He is my Master
He is my Master
By: xXRain-chanXx
A/N: to everybody who reviewed, anonymous or not, human or not, friends or not, this chapter is dedicated for all of you…
And by the way to all those who doesn't watch American Idol, I'm proud to say that my David Cook won!! That is so fantastic; he beat the gay David Archuleta, which is so great that's why I'm in a good mood. I still haven't finished reading Vampire knight, but I have watched episode 8!! I'm so talkative…. Gomenasai, then I watched Puchi Puri Yuushi which made me cry in the last episode, damned director…
The people who are in the same boat as I am, hey at least I'm not alone!
And the people who love vampire knight: I love Zero! This is an anti-Kaname page!
The ones who are watching gossip girl: Blair is such a bitch and I love her!
What else? Oh, yeah, I might not update for a very long time, my classes will start this umm… Monday or Tuesday I think. And the person who's on Hiatus, namely Annaoj. Hey, you'd better start typing!
To those who requested the kiss, I might not be able to describe it really good. If you know what I mean.
Anne: That's not even true one of your fics—
Rain-chan: shut up Anne! (whacked her with the pink notebook) just read your damned twilight!
Annaoj: Hey, I know that notebook the kiss that—
Rain-chan: shut up!!
(ok, Oj I know you'll get mad at me for using your name…)
And by the way, I'll shamelessly promote my nee-chan's story:
You're my number two
Then cutenatsumexmikan's story:
Sweet temptress
And my story!
Let it start!
Rain-chan
Oh and by the way, you might not like the first scene.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart,
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do-
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Order 9: Bittersweet kisses
"Let me comfort you, just once." He whispered hoarsely before pulling me towards his chest. His grip on my arm tightened even more as he placed his other arm around my waist. My eyes, still fixed on his chest, my nose inhaling his rich and mind you, expensive scent, my ears still hearing those words over and over again and my lips still pressed together. This Hyuuga Natsume in front of me is oh so, not him.
This.
Is.
Certainly.
Not.
Hyuuga.
"I don't know what's going on inside you but—at least let me try to ease the pain you're feeling." He said again, his arm still holding me close.
I snorted out in annoyance, "Hyuuga, why would you comfort me when you don't even know what's happening inside me? You don't know what I feel now, just let me go." I pushed myself away from him but he kept his hold.
"Sakura…"
"Look, you don't know what you're saying. You don't know what's happening to me—just stop. Let's stop this foolishness, Hyuuga." I broke his hug and made my way towards the door. "And don't even try doing that again." I added before slamming his door close, and I saw it, his eyes full of pain. Well, whatever.
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The halls were empty and cold, she felt herself shiver when she entered this so called Persona's office—which in her opinion looks like a dungeon, all her life, Persona instructed her to come into his office only twice. Twice. The first one was the day she met him, and he took care of her and treated her as his favorite kitten. The second time she went here was the time she beat some Shujuns asses up when she was fourteen and hell, Persona was furious. He practically scolded her non-stop since the sun rose up until the sun set, he behaved like a real father.
Real father?
Just thinking about it makes her feel sick. Hell sick. She lightly shivered and walked even faster, the more she went deeper the colder it gets. She stopped walking, pouted and placed her finger on her bottom lip. The day Persona sent that electric shock through her brain he told her that he'll be scheduling her punishment after two days, plus several headaches in the midst of the two day break. She heard that Misaki had her time already; amazingly she survived the dungeon and lived to serve Tsubasa. She secretly hoped that she'll die in order not to see the devil himself. Hyuuga Natsume.
Last night was practically a decent conversation between the two of them and for some reason; she likes to replay it inside her mind over and over again. That was the first time he became nice to her. In her opinion, of course. But what the hell? That's probably one of his tactics to get girls or to seduce them. She shrugged off her thoughts and continued walking, besides, if Natsume didn't go shitting inside the dining hall, she wouldn't be walking in this dark dungeon, and the nerve of him to say 'let me comfort you just once,' when he placed her in her situation. She sighed, hoping that what he said was really true.
Last night, she dreamed about Tonoichi again, she dreamed that he didn't wake up anymore. She involuntarily shuddered and halted, Persona's door was already in front of her, and she knocked hurriedly and heard a grunt of 'yes' inside.
Persona was there sitting casually behind his mahogany desk, eyes still fixed on his laptop. She coughed loud enough to make his look at her, she raised her eyebrows and he stood up, a smirk placed upon his face.
"Of course, you did come as I expected. You probably heard about Misa—"
"No, I haven't heard. And I surely hope that she didn't die." She said sarcastically.
"Her punishment is not as bad as yours." He said dryly.
"Can you just kill me? I really don't want to see Hyuuga anymore." She said coldly.
"You won't die. I can't possibly let you die."
"And why so, if I may ask?" she raised her eyebrows.
"Hyuuga is in need of you."
"Like I care. He doesn't care about me."
"I didn't say he cares about you; I said 'he needs you.'"
Mikan shot him a deadly glare. "What are you waiting for? Let's start my punishment."
"I won't be accompanying you," he said, "but--he will." He nodded towards the door and the person she doesn't really want to see was there, Hiirigazawa Rui, he's a shujun, a part of her dark past. Her memories. Hid deep black eyes bore into hers as he gave her a sly smile.
"Shall we start?"
And with that she shuddered, and prayed…
Kami-sama, kill me now.
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It was another dream, the halls were dimly lit, and there she was, her sister, Izumi, her deep blue eyes and jet black hair continuously flowing down her shoulders a sly smile appearing upon her lips.
"Good for nothing." She said quietly. "You disgust me." And she was there, the young Mikan, crying by the wall, her head still bleeding. She was staring at her sister who was still holding the broken fragment of Mikan's only porcelain doll. "I wonder why they didn't kill you, to think of it you're just a burden."
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her innocent auburn eyes were still full of tears, "why do you hate me this much? Why are you treating me like this? Answer me!"
Izumi threw the broken fragment directly on her face, hitting her cheek, she gave out a cry of pain as she held her cheek, Izumi was there in front of her, her eyes cold as ever. She grabbed hold of her long auburn hair and pulled their faces close.
"If they aren't gonna get rid of you, I will." She raised her free arm, and there she saw a long ice dagger, "Say good bye, Mikan." She aimed for her heart and Mikan released a loud scream—
She screamed loudly, then opened her eyes, Rui was still there eyeing her suspiciously, "any problems?" he asked. She touched her cheek, that fragment felt real, she felt it pierce her flesh, and Izumi's eyes were still there in front of her, still glaring at her. She was sweating, her eyes still wide open. "Any problems?" he asked again.
"No…" she muttered under her breath, "none at all." Her eyes met his. "Have you started it?"
"How can I? You were asleep." He dryly pointed out. "Besides, your memory haunts you, and if I tried punishing you, I know that your body won't be able to handle it."
"Jeez… just because of that?" she wearily stood up and stared at him. "Let's start."
"Sure." He walked towards her, bit his thumb and his blood flowed out, and it began to encircle him, it was a whip, and she knows that. "I'll be gentle, don't worry."
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The dining hall was noisy; people buzzing with stories filled the whole corridor, gentle laughs enveloped the air and silent gossips stayed hanging with the laughs. Sakura Mikan's feet heavily grazed the wooden floor, she stopped abruptly in front of the so called dining hall, touched the brass knob of the great oak door and gave it a push, her arm screamed in protest the recoiled in pain, it screamed again as she repeated it. She sucked a deep long breath as she placed her right foot inside the hall, the moment her last foot entered the dining hall, the Jochus, as she can hear began to mumble to one another.
"That's not even fair! Sakura-san defended us!"
"Yeah, how can Persona do that to her?"
"He's so mean!"
And she sighed, that was a wrong move. A very wrong move, and now all the Jochus think she's their hero or something, while the whole population of the Shujuns menacingly glared at her. The cafeteria lady gave her a pitying look before handing her breakfast, she weakly smiled at her, though she perfectly knows that she didn't see it for she was wearing a damned mask all over her face. She walked casually, occasionally wincing when she steps the wrong way, and occasionally sighing when she hears the Jochus. She miraculously reached their table, then sat down beside Natsume as always. When she looked up, the four of them, namely Anna, Yuu, Kaito and Misaki gave her the grimmest look ever.
A mask which was color white and has several markings they couldn't understand greeted them as they gave her disapproving looks, Kaito thinks is the worst mask in Persona's collection. It's the one which cancels the person's Alice, one who sends electric shock all over the body of the person using it and the one who prevents the person to eat and drink food.
"How long will you be wearing that?" Kaito started casually, Mikan growled inside her head, how on earth can this be man be so calm when she's wearing this damned mask?
"Depends on my attitude." She replied coldly. "Sorry Misaki, I put you into—"
Misaki waved her gloved hand, "I'm alive right? Worry about yourself, why do you have to act like a bitch anyways?"
Mikan smiled at her, "I'm a bitch what else can I do?"
"So that's your punishment?" Ruka sneered, "To wear a damned mask? Why, are you going to a birthday party or something?"
Mikan's fist immediately clenched. "No Nogi…" she wanted to glare at him, to strangle him and his stupid helluva best friend. "I have no parties to attend, but if you want me to entertain you, why not?"
Ruka smirked, "language Sakura you wouldn't want to get another punishment right?"
She growled and stared at her food, great how on earth can she eat her breakfast? She took hold of her fork, immediately let out a cry of pain as she cursed.
"So," Natsume started, "how are you supposed to eat that?" he pointed to the pancakes on her plate.
"…" she placed the fork back down and raised her hands. Her conscience and her own self was battling inside her head, asking if she'll remove the mask or not, if she does, she'll surely experience excruciating pain and agony, but what the heck? She needs to eat some food for goodness sake.
"Oh no you don't." Yuu scolded immediately, "You're not planning to—?" she rolled her eyes, hissing in pain again before taking hold of the sides of her mask. It's now or never, she thought grimly.
"Mikan!" Anna reached for her hand, she slapped her hand before pulling the mask away from her, sparks and small lightning went out of the mask, she managed to pull it an arm's length away from her then threw it down on the table. She released a sigh. "I'm just gonna eat after that I'll—" a hand grabbed her cheek. It was Imai Hotaru's, her amethyst eyes went towards her stitched temple. She frowned then sighed.
"You really don't know how to take care of yourself, huh?"
She sighed then turned to face Kaito and the others, hushed voices filled her ears, they were from the Jochus. Her face covered with blisters and cuts, and to think of it Rui was still gentle to her. Her lips were swollen and there was a large cut by her cheek, one across her forehead and another one by her nose, Hotaru was already busy stitching her wound by the temple. "Shit, Imai that hurts."
"Well, suck it up princess." She retorted, carefully placing the needle through her skin. Mikan gave an irritated growl with what she just said.
"Do you even know that we're eating breakfast?" Koko snapped irritably.
"Ask Imai. I'm just gonna eat." Mikan snapped dryly, she sliced her pancakes and began to eat.
"So, if you don't mind asking you," Koko stated calmly, "what happened to your pretty face?"
Mikan winced the moment Hotaru cut the thread, "stop calling my face pretty, asshole."
He gave her a glare, "Language Saku—"
"Will you stop saying that crap already? Really, my business is not yours, its just mine." She angrily placed another slice of her pancake inside her mouth then grumbled several things under her breath.
"What happened to you?" this time the man she hates—no loathes spoke, she didn't look nor acknowledge his presence. "Do you want me to repeat my question or what?"
"You don't have to bother, obviously, I was beaten into a pulp by—" she stopped abruptly then winced at the thought, "somebody you don't know."
"Well then I want to know who the hell did that to you."
"Why are you gonna—get back on that person? Its better if you won't know, knowing that you don't give a shit about a jochu like me as you said."
He growled at her, "Are you starting another fight?"
"Let me enlighten you Hyuuga," she grabbed his collar and held his handsome face close, "we—no, I haven't ruled it out yet, so it means, we're still in a fight, and I still need to avenge myself. Got it?" she threw his collar back, grabbed the mask lying on the table and walked away, heels clicking loudly, then the door was shut—almost slammed shut. Natsume stared at the door before shaking his head, "fucking jochu."
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If there's anything worse than seeing Hyuuga Natsume these days, there's just one thing—meeting Hiirigazawa Rui. He was currently leaning against the bark of the infamous Sakura tree, eyes closed, her bleeding face was almost swelling green and her whole body's still aching badly, she made her way towards him and punched the trunk.
"oi…"
He opened his eyes and smirked, "hey, how's half the week already?"
"Don't ask me. Obviously, every shujun thinks I'm a rotten egg or something and the Jochus think I'm their hero."
"Well, Heroine, I have one pleasant news, since you bombed AAO, Persona said that at least you need to be rewarded." He smiled at her.
"So?"
"I means my dear Mikan, that he's allowing me to remove that mask off your face."
She raised her eyebrows, "Oh really?"
"Yeah, since you're so behaved." He sneered taking hold of her mask and removing it easily.
She rubbed her face and growled, "oh shut up."
"And I wanna discuss something to you too…" he started seriously.
"About what?" she asked, massaging her jaw, she was currently healing herself up since she can already use her Alice.
"About you-know-what."
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Mikan was busy grumbling to herself, occasionally cursing Natsume, she hasn't even thought of revenge yet. Thanks to Persona and that ass Rui. She paced through the halls, wincing every time she takes a step, clenching her fist or letting her eye twitch. She was currently thinking about Natsume's most precious thing and bingo—it just appeared in her mind's eye, his room full of bishouen mangas, hentai mangas, shoujo mangas or whatever else.
Her amber eyes were fixed on his mangas, and her eyes were twinkling rather brightly, she smiled to herself. Yes the mask was still there but what the heck? She can easily wreck his room without Persona knowing her little deeds. She giggled at the thought of Natsume bursting inside the room then shrieking like a little girl when he sees his so called collection. She ran her hand through the glass case before pulling it open, "its show time!"
Her arms silkily touched his manga, her eyes fixed on all the volumes standing nobly, "this mangas are worth my life already!" she grabbed hold of one of the bishouen mangas and wrinkled her nose in disgust, "jeez, that asshole's such a damned pervert!" she carelessly threw it aside, grabbed another one and began reading. "Kyaaa! This is so—" she didn't continue anymore, she just ripped it off then smiled. "Looks like this'll be fun!" she pulled out a giant scissors behind her and held it high in the air.
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Five shadows at the end of the hall blocked the lights out of the shujuns' dormitory, they have classes and yet, the five of them are skipping—again. Natsume's head was buried deep into his manga, much to the four boys' delight. And the four of them lazily walked talking about stupid nonsense and gibberish, Natsume's not aware of.
"Hey, Natsume, can I borrow a manga?" Koko asked out of the blue, the five of them were walking by the shujuns' dormitory, feet shuffling lazily on the wooden floor.
"Did you return my gacha-gacha?" he asked coldly. Koko tensed then sighed.
"Well yeah, I did, remember?"
"I certainly don't." he said nonchalantly. Ruka shook his head.
"Why do you like reading those craps anyways?" Tsubasa asked crossly, he was currently playing with his hair.
"I'm learning a lot from it," Natsume answered with a smirk.
"Like something perverted?" Ruka inquired slyly, "no wonder you're fast with women."
He smirked and waved his hand, "whatever bunny-boy, you're just jealous because you couldn't get Imai's attention."
"Oh fuck up!" he snarled, they were about to enter Natsume's room when Ruka noticed something, "Hey, Nat…"
"Yeah, jealous bunny boy?" he sneered.
"Oh cut the crap, did you leave the door unlocked, the light is green?" he pointed to his door and gave him a look, "looks like somebody's sleeping in your bed."
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Natsume angrily threw his unlocked door open, eyes glaring with passion. The four whistled innocently then sat on his couches. He walked through all his doors then shrieked—much to their surprise, nah, I'm just kidding, Natsume's string of curses rang throughout the room, making the four of them fall deep into the couch.
"What did you just do to all my damned mangas you little--!!"
"Whoa! Look, I'm still injured Natsume! Can't you possibly spare me this time?!" Mikan's voice suddenly mixed with Natsume's.
"Injured my ass! Your stupid damned injuries and mask was already removed two weeks ago! It means that you're perfectly healed already!"
"Not!! My head still hurts and my ears too! Your voice is too loud!" she exclaimed loudly, "hey aren't you mad at all?" she pouted cutely, hands placed by her hips.
"Sometimes, I really thought that you're an idiot, do you even know that?" he snapped, lips twisting into a sly grin.
"W-What do you mean?" she stuttered, backing away from him. He smirked more, grabbed her arm and walked to another door. "What pla—?"
"Will you just shut the hell up?" he snarled at her, he pushed his door open and to her shock she saw another secret room and she saw the identical book cases in front of her, still full of mangas.
"What the heck?" she shrieked loudly.
He smirked and pulled her waist, "Oi!" she screamed at him, fighting a blush off her face, "W-What are you doing?" her face was by his neck and his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, her arms were squashed in between his chest and hers and her feet were already on her tiptoes. His smell once again cast a spell on her.
He teasingly placed his lips upon her ear then whispered huskily, "just appreciating the effort, next time try my shoes, it'll be fun. And does this mean that we're quits?" she tried pushing herself away from him, but failed miserably for Natsume already bit her ear quite pleasurably, a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"Well?" he whispered again, "You moaned, did you like it?" she turned beet red, much to his satisfaction before retorting.
"Shut up! We'll be quits if you'll stop hugging me you damned pervert!" she snapped sarcastically. He simply chuckled and planted a soft kiss by her temple.
"Glad that we're talking, Ichigo…"
Ichigo? Hey… I'm not wearing that pattern to— "Oi! You pervert!"
"I didn't mean your underwear stupid! I meant your bra! Button those things up and pull your necktie up!"
"Hyuuga!!"
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Mid-august came, and so did the cold wind and falling leaves, orange, yellow and red leaves covered the grounds of both campuses, much to the kids delight, and much to the jochus disgust. Mikan was currently sweeping the soccer field, eyes still fixed on her rake. Anna was busy humming to herself, occasionally picking shaped leaves lying on the ground. Misaki was there, sitting down on a wide rock reading another girls magazine.
"Anna," Mikan muttered quietly, "you're humming today, any particular reason why?"
Anna turned around and blushed, "no reason at all, Mikan."
"Oh, really?" Misaki sneered, "Probably you and Koko made out or did something—exciting." Misaki smirked at her.
Anna hissed at Misaki, "Yumi and I aren't doing anything exciting or whatever else that's running inside your mind."
"Why are you blushing then Anna?" Mikan inquired.
"I am certainly not blushing Mikan!" she snapped indignantly, face getting redder every second.
"Well, you are blushing right now." She pointed out before laughing loudly.
"Why? You slept with Hyuuga right?" Anna pointed, eyes glaring at her.
"I slept in his room but I most certainly didn't sleep with that—excuse my language, sonovabitch."
"I thought the two of you are ok already?" Misaki asked.
"Well yeah, but I can still say whatever I wanna say about him right?" she placed her forefinger on her lip. "Everything's just hell normal, as I know."
"Oh." Misaki snapped her finger, 3 doppelgangers appeared behind her, and she began to order them around.
"How about you and Tsubasa-kun?" Anna asked nonchalantly. Misaki immediately stiffened, "doing anything exciting?"
"No we are most certainly not doing anything exciting at all."
"Oh, so making out by the wall isn't—" Misaki hurled her rake towards Mikan, "Shut up!!"
"You started this Misaki!" she grabbed her black basket and threw all the leaves up in the air.
"Mikan!!" they were still laughing when Mikan suddenly remembered Tonoichi, a month passed and yet, Tonoichi's still in his hospital room, lying on the hospital bed and still asleep. She dropped the basket and sighed, Misaki stared at her, "what's wrong Mikan?"
"Huh?" she asked inattentively, "nothing much Misaki." She smiled at her, "hey, I need to go, Hyuuga's calling me already." She stood up and bade them good bye.
'That's a lie,' she thought to herself as she turned left. 'That was a lie.'
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"To-no-i-chi," she was currently holding his hand, eyes still fixed on him. The doctor said that his condition is now stable but they aren't sure yet when he will wake up. Sakurano ordered some irises for Tonoichi they were neatly placed inside a vase, violet petals lying down on the table's surface. "When will you wake up?"
She was getting impatient, the doctor said that they have to wait for two weeks but a month already passed and yet he's still there, sleeping, she was actually wondering if Tonoichi's missing his cigarettes. "I have several boxes of cigarettes Tono! When will you wake up?!" she banged her fist on the bed and pouted, "When?"
She almost banged her head on the hospital bed when she heard a knock at the door, "yes?" she answered wearily.
"It's me, Imai, why the hell did you lock this door?" Hotaru's cold aura made her shake badly.
"Umm… gomen ne, Imai… I'll open—" she was about to stand up when the door banged open and hit the adjacent wall. Her amber eyes twitched, PMS-ing…
"What brings you here yet again, Sakura?" she asked nonchalantly. "Visiting your boyfriend?"
Mikan glared at her then frowned, "this asshole isn't my boyfriend, Ice Queen."
"Don't you dare call me that Sakura," she aimed her new gun in front of her face, and she swallowed hard, "don't ever do that—"
"Jeez woman, you don't have to repeat almost everything!" she stared at her curiously, "how about you? Visiting Imai Subaru? I thought—no heard that you hate every inch of him?"
"Yes, I do," she answered coldly, "but my mom is paying me twice my allowance just to check up on this mammoth."
Mikan laughed loudly, earning a growl from Subaru, "I must be off. I don't want to disturb the two of you." She smiled at her then went to the open door to leave.
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"Come on Mikan, cheer up will you? I'm gonna treat you some parfait later!" Yuu was already giving her his cute puppy eyes—inside the shujuns classroom, she raised the book on her face, gave him a cold glare before sitting up, her dark aura was already overwhelming most of the jochus and all the shujuns, except Natsume, Hotaru and Ruka. Kaito was away for a month long mission, so that means he'll be back home by November, Mikan thought grumpily. She started acting like that after they cleaned the grounds, as Anna said to all the jochus.
"Get your fucking face off mine, Yuu, do you even know that you're not cute when you do that?" she irritably slammed her fist on his face, and the next thing they know Yuu was already slammed against the wall, eyeglasses broken and askew.
"Itai…" he moaned, Ruka helped him stand up then glared at Mikan.
"Oi! Don't do that to Yuu!"
"Shut your ass Nogi." She hissed. If you're going to ask why she's in a bad mood well I'm gonna tell you, one, Kaito isn't here, two, Rui's little speech disturbed her badly, three, Yuki's banned her to go to the AAO and fourth, Tonoichi's still not awake no matter how hard she tried jumping on his stomach, earning her several fits from the nurses. She clenched her fists then burned the poor book.
"EEEEHHHH!!" a shujun probably whined when she entered the room, but then stopped when she saw Mikan's cold glare. "Have you heard? Tonoichi-sama's awake already! I just visited him in his room and—" the other fan girls crowded her and asked several questions. Mikan's deep, cold, and dark aura suddenly subsided when she heard that.
BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! Mikan's face was already on the floor when she opened her eyes, "Imai…"
"Looks like Sakura's injured, I'm gonna take her to the hospital, if anybody follows, Hyuuga or not I'll make sure that they'll experience hell all their lives." She dragged Mikan's arm outside the classroom.
"Imai! It hurts! Why do you have to do that?!" she whined, rubbing her nape.
"I know how badly you want to see that perverted Tonoichi of yours, and since I'm the only shujun allowed in that room at this time, you can get inside if you're with me. Get it?"
Mikan's eyes widened, "do I have to pay you or something?"
"Just tell me what's with you and Hiirigazaawa."
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"What are you talking about Imai? What's with me and Hiirigazawa? We aren't doing anything—" Hotaru shot her a glare as she pulled her out of the building.
"Don't lie, I'm smarter than you, I saw the two of you talking, what's with the two of you?"
"That's none of your business!" Mikan snapped irritably, "Rui's the son of Hiirigazawa-sama, one of the so called investors, like your parents, Natsume's, Nogi's—"
"and so?" Hotaru snapped, the two of them were already running towards the hospital, feet shuffling and kicking pebbles.
"I thought you're smarter than me? Rui, is our consultant. All the jochus consultant when it comes to class A mission and we aren't doing anything else, other than to discuss all those assy things about the goddamned AAO." She groaned in pain, "can you possibly let my arm go, blood's not rushing through my hand anymore!"
Hotaru gave her a 'are you sure' look. And she rolled her eyes, "Come on! I can't possibly have an affair with him! That's preposterous!"
"Nice vocabulary Sakura," she sneered. She lets go of her hand then casually strode inside the hospital, Mikan followed suit, hands shaking and eyes watering, and only one thing is inside her mind: kill him. Hotaru was already inside the elevator when she arrived, she glanced at her and popped a question.
"There are millions of fan girls there, can you handle them?"
"Yes, of course." The two of them walked out of the elevator and made their way through the swarming fan girls. Hotaru fired seven shots, making all the girls back away, Mikan sweatdropped at the sign hanging in front of Hotaru, 'dare get near me and I'll ask for some payment from all of you and blackmail you until you die.' She pushed the door open and entered the safe room.
"Mikan! Get the hell here! Tono's moaning your name for several—hey! You jackass!" Yuki shouted behind the curtain, his hair on the back was sticking out already, "Yuki-senpai!"
"Hey Mi-chan…" she hastily turned around and saw her other senpai, Kaname. His blonde hair was messy already and his cerulean eyes were almost hazy, "those fan girls are crazy… how are you?"
"Ano, I'm perfectly fine Kana-senpai! How about you?"
"Still sick," he laughed quietly, "Tono's awake already?"
"As I know… shall we?" she turned to Hotaru, "Imai-chan, thank you." She bowed to her and walked towards the curtained cubicle.
"Whatever."
"Tono!! You idiot! Why didn't you wake up all of a sudden?" she jumped on top of him and began punching him. he winced in pain and tried to ask for his friends help. The three of them shrugged and proceeded to do something. "I am asking you!!" she growled.
"Well, I dreamt of babes kissing me and—"
"Just because of that?" she exclaimed, grabbing hold of his neck and banging him on the bed post. "You jerk! You had me worried, and because of your little hero thing I got into a big trouble concerning Persona! Because of you I couldn't eat and sleep because I have to wait for you to wake up because I have to beat your sorry ass! You couldn't have—"
Tonoichi cut her with his laugh. "Come here," he patted his own abdomen asking her to lie down, "don't worry anymore, I'm fine." She began crying on his chest and banged her hands on his abdomen in disgust.
"Does this call for a group hug?" Yuki asked cheerfully.
"No." the two said sternly without batting an eyelash. Unknown to them Hyuuga Natsume was there, standing by the curtain, eyes glaring at the five of them.
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For the umpteenth time this fall, Sakura Mikan released a silent scream if that is possible. Hyuuga Natsume was currently lying on his abdomen, face buried under his pillow and his right hand was holding another manga, If this is one of his revenges again, surely Mikan would explode. His room was messier than ever, all his things starting from his trash to his books to his notebooks to his clothes to his underwear and to his pretty mangas. She released an exasperated sigh and made her way towards his bed casually picking up hid trash and muttering words. He didn't move or grunt while she nagged him. And to think of it she should be in a good mood because Tono was well. Expect the devil to ruin everything.
"Hyuuga!" she finally shouted, no response. She sat down on his bed, knowing that he'll scream at her, but still, no response. "I'm talking to you, heir of the Hyuuga industries."
"…"
"what's the matter with you?!" she exclaimed, "you're not as messy as this before! Why the hell are you doing this to me?"
He growled under his breath then pushed himself into a sitting position. "I'm trying to sleep here, can't you see?" he snapped angrily.
"I thought stopped arguing already? Is this one of your revenges again?" she asked weakly.
"No."
"Then why on earth are you doing this?!" she waved her arms in the air and glared at him, "Do-u-shi-te?"
"I just feel like it." He stated nonchalantly, "If you don't mind—" he lied back down but stopped when Mikan's hand grabbed his arm.
"Don't you dare turn your back at me you little—"
"Little what?" he shouted at her, "let go of me you little girl!"
"Unless you tell me why!" she insisted, "Just answer the goddamn thing!"
"I told you! I just feel like it!" he snapped angrily.
"Can't you at least be nice to me, Natsume?" she asked quietly, "huh?"
"And how can I do that?"
"Just—thank me, just say thanks… just—" he slapped her hand away grabbed hold of her own arms and planted his lips on hers, her eyes widened in what he just did, she never dreamed of this. Never in her whole life. She blinked uncertainly, hoping that it was just her imagination. But it felt real, his lips gently brushing against hers, his warm hands tightening around her arms and his scent filling her lungs. He started to apply pressure, hoping against hope that she'll kiss him back and respond.
"Natsu—" his lips brushed against her lower ones then, gently bit it, "me… sto—" he hungrily slipped his tongue inside her mouth and her insides melted, she felt wobbly and nauseated, she never did this before and she vowed never to do this, but here she is in his arms, letting herself get tasted by this perverted maniac. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer, and then she responded, her arms rose around his neck and grabbed hold of his collar, her tongue danced with him, slowly at first until she managed to keep up with him.
His taste was intoxicatingly minty and sweet, while hers was plain strawberry, his hands flowed all over her body as she moaned in bliss and pleasure, she didn't expect him to do this and she never wished for him to do this. He grabbed hold of her nape and pulled her even closer to his body, tasting all of her in one swift motion. Mikan broke the kiss and immediately pulled away, "what was that—"
"Is that enough to thank you?" he asked dryly.
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A/N: wow, that's short; I'm so bad in describing kisses! And I'm so mean!! Natsume's so bad to say that ne?? I bet he's jealous!!
Gomen, I'm not that good since I haven't had a make out session yet. Really sorry.
I might not update soon. But I'll try since my classes are about to come.
Spring fairy-hey, how was it? I'll give you the next documents for the next chapter… I really need to make this quick.
Uke0sensei-I didn't manage to reply to you. Sure I'd love to! To you too XxSimpleSilentxX
I'm gonna congratulate the 300th reviewer! Whoever he or she is, since my reviews haven't reached 300th yet!
And I'm planning to remove blood and tears… I'm gonna do something else. Gomen!
This story of mine by the way has only 18 chapters.
Next chapter:
Order 10: Parfaits and soups
'Hey, Sakura, Natsume said he doesn't need you today, I'll pick you up later.'
'Eh? Oh… ok then…'
So who could that guy be??
Guess who!
Reviews minna!! I won't update until it reaches 350!! So cruel… just kidding. T.T I'm serious.
Thanks to the anonymous reviewers!!
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