the edge with no more than two fingers and a second of cool air between his lips, while Natsume could get inside her in a way that made her scream and twist and cling onto Ruka for dear life.

In addition, if they teamed up on him, she and Ruka could pacify their Hyuuga inferno, make him forget about 'those people' and his Alice and the pursuing darkness; by stealing it away piece by piece, clensing a tiny fragment every time he shuddered and came into their hands, hot and sticky and gasping like a child. He was surprisingly quiet in ecstasy, and some of his best smiles came just moments afterwards, when they were all there and sweaty and fallen together in a big heap on whoever's bed was the most convenient at the time.

Natsume also liked to point out (much to Mikan's outrage) that Ruka gave much better head than she ever had or would, and Ruka found that the easiest way he could make Natsume smile was if he was crushing their lips together.

To them it was simply the ultimate solution, they could both have her and they still had each other, and were even more than they'd been before. Mikan got love that she'd always craved from Hotaru in a way that she could feel, and she felt it in the most extreme reaches of pleasure imaginable.

In the meanwhile, neither their classmates nor teachers seemed to realize just how far they'd fallen into each other, the old Natsume and Ruka fanclub called Mikan a tease for 'leading them on' while teachers just seemed to be content with a calmer and less dangerous fire in the classroom. Somehow they weren't able to see them, Mikan in the middle, with both of her hands in one of theirs, then Ruka and Natsume with their other palms pressed flat against each other.

The only person who knew to date was Hotaru, and that was firstly because she could see something like that written all over Mikan's face, and secondly because Ruka bet Natsume she'd have some insane fetish (besides trying to film them) and Natsume had bluntly gone up and asked her if she wanted to join in, simply to try and prove him wrong. His theory was she'd be just as cold and it'd be twice as scary.

Hotaru half-smiled and coolly remarked that she would leave the fooling around to the fools.

I am increasing my evil count by 3 (as in OT3) and moving swiftly on ;P

Interessted to know, but has anyone ever encountered a threesome with this lot before? I'd be super-psyced if I was the first :D (Edit: Thanks for the people pointing me over to Dionysus' False Prophet - woo for the forefather (or mother), I just knew I wasn't the only twisted one on here ;P)

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