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Chapter 1:The Start Of Fate's Roulette

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A year later..

In the Sakura Household..

"Youichi, come here." Yuka Sakura beckoned her 5-year-old son who was steadily standing at her bed's farthest edge as her arms cradled her little child. The woman had light brown hair that reached a few centimeters past her shoulders and her hair complimented her radiant hazel brown orbs that had some hints of forest green on them.

Youichi Hijiri Sakura blinked at her, and after a few seconds, he obeyed her.

He carefully hopped on the bed and crawled his way to her, but he settled a half-meter or less from her with his emotionless light blue orbs were darted to her mother's arms. His hair was slightly messy and he got the same color as her mother's.

"This is your baby sister." She told him as she flashed him a smile. She moved closer to him so he could have a better look of his sister, while he did not move from his spot.

He glanced up to her, "Baby… sister?" He repeated innocently as she nodded. Then, he returned his attention back to his sister, "Okaa-san, what's her name."

"Her name is Mikan." She answered, earning a nod of understanding from the little boy.

Wanting for him to talk more and curious as to what he had in mind, she queried. "What can you say about her?"

"Hmm…" Youichi pondered on it for a few seconds, and afterwards, his nose wrinkled. "She's small."

The light brown headed woman suppressed her chuckle into a smile and patted his head, at the same time, the other was securely holding Mikan. He, on the hand, let her be. She then withdrew her hand from his head as she was about to say something, but she stopped it when she saw little Mikan's delicate hands made some movements and her fingers alternately curl and uncurl themselves. That made an idea to come to her mind.

"Do you want to hold her hand, Youichi?' She proposed.

Finding that unexpected, his head flickered up with his eyebrows rose up and his eyes displayed pure surprise, "I can?"

"Of course." She reassured, smiling. Her son had been silent, too silent, from the whole time they had arrived. Furthermore, he had kept a good distance away from that and that wholly worried her. However, witnessing his current reaction, that surely pulled her worry out.

With the given permission, Youichi slowly reached his sister's hand, and as soon as his fingers came in contact with hers, he stiffed with shock running across his features.

His display triggered for another smile to grace Yuka's lips. Her son only shows his emotions on rare occasions for he could his them pretty well even with his young age, and to see them spontaneously spilling from him could be an improvement on his part.

Actually, the reason behind his spill of emotion was because of the small, cradle culprit. She was holding the fingers that her hands were able to contain, and to Yuka's relief, Youichi, whose shock was roughly contained, did not pull his fingers out of his sister's gasp.

Instead, he held those in his.

"Mi… kan." The light brown headed bow said her name, giving her hand a light squeeze that Mikan unconsciously returned.

As their mother observed the brother-sister exchange in silence, she found herself confused at the sight of Youichi's ascending left brow. She was about to ask him, though, he spoke first.

"Your hands are small, too." He remarked as a smile ran on his thin lips.

His observant, straight-forward statement received a soft chuckle from their mother when she realized that she was worrying for something she should not.

Years later..

"Wake up, sweetie. We're almost there." Yuka repeated for an undetermined time as she tapped on the shoulder of her sleeping 13-year-old daughter. Unfortunately, she earned the same, exact result.

A murmur. An incomprehensive murmur.

By the looks of it, she could tell that her daughter could have shifted and cover herself under her comforter… if she was in bed. However, she wasn't. They weren't. Rather, they were in a carriage that would bring them to the Palace.

She released a retiring sigh with a shake of her head. And thus, she made a new attempt to wake her daughter up again, "Mikan, wake up. We're almost there."

After that, a wave of relief came to her when Mikan's eyelids begun to flutter open that exposed her sleepiness on her hazel brown orbs. The newly-awakened brunette lifted her head up as she weakly blinked the slumber off her eyes. She stretched her arms forward, then bender her right and let out a yawn. Her arms then returned to her side as her eyes were still droopy and dazed.

Her right hand travel up to rub the sleepiness off her eyes, and after a few rubs, she placed it back on her lap, though, it slid down and took its place on her leg's side.

Finally feeling that the rubbing trick had worked its wonders like the usual, she opened her eyes again with no more traces of her previous nap since they were radiant again.

She turned her head to where her mother was and offered a smile, "Ohayou, Okaa-san."

"Ohayou, Mikan." Yuka greeted back, and in an instant, concern took over her facial expression that was also evident on her voice, "Did you not have enough sleep last night?"

The brunette sheepishly chuckled, scratching her cheek with her pointer finger, "…Sort of. I was so caught up on my assignment, and also, I'm very happy about Nii-san. So, I was barely able to sleep throughout the night."

The light brown headed woman nodded in understanding and brought her hand to remove some stray of auburn hair out of her daughter's face before saying, "Can you promise me that you'll sleep with the recommended number of hours next time?"

She nodded, "Hai."

Their carriage entered through the palace gates, and it soon halted; a signal that they have arrived. There were two household servants that came with them: one was the chauffer and the other hopped off and opened the door with his head bowed in respect for his mistresses.

Yuka was the first one to come out and was followed by Mikan, who unconsciously mouthed a complimenting 'wow' as her hand left the servant's guiding hand. They were guided by the same servant.

The brunette was pulled out from her reverie when her mother's voice reached her ears.

"Mikan, let's go." Yuka prompted that she nodded in agreement..

Mikan Sakura

We finally arrived at the event hall and it was packed with people. The number of people in here was surprising, but I got over it seconds later. Except that, this place is incredibly huge and just makes my mouth to open that I need to tightly close them, since as I recalled, I was gaping on throughout our short trip.

Gladly, I was able to match Okaa-san's moderate walking pace.

This place, its structures, its designs, everything didn't appear or even gave a little hint that it was built a long time ago. Marking it with compliments like great and fantastic were all understatements.

Because if you ask me, I have four things to say.

Elegant. Grand. Majestic. Sophisticated.

I have more to say but I think it will all narrow down to those four.

Currently, I let my eyes to roam some more, with a different cause this time.

I caught sight of the royal council to which I saw Otou-san, then, other guests that Okaa-san and I were counted, palace servants and more. I forgot some of their status. Anyway, the celebration hasn't started yet so I can still see people who are still chatting while some are moving to look for a better spot to watch the upcoming event.

"Mikan…" I heard Okaa-san, who was standing beside me, called in a lower tone that cut through my little business that I turned my head and she took that to continue, "…there's your brother."

"Really? Where?" I immediately asked with cheerfulness and excitement. I was unable to spot him, he was the other reason why my eyes are still in search.

She flashed me a knowing smile.

She read right through my actions, alright. Well, that's almost the usual.

"He's in the first row, see?" She pointed her finger in a not-so-obvious way. Then, I let my eyes to follow the direction she was pointing at and I saw him. Finally.

Wait.

I blinked and mentally face-palmed with a pout of my eyes.

Seriously? I should have scanned there in the first place and not to the guests.

Putting my slowness at the back of my head, I watched him with a smile on my lips. I surely looked up to that seated person there. My brother. He's really intelligent, cool, collected and the list goes on. To shorten it, he is the best brother in the world. And I don't want any other brother other than him, aside from the face that he loves to use his alice on me, tells me stories and sometimes he likes to lend me his cold shoulder.

Sometimes, I just wanted to hug him whenever he shows that cute side of him and when that happens I felt like a big sister… though if I announce that, he ruffles my hair or flicks my forehead.

Is there something wrong about that? Since I think there was none.

But he is still the best brother ever.

I moved my eyes to the person beside him which is a blonde. His name is Nogi Ruka-san. He occasionally hangs out with Nii-san and a friend of mine, so I became acquainted with him. He is three years older than me. He had that silky, blonde hair and those gleaming cerulean blue eyes that displayed gentleness that matched his manners too. A gentle man in every angle; however, I found those known traits of him odd especially on his chosen career. He excelled on it, may I add, and that proved his skills that were hidden behind his outer traits demands no doubts from people around him.

Looks are deceiving as what they say.

I noticed that Nii-san is turning his head to our direction. I bet his spirits had informed him about our presence. Oh, he had the evil spirit alice and trust me, it's a scary one.

I waved my hand at him with my smile not leaving my lips. I mouthed a sincere 'congrats' and he nodded with a three-second small smile, then he mouthed a 'thank you'. However, our eye contact ended when the announcer proclaimed that the celebration was about to start.

Without looking, I placed my left hand to my roughly, obliquely-bent right arm but that caused my smile to drop along with my facial expression; for all I felt was my arm.

I couldn't possibly…

I right away dropped my gaze for clarification and my eyes widened upon the hard pang of realization that hit my head that my small bag was not with me.

I left it. I thought in complete horror.

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Normal POV

In a room somewhere in the Palace..

A continuous distracting tap of a pen hitting on a sturdy table echoed through the closed room. It was the only sound within the tension filled room.

As every second passed by, the more the temperature climbs up.

There were two persons that had occupied the room: a handsome, raven-haired young man who had those attractive, mesmerizing yet cold deep crimson, ruby red orbs; though it held a murderous glint on them with his short eyebrows arched down and a frown on his lips. He had sun-tanned complexion. His chin was rested on his other palm. He was dressed with what was suited for his respected royal status. The Country's Crown Prince. Aside from that, he was the main cause of the stressing noise and the temperature abnormality.

The other room occupant was a blonde with his head bowed lowly as he remained his silence; and at the same time, trying his hardest to stay unaffected by his young master's annoyed actions. Beads of sweat continued to gather on his forehead while some had rolled down his cheeks; conversely, instead of wiping them off, he let them. He wouldn't dare… or else his sleeves will burn. As they say, experiences are great teachers and that was gladly registered in his head.

The air was still, deadly still, and that distressing tension was still building up in an insanely high level.

Unexpectedly, the tapping sound finally came to its stop as the seated young man detached his chin from his palm and he straightened his sitting position. His hand gripped unto the pen, his eyes continued to send daggers to the standing man.

"Get. Out. Of. Here." His low, hoarse voice was ice-cold, matching the coldness of his eyes.

The blonde bravely shook his head in disapproval, "I can't do that, Your Highness." Politeness evidently lacing his voice.

His disagreement only resulted for the temperature to increase even more.

Natsume Hyuuga irritatingly groaned before banging the writing medium to the table that caused for the blonde to flinch in fear. His eyes pointedly directed to the man who dared to defy him for an undetermined times of the day. His lips was set in a tight line as he closed his eyes and massaged his throbbing temples, to prevent any upcoming headaches or even migraine.

Truth to be told, one of the reasons as to why they were still in the room was because his academic professor had left his position. The said room was where the lessons were supposed to be discussed. Though, today, it doesn't appear to be a study room for the demanding, annoyed prince… if he ever considered the room as a study.

"Can't you give me a space to breath." He stated, opening his eyes again. He placed his clenched hands on the table. His command clearly stated that he wanted the whole room for his own, without a single trace of his attendant, Narumi Anjou, that he considers an eye sore.

Natsume Hyuuga

Were my commands not that firm and authorative any longer? I angrily question myself.

Why am I asking?

Tch. Simple.

I have been sending my commands with threats underneath them but those failed to be taking effect on him. Much more, did they even reach his brain? I doubt they did not, since he just stood there.

I clenched my fists tighter and increased the temperature.

That's it! I had enough of his sickening, clingy nature.

As I did that, I saw his head finally nodded in approval of my command. Exactly what I was waiting for. His approval. And as the thought of his departure came to my mind, I could have secretly smirked in victory.

But no smirk came.

Instead, a muscle under my left eye twitched.

Why?

Because the freaking blonde just took two-stupid-freaking-baby-backward-steps. Dammit.

My face darkened. I will really burn this place, if that man would not leave me alone. I swear.

However, a knock from the closed double doors stopped my murderous plot and also the thought of increasing the temperature even more. I'm not decreasing it either. Not yet.

Great timing. I victoriously thought with my stoic expression heavily guarded, my eyes sharply darted to him.

Narumi looked at me and bowed his head. I gave him the permission to leave with a wave of my hand. I won't be stopping him from attending whoever was behind the door. I wanted him out of here in the first place. Let me add that. He needs some break for he was just idiotically standing on that same spot from the beginning of the day.

It is plainly annoying.

It is obvious, very very obvious, that he did not want to face that person at the door. Heck. It was boldly written all over his gay face. Now that I had thought of his actions, he needed to object since father gave him an order to keep an eye on me. Especially today. Tch.

Then again, whoever was behind those doors badly wanted him. He finally turned around. Sweet.

My sensitive ears faintly heard him grumbling something under his breath but I do not have a care for those. I would not waste anything that does not concern me.

I watched him as he approached the door, blankly.

At his exit, I stood from my seat, pulled my bag out that was hidden beside a drawer and went to a window with a tree near it.

I unworn my outer clothing that had covered my inner clothes. It is different from my usually wardrobe. It is more like for nobles.

I threw my previous clothes to where the bag was before opening the window and saw my escape. I smirked.

You see, stupidness is convenient. Really convenient. If they wanted to lock me in this room, they should not have had planted that thing there. But I'm glad they did.

I skillfully hopped on the nearest branch. I silently closed the window, at the same time, trying not to make the leaves to make any sounds in a loud, attention-attracting manner or those guards right outside this room will hear. That will ruin everything.

Normal POV

Narumi went back in the room, closed the door and looked back to where he last saw the raven headed prince. But to his outmost shock, an empty seat welcomed his unexpecting eyes.

His purple orbs lost their enthusiastic glow as they automatically yet alarmingly scanned the room and it was empty.

Natsume-free to his terror.

At this instant, his jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes widened like saucers with his hands flying straight to the side of his head. He shouted, minus his screeching voice, "Your Highness!" His blood drained out of his body, leaving his complexion as white as the white clouds on the sky.

One thing was repeating itself in his mind that turned him into a living stone statue.

His Majesty, the King, would surely punish him or even drove him out of the Palace if he would know that the prince had snuck out again. Yes, again.

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Author's Note: I had quite a fun time writing Natsume's point of view and also writing about Youichi and Mikan's sister and brother scene. :3

Thank you for reading this chapter. I hope you'll be waiting for the next chap :) If I have missed some errors please feel free to tell me, I'll gladly correct it, I want to improve my writing too. ^^

A little about this story: This is inspired by a drama I was watching. A friend told me to watch it and I was really thankful that she did :) The story got me crazy x3 really really crazy xD So, maybe this is a little bit AU but not really, since I changed some of its parts, and stuffs.

Tell me what you think through your review :)