I never thought that someday she'll let go of my hand. Leaving me standing still while she's running away.
I've always seen her as my precious little sister. Blame my parents for not having another child after me. Yes, I was born on November to be the one and only Hyuuga's child.
Then one day, my mother opened our childhood's photograph. Revealing the 2 months-old Natsume Hyuuga held hand with the newly-born Mikan Sakura as if they've known each other so well. I saw the picture was taken on January, on her birth day. "Take care of her as a man, okay?" that's what my mother said to me. I know. We know that his father had passed away before she was born.
At that time, I still couldn't understand what my mother meant. Of course I'll protect her as my own sister even I haven't been a man yet. She's just an ordinary little girl. Fragile. And not really beautiful either.
Until one day, first spring in junior high school. She said to me "My friends told me that I should learn about fashion and make up. They said it's a waste if I don't do it" I just looked at her meaningless.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" she suddenly asked, out of the blue.
I was speechless at that time. How can she, my little sister, asking me something that's so obvious? "Of course not. Who'll find a little girl like you attractive?" I said without a feeling of guilty because I really meant it.
She pouted then punch me hardly and repeatedly in the arm "Idiot!" then stuck out her tongue "Just watch, Natsume. I can be a beautiful woman one day so every man will fall for me," I almost laughed to hear that. I thought she's just joking. Every time we talk is a joke after all.
But I never thought that day will come. The day when I really regretted my words and myself for being a male.
"Isn't she Mikan Sakura? The girl from our class in junior high school?"
Every man she's passing couldn't help their jaw dropping.
"I know that she's pretty, but I never thought that she'll be this gorgeous,"
"Hey, Natsume," I closed my text book to see someone who has called my name "Aren't you Mikan's best friend?"
"So?" I looked at him without noticing that my normal gaze has turned out to be more like a glare.
"Can't you give this letter for her?"
"A letter," I handed her a white letter from the previous boy in my class. Her usual smile got wider while opening and reading it.
"I never thought a love letter on the first day in senior high," me neither, "So I guess I'll be more popular than the rising star, Natsume Hyuuga, huh?" she grinned at me playfully.
"In your dream, stupid," how can I, the famous model who has just debuted in the last year of junior high school, lost to her, an ordinary little girl that has just received one love letter on the first day in senior high school? "Can't you just go back to your usual modest and clever girl image?"
She folded back the letter, "Why should I? It's not that my grade's going down or something," then she came to a conclusion, "Oh! The Natsume Hyuuga is jealous, isn't he?" she pokes his cheeks playfully for several times while laughing hard.
"Go away! I hate the smell of make up so much, you know!"
Until now, I still couldn't understand why I yelled and got mad at her at that time, why I said the dumbest reason that I hate the smell of make up while the make up artist's always make upping me before the photo shoot. Her laugh stopped due to my loud voice "I'm just kidding you know," she looks at me worriedly. Then the rest of our walk to home was so silent, "I'll go inside now. Take care, Natsume." she broke the silence just to get inside her house then closed her gate.
The next day, I know she's still using the make up but she keeps it natural and thin this time. Tolerate my ego. I know.
"Natsume, you're the best friend of Mikan Sakura, right?" I looked to the talking guy expressionless. I know what he's gonna ask next "Can't you tell me her e-mail?"
My guess's never been wrong after all, "I don't know hers because it won't be needed for close neighbors,"
"Tell me her weight, height, breast size,—"
"I'll tell her that some pervert is trying to know about her," I said as a matter of fact-ly.
"N-no, don't tell her! I'm so sorry,"
And the boys ended up avoiding me when they wanted to know her.
Pathetic. You can say that for them. But every single time a boy came to ask about her. I can't help my eyes glaring at them as my grips got tighter while there's some un-describe-able feeling hit my chest painfully. Like a tornado which successfully ruin me upside down.
God, how can you do this to me?
Me for being so pathetic,
for loving my own little sister?
He groans while sitting up his body and clenching his fist to his hair "Stupid dream," looked so frustated.
This is the end of chapter 2.
Be free to comment me or giving me a beta reading.
I'll be happy to correct all my mistakes :)
For those who comment my first chapter:
EchizenRyoma, It's just some ordinary lipgloss from her fanboys. I've edited the first chapter so It'll be clearer. Thanks for being so precise :)
Loveless-Romance-Addict7 and CathLuvbear, I granted your wishes. This is the 2nd chapter! Sorry for the lack of words ;;_;;