Hey everyone...
So, I edited some stuff with this story especially with the pairing. I just realized that I sucked royally in the grammar and I didn't know then that the tense is supposed to be past tense.
I didn't edit everything, mind you. I'm a loyal slacker so I guess you could see that in the story. I think I started in chapter 2 with the major editing...
Anyway, I've written two new chapters after a very long hiatus (sorry i didn't warn any of the guys waiting for almost a year-major problems came up in my family and school). Second year high school was hectic in Phil-Sci. At least in my third year this year, it won't be so hectic.
I'm done with promising you guys for a certain time for my update. I'm done with breaking my promises. I can't even tell you guys how sorry I am.
Since those who had been waiting for this story to update probably got sick of waiting, I'm just going to say sorry and i hope you'll forgive me. To those who had been reading my stories and making Story Alerts and some even gave a few reviews, thanks a lot. I really appreciate it.
P.S. : This note is just going to repeat from the first chap until the 22nd chapter of my story.
Chapter 7 – My bro
"You know," Permy said. "It's a shame we can't ride these anytime anywhere."
"Life sucks when you have a double-life," Hotaru muttered in agreement.
"Hey, Mikan," Nonoko said. "Why do we have to ride the Mercedes S-Guard? I mean, is there a storm comin'?" She added a stifled chuckle. "Is Edward Cullen coming here?"
"Haha, very funny," I muttered sarcastically. "I have three reasons."
"And, what would that be?" Anna asked in a cute way.
"One, it's got a huge luggage area. Two, we can't risk someone seeing us. This baby's tints are enough." I patted the hood in a mock-affectionate way. "And three, I miss driving it."
They laughed at the third reason (well, Hotaru only rolled her eyes). I'm sure they could see my eyes burn with the intent to drive.
Yes, I have a car similar to what Bella got in Breaking Dawn (her 'before' car, as they put it. If you read the Saga, well, let's just say you get what I mean). It has the same characteristics, too. It was sleek and shiny. No, I didn't buy it. My brother gave it to me because he thought I was so into Twilight (puh-lease! As if I'd get addicted to Edward Cullen? How could I get infatuated with someone who I can't touch, much less see? Geez, teenagers these days…). So, he gave it to me as a gift, saying that he has a lot of cars to spare. Rich dummy (add a sarcastic eye roll).
Eventually, we hopped in the car. Of course, I was in the driver's seat, Hotaru was in the passenger seat, and the other four were in the backseat. They weren't cramped there since they were fit and in shape (even Yuu even though he has a height of almost 6'1").
We drove casually down the highway as we listened to the music blasting in my radio. We chatted a little about nonsense things.
"Oh, Permy, Noko, guess what? I just realized something. Somehow your Prince Charming in the past chose you as partners," Anna teased while waggling her eyebrows. "They still ain't over yaaaa," she added in a sing-song voice.
"Even though you rejected them in middle school, they still seem to follow you now," Hotaru chimed in unenthusiastically. Seriously, the girl never shows any emotion unless it is crab brains (um, ew, just ew).
"Hmph, whatever," Sumire fired back while sticking her tongue out. "At least Mikan got Mr. Hottie as partner and Hotaru got Mr. Gorgeous," she added while a swoon look appeared on her face.
That comment made me step on the brakes and park on an abandoned lot.
"You like them?" I asked in a disbelieving / choked voice.
"Well, they are good-looking," she said and blushed. "No, wait, scratch that. They are hot-looking."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I snapped as I drove through the highway. "But if you're gonna follow them like a lost puppy, we'll disown you," I threatened as I saw her pale.
"Chill, Mikan," Yuu soothed as he chuckled nervously. "The girl needs some love life once in a while."
"You could say that because you have sweet ol' Anna to cuddle with," Nonoko teased as I snorted a laugh. And we continued teasing the blushing couple (well, couple to us) until I dropped them to their homes.
"Hey, Mikan," Hotaru said as we parked in front of her house. "Be careful when you're with Hyuuga," she warned. Well, that surprised me.
"I heard rumors saying that he's a playboy," Hotaru continued in a warning voice. "He may seem nice to you today but the next minute, you'll see him kissing a slut."
Whoa, concerned much? But still, I knew Hotaru wasn't an emotionless shell.
"But how's he gonna play with my feelings if I don't love him, much less like him?" I asked in a confused tone.
"Well, he's got ways," Hotaru answered. "Why do you think they call him a playboy?"
"Oh, right," I answered the rhetorical question. A thought came up to me. "Do you think he would know our secret?"
"That's another thing," Hotaru answered in an exasperated way. "He knows how to get the secret outta you and you've got nothing to do with it."
A moment of silence engulfed the car.
"Well, if he's ever gonna hurt my feelings," I said as I started the engine. "Maybe, you should be the one warning him about me than you warning me about him." I showed her an evil smile.
"Hmm… you're right." Hotaru showed me her wicked smile. "Just be careful, idiot," she added as she got out of the car. She extended a fist.
"You, too," I replied as I punched my fist with hers and drove off to my house.
Okay, technically, I own this house (obviously) and I live here. The thing is, this is just my 'decoy house' so to keep our secret (we all have our 'decoy house'. I dropped my friends to theirs). My house is just a one-story house with the usual taste of 'ordinary' (I'm too lazy to describe it).
I parked up on the front hoping that there aren't any fans lurking around (of course, I looked around just to make sure). I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw no one. But then, I felt that something was off. I ignored it and got out of the car. The feeling just got bigger… it means that someone's in my house! Okay, alright, I'll do this the hard way.
Seemingly unfazed by the fact that someone was in my house, I stepped in the door and quickly ran from room-to-room to get my stuff (by stuff I meant my clothes and disguises, toolbox, guitars, amplifiers, other things that you don't wanna know, and my human-necessities). I put my clothes and human-needs in bags while the other stuff, well, I've got my ways. As I ran to my car, I opened the trunk and put in the stuff. Then, out of nowhere, the presence I felt was coming closer to me.
Just when it was close enough, I extended my right elbow hard and hit something soft but hard at the same time (weird description, isn't it?). That something groaned "oof!" and I smirked. I reached to the back and reached for that something's arm. I grabbed the arm and flipped him to the small, grassy lawn of my house.
"Ow, ow,ow! Could you be harsher than my manager? Geez," he groaned.
Realizing who it was and not a burglar or anything, I gasped. "Tsubasa-nii-sama? What are you doing here? I thought you were still in Europe!" I exclaimed.
"Well…yeah, I was," he said and groaned in pain. "Could you help me up? I can't feel myself."
"That's what you get for sneaking-up on me," I muttered as I offered him my hand, which he took. I lifted him up in one swift motion.
"Thanks, I'll try to remember that," he said as he stretched his body.
"Anyways, I just arrived this morning. I heard and saw that you have a concert tomorrow, so I came here to watch it," he announced as his eyes twinkled. "I think I deserve to see my sister play."
"Oh well, thanks," I said and scratched my head. An instinctive reflex.
"But you'd better put on a disguise or something or else you'll see yourself in the hospital morgue," I warned with a teasing tone.
"Hmm… last time I checked, I got beaten up by my imouto about 5 minutes ago," he teased back as he ruffled my hair. He then held my shoulders and stepped back to take a good look at me.
"Wow, Miks! You totally grew into a sizzling hot lady slash chick since the last time I saw you," he commented earning a thwack on the head from yours truly.
"Duh! It was 2 years ago," I reminded him.
"No," he said. "I was referring to you concert 2 months ago." He paused. "It was on t.v."
I managed not to roll my eyes. Typical brother.
"Hmm… must be the genes," I said obviously referring to his 6'5" build. He just patted my head with a grin in reply.
I then noticed something. "Well, you really wore your so-called disguise." I pointed to his attire.
Today, he wore a French hat that covered his midnight blue hair partly, a white polo shirt with 3 buttons unfastened, a black Armani tux, the jacket was leather and the pants look like silk. His shoes were black and shiny (I have a hunch it's the new one that won't be out by next season). He scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Yeah, that's another thing I'm gonna ask from you," he said as he laughed in an embarrassed way. "Can I come over to the Room and well, uh, ask for your help for my disguise tomorrow?" he continued.
"Yeah, sure," I replied as I held back a snigger. "You can come over by 12 pm so we can have lunch together," I added.
"Yes!" he said as he punched the air with his fist. "I owe you one, Miks!" And he gave me one of his bear-crushing hug.
"Ca…can't bre…breathe," I said using what voice I could only muster.
"Oh, sorry," he apologized as he put me down.
"I gotta jet. I still need to set things up in the house," he said and gave me another ruffle on the head before jogging to his Lamborghini Murciélago (I wonder how he got that to here from Europe).
Wondering who he is?
He's Tsubasa Andou a.k.a. Shadow. He's my brother (the one who gave me my Guardian) and my #1 idol.
Why Andou and not Sakura?
Well, we thought that if people think we're not siblings, they won't bug the heck out of either of us.
He first landed a job in Kuwait as an assistant in clothes for the models to wear (poor guy). Then, one night, when the daughter of the king held a snazzy fashion show, one of their models got injured in the leg and can't walk for a week. Conveniently, the guy was the same size as Bro.
So, when he was requested (demanded would be a better term, my Bro said) to do the job, he hesitated, weighing his options on fame and freedom. He decided to do the job because he doesn't want anyone to get embarrassed or hurt if he was concerned (even though he's not).
Luckily, Bro was a macho kind of guy (a tall one at that). And, you can discover the rest of the story. He got a job in modeling and a daily allowance of 500,000 Dinar (!) from the king of Kuwait in gratitude for him "saving the day and his daughter's reputation". What's better, even though he's a multimillionaire, he's still humble, kind, loving, and caring (polite? Maybe, sometimes…I dunno) just like how I knew him. Yeah, he'd act playboy and all but he's completely and utterly innocent! (really, he hasn't had a girlfriend ever since, much less kiss a girl. Bleck!)
As I watched him zoom away in his car, I sighed hoping that we'll make through this façade we're doing. I hoped that our performance tomorrow would pay off the hard work we put in it.
And speaking of tomorrow, I rapidly closed the trunk and ran to the driver's seat. I need to hurry if I want to live for tomorrow's performance. Thinking about Hotaru being mad made me shiver in fear when I remembered what she does when she is.
It was when we were in elementary (4th grade) that some retards were trying to bully us.
Hotaru and I were walking casually towards the cafeteria where we'll meet Anna, Nonoko, Permy, and Yuu. But then, our way was blocked by the 6th grade bullies.
"Hah! What are you midgets doing in our territory?" one of the asked in a mean way. "Those who pass here would give us their lunch money so that we won't hurt them."
"But, we don't have our money with us!" I said wishing that Bro was here. He'd kick the butts of these morons when he sees us.
"Nice try, girly, but I think we'll take it by force," the other said as he grabbed my school bag. That made me angry. I kicked his private section and he cussed.
"Looks like Gama is downed by this girly," another said. "How about this one here, it seems to me that this one's harmless."
He grabbed Hotaru's bag and its contents spilled on the pavement. Then, a glass jar of crab brains fell.
"Heh, what are these?" another asked, since there were about 6 of them, and picked the jar up.
"Don't touch that," Hotaru growled in fury as she glared at the bully.
"Heh, what are you gonna do about it?" the one who picked the jar said tauntingly. "This one's nothin'."
Then…he smashed the jar onto the pavement.
I could feel the killing intent Hotaru was releasing. Bad mistake, mister.
"Mikan," Hotaru hissed. "Close your eyes."
Once I covered my eyes, I could hear her going on a rampage.
I could hear: 3 bones cracking, a private section being hit…10 times, multiple "pow's", and pained groans.
I opened my eyes to see them in the same situation: bloody noses and mouths, clutching their *ahem*, groaning in pain, and wincing.
"That's what you get for pissing me off," Hotaru growled as she took my arm and stomped off towards the cafeteria.
"Don't worry, Hotaru," I tried to soothe. "I'll buy you a supply of it."
"Tch, that was the most delicious one," she replied icily. "I was sure of it."
Using all of my strength, I didn't roll my eyes. I don't get Hotaru and her crab brain obsession.
Okay, so I didn't see her doing what she did to those bullies but I could hear it.
I finally arrived at her 'decoy house' and waited for her to come out.