Chapter 2 – without caution, you fall.

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A/N meet chapter two, btw I'm new to this whole writing thing, so bear with me if the story sucks.

Although if it's that bad, burn it to the ground kk.

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Home school a blessing or a curse, the best thing about being home schooled is that the lessons are shorter and the curriculum harder, I dread the idea of learning at the same rate other kids our age do, take maths for instance I love maths, numbers and myself just click.
The downside almost out ways the upside. I only have two friends Hontaru Imai and Natsume Hyuuga. They are the only others that survived our years purge, I would love to have more friends that are bubbly and talkative like me, it gets boring trying the converse with two brick walls.

Although my cousin Tsubasa Yukihara is always fun to be around he's older than me and has other things to do than entertain me, Natsume for some reason doesn't like him. But I don't to why…
But my point was that it's impossible to make many friends right now, with the Koizumi's trying there up most to undermine our every move and take us out, me leaving the family grounds isn't going to happen, after all as 'princess' if they got their hands on me it would be like aiming a bullet filled gun at the families heart, then pulling the trigger.

By the age of 4 the tests were becoming more and more extensive, I was taught everything from how to act injured to how to break someone's neck, each exercise more gruelling than the last, I would wake in pain and go to sleep in even more pain, my father was personally training me, so that I would reach my maximum potential, when family business called uncle Shiki would take his place he was just as hard, if not more so, Tsubasa was always willing to spare with me. But after a few days my dad would be back, and I would once again spend most of my time with him.

You might have noticed that I don't speak of my mum much; she's not dead or anything, she just hates anything to do with the family, if it wasn't for my dad and sometimes me she would never have stayed, she chooses to live away from the main office and since I have to stay here permanently I see her maybe once a week.
Our encounters are normally brief and awkward, I don't hate her, and I'm not sure how she feels about me… I know that she never wanted children. But she was obliged to because of who she married. Truth be told I've never really had anything in common with her, except for the fact that we are both girls and share an interest in pretty things like clothes and jewellery. If we talked it would be about that, or she would be bringing me new clothes because I have never been to a mall.

Whereas I would be around my father as much as possible, when he went away I missed him dearly my only comfort being that he would be home soon.
Subsequently when he didn't come home at the scheduled date I was the first to notice, the first to get really worried, the others thought that maybe he had just been delayed, but I knew something was wrong. My gut told me that the deal must have back fired and my dad was in trouble.
It took me less than 24 hours to convince uncle Shiki, he sent someone to check out my father's hotel and the place the deal was meant to be only to find a destroyed hotel room, no sign of the deal ever taking place, and a note addressed to me all it read was:
- 'Don't worry too much, I'll be home soon, remember all that we spoke of, be strong my child. xx'

I knew at that moment, it was more than just a bad deal that forced him into hiding, something much bigger was about to happen.
Unfortunately I didn't have time to worry about my father, with him gone, that left ME his oldest and only air in charge of the family. But I didn't want anything to do with business deals and family matters at the moment; I could only mourn my father.
Instead I appointed uncle Shiki as the temporary house manager. After all he has been my father's right hand man since they were both still toddler's. He knew the families on goings better than the back of his hand.
I on the other hand, I locked myself away. Refusing to eat properly or to talk to anyone… even Hontaru.

It was 2 months into my chosen solitary confinement when Natsume had finally had enough.
He dragged me out of my dark room all the way to the sakura tree, never saying a word.
Once there he pushed me to the ground beneath the shady tree. To start, I tried resisting him, only to discover that I was weak from lack of food and sleep, I slumped to the floor, observing Natsume as he paced back and forth in front of me, eventually he stopped, seeming to take a deep breath before turning to me, eyes blazing.
"MIKAN!" on a normal day that would have caught my full attention - Natsume never calls girls by their first name; normally it's just hag, or ugly. I'm the exception as the pervert likes to refer to me by my underwear pattern – today however I could only bring myself to raise my head in acknowledgement.
"So tell me, what have you found?" He asked once he knew he had my attention, he continued once I didn't say anything clearly taking my silence as an invitation to elaborate, when really I didn't have a clue as to what he was taking about. "About your father's whereabouts…" he looked at me and clearly saw the shock run though my body when I heard my father mentioned, he gaze turned angrily.
"ARE you telling me you have really been sitting around MOPING for TWO MONTHS?" he hissed, getting irritated by my silence. His words stung… could I be helping.
"WISE UP MIKAN! Technically your head of the family now, start acting like it. You can't just be a little girl anymore." I could tell he was trying to provoke me. And it started to work.
I'm not ready to be in control get I can't accept that he's gone!
"What will Yukihara-sama say when he gets back and finds that all his daughter did was isolate herself and shaft her responsibilities onto her uncle. After all he did say he would come home soon."
That did it the idea of him coming back broke through my walls and I cried, truly wept as my heart fell to pieces, I hadn't allowed myself to cry when I discovered the news. I was taught not to cry when faced with sadness. But the tears came freely as I grabbed Natsume, and cried into his clothes making them sopping wet.
"Natsume, I don't know what to do, help me. Please." I continued to cry until my ears were sore and heavy I fell asleep against him, crying even after my eyes had closed.