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Chapter Five: You Freaking Lying Detector

Mikan swayed her door open and immediately sinked in her bed to find the comfort she badly needed. It was only then that she comprehended how much her whole body ached. From head to the longest nails on her toes…she wondered if Natsume felt like this every night.

She remembered their accidental rendezvous. The picture of the way he grimaced with pain as he, bit by bit, recognized her kept flashing in her memory.

"Mik-"

She had left him hanging, probably as confused as he'll ever be. Mikan fought the urge to go directly to his dorm and apologize. For if she did, she knew that it would only make things more complicated.

Instead, she opened her window and used her arms to lean her upper body against the sill, hoping that the refreshing breeze would cleanse her and take her mind off Natsume.

She left it as it is and crawled to the other side of her bed to get new, dirt-less night clothes. She was too tired and drained of energy to go to the bathroom, so she started stripping out in the open. It felt better anyways with the draft cooling her skin.

Mikan had her filthy shirt halfway across her chest when a sudden voice infiltrated the stillness of the night.

"Polka Dots," Natsume said. Sitting on her window sill and with her top raised high enough, he now clearly saw the afflictions that dotted every visible part of her body.

He winced at the sight.

It took Mikan a prolonged period to register that he was there.

"N-n-n-n," she stuttered uncontrollably. "Natsume?"

He observed with his usual blank and blunt expression.

'He followed me?' she thought. 'Oh, God. Natsume! You weren't supposed to, dumbass!'

She alertedly pulled her shirt back down and marched towards the boy. With a sweep, she began to force him out, trying to cloak her face as much as possible so he couldn't see that she had grazes there, too. "G-get out of here! Can't you see I'm changing?"

He ignored her useless attempts and merely stared at her, his arms instinctively blocking any punches thrown at him. His eyes tried to scan the places where she wasn't hurt, but he couldn't spot any. Mikan was injured. Everywhere.

Taking both of her wrists in a strong hold, Natsume leaped off the window and pinned her body to ground, careful not to do it so hard. He had easily held her down in one clean, shot.

"G-get off me!" she wailed. "Get off me, you bloody pervert!" Silence. "Natsume!" Her face began to burn even more. She wasn't sure if it was because of the humiliation of how they were positioned right now, or if it was due to the boy himself (him having the alice of fire and all), but all she cared about was knowing what was running through his crazy head.

Attacking her like that; in the middle of the night too!

"You…"he murmured. Mikan stopped flopping around and stiffened at the sound of his low, husky voice. "Why the hell were you with Persona?"

She held her breathe when their eyes had a crashed encounter. As ever, his fiery gaze was as focused and firm as it could be. But the longer they had contact, the deeper she could see into them.

It happened before. The marbles of his wore the same attire as when Mikan was dragged out of class because she was needed present at the HSP's office. Anxiety. Uneasiness. Only this time they were more obviously shown.

She tried to drive these thoughts away. As if the great Hyuuga Natsume would give a damn about her.

"What are you talking about?" the brunette finally answered.

Tch, so she won't tell the truth, huh? I expected much. "Why were you with Persona at this time of the night?" he impatiently repeated.

"What? Have you been drinking or something? I was here the whole time." Mikan averted her gaze away from him and pointed it to her left. She was not going to let him find out. At least, not in this early stage of the game.

"How'd you get injured this bad?"

"I fell."

"There's no stairs here."

"I jumped off my window."

"Why?"

"I-I…I wanted to fly."

Natsume sighed. Sometimes he hated how stubborn she was. He hated how she won't let anyone worry about her; how she carried all the burden herself. There are times when you need to rely on others, and Mikan never succumbed to those moments.

He inched his face closer to hers. "I'll kiss you." He was ready to use any method to make her talk. Absolutely anything. "Unless you tell me."

"W-what?" She exclaimed.

"Talk."

She tried to push him off again. His bind remained unmovable. "I won't! How many times do you think you've kissed me, huh? Another won't make a difference!"

"So," Natsume whispered. "You are hiding something."

Oh, crap. Mikan thought. She can't run away, now.

"You're right. Another kiss won't do anything. But-" He leaned into her and seductively skimmed the skin on her collar bone with his lips and the tip of his tongue. "-it's not the only I can do."

The trapped girl violently blushed. The area he touched grew hotter by each breathe he exhaled on it. She jumped about even more. "W-w-w-w-what the hell! What did you do?"

"I licked," he replied, jokingly sticking his tongue out.

"Why?"

"Because you said a kiss won't make you confess." He smirked. "You know, refusing won't help. It only encourages me to get more personal."

"P-p-p-p-p-personal…?" Damn it. Mikan you idiot, stop stuttering.

"Yeah…personal." Natsume lowered his mouth into her ear and blew a soft, warm air to it. "I won't do any more than this if you speak up."

She twitched at the sound of his deep, manly voice. She couldn't believe it was the same of the brat's he used to be five years ago. Considering all it's been through, it's only natural it would progress to this. "We're only fifteen," she muttered in return. "You can't possibly do anything else."

"Wrong." Natsume backed up to let her have a good look at his fun, scheming smile. "I'm sixteen."

He started to move closer and closer, his lips obviously targeting hers. Something in Mikan's gut told her that this won't be the normal, playful kisses he used to give her.

Oh God, oh God. Oh God. Oh God. I have to get away…

She thrashed her head from side to side, thinking it'd be more helpful than just laying there and letting him get an effortless kill. But it was of no use, his mouth didn't stop.

Ugh, he isn't serious, is he? Well, this is Natsume I'm talking about; the boy who won't quit until he gets what wants. Okay…well, a kiss won't be so bad. If he uses tongue, then…I guess that won't be so bad either.

…Mikan! Don't let your feelings get in the way of this! A french kiss is definitely bad! What are you think, God!….Wait. He won't stop with this…will he? Oh crap, no he won't! He'll go even farther. Shit.

Okay. Whatever. Anything goes as long as you don't tell him. Absolutely don't; that's number one priority. It's already difficult enough with him trailing right behind you.

Mother, Father. I'm sorry. I think I might lose my virginity tonight. And only at fifteen. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that your daughter turned out to be an easily influenced whore. But understand, it's for a good reason. For a good reason…

"Mikan…" Natsume murmured.

Mikan snapped back into reality at the harmony of his tone. Only then that she saw how puny the distance was between their lips was already. At this realization, one sole thought came across her head, ignoring the others.

He won't stop with just this.

"W-wait!" she screamed, halting Natsume at the very last second. "…Wait. Um, I-I'll talk."

He sighed as he allowed his head to hang, causing his raven hair to brush Mikan's chin. "Damn. I was close, too. You have the worse timing, Polka Dots. You know that?"

"Wha-"

"Okay," he interrupted. He loosened his grip and let her wrists go. Sliding slowly off of her, he sat his back against the wall under the window of which he came in from. One leg lay flat as the other angled up itself so he can rest his arm on it. "Explain."

Mikan propped her elbow up to look at him unbelievably, then she completely sat up and positioned both of her legs to the side.

Should I just make a story up? I don't know how convincing it'll be, but it's better than nothing…

"And don't try to lie you way out. I won't leave until I get the solid truth."

She flinched. She forgot about how long they've known each other and about his incredible ability to detect whether she was telling the truth or not.

When she looked at him to deny it, she, as it always happens, caught sight of his eyes.

Crimson. Fierce. Igniting in the depths of of his silhouette.

That's when she sighed in defeat. She knew she couldn't lie to him, she never succeeded in doing so.

Mikan sucked in a breathe and began to tell him of her berserk last two days.

Sorry, this chapter was a little steamy. But I did warn you guys(; and sorry again for not having humor in this at all. Don't worry, there's a lot more coming up!

Stay smexy!