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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Hello, it's Einsteinette again for the fourth chapter. I thank you for being so patient with my story. Now, here's what you've been waiting for – the start of the realthing between Natsume and Mikan. The NatsumeXMikan element is now added. I so wanna get the story done with. Uhm… I still have two months before school is up. Got to hurry up!
How will Natsume face his sister, Mikan, if his hormones get the better of him? Will Mikan really make it difficult for him?
See for yourself.
Love Twirl
by Einsteinette
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Featuring the World's Favorite Word: LUST
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CHAPTER IV:
A Swirling Force
(flashback)
Although they lived just within the mansion, the servants rarely saw the Hyuuga elders come out in the open. Only during meals and special occasions did they typically see these old people mingle with the rest of the household.
One time, when Fujihara was counting the toad stools on the mini pond out of boredom, he spotted what appeared like a dawdling elder at the kiosk in the corner of his eyes. He checked for it and found out that it really was an elder - the one known in the household as Chii-ba-san. He was sure that the sky was a typical hue of azure that morning and the trees lining the deserted courtyard were in constant motion with the gentle breeze. There was nothing in particular, or so that's what Fujihara thought, to draw the elder out of her shell. Was she up to something? He had to make sure. In his silken black robe highlighted by blazing swirls on the bottom (clan's trademark), he made his way to the wooden kiosk.
The elder had her hoary hair in a bun and had a pastel blue yukata put on. Chii-ba-san turned to meet the intruder's face only to discover it was the clan head.
"What brought you here, Fujihara?" Her surveying eyes narrowed at him, wrinkles surfacing bellow her eyes. Her voice sounded old and croaky as it echoed a bit under the kiosk.
"Am I not the one supposed to ask you that, Chii-ba-san?" He displayed a warm smile contrary to the old woman's frosty greeting. And she perfectly knew it was mild sarcasm.
The old woman scowled before she answered him. "Hm. I didn't like the smell of food they are preparing at the kitchen."
"Ah." The meal the servants were preparing for lunch that day had beef in it, in accord to his request. "Is thatso? Gomen."
Then he smiled again, yet it didn't hide the emotionless look in his eyes. She so didn't like his sarcasm. The old woman shrugged, and then established a long, tactless silence. She started pretending she was alone, a sign of her retribution at his sarcasm, and continued the interrupted comfort of contemplating. She leisurely walked around the kiosk, averting her attention to the scenery outside.
cold silence
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Fujihara repeated in his mind that she was a woman, and first of all, an elder. Wasn't it not easier to beat the old bat black and blue? Damn this damnation.
"E-elder Chii..." He hesitated for a moment before he resumed. "Have you talked to Persona about my son?"
"What do you think, my boy?" The old woman replied without looking back. She pressed on the word think, as if telling him Duh? Just think.
He wished he never said this, even if it was the first to enter his mind when he was trying to reestablish the conversation. Of course, the word delaywas a no-no in the Hyuuga family's dictionary.
"Then…How long did he agree to take Natsume in his custody?"
"Till your son's all set, maybe."
His claret eyes widened and he swiftly left his spot to meet the elder head-on. "That's it? No definite time when Natsume will be back? Chii-ba-san, that's –"
"Ssshh! I don't want to argue right now! Are you questioning the elders' decision?! And do you know you're adding wrinkles to my face?" She glared. And he wanted to glare back. But he still had a little respect left in him.
It sucked pretty well.
He unconsciously balled his fists and a massive vein stuck out of his forehead. Tada! Another coin for his piggybank of grudges (in a tiny voice)!. It was all growing too heavy to carry around in the chest. "Just one smack on the face. Come on.", his inner devil jeered. Sick of being held in the neck, of being manipulated like a puppet and of damning his life... Why do they have to fuck with Natsume's future? He abandoned the wooden kiosk with an ominous cloud hovering him.
What a menace!
(end of flashback)
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Setting: Gakuen Alice, High School Division
Another 6 years passed
The olive-head, Shouda Sumire, grunted in a catlike voice as she sniffed a backpack lying on the floor. "My fishbone's in here! Give it to me, you rascal!"
"Hey! Keep off my stuff!" A male called Kitsuneme hollered then Sumire felt her ankles leaving the ground. He had Sumire suspended at the ceiling with his flying alice. "I told you it's not with me."
That's my exclusive ever-changing-flavored bottle of perfume! Maybe...It turned fishbone flavored???
"Meow! Put me down!" Sumire flinched like a cat in mid-air.
Everybody inside the classroom were staring at the ruckus at a distance. That hour was vaccant since the subject teacher was out for academy business. It was supposed to be an hour of complete silence, of rest. But the cat-girl (Sumire) had started an entertainment, and so why not be the audience? It was free, after all. Now in her sixteenth year, Shouda Sumire still had not changed a bit – she was still their section's narcissistic, self-proclaimed president.
"Look at Shouda-san! Good God!" Umenomiya Anna, a pink-haired girl, clearly wasn't blinking as she pointed at the olive-head floating in the air. She held a hand on her lips and blushed at the sight of Sumire's yellow underwear.
"PUT ME DOWN!!!" Sumire screamed (or meowed) at the top of her lungs.
"Put you down? Alright." Kitsuneme beamed, then a tooth sparkled. Oh, he couldn't wait to see her cry. He was evilly laughing inside his skull.
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BANG!!!
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The cat-like female landed on her buttocks and she protested in pain in what sounded like a whimpering cat.
"Hah! You asked for that." The other grinned triumphantly.
"P-Permy!" A voice interjected.
A sixteen-year-old girl in high pigtails darted towards Sumire who was still on the floor. She had a pair of worried hazel brown eyes and her height was relatively medium for her age. She helped the cat-girl stand on her own feet and raised a brow at Kitsuneme.
"What the – it's her fault, you know!" Kitsuneme pointed his index finger at Sumire who undusted her knee-length skirt.
Sumire flashed a tongue in reply, got on all fours and speeded out of the room to save her face without even looking at Mikan. The brunette's jaw dropped.
"M-Mikan, is she ok?" Anna approached the dazed girl.
"Uh…Maybe?" Mikan scratched the back of her head and faked a soft laugh. She still wasn't used at seeing Sumire with her cat and dog predisposition alice provoked.
"Mikan, Anna! What happened to Permy?" Tobita Yuu, the four-eyed class representative known as Iinchou, ran and butted in.
The two girls narrated and laughed at what had happened. The three found Sumire amusingly childish.
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Quite a lot had changed within Mikan's six years of stay at the academy. But she remained a cheerful and amicable person. At home, a not much had changed for Mikan. Her father had become a bit sickly but aside from that, nothing else had occurred in the mansion. Natsume, her twin brother, still hasn't returned and the thought made her restless at times. What was taking him so long? Worst, he never wrote to them. It had been eight, lonely years of no communication. Would it take another year more? Mikan hoped he'd go home soon. (a/n: And her wish is my command. Haha.)
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Setting: At the waterfront, Midori Village
Eyes were boring on the tall guy's back as he entered the ferryboat and searched for his room. He had windswept beetle-colored tresses with lots of alice-controllers that were very eye-catching. At the sight of him, people initially thought the guy was someone so powerful and dangerous - and they were right. He had his face concealed under a cat mask, had a metal wristband on his right hand and a number of earrings as well. Whoa. His adolescent body sure contained much, much power. The guy entered room 637 at the upper floor and he positioned his heavy luggage inside, adjacent to the single bed.
A that time of the year, the people of Sky Country could already feel the traces of autumn receding in the air. Soon, they knew, would come the season of winter - and so would come the day of his and herbirth. The masked guy stretched out his hands, then grabbed a manga from his rucksack and began turning its pages. Soon the ferry started to set sail from Midori Village's harbor and people waved goodbye.
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Back from school, the chocolate-haired lass was escorted by two men in black suit into Hyuuga mansion. It had been a busy day: The class was divided by Misaki-sensei into three groups that will work on experiments about plants for two weeks; Mikan was assigned as the group secretary, they said it was all she could work on without ruining anything, and so she had to complete the paper works and procedures as soon as possible. Her schedule became hectic. There was only a few time left to spend with her close friends, Anna and Nonoko.
Mikan headed straight to her room, planning to rest a bit before unpacking her things to do piles of homework. But the cold air of approaching winter made her feel sluggish, and so she settled on changing her clothes first then roam around the courtyard.
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It took several minutes of walking from Hikari Village's harbor to the village proper. The tall, masked guy was now walking on the streets of Hikari Village after hours of voyage. As he passed, necks would twist and eyes would follow him. He looked a bit strange in his high-collared, pure black, sleeveless shirt that had a zipper in front and in his black pants.
A few more steps till he reached the large, traditional mansion isolated at the farthest side of the residence. He was eyed by the sentinels standing at the entrance when he approached the huge wooden gates. When the guards asked for his identity, he didn't speak; instead, he removed his mask. And it dawned to them.
"Young master! Since when did you get back?!"
With traces of surprise still not leaving their faces, they bowed their heads at the young man before quickly opening the wooden gates for him. The beetle-head, still hushed, entered the gates. The guards had expected him to answer, like how his father would (with matching warm greeting).
Upon entering, he placed his mask back. His crimson eyes examined the nostalgic place; from the clean front garden to the path showered with brown leaves; from the steadfast arc at the mansion's entrance to the stone elevation before the huge doors. It hadn't change a lot. What about his father? And Mikan? Did she change a lot? What did he exactly mean by change a lot? The tall lad shoved irrelevant thoughts away as he pierced through the doorway (always left ajar) to the mansion. Finally.
To him, the Hyuuga household was the same, old root of ennui. After seeing a servant wiping the antique figurines displayed on the foyer, he didn't come across anybody anymore. Maybe, it wasn't time to look for anyone right now. He tossed his bag away to somewhere in the dim hallway. After crossing some more thresholds, he was led to an opening to the courtyard. Now he was going to his favorite place in the mansion.
He reached his favorte spot under the tree (and it was still on the elevated terrain near the mini pond), then positioned himself and waited for slumber to take him.
zzZ...zzZ...zzZ
For unknown reason, a dream that hadn't visited him for two years had reoccurred in his brain again.
A scene materialized where he saw himself tangled with an oh-so familiar female. He felt his lips colliding with another (friends, I said felt), which were softer, and his tongue forcefully exploring the corner's of her sweet mouth. Darn, it felt hot and it felt wet. It was a weird sensation. It was pleasure. When did his dreams ever feel so true? The only time they broke apart was when both had to gasp for air. Then, they started another round of tongues trying to battle each other. His lips, still unsatisfied, parted from hers to trail kisses on her jaw. He planted strong, wet kisses. Did she feel good? The moans, the hisses, the moans... The sounds they made were engulfing his whole being. Breath against breath, sweat against sweat. It was too overwhelming. He continued to bruise her with kisses, this time on her collarbone.
Oh god.
Usually, his dream would stop right at this part. But without warning, it went further. He saw himself press the brunette against the wall as lust drove his every move. In his thoughts, he wanted her to resist. She had to push him away, or else... Shit. It had to end from there - he didn't want to see himself fucking his sister. His hand disobediently groped for her soft mound and began squeezing, gaining a gasp from the girl.
He could feel blood pounding into his loins, pressure going down.
Stop.
He claimed her lips again and it muffled a real, sexy moan.
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Her feet banged on the wooden flight of steps. She was cheerfully dashing down from the stairs, eager to take in fresh air from outside. After a long, hot bath, she changed into an orange turtleneck and a knee-length, pleated skirt then she was good to go. Her hair still damp, she stepped out of the mansion into the courtyard.
Her innocent eyes landed on the sleeping figure under the tree.
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Mikan found her way to the masked lad and scrutinized him with her hazel brown orbs. It scared her when she heard him puffing (and he groaned a bit too, not to mention) and when she noticed that he was drenched with his own sweat, she became slightly agitated. Was he in pain? But the most important question was who the hell is he?
"Mikan..." He groaned in a voice that was deep and dry.
The called girl got down to her knees, still watching the man lying on the ground. The presence of this man... Where did she feel it before? She saw his hand clasp like a stone and it fell on her grasp...that the boy must be having nightmares.
There were mild slaps on his well-rounded arm when he heard a voice. "Wake up...Wake up."
It didn't sound like it was from the dream anymore. Thank god, it would be over.
"Please wake up..." A female voice. He could tell.
The masked guy stirred. Underneath the mask, his eyes opened and an image of a girl fell upon him. It felt hot inside the mask because of his hard perspiration but he couldn't take it off right now - not when his face was beet red. His claret orbs were against a pair of unworldly, hazel brown ones that looked worried. He remembered that he was under his favorite tree, at the courtyard - at the Hyuuga mansion. And he knew who she was.
Eight, difficult years were over...
His eyes involuntarily browsed over the girl from head to toe. Her amber tresses were down and damp; her orange tops and simple skirt very well exposed the curves of her body and her creamy, slender legs. She was a simple girl - that could turn a guy on without any effort.
He hissed.
He could feel his blood going south and he was already hard because of the dream. Any second longer and he might not be able to hold back.
Mikan stared at the masked guy apprehensively. He didn't seem like he was in good shape. The mask must be making it harder for him to breathe. So she reached for the mask to tug it off. With quick reflexes, he slapped her hand away, got to his full height and took big strides towards the mansion. She rubbed her sore forehand with a hand and bit her bottom lip to contain the the tears welling in her eyes.
What's with that attitude? He's so like -
A suspicion struck her brain. Her neurons formulated a pretty good suspicion. Was the masked guy Nastume? Then, it would explain why he was under that tree. She could feel her chest swelling; her heart was bursting with mixed feelings. This guy, was he the one she had been waiting for?
"W-wait up..."
Ignore.
"Speak to me…" Tears were brimming in her eyes.
Hell, he was about to explode and he knew he was nearing his limits. He continued to walk with big paces, kept his exterior cool and tensed his jaw to recoup control.
Just leave. Don't make it any more difficult...
Before the masked guy could break into a run, the adamant girl sprinted in a speed of a bullet train and trapped him into an embrace. She buried her face onto his back and was convinced this person was Natsume - he was still warm, like when they hugged in the kitchen eight years ago (a/n: Chapter 2).
Fist clenching, he told a cold "Let go."
"NO! Not till I'm satisfied!"
Shit.
"I said let go, Polka." She hugged tighter, making his body stiff at the feel of her chest. The same chest he was fondling in his dreams. With his hands...
He was on the brink...
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In a flash, Mikan's vision went black as she fell unconscious on the weedy ground.
END OF CHAPTER
One chapter down! Alright. How do you find chapter 4? Please review.
I'm so sorry that Natsume seems so perverted in this chapter. But I do hope you had fun reading.
On the next chapter: What happened after Mikan fainted? And how can Natsume handle living with Mikan?:)
Till next chapter!