StarElsie: Yeah. It is sad but at least they got one child, right? Thanks for reviewing. (By the way, I wanted it that Natsume would blame Akane but maybe next time, I want my first to have a good ending.

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NOW HERE IS THE FIRST ONE SHOT. I MAY TAKE LONG IN POSTING THE SECOND AND LAST ONE. IT WOULD BE IN AKANE'S POV.

SA~ ENJOY!


MY DAUGHTER'S QUARREL AND THE PAST

(Natsume's POV)

I am now at the age of thirty-seven and my daughter had grown to be a gorgeous woman like her mother at the age of seventeen.

Yes, you got that right. Akane is currently seventeen with a blossoming high school and romance life.

Well, being the daughter of Mikan and Natsume Hyuuga, you get to receive a lot of attention.

"Dad? Where are you?"

"In the study."

Before I could prepare for any of Akane's rantings, my door opened with a bang.

"Dad! He is such a jerk. Being the son of Aunt Hotaru and Uncke Ruka does not make him that famous! He is so full of himself. Though he is kind and a loving boyf- Whatever! Dad, I am breaking up with him tomorrow. That's my first agenda for tomorrow."

If you are wondering, yeah. Akane is with a relationship with Hotaru and Ruka's son. If you wanna know what he is like, just read.

(A/N: for those who actually wanted to have a MikanXRuka pairing, forgive me if I did not do it in the real story. But I will suffice for it here in this one-shot. By the means of their children of course.)

I really find this scene funny, but I already know what this means. My girl is having her PMS. This scene happens almost every month, just a little teasing from her boyfriend would blow her patience out of its harbour and he would burst like this. But if I know my best friend's son I'm guessing he'll be here in about…now.

"Master, is the little mistress with you? Mr. Nogi wants to talk with her." Our butler knocked.

"Tell him, she'll be there in a minute."

"Okay, sir."

When the butler was out of range, Akane began her rantings again.

"I am not talking to that arrogant, obnoxious and perverted blackmailer. He may have gotten Uncle Ruka's good looks and Aunt Hotaru's brain but he's got a personality way out of league."

"Akane, he is your boyfriend. Talk with him. What did you fight about anyway?"

"He took an embarrassing photo of me and showed it to Aunt Hotaru and Uncle Ruka."

"Just for that?"

"Yes! And it is not 'just'. It is an embarrassing picture."

"He only showed it to Hotaru and Ruka, what's wrong with that?"

"Dad, he showed them a picture of me about to take off my uniform to change. He saw me in my freakin' bra."

"I've seen worse."

"What?"

"I've seen your mother's underwear almost every other day."

"You're a pervert."

"What if I am?"

"Whatever. But I am not and I mean not talking to him."

"Fine. How are you gonna be able to break up with him if you are not going to talk with him?"

"I-!"

"No retorting anymore. Just go down there face him and whatever you two do, I'll not interfere."

"Dad, I-!"

"Akane."

"Fine." She sighed in defeat. "I wonder how mom was ever able to tame you to do her bidding."

"She was the only one who successfully did."

"I can see that you really love mom. For the past seventeen years that she wasn't with us, you never looked at another woman. You did not even think of giving me another mom."

"No woman is perfect enough to be the stepmother of Mikan and Natsume Hyuuga's daughter."

"Dad, I think I'll forgive him today."

"I thought you were gonna break up."

"Changed my mind. I love him after all." She said before opening the door and leaving to meet her boyfriend.

I sighed. My daughter has grown so much. I looked out the window.

"If only you can see this, Mikan." I whispered.

"Mou! Papa is talking to himself again!" I heard Akane as she entered the study.

"I thought you were going to talk with Hazuki?"

"Oh. He's right behind me."

"Hey, Uncle Natsume." He mused.

"How are you? You had a fight with Akane again?"

"No, it was more like a one-sided thing. I had no idea what she got angry about."

"Well, you took a picture of my daughter in her freaking underwear. Who wouldn't freak out?"

"I thought it was just normal. After Akane stormed off, mom and dad talked of how we resembled you and Aunt Mikan. How were you back then?"

"Well, I always peeked under her skirt and see what the pattern of her panty was for the day."

Hazuki laughed rolling on the floor.

"If you want to see what she looked like all flustered and angry, why don't we call your parents? You can have dinner here too."

"Sure. One sec." he excused himself and talked on the phone.

"Hazuki?"

"Yes?"

"Tell your mom- never mind, give your phone to me." Hazuki handed his phone over and at the same time, the butler came.

"Sir, what shall we prepare for dinner?"

"The Nogi's will eat here."

"Got it, sir." Then he left. I put the phone on my ear.

"I-Hotaru?"

"Were you about to call me Imai? Goodness Natsume, its hs been more than a decade since I became a Nogi, I can even say that it might be two decades to be exact."

"Shut up." Starting when Hotaru married Ruka, I had to call her by her first name, it's tiring really.

"So what do you want?"

"Have dinner over here. Hazuki is here and they want to see Mikan's different faces."

"I'll bring everything anyway."

"Tell your husband to hurry up."

"I'm dropping this call now." (BEEP)

I gave Hazuki his phone back.

"They're coming now. Let's wait at the living room?"

"Sure."

We walked past hallways until we reached the grand stair case. Hazuki stopped and looked at a painting on the wall on top of the staircase.

"Hey Uncle, I have been meaning to ask but I always slip the chance to. Who made this painting?"

I looked at the painting that Hazuki asked about.

"Actually, all of the paintings here in our house except for one was made by your Aunt herself."

"What? Mom did?"

"Yes. Your mom was actually very good at art. She usually has a sketchpad with her."

"That one thing that she did not make, which is it?" I smiled at them and walked to the opposite direction.

"Follow me."

"Dad? Why are we going back to the study?"

"Because it is there."

"Who made it?"

I opened the door to my study and stopped in front of a portrait.

"I did. I made this for your mom on her first death anniversary."

"It's abstract."

"Yes. I was not that good at concrete painting."

"Why is it a mother and child?"

" 'She would have been a great wife and mother.' Was what was on my mind when I painted it."

"This image beside it. Who is this frowning teen?" Akane asked.

"This is Uncle Natsume, right?" Hazuki asked.

"Yes. This was her first piece when she was already confined home."

"Confined?"

"Yes, when she was pregnant with you, her body had to avoid being tired. As a past-time while waiting for me to go home from school, she would paint or maybe sketch."

"Sketch?"

"Yeah. If you visit again, I'll prepare her sketches and other works. Actually, there are still a lot but I could not find a place to put them in anymore."

"Dad, that photo on the wall on top of the staircase, who was that man?"

"Let's go down there. I'll tell you its story."

"Okay."

We all walked to the stair case and we all faced the portrait.

"This painting is superb, it is clear that it was made delicately." Hazuki commented.

"This was the last piece she made. Her hands were already getting shaky, but she insisted that this will be the last. And I allowed her to."

"I don't get it." Akane said with a frown as she looked at the painting.

"Well, you mother told me the reason behind this and I will never forget. She made it this way because…"

(Mikan's words)

"Why did you paint something like that?"

"That's because, when I met Natsume it was spring and the cherry blossoms were in bloom."

"But why is your person there carrying a child? Is that me?"

"That is you and that child in your arms is our child. I mixed the image of the time I saw you first and my dream of you carrying and smiling down on our child."

"Smiling? That does not even look close to a smile."

"If I curve it upward more, it would seem like you are being plastic. This was the smile I fell for. This is your true smile, Natsume."

"Are you still not done yet?"

"One more detail…and… I'm done!"

The picture was finished.

The painting was in spring bloom, cherry blossom petals were falling and there stood a lad(Just to the waist) somewhere a little to the left of the picture, he was not facing directly forwards and he was holding a child in his arms. He had a small smile on his features, his crimson eyes even reflected his feeling.

(End)

"So that's it."

"What have you three been doing?" The voice of Hotaru sounded through the hall.

"Well, Uncle Natsume was telling us memories of the past."

"Well, I have more here if you want." She said.

"Let's talk about that over dinner."

We walked to the dining hall as I saw the butler seeming to signal us that dinner was ready.

Hazuki and Akane talked with Hotaru about Mikan and Hotaru was pulling out photos as we went.

"So Natsume, How is life?"

"Excellent." I said as I saw the painting of Mikan on the dining room.

It was a painting of their family smiling with Mikan holding a baby Akane, Natsume hugging Mikan by the waist while holding baby Akane's little hands.


HERE IT IS GUYS!

Signing out~ FrozenCrimsonCroissant ^.^