Bride of the Mafia Lord
#3. My Boyfriend's a Mafia
Nikaidou stood at the boy's dorm staring up to his fair maiden's window once in awhile, waiting. Back against the wall fooling around with the penny in his fingers, flipping it over and up when something disturbed his thoughts. Not far away was his princess; dressed in white lace, jacked from top to bottom, with all the gifts he had poured out his love and money into. White dress, charm knecklace, specially made shoes, and personally made jewelry from Swizterland. Mikoto blushes watching his feet while walking toward the boy, head down. "N-Nikaidou?" He asks blushing. The blond mafia stares at the princess more or less shocked. "I. . . I'll go out with you." The much taller student stares at Mikoto shocked, eyes wide and body frozen. But in a flash the boy is lifted up off his feet and is held in Nikaidou's arms. Shocked Mikoto holds onto his only support and squeals as his NOW lover laughs in joy carrying his love in the air, swinging him around in a circular motion. Tohru and Yujiro clap their hands together staring down at their friend. Mikoto's feet finally meet the ground again while blushing and staring up toward his lover. "So you happy now?" The boy blushes. Nikaidou chuckles, "You betcha." When he suddenly leans down and places a kiss nicely ontop of the boy's hair. Mikoto immediately turns away and blushes. "W-well got studies!" Mikoto quickly makes a run for the dorm's doors but Nikaidou's strong arms come out and grabs onto the boy's arms tightly, keeping him in a tight embrace. The boy stares up towards his schoolmate when he feels breathing close toward his ears saying"I love you." Mikoto closes his eyes as he feels his cheeks change temperature just too abruptly. "Ni-Nikaidou. . .?" His breathing left from his ears to his neck almost feeling as if he was teasing the poor princess out of his skin. "You're so cute." He whispers smiling at the teenage princess' reaction. "I-I gotta go." The boy pulls away and runs to the doors not looking back. Nikaidou watches as the princess leaves, when his followers come out from behind bushes or trees, congratulating their leader for his success. "So? What did you guys do?" Tohru and Yujiro crowd around the poor pink princess as he breathes in long breaths of air. "N-nothing, w-what did you expect?" He mutters, quickly undressing out of the dress pulling off the wig and jewlery. "We're hanging out." He suddenly said. "You guys happy now?" He asks bashfully, leaving the room. Yujiro snickers. "What?" Tohru asks innocently. "He likes it." The blondie turns toward the blue haired teenager still snickering and smirking. "How do you know?" Tohru asked. "Didn't you see? He was blushing like an over-ripe tomato." The two boy stare after the pink princess wondering. Mikoto slams the bedroomdoor behind him and slips to the floor, eyes wide and jaw hanging loose. "I can't believe it can't believe it. . ." The boy thought. His hands on his head as he ponders about what he just did. *RRRINNNGGGG* Surprised at the sudden noise the boy turns toward his cellphone on the bed and checks the number only to see an unknown number. He immediately knew who it was. Nervously the boy places the phone to his ear licking his dry lips, "H-hello?" On the other end"Hey babay." Mikoto shudders. Could this guy get anymore sexy? "W-What do you want idiot?" Said boy slips back onto the floor beside the bed as he hides his face out of embarrassment. "Dinner at 7 o'clock, I'll pick you up." Then *BEEEEEP* A moment of silence for the appalled Mikoto please
"HUH!" Mikoto stares down at the phone. "Don't I get a saying in this?" He shouts, throwing the phone onto the bed. The door opens and Tohru and Yujiro come in, still surprised at the princess' newly decorated room, with a pink closet, a dressing table, and music boxes. "What's wrong you with you princessy?" Yujiro teases sitting onto the bed beside Mikoto as Tohru sits at the dressing table's stool. "He. . . he's taking me to dinner. . . tonight." He mutters again hiding his bashful face. "What? Shouldn't you be happy?" Tohru asks. "The Hell I would be happy? Why should I be?" He shouts stomping away into the bathroom. The blue teenager sighs, "He's always like that geez." Yujiro chuckles"Nah, he's just shy. Check it out." The boy takes Tohru by the arm and carefully peek into the bath(gasp! Naughty! :3) Mikoto soaks himself into a bubbly tub, humming and smiling. "See? He's as happy as spring when winter melts." It was true, somehow Mikoto felt all tingly inside, a type of joy he thought he'd never acquire after his heart was crushed by his ex-girlfriend. Once his bath was finished Mikoto leaves the comfort of the tub and into his room, where his friends sat waiting. He stares at the floor nervously playing with his fingers saying"W-will you guys help me pick?" Yujiro and Tohru smirck. "If you need advice to impress a guy, looking for the two of us is the best thing to do." The two say and quickly pull the boy toward the closet. Changing in and out of every dress there was, Mikoto tried dresses of all colors, asking his friends which jewelry worked with which dress the best. Finally the princess made his decision a sweet white and pink dress, matching white shoes, and an adorable purse to match the outlook. "Wow! He'd fall for you in no time!" Tohru complimented while Mikoto blushes staring at himself in the mirror. "Y-you guys think he'll. . . like it?" He asked. "Like it? He'll Love it!" Yujiro says, smacking the boy on the back. "Now get out there, its already 7 o'clock!" The boy was rushed out of the dorms and once he reached the gates he saw a beautiful, deep blue colored car and Nikaidou leaning against the door wearing his own best clothes. A white tuxedo and furcoat, his hair was pulled back and as he glanced at Mikoto his hot white breath escaped his lips. The princess blushes again as they got closer and closer. "You look astounding." He says. "Um. . . thank you." Mikoto says, as he pushes his hair behind his ears. "Shall we?" Nikaidou pops open the car door while Mikoto makes himself comfortable. The conversation on the road toward the restaurant was quite average to Mikoto's surprise but it was the restaurant that shocked him the most. Japan's top sea food restaurant. "W-wow." Mikoto gasps. "Hope you like seafood." Nikaidou smiles. He escorts his dinner-date toward the entrance and almost immediately the manager of the restaurant spots the two of them. "Master Nikaidou welcome." The kind gentleman says. "This is Wataru Ishigaki, a friend of mine." Nikaidou says. Mikoto bows respectively saying"Nice to meet you sir," A friend? He thought. The guy looks much too old to be called a friend at that rank! "Nikaidou-Sama spoke much of you, Mikoto-Sama." The man says, placing a gentle kiss onto the boy's hand as if he were in the late 50's. "I'll escort you to your private corner." He says and led them through the hallway. A victorian style restaurant with customers wearing their finest fashion was the least that Mikoto was expecting. Must be either millionaires or celebrities, Mikoto thought. The private corner was small and lovely, an evening breeze came through the balcony as the personal violinist came to do his duty. "Would you like to place your order?" Mr. Ishigaki asks. "What would you like sweety?" Nikaidou asks while Mikoto scanned the menu. "Um. . . anything you're eating I guess." Ishigaki turns to Nikaidou as the boy stares at Mikoto rather surprised. "Two special dishes, with your best wine at the side." He says, "Of course sir," The menu was quickly placed as the two spent their entire evening talking and sharing their time together. "Your father must be very proud of you." Mikoto says making Nikaidou chuckle. "I bet he is. He wants me to inherit everything else since my brother is only 3." The pink haired boy stares shocked, "You have a brother?" He asks. "Yep, 3 years old, names Shunichi." Nikaidou pulls out a photo and hands it to Mikoto carefully. "He's cute." The boy smiles. "Looks just like you." The teenager blinks smiling bashfully, "Well I guess we look like our father then." An awkward silence occurs as Mikoto hands back the photo. "I got something for you." Nikaidou says and from his pocket he pulls out a beautiful, white, velvet box. "You didn't have to." Mikoto says, "But I wanted to." Nikaidou smiles as he opens the box revealing a beautiful charm necklace in the shape of a swan. The princess glances at the sight smiling for joy, "Nikaidou its beautiful." He says. "Its for you." Standing up Nikaidou brings the necklace around his lover's neck and chains it back together. "Thank you Nikaidou." Mikoto said when Nikaidou pulls out from his shirt collar. "So we'll always be linked together." A beautiful match. Put the two together and they link forming a heart. "I love it." Mikoto says, fondling the necklace. "I'm glad you do." Nikaidou says as he takes the boy's hand in his and squeezes onto it tightly. Time passes by quickly and soon the clock struck 9 o'clock. The two drove back to the school and walked towards the dorms, holding hands. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Nikaidou asks a tired but happy Mikoto. The boy nods, "Y-Yeah." turning away but is again caught by the arm and pulled around. This time their lips locked. Mikoto feels his heart leap to his throat as warm, strong arms surround his waist. Their bodies collide, warmth is exposed to the entire system as Mikoto feels himself being pushed gently toward the wall. The kissing felt like hours but their lips part in a matter of seconds. The boy breathes for air when Nikaidou dove for another. Their fingers fondled one another hearing the evening voices of the trees while embracing each other. Mikoto feels his lover's hands move from his neck, to his back, and from his back to his waist again and then lower. It was too hot and much too eccentric to even notice what was going on, but in a matter of minutes Mikoto breaks free of his addiction. "I gotta go." He says and speeds toward the dorms, looking back toward Nikaidou who is in a hot mess, waving good bye to his princess and licking his lips. Mikoto waves one last time and escapes into the dorms. He rushes to his room and notices his friends already sound asleep. Closing the door quielty behind him, Mikoto heaves air into his lungs still feeling the hotness on his lips and the sweet taste. Quickly changing into his pajamas the boy lies onto the bed, his fingers fondling his lips as he mezmerized the feeling, chuckling to himself. Nikaidou seemed like a totally different person at the dinner table from when he first confessed to him. A rugged fighter during a confession yet an independent, strong man at the table. He showed emotions, such as pain when Mikoto refused him, happiness when he was accepted and even greater happiness when they had their first date together. Mikoto rolls around his bed almost uncontrollably. Is this love? He asks himself. If it is, I'll never let go of it. The princess closes his eyes and dreams off into his fairytale world of everlasting happiness.
Meanwhile. . .
Nikaidou throws off his fur coat standing at the window staring out into the evening view. In his hand and at his ear he answers the phone, "Hey pops, yeah the date went well. He said he'd eat anything I did." The boy chuckles, "He's cute. . . I'll see if I can bring him over for summer visits. Okay, see you, bye pops." Nikaidou throws the phone onto the couch and pulls out of his neck the matching charm necklace and smiles to himself.
To Be Continued. . .
