Winter Holiday Gone Wrong

Written by The Lonely Serenade

Disclaimer : Do not own it, too bad huh? :'(

Day 5 — When Jealousy Demands

And her hazel eyes widened.

Shock and confusions were spinning through her head. She couldn't believe the sight that was taken in through her eyes. Was this a dream? But heck! She could feel the boy's breath on her ears—so it was obviously not a dream. That's point one.

Point two?

The guy just nipped her ear! It felt so real! But what shocked her the most was the person who was trapping her; the person who was currently nipping on her ear. The person whose breath she could feel so clearly.

The person named Ruka Nogi.

She didn't expect it to be Ruka! If it was the pervert, Hyuuga, then maybe she wouldn't be this shocked. But this was the sweet charming Ruka-kun we're talking about! How could he be this—bold? Damn it! She swore she could feel heat running out of her ears!

"R-Ruka-kun, please release me," Mikan stammered through her trembling lips. Ruka pulled his lips from her swollen earlobe and looked to meet Mikan's eyes.

Mikan's eyes instantly widened when she saw his flushed face, and as her orbs met Ruka's ones, she realized that those once gentle eyes now looked dull—more like out of trance. She furrowed her brows and pushed Ruka harder. Ruka just rested his head on Mikan's shoulder, as her breath suddenly hitched.

"Mikan," Ruka murmured as he buried his nose in Mikan's hair, sniffing in her trance.

Mikan gulped and she moved her shaking hands to push him even harder. The guy was out of his mind! "Ruka-kun! What's goi—"

Sniff.

Mikan smelled something extremely familiar through her nose. Ruka's mouth was unpleasantly placed near her nose, and she could feel his breath, minty breath. But something was there, something like grape and a little bit alcoholic. Wait—alcohol?

She snapped out of her trance and this time, with full power, she pushed Ruka harder. Ruka groaned but as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt like he had lost his energy. His eyes felt so heavy and his surrounding looked so black. His head was spinning, and he could see the blurry image of Mikan, looking at him in worry.

"Ruka-kun!" Mikan's worried voice was the only thing that managed to absorb his foggy mind before he fainted.

Mikan gasped as she saw Ruka's body that was falling to her. She immediately caught him and stood him up as fast as possible. She crinkled her nose at the smell of his breath. She was right. It was alcohol. So Ruka was drinking? He was actually drinking?

She noted the boy and growled in frustration. Ruka was drunk! That explained the flushed face and alcohol trance on his breath. She blushed scarlet as she remembered the earlier. He had kissed—more like nipped her earlobe! But she shook her head and pushed the thoughts away. What was she getting at anyway? She was getting way too crazy.

Besides, Ruka didn't do this on purpose. He was drunk, so snap out of it!

Mikan sighed deeply and dragged her and Ruka's body who was glued on hers closely. They went out of the dark stairs alley and as she stepped to the stairs to take Ruka, she tripped.

Mikan cursed her clumsiness and blamed it all to her mother who she took after from.

The hell with it.

She closed her eyes and prepared herself to feel the hard and cold stairs banged her body. She was waiting for the impact. But before that, she felt the urge to kill and to curse whoever made Ruka drunk —the guy deserved to die! Tsk, she hadn't made her will and she hadn't killed Ryuuki for all this matter!

Okay, this is it. Goodbye beautiful world. She really did enjoy her short fifteen years living in this world. She just hoped that she'd go to heaven and could finally have a peaceful live there; without worrying any single thing that was left.

3 . . .

2 . . .

1 . . .

Uh-huh, it didn't hurt, not at all. She frowned darkly.

Damn it! Could she just die already? What's taking those angels so long? Why won't they take and bring her to heaven? Was she that sinful? Could she just be forgiven for this onc—

"Idiot. Stop closing your eyes. I know that you're alive," called a notoriously cold voice. A very familiar one to add with.

Well that explained everything. That rude voice. That rude, raspy voice. That rude, raspy, and husky voice. Wait, husky? Scratch that!

Mikan fluttered her hazel eyes, and she met up with a pair of bloodshot eyes. Knew it.

She gulped. "H-Hyuuga."

He just gave her a weird stare. Mikan felt his burning gaze glaring through every part of her body, shivering her to the point of fear. He was obviously creeping her out! And to make things more fun, the guy was pissed.

"W-What do you want?" she mumbled nervously.

Natsume narrowed his crimson eyes at her, trailing her eyes at the movement of his and she finally realized that he's holding onto her hips. Tightly.

"P-Pervert! Let go of me!" she gasped.

She stepped on the stairs carefully and turned to glare at him. From the corner of her eyes, he saw the sleeping Ruka was safely put on the edge of the stairs, and so she released a relief breath.

"Is that how you treat your savior, smiley?" his cold voice demanded. Mikan now felt her bursting courage—decreased to the lowest. Heck, she didn't even care that he was calling her names! She managed to gulp on her own saliva, feeling the unusually cold voice of his make her cringed in fear.

"S-Shut up pervert!" she gave him a nervous laugh, "Stop scaring me like that!"

Natsume's eyes darkened in the slightest second at her statement. A pursuing low growl managed to pass his mouth. Mikan, who obviously heard this, shivered in fear.

The sound he made earlier was not music to her ears; it sounded very threatening, very possessive, very intimidating.

Natsume walked towards where Ruka laid and pulled him, glimpsing secretly as he fixed his eyes on Mikan's flustered face.

He gripped Ruka even tighter. "Fine, go away. It's already late and I don't need little girls bothering me at night," he stated coldly, his back turned from her and he walked to the stairs, still carrying Ruka's body in his arms. His steps were heavy, and his muscular back just gave Mikan a sight of his well-built body.

Mikan gaped, and felt her fist shake. The nerve!

Dammit! Stupid Hyuuga, scaring her like this! What's his problem? And they said that women were cranky, yeah right, here's one example of a cranky man.

She sighed and groaned as she walked slowly, or more like dragging her feet on the stairs. This was such a long day and she needed a rest. The next thing she knew, everything will be just fine, right?

That's what she thought.

But reality was cruel.


Okay, what could be worse? Failing a grade, or having some kind of rapid heart attack every time while she was living in this mansion? Mikan groaned and banged her head to the warm pillow, a frustrated sigh escaped her mouth. She shut her lips and narrowed her eyes, taking in the sight of her room. A complete mess.

Last night, she didn't even bother to tidy her room, she was way too tired. But guess what? She couldn't sleep until morning! She could hear the cocking chicken voice of her alarm when she was about to drift off to her slumber! Could it get any better? Oh yeah, the fact that she had to face both Ruka-kun and Hyuuga today. They were part of her reasons why she couldn't go to sleep—she was still thinking about the accident.

Sure, Ruka-kun was drunk and he might not realize what he has done. But what if he remembers? That'd be awkward! And Hyuuga! She didn't know, but with him giving her the cold shoulder, it really irked her to bits! Damn, stupid Hyuuga for making this worse, and she still needed to investigate him and find out his reasons for being moody.

And that called for some observation.

Needless to say, she felt too tired to do anything. Could she just escape all of this and pretend that this was just a stupid nightmare? She couldn't.

Because reality was too cruel. Damn cruel.

She took a deep breath and got out of her bed. She had finished bathing a couple of minutes ago, and she just laid on the bed, reminiscing on deep thoughts. She picked her comb up and walked to the mirror. She must have looked awful, no—horrible. Her eyes were puffy, but at least she didn't look that bad. Again, her eyes traveled and landed on something.

Gasp.

Holy Moly.

A mark! A mark on her earlobe! What the—It must be because of Ruka's bite yesterday! Was it even possible to have a hickey on your ear? God, how could you do this to her? She was miserable enough, but why did this have to happen to her? Was she that sinful?

She squatted on the floor, trailing her fingers across the carpet on the floor slowly, her face showed a deep depression. You could tell that the feeling was mutual.

How could she keep the mark from anybody? Well, if she had long hair, she could always hide it behind her locks. . .

Blink.

Her eyes widened in realization and she stood up, almost immediately and looked at her reflection once again. She started to form a goofy grin on her face, plastered clearly, showing every single tint of happiness that was bursting out. How could she not realize this? She had a long hair, heck! It reached until her waist! How could she be so forgetful?

"Geez, I take back my words about being an idiot! I'm a genius!" she uttered proudly, hazel eyes glowing in an evidently bright way.

She pulled out the bands that were tangling her hair together. Her auburn locks fell gracefully on her shoulders, shining brightly as it showed the silky trances of her hair. She took a simple black clip and put it near her hair so the locks wouldn't move.

Perfect.

She beamed at her own reflection and walked to the door. Breathing out a sigh of relief, she walked down the stairs, completely forgetting her worries and thought only about how genius her mind could be.

Mikan skipped to dining room, expecting everybody to have gathered while having a nice, peaceful morning breakfast. But, what she saw was something that she never expected. The room was empty. No one was there in her presence, nada, no, none, no, zip.

She wrinkled her brows in confusion, and nevertheless, a cute scowl started to form on her face. The tapping of her foot could be heard very clearly because the room practically echoed it. If they were gone, they could at least have given her a note!

She was about to protest again and mutter some curses before her eyes caught the sight of a paper on the table. Oh, there's the note.

She laughed sheepishly and scratched her head as she skipped towards the note. Her hands reached out to take it.

Mikan wondered where they went, and she was hoping for them to come back early since she had something to talk to Tsubasa-senpai about. Well, she thought that maybe she could find out the reason why Natsume got angry with her; her senpai is reliable.

But as her eyes trailed to read the note, she gaped. W-W-W-What?

To Sakura.

Umm, Sakura-san. This is Ruka writing by the way. I'm sorry for the inconvenience for yesterday. For my act, I mean. Natsume told me that I fainted, I'm sorry to bother you. You see, Tono, me, and Natsume were having a drinking contest last night. Though Tono was the one who suggested it. Ahm, I'm really sorry for what I've done yesterday. Really.

Oh, and if you didn't know. Me and Tono are going to Hokkaido to pick up someone important. We'll be going for five days and we'll be back afterwards. Tsubasa's staying at Misaki's apartment for a while, he just called me. Oh, Kitsuneme and Koko are at their parent's house and they won't be coming back for three more days.

Really sorry Sakura-san.

Best regards, Ruka.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Say what?

"They all left me here? How could they?" she shouted dramatically.

And she finally knew that the drinking thing was Tono's idea all along! Tch, and he even escaped to Hokkaido with Ruka. She swore she was going to give him a good punch when he came back later. Cunning womanizer. And stupid Tsubasa-senpai. How could he forget about his own kouhai and desert her like this?

Mikan puffed her cheeks and had the urge to rip the note apart. Déjà vu, or whatever they called it. "Sheesh! I hate being alone!" she whined.

But that's wrong too. In case you've paid complete attention to the note, someone, someone very dangerous was not listed in the list of people who were gone. You must have known who he was, right?

"You're not alone you know," a voice drawled, "polkadots."

Speak of the devil. . .


Mikan squirmed nervously in her seat; beads of sweat were running at the back of her head. Why was she so nervous you ask? Simple.

It's because of a certain raven-haired lad. Did that ring a bell?

Yup, it's because of Natsume.

He—the cranky man who was obviously mad at her last night, was now sitting on the sofa, both of his feet rested on the edge of it. His face was stoic, reading his trade-mark manga while ignoring everything around him.

Mikan didn't expect anything like this. She completely forgot that Natsume was not going anywhere, so she'd be at least staying in this mansion, for three days, alone with him! That thought alone managed to make her blush a thousand shades of red and she immediately slapped herself mentally for thinking about it!

Well, at least she didn't have to wait for five days. It's a good thing that Koko and Kitsuneme were coming home earlier than expected. Things would be awkward between her and Natsume. Especially, after recalling that he was angry at her for no reason. Now that you think about it, why was he so angry at her again?

She swirled her head and narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, putting her fingers under her chin, stroking it slowly just like a detective making a conclusion. The only different thing was the fact that she was not a detective and had way too low of an IQ to be one.

Ironic, wasn't it?

Okay, back to the topic. So Mikan was obviously staring at Natsume, observing him up and down and studied his every movement.

Unbeknownst to her, Natsume noticed this.

With the snapped on a finger, Natsume's eyes clashed with hers and they stared for a brief second before Natsume broke the silence. "What're you staring at polkadots?" he raised his brows.

She flushed. Did she really stare at him for so long—?

"Yes you were staring." He rolled his eyes. "It was very obvious."

Mikan snarled lowly and muttered, "I'm not staring you moron, who wants to stare at a pervert like you anyway?"

And then Natsume smirked. He freaking smirked.

Mikan blinked. Really, was this Natsume? He was well . . . Unexpectedly calm, way calm to be true. Yesterday he was growling like a tiger and now he's acting all calm? Seriously.

"Hey, Hyuuga. Did men have a period too?" she blurted out, but immediately clasped her mouth closed after realizing what she has said.

Natsume almost—instantly widened his crimson orbs. He growled at her and put his manga down, now completely focusing his gaze on the stupid girl in front of him. With an irritated yet completely amused smirk plastered on his face, he asked, "What made you think that men can have a period, polkadots?"

Mikan puffed her cheeks again at the nickname. "Hyuuga, cut the nickname!" she protested, "And yes. Seeing as you have constant mood swings every day. That made me wonder whether you're straight or not."

Natsume scowled and his lips tugged down. "Are you saying that I'm gay?" he mentioned, "And said the girl who had mood swings even worse than a pregnant woman."

Mikan twitched and her mouth formed a sarcastic smile. "I'm not pregnant. Thank you very much."

Natsume rolled his eyes at her sarcastic remark and knotted a smug grin on his face, "Lame sarcasm you got there, polkadots. And to answer your absolutely idiotic question, we don't have a period. That's disgusting. No, that's sick."

Mikan shrugged. "Just wondering, there's nothing wrong about asking is there?" she alleged curtly.

"Nothing wrong with it," Natsume answered, but as he saw the grin on Mikan's face, he continued, "But of course if the question were from you, you just wasted your curiosity on something that even preschoolers could answer."

Okay, he was back to the old Natsume. "Preschoolers don't know anything about period you pervert!" Mikan bawled, "They're too young to even understand what a period is!"

"But they'll have to understand it, someday, somehow."

"Ew, just stop talking about periods okay? It's getting uncomfortable, talking about this stuff with a guy, not to mention, I'm currently facing the most perverted man in the whole entire universe."

"You're the one who started asking."

They glared at each other and Mikan finally turned her head back. Natsume felt something fishy about her so he was about to ask, but the sound of her stomach roaring clearly erased his intentions of asking. The glutton was hungry, that's why she wasn't able to retort back.

Suddenly, Mikan turned her head, face flushed and a scowl, painted on the face very clearly. "You heard that didn't you?" she asked, voice trembling.

Natsume's lips curved up to an amused smirk. "No, I heard nothing," he replied. "Pig."

Mikan frowned and blushed deeper. "So you heard it after all!" she shrieked. Natsume wanted to laugh at her expression, at her stupid idiotic antics. I mean, who wouldn't?

"Come on, let's get a cook before you're able to touch anything and blow up the kitchen." He managed to keep his stoic face. Needless to say, he couldn't really keep his smirk from appearing, and Mikan noticed this.

Therefore, she chattered her teeth in embarrassment and defeat.

And she made a mental note to ask her mother how to cook before she could embarrass herself any further in the future.


Cold. Weak. Annoyed. Frustrated. Dizzy.

Hyuuga Natsume was feeling that at the same time? Seems impossible? Nope, it was not impossible. The fact that Mikan had accidentally splashed the water to his face was too unpredictable. As keen as he was, he couldn't help but to not notice the water and dodge it. He was, after all, a human. He too could get something like cold. He wasn't able to get a good night sleep and his mind was fully tired. Thanks to a certain loud-mouthed idiot and her acts.

"Umm. . . Hyuuga, I'm so, so, sorry!" Mikan apologized.

Natsume twitched.

He could see the annoying grin that was threatening to spread on her face. Hell, he could even hear light giggles escaped from her mouth. "What's so funny polkadots? This was your fault," he spat coldly. His cheeks were wet, but that made him look like a boy—cute little boy.

That was it.

Mikan exploded with laughter; tears were rolling down her cheek and her cheeks were pink and flushing. Her smile was tugging widely, her chimes of laughter felt melodic. Natsume felt something beat inside his body. This was the first time he saw her smile truly, and not a sarcastic nor a bitter one. Her smile was . . . beautiful. But of course he wouldn't admit that.

Never ever.

He snapped out his thoughts and was about to pinch her cheek for laughing too long for his own liking, after all, he was embarrassed too. "Shut it polka," he hissed and touched her cheek, preparing to pinch it. But what made him dazed was the movement of his own hands that were starting to caress her cheek, feeling the smooth porcelain skin sent him sparks of contentment.

It felt nice, if she was not too stubborn.

Mikan stopped laughing and tensed. They stared at each other, before Mikan broke their gaze and started to look uncomfortable. Natsume noticed this, as his crimson orbs darkened immediately.

He noted her hazel eyes, which were starting to look scared every time he touched her. He felt a pang in his heart; a feeling of prickling that tightened in his chest. The feeling was really foul and this was just like yesterday.

He had to cool himself down for one night and let his mind drift to be able to act upon his senses again. Even that morning, when Ruka had told him that he and Mikan were going to be left alone, he felt like snapping at his own best friend. It wasn't enough though.

And she also tensed at the time when he touched her. She was scared of him after all.

"H-Hyuuga," she squeaked. "Get your hands off my cheek."

Natsume glared. "What's wrong with that? Can't I touch you?"

Natsume's hand moved to her chin; tilting it up slightly so she could meet eye to eye with him. There was no escape.

Mikan sighed and slapped his hands away. "You're the one who's wrong! You're too unpredictable!" Her glare turned colder.

He flinched. "Dammit. Why am I unpredictable?" he growled.

Mikan hovered over him and flushed. "You're angry, then you're teasing me, then you're turning sweet again! What are you implying at? Stop playing will you?"

"But I'm not playing!"

"Oh yeah? Then can you be at least as gentle as Ruka? He ki—" She stopped her words instantly and how she regretted saying those words.

Oh no, what was she saying? The fact that Hyuuga was angry with her was bad enough and she just have to make it even worse. The hurt and rejection that formed on his face the moment after she said those words were like arrows that pierced through her heart.

She had hurt him.

"H-Hyuuga. I-I'm sorry, d-don't mind me, I don't know what I'm sayi—"

"You and Ruka were kissing."

She shook her head. "No, it was not like that! Please, don't misunderstand!"

Natsume ignored her shouting and walked towards her, his bangs covered his eyes; emotions unseen. Mikan felt like trembling as she walked backwards, but her back touched the wall. She was trapped.

"H-Hyuuga."

"What did you and Ruka do?" his cold voice spoke. Mikan didn't reply as she directed her gaze towards the floor, avoiding his gaze but she could still feel that he was angry. "Listen, Hyuuga. Me and Ruka—"

Before Mikan was able to react, Natsume's fingers started to trail on her hair. Her body froze. What's he doing? If he touched her hair, moreover her—

Clip.

Too late. Natsume took her clip and tangled it on his parted lips. Mikan felt her heart thump faster. He tucked on her locks, but his movements stopped. He saw a bluish reddish mark on her earlobe. Evident as ever, his mind reached out to a conclusion.

"What is that, Mikan?" he murmured darkly.

She looked up when he called her name. That was the first time he called her name, and she felt herself weaken in the knees, again. And crap, he was pissed alright.

"T-That? What?" she stuttered. Natsume's crimson orbs flared even more. "Don't pretend like you don't know. What the heck is this?" he hissed as his fingers trailed over her swollen ear.

"H-Hyuuga, please." Her voice was too low to be heard. "You're scaring me."

Natsume's bangs were finally moved and she could see his furious crimson eyes. "So you're afraid of me, yet when Ruka kissed you, you felt nothing?"

"No, it's not like that! He was drunk!"

"I don't care," he growled and slammed his body to hers closely. His mouth traveled to her ear, and his eyes noted the mark Ruka had given to her. "I won't let Ruka have you," he whispered to her ear.

"Hyuuga! Stop—"

Her words were stopped as she felt Natsume nip her other ear. She felt a jolt of electricity running down her spine. Her chest was hammering, and she knew that Natsume could hear it too. But this was wrong. This was bad. She tried to struggle and gave him some punches but instead of backing away, Natsume ignored her punches that had no effect, and licked her earlobe for the last time.

It hadn't ended yet.

"Since Ruka kissed you," he uttered while kissing her jaw. Mikan didn't have enough strength to push him even if she wanted to. But she didn't. She simply couldn't. It's like she was mesmerized by his touch. It was driving her crazy. She really wanted it to stop. But he made it harder every time she wanted to curse him. He was just too cunning.

"Hyuuga, let go—"

"I will take you as well," he implied as their noses touched. Through her blurry eyes, she could feel Natsume's hot breath brushed her cold skin. She could feel the spark when his warm cheek touched her cold one. He neared her lips to hers, preparing himself to feel her.


A/N : Hello dear readers! How are you? Sorry for not updating in such a long time, precisely for two weeks. Well, I've practically meditated for my subjects and I had good marks! My math was terrific! I am so happy, like flying in the air! This chapter was a token of my happiness. Um, and I guess many of you suspected that it was Natsume who saw Mikan right? But I want to make it different, like having a twist. Hahaha…. Sorry! :D

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