Love Twirl by Einsteinette
The more a thing is forbidden, the more it is sought-after. Like my idiotic sister. Tch. (Does not contain incest)
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Yes, I know it's kinda quick but I'm already up for the third chapter. Oh and I want to thank mizusuwings124, my first reviewer. Hehe. I'm getting more and more energetic for this fic. I apologize for the lack of NatsumeXMikan hints/moments/or whatever you call it. There'll be a bunch SOON. But I'll pour them out moderately - to make the story seem realistic. Is that OK?:)
What's up in this chapter? Now you'll get a glimpse of why I rated this fic a mighty, mighty M. The story begins with Natsume who had just left Hyuuga mansion. Be ready for the ATTACK OF HORMONES! Hehe.
Here it is...
Love Twirl
by Einsteinette
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Dreams are gateways to the soul.
So what do you expect from a perverted soul? Perverted dreams, of course!
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CHAPTER III
The Green Switch: On
The young beetle-head stirred after loud footsteps sounded on the metal floor of the white cruiser. There were mild chatters, a steady mechanical clatter and the serene music of the whipping billows in his ears. Natsume ultimately opened his eyes, meeting a blare of sunlight from the strong afternoon sun. He had just awakened from his sleep at the cruiser's deck flat on his back.
An hour had already passed since his departure from Hyuuga mansion with the masked guy called Persona and a few escorts. He immediately recalled the first time his eyes landed on Persona; that second, he had sensed a boding evil aura around the man. But a good point about him was that Persona didn't talk much. For all the rumors circulated around about his lethal alice, he wanted to see for himself the power concealed behind that sinister mask. To Natsume, it was quite amusing they arrived at the cruiser without any trace of sound; even normally chatty maids shut their mouths for the fear for their lives. Right after tossing his luggage aside (which was almost an hour ago), he decided to take a nap at the upper deck while waiting to arrive at their destination. But now that his quiet sleep was disturbed and he was left with nothing to do, he snatched his copy of the map of Sky Country from the pocket of his jacket. Maybe he could learn the corners of Midori Village to kill time. The map told that the cruiser was headed southwest (to Midori Village, of course) and, in his estimation, would reach the harbor in a few more hours. His eyes went back to the drawing of Hikari Village on the map, the islet located at the heart of Sky Country. This simply means you had to voyage across the waters to get in and out.
Come to think of it, where was that Persona guy? He could only guess. He must be inside his room since the crew could already make some noise.
A few more hours elapsed then the horizon was already painted with streaks of orange as the sun started to leave its post in the sky. It was getting darker when the cruiser was nearing its destination. From afar, the waterfront of Midori Village seemed like scattered by glowing stars; the brightest light was from a white lighthouse erected on a far corner. Upon reaching the port at past 7pm, the servants hurriedly took the baggage out and the two males had left the cruiser. Their escorts still had to voyage back to the village of Hikari and its business with Midori Village was over for now. Afterwards, the cruiser started to sail away again.
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The sea-flavored air hit Natsume's face and his sandals felt like gliding on the white-sand shore. Persona was in his usual red coat and with nothing but himself while Natsume had a couple of baggage with him. Natsume slid the hood of his grey jacket on, lifted his things and trailed behind his companion. By the looks of it, Persona won't even bother offer a hand to help him despite the fact that he was hired by very own father. As if Natsume would even admit his things were heavy, though. Like he wanted help! The younger boy continued to walk behind his masked companion in what seemed like an incessant walk.
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Hyuuga Mikan was chirping happily as she crossed the thresholds of the mansion in small hops. It was time to eat breakfast with her father. She wasn't anymore sure how long had it been since her twin brother left just the two of them; but she was sure that with each passing day, the house appeared more and more tedious before her eyes. Now she had the bedroom all to herself; she had to face Jinno-sensei with her own strength; no one was there to tease her, laugh with her (or laugh at her, rather); she had lost her bestfriend (I doubt Natsume knew they were bestfriends). To Mikan, it was definitely hard to get used to the idea of a Hyuuga mansion without her twin in it (even if he merely grimaced at her presence). How she hated the nights now. They used to share the same room, sleep with the same futon. Silly but at times, she would rummage her hand through her futon in search for his company. But all left was a non-responding Usagi-chan to get her through the night. It made her want to cry - really, she was a crybaby.
Whenever Fujihara-sama was out to do his duties, he would send Tono, his adviser, to spend time with Mikan. It was great that she could get rid of the mansion's sickening scenery once in awhile with her Tono-nii-chan's help. (a/n: like in the previous chapter, Tono often took her out of the mansion secretly)
Still, it was quite lonely.
"Yaay. Itadekimasu!" she entered the sliding door and greeted her father with a warm smile.
"Ohayo, Mikan." Fujihara returned the smile, wrinkles eventually lining his features.
The dining area was a spacious room that had a small, rectangular table in the middle. It opened to two doors; one leading to the kitchen and the other that offered a good view of the pond outside. She sat facing her father, grabbed a pair of chopsticks and started munching her early meal.
"Ah. Mikan…"
She answered a muffled "Yes?" with a full mouth.
Fujihara always looked at his daughter with a tender expression in his claret eyes. She was sure his soft spot; she was, after all, his angel. "Think you're ready for school, Mikan?" He saw her eyes grew like saucers and added "You seem pretty bored at home."
Whoa.
"F-for real?! Oh father, I've always wanted to!" She dropped her chopsticks and clasped her hands in anticipation.
…though I wish Natsume would attend school with me too.
And so it was decided that Mikan was going to school. At last, an opening appeared to her - a loophole past the edge of her horizons.
And for the meantime, things went on smoothly. Lucky, lucky Mikan was admitted to Gakuen Alice, a special school in Hikari Village for children born with alices. A lot of firsts in her life happened at the academy. She had to stomach going to school with two bodyguards assigned by her over-protective father though. (a/n: in my version of GA, students can either go home or rent dorms)
Gakuen Alice is something, she thought on her first day. She was surprised to find out that some of the faculty members were her tutors at the mansion too. At once, she sought for Narumi-sensei, the person behind the discovery of her nullification alice, to show her gratefulness. Thanks to him, she was open-handedly admitted into the academy. However, she was oblivious to the aroused curiosity among the Hyuuga household. They felt her alice was kind of out of place.
"If only I haven't seen with my eyes that late Hitomi-san gave birth to twins, I would have thought that girl was adopted." An old butler murmured at the ear of her colleague.
There were lots of rumors circulated behind their backs. Tch. Tch.
Back to when Mikan laid foot for the first time on the grounds of the academy. It was positive that she easily made friends because of her character. It was also her first chance of meeting children of the same age aside from Natsume. She was happy. The first to speak to her was Tobita Yuu or Iinchou, the class representative and they immediately became friends. She also got to befriend Nogi Ruka, a timid guy, and Kokoroyomi, who had the mind-reading alice. Soon more and more classmates added to her list of friends such as Anna, Nonoko and Mochu. And now, she would often hang-out with Umenomiya Anna and Ogasawara Nonoko. School life was fun; but it could hardly compensate with Natsume's absence. It was a good distraction for Mikan, though. (a/n: wtf! really, they are like separated lovers…tch)
Amidst so much fun, she didn't know all in store for her twin were hardship, discomfort and pain.
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Setting: Forest of Peril, Midori Village,
2 years after
"Get strong! Take every pain like it's nothing."
A cold, throaty voice called out to the ten-year-old boy on the clearing. As blobs of sweat fell on the side of his handsome face, his shoulders rapidly rose and fell with his breathing. His crimson eyes were glued a few feet before him on his 50th victim. And a ring of fire was the only border between the two of them.
"To make pain bearable, get used to it."
The bluish metal around his sweaty neck would glow every five minutes. It was a metal band especially made for Natsume; infused with the alice of heat, it grew excruciatingly hot when it glowed. Strangely it left no scar on his skin; but the longer he wore it, the bigger the injury done to his young body. He so damn had to hurry and finish the last 50th hunt to get it done with. He held out his palm, concentrated energy on it to produce a ball of fire and shot the struggling wild hog in the prison of flames he made. It caught fire, howled in pain and fell unconscious on the ground.
huff, huff, huff (heavy panting)
He shut his heavy-lidded eyes when heat started to spread from the metal on his neck again. With both hands, he tried to remove the band but it just won't budge. He was already running out of breath and was utterly drenched in his own sweat. The heat continued to torment him some more then it finally ceased and he could suck the air deeply, hands retreating back to his sides.
"Bingo. What took you so long? Time to get back to the compound, Natsume-kun." The man from afar said after a snap of his fingers.
His wet bangs were sticking to his forehead and he ran his fingers through to brush the hair away. Then he jerked his chin towards the coming figure of Persona. At the moment, he wanted nothing but for Persona to take the metal band off him and it really aggravated him to see the masked man walk unceremoniously. Fuck, hurry your ass up. He would love to spat that out but he'd rather not – for now. He had to make sure Persona would get it off. The masked man stood before the boy, tapped the metal band with a few fingers and it immediately fell off his neck. Persona's lips curved – Natsume doubted if it was a smile – and spun around with the blue metal repeatedly thrown and caught by his hand. Persona incrementally trailed off behind the trees and the bushes of the pristine forest, leaving the boy behind. Natsume glanced at the dead animal for a second before leaving.
Natsume headed off to the bungalow compound in the heart of the Forest of Peril. It wouldn't have taken long if only he wasn't tired to take bigger strides. He entered the front door and the muddled interior greeted him: there were dumbbells on the floor, bottles of beer on the kitchen table, a few dishes on the sink and a manga left lying on the couch. It looked like the manga had been there waiting for him. He snatched it and went straight to his room.
Definitely exhausted and weak after the time-consuming training, the beetle-head sat on his comfy bed. He stripped his clothes off, except for his black cycling shorts, and wiped his sweaty back before reclining on the single bed. He wanted to read the manga he brought but the exhaustion, pain and discomfort was just unbearable. He just wanted to close his eyes so sleep could take over; he wanted the difficulty to stop. Without standing up, he reached for the bedside table and placed the manga down.
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Then a dream started to occur inside Natsume's ten-year-old mind, like a film of memories playing.
He saw himself naked in the shower and warm water was gushing over his lean body. The water felt good on his skin; an unknown pleasure of being naked and wet made itself known to him. Everything in his dream was like that of the setting in a certain manga he had read years ago. Then an awkward sensation of impatience gradually flooded him along with the coming water. He raked his fingers on the damp strands of his hair and tried to relax his body in the heat of the running shower.
The shower curtains suddenly slid open and the steam that escaped blurred the face of the intruder. He had expected himself to shout at the person - but hell no. He didn't. Startlingly, he felt pleased that the person was finally there; like he had been waiting for the person.
"S-sorry to keep you waiting." A female voice said.
And when the smoke cleared out, he could make out the eight-year-old face of a chocolate-haired girl he knew so well and her body was enveloped by a white towel. In his head, he was commanding himself to look away; but the Natsume in his dream was sure obstinate. He just won't comply. His predatory eyes were hungrily gaping at the girl's tiny frame; he strongly felt like shredding the towel into bits.
Instantly, darkness veiled in. The bathroom had vanished into nothing.
When Natsume opened his eyes, he found himself coated with perspiration once again. What was that?! He was panting as he stared flabbergasted above him, at the ceiling adorned with cobwebs. His brows furrowed as guilt crawled over him, betraying his typically blank face. Perhaps it was time to get rid of ecchi mangas, his favorites? The dream felt devastatingly real that he could barely go back to sleep. Worst, why was he wanting more?
That Polka…
He thought his mind must have gotten really rottenly rusty, rusty and rusty. Or were his hormones malfunctioning, to think he dreamt of an ugly girl (though he never thought of her as ugly)? In the first place, why his sister?
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Setting: Midori Village
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In a crowded room devoid of any light, a hair-raising laugh echoed throughout isolated vicinity. For some reason, a woman in her mid-thirties laughed some more, causing a stray cat that happened to pass by to leap in fright. Her long, disheveled, wavy chestnut hair obscured her deep set of eyes and her purplish nails dug into her collar as she laughed some more.
"Foolish bunch of stools! Hah!" Her nails were digging deeper the more her laugh became boisterous.
"For all the crap I invented, throwing his son away! This is an omen, my lord! Hahaha. How foolish!" The black of her eyeballs were glaring upwards and she laughed a bit more.
Then the woman made her way across the room; it was full of faceless mannequins that looked pale as zombies. These were her collection of life-size dolls and she normally put them around the house to keep her company. She was used in living in darkness that it wasn't difficult to move around despite the obstructions.
When she got to the tall mannequin of a man, uncannily looking at its gem-like crimson eyes with intense fervor, she laughed a bit more. She wrapped an arm around the cold, porcelain doll's shoulder and kissed its lips with full power. Then, her right leg snaked around his hips. And to please the escalating need in her core, she began rubbing her pelvis against the naked doll's protuberance.
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Her laughter altered to frenzied moans that could be heard at a distance. Then she continued to move against the man she loved - she carefully made and perfected him through her molding alice. A free hand reached for the doll's face – one could tell he was beautiful – and lovingly stroked the smooth surface. The woman was drowning in the blissful sensation rippling from her femininity and then she felt her juices spurting out, wetting her beloved doll. She didn't want to stop. In fact, she needed more. If only she knew how to make dolls move... The thought of the man moving inside her - it made her crazy.
"Let's play some more – Ah!"
She cupped his face with her hands, turning her facade towards his; she so loved his pair of kind crimson eyes, long jet-black tresses tied at the back and lips that were shaped in a small smile. It looked completely identical to Fujihara-sama, if not for its pale and lifeless skin.
Then she moaned out his name "Fu-jji-hara!"
END OF CHAPTER
Sorry for the creepy thing about the woman. Do you have a good guess of her identity? That's right! She's the veiled woman in chapter 1.
Chapter 3 down! Alright. Hehe. I apologize, I know Natsume's dream was short. But I hope it will do. Please review!
On the next chapter: Nastume's going back! How do you think he'll face Mikan? You'll find out soon.