Japan Look Out!
By xAvenging Angelx

Hyuuga is going down.

Say goodbye,
As we dance with the devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eye
As we dance with the devil tonight

xXx

Hotaru's P.O.V

I absently brushed through my hair, making sure that it looked perfect. I was Mai, Hotaru, the Ice Queen, Miss Stoic, and I wasn't one that liked to look like I just woke up. I tapped my foot impatiently as I narrowed my eyes. Mikan took so long to get from one place to another. It wasn't that hard to walk about 150 paces or so. Once she got to my side, I hit her lightly on her side of her head, "Idiot, what took you so long?"

"Oh… It was… Nothing," Mikan spoke through clenched teeth. A raging fire burned through her hazel eyes as I took note of how her hand clenched and unclenched into a ball. She glanced down and stuffed her fist into her pocket and looked up at me with a sheepish grin.

"Really now?" I asked with an arch of my eyebrow, "It definitely looks like something more."

"Meaning?" she asked.

"Your hand, when you are mad you flex your hand a lot. There's a fire in your eyes that you don't usually get unless we meet with Hell Fire or putting on a cold front. You're pissed to sum it up," I offered out to her as we both smoothly walked over to the place that we left Mikan's father. We took our time, walking in silence as she mused over what she was going to say to me.

She finally spoke up, "I'm sure you saw what happened, Hotaru. You and you're skills. You probably even have pictures!"

She chuckled as I held in a smile. But the twinkle in my eye didn't go by unnoticed by Mikan. She continued, "But I'm guessing you want my first hand experience. So there was that guy. Black hair, crimson eyes. He bumped into ME. Not the other way around. So when I got up, he was all like 'you should be! God, and nice choice that you have there, insert my underwear.' I'm wearing JEANS for God's sake! That man is a big FAT pervert!"

"He looked pretty fit to me, Mikan," I joked.

She shook her head vehemently, skipping the fact that I was in a pretty good mood currently. Knowing that Michelle was going to meet us here was pretty cool. I haven't seen her in a long while, since her last trip to America to be exact, though I have written her letters. I shook my head of the thought of Michelle, and went back to the realms of Earth and heard Mikan complaining, "He's such a pervert! He looked at my underwear! That's SO not right! I would've beaten him up but that would've blown my cover straight away. That little son of a beach."

"Beach? I think the correct term would be bitch, Mikan. Or if you didn't want to swear, it would've been son of a female dog," I rattled as I shot my friend a glance. She was fuming and even a blind person could see it. Her lips were pressed together firmly, her eyes were narrowed down into slits, and steam was practically visible. I shook my head at the sight of her. I was about to comment, but something else caught my eye. I saw her father, finally. And…

"Isn't that the dude that saw your underwear?" I asked, "You know, by your father?"

Her hazel eyes bulged. Her index finger was thrust out in an accusing manner and she snarled, "That little fudging witch! I will so— "

I clapped a hand over her mouth and the other hand pushed her arm down. There was no need to call attention to us. With her gaping mouth that will attract flies and finger, we would've been spotted immediately. I told her to calm down and when she grudgingly nodded, I let go of her. I stood on my tippy-toes and spied at what they were saying. I had a gift of lip-reading.

"What are they saying?" Mikan asked, obviously catching onto what I was going. I pressed a finger to my lips and watched the two men speak.

"Are you serious, Mr. Sakura?!" I read the lips of the crimson eyes boy.

"Yes, I'm serious, Natsume," I read Mr. Sakura's lips and commented, "We learned his name, Mikan."

She chuckled and ushered me to continue. Continuing on Mr. Sakura, I kept going, "And I would appreciate it if you called me dad, daddy, father, or pops. I don't care, just don't use Mr. Sakura. It makes me feel weird."

"What the fu— " Mikan gasped as I whispered shut up and gave her a glare to silence her.

I saw that the boy, Natsume had nothing interesting to say; I glanced at Mikan and coldly spoke to her, "Continue. Only, don't use the foul language that God Knows where you picked it up from. You sound so low class."

"Sorry, mother," she rolled her hazel eyes at me, "Anyways, What the fucking hell?! That guy cannot be my fucking brother! I will NOT accept him as family! Screw this, I'm out."

She stormed away, but I grabbed her arm. I glared at her until I saw that she was ready for my lecture, "Okay. You are so low class swearing your head off like that. There's no prize in getting the most swears put into a fucking sentence, got it? And he CAN'T be your brother. He's at least half of a brother or adopted. Seeing that he called your father Mr. Sakura, I think that he was adopted. And no, you aren't going to screw anything because I would punch you if you lost your virginity and call you a cheap whore for the rest of your life. And you aren't out of anything. You dragged me to Japan, you're staying here with me or I'll make your life a living hell, got it?"

Mikan stared back at me defiantly, "How come you get to swear and I can't?"

"Because I'm rich. And two. I don't swear as much as you do, Miss Swears a lot in just one sentence," I replied back smoothly.

"Ugh, I hate you."

"I know. I hate you too."

"I hate you more!"

"I hate you most, so in your face," I snapped back with a twinkle in my eye. We both looked at each other and she burst into fits of giggles. I just watched her. My Ice Queen status would be in ruins if anyone finds out that I'm actually capable of laughing.

"I'm happy of seeing both of you enjoying your time here at the airport. But can we move it into the car?" a rumbling voice asked from behind us as a strong hand was placed on their shoulders. Hotaru could only guess that it was Mr. Sakura. He was the only man to touch them freely and tell them to get into a car. If it were to be some random guy, he wouldn't even be standing right now.

"Sure, Daddy," Mikan said brightly as the father chuckled and let go of us. I faced the man and merely nodded.

"Hey, Mr. Sakura, who is that?" I gestured to the boy behind him… It's not like I had x-ray vision to see him since he's a little over Mikan's dad's height. Also, a light shadow was cast over Mr. Sakura. Still, Mr. Sakura and that kid looked at me startled. I smirked at their expression and discreetly took a picture of their surprised faces that lasted for half a second.

The father cleared his throat and replied, "Well, this is Natsume Hyuuga. His parents… Away on a business trip right now."

"Meaning they died in a fire," Natsume replied solemnly with a hard look crossing on his face as he crossed his arms together. It was as if he was challenging us to defy him and make fun of him. As much as I would have liked to make him suffer, that was deep stuff. And the father was here. My fun as ruined… I sighed inwardly. Stupid parental unit.

"So, I adopted him because the house felt lonely without Mikan yelling about," the father chuckled as Mikan blushed a dark red and it covered her whole face. She playfully slapped her dad on the shoulder and protested.

"Just playing, darling," Mr. Sakura laughed as the father and daughter shared a hug.

"Disgusting," Natsume mumbled under his breath, talking to himself. I had to agree with him. It wasn't exactly normal to see a daughter and father hugging so intimately. But the Sakuras' were always one of a kind and open and friendly. I knew Mikan's mother before she passed away and she was one of the friendliness women I have ever met. I was kind of jealous of Mikan and her real parents. They were so happy go lucky and so… Just not like how I grew up. That's why I wanted to protect Mikan so much.

After that thought, my eyesight flickered over to the family and Natsume and I trailed after them to the car. We kept silent, as Mikan and her father were laughing together and reminiscing. Natsume and I were so alike on a couple of levels; I found it laughable. We rolled our eyes at the pair whenever they got corny.

"You changed the car, daddy," Mikan stated, "It used to be a Toyota Corolla, not this."

"Welcome to your new life, honey. Things have changed," the father chuckled once again. Is the only thing that this man do is to chuckle?! It pisses me off. Mikan and I placed our luggage in the middle of us as we both claimed a window seat. Most parents don't get why the window seat was so important. I'll list the reasons of what good it comes too. Escape. The window seta is right by the door so you don't have to wait to get out of the car. More space because the middle seat is usually cramped up. And you get to see the scenery and you get to see it close-up. Unlike the middle seat person, that person has to look over the head of a window seat person.

As the engine purred to life, I leaned on the side and held up my head with my palm. My I-pod was plugged back into my ear and Dance with the Devil played in my ear. That was one of my favorite songs. I wasn't the typical girl who liked pop or any of those wanna-be bands. I'm hardcore. Okay, so that's a little fib, but still. I'm not into Taylor Swift and her stupid songs. I like her message, but not her singing style. I'm not crazy, listening to stuff like I Cum Blood, because… I'm not metal, but oh well.

My eyes wandered out of the window and it rested on the rear mirror where I saw Natsume looking straight at me. I rolled my eyes and glared at him. Usually, when people saw my glare, they backed down. But no, stupid big ass Hyuuga had to glare right back at me. He's supposed to be petrified of me, not gazing back at me coolly with his crimson eyes! He was inhumane to face up to me. I smirked to myself, Hyuuga. You are SO going down. I promise you that.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw Mikan sitting there, trying not to make a sound. I smirked again, that's an obedient person. I swear, you have to train these people to stay this obedient. She knew that if she was part of a distraction when I'm in a glaring contest, she was going to get it. As in, she would be dead if anything happened. Natsume looked at me a bit confused about the reason behind my smirking, but it wasn't part of his business. Oh, he's SO going to get it when I'm through with him. Beware, Hyuuga. Beware. I hope he had said good-bye as he dances with the devil tonight.

xXx

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