Hi everyone!
So in my former announcement, (for those who haven't read it) I expressed my utter interest in taking up this fanfic again so I decided to post a notice as heads-up for those who already lost the hopes of this story ever being updated again. So yeah.
I also said that I am aware of my execution – by you mobs for my loooooooooooong update and that I know that you're all eager to take my head away from the rest of my body using a wonderful sparkly scythe.
And I know that my execution is still there. But first! Read this then decide on my death, okay?
(Special thanks to Princess14147 by the way for the inspiring reply! )
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My Fiance is a WHAT? Part III
Disaster.
That was what Natsume brought with him in Mikan's life since he effortlessly waltzed into her formerly completely normal life. The brunette sighed as she recounted that five days ago, she had absolutely no idea that he existed. She repeats, absolutely no idea that somewhere out there, there's an absolutely devious prince named Natsume Hyuga who was born to annoy the living hell out of her. But that was five days ago, the past, and who would have thought – who would have thought! – that exactly a day after that, she'd be gradually hurtling her way inch by inch to their wedding?
Oh, yes she is. Inch-by-inch. Slowly but surely.
Who would have thought?
She never did and look where that got her? HA!
As ironic as it may sound, here she was, finding herself in front of her fiancé's fangirls, being tortur – I'm sorry – interviewed innocently regarding their engagement.
Right, innocently, Mikan thought with gritted teeth.
The brunette knows that half of the school's female population is strictly devoted and not to mention rabid Natsume fans, okay? Mikan's not some self-denying brat. She acknowledges that fact straight and clean! Besides, Natsume said so himself! Who was she to twist some renowned universal fact to her own convenience? But Mikan never saw it coming that the one to interview her would be a Natsume worshipper as well!
I mean, seriously. Where did that no-bias thingy mantra the journalists use? She thought because surely, they must be breaking some Journalist policy here or something. The interview's practically scripted!
Okay, so here's what's currently happening. It's basically akin to a cake recipe. You know, with the ingredients and procedure. Let's see…
Ingredients:
1 whole completely innocent commoner-turned-royal-fiancée-named Mikan
2 loyal journalist members of the Natsume fanclub
1 empty locked room
Procedure:
1. Lure the innocent commoner-turned-royal-fiancée otherwise known as Mikan into the empty locked room. Obviously, you should unlock it first to enter then lock it again for PRESS convenience.
2. Add the 2 loyal journalist members of the Natsume fanclub in the room with Mikan. (We prefer to call them Sachi and Riisa)
3. Leave Sachi to interrogate Mikan based on the pre-written questions on her notepad while Riisa takes note of Mikan's responses.
4. Sachi asks a question.
5. Mikan answers truthfully.
6. Mikan's answer is wrong. (trans: Mikan answered differently from the prepared and scripted supposed answer she should have given instead, in the fangirls' point of view)
7. Sachi corrects her sternly.
8. Mikan tries – and fails – to defend her answer and uselessly protest against the journalists' alterations.
9. Riisa writes their version of the answer anyway.
10. Repeat procedure number 4-9 until the interview's done.
***WARNING: There is a high possibility of a certain royal blood photographer named Hotaru to interfere with this plan. If so, admit her into the room since no one can do anything about her and let her cover the interview instead.
So, yeah. That's about it.
Honestly, why did they even need Mikan for the interview? They could have just, you know, written their own version of the interview like what they're doing right now instead of pretending to listen to her side! Why did they even decide to go all through this hassle?
"Okay, so next question," Mikan heard Sachi say.
The brunette couldn't help but glare at her. It was all she could do, after all, to prevent herself from pulling her brown tresses out in frustration. Right now, the thing Mikan is dying to do is either a) Scream her head off in anger or b) Murder all the fangirls or c) All of the above.
Well, actually, if she really have to choose, she's most likely to pick the letter C. But then again, that involves killing so that's out of the question. She believes that the Imperial family accepted her as Natsume's wife – not some Natsume fangirl-murderer.
Who would want his wife as a so-called murderer anyway? No one! Exactly. And that no one includes Natsume. That's right…he wouldn't want her as his wife if she killed anyone. So she must behave. Behave, Mikan.
Wait, did she just consider Natsume liking her? Oh god, she must be crazy. See? This is what this interview's driving her! It's driving her mad! Mikan screamed inwardly, oblivious that Sachi had asked the next question already and was impatiently waiting for her to answer.
Riisa was about to jot down their version of the brunette's supposed answer when Hotaru thankfully decided to save her butt. Not that it'd make a lot of difference, actually.
"Oi, baka. I have nothing against you glaring at this witch to her death if she's actually going to die through your virtual daggers but seeing as she's still alive and kicking then you better answer her question instead of flashing that annoying expression of yours," Hotaru commented through her camera lenses and snapped a shot away.
Mikan pouted and huffed. Well, she better get this over with fast seeing as how it's gradually killing her. She couldn't possibly do anything about their manipulative interview, now does she? So the best way to resolve this is to end it quickly, she decided.
"So what is it?" Sachi asked impatiently, tapping her shoe on the marble floor.
"You know, if you were as smart as you claim to be, you would have noticed that I wasn't listening and repeated the question right away. But seeing as you aren't…then I'm going to put it simply in a language you'd understand," Mikan teased. "I'm sorry, my head was on the clouds thinking of your Natsume-sama and the wonderful relationship we have so would you please repeat the question, Miss Journalist?"
Mikan flashed a victorious grin. The only consolation she gets from this torture is torturing these witches back with the retelling of her and Natsume's sweet, airy, and most importantly nonexistent relationship.
And as if right on cue, both Sachi's and Riisa's eyebrows twitched in complete synchronization giving Mikan a double hard time trying to stifle her threateningly boisterous laughter.
Sachi coughed and said, "Mikan-sama, what is the most exclusive thing that you can reveal about His Royal Highness, Natsume Hyuga-sama that is completely unknown to the public. You know, just to prove your intimacy," she added with malice.
It was Mikan's turn to twitch. Somehow, the rest of the school body's still in the middle of relieving their selves from the shock that Mikan's Natsume's soon to be wife. She could tell that everybody's still in that self-denial phase – which is completely fine with the brunette actually, seeing as how she's not over it yet herself.
She grinned nonetheless since that particular question drifted her back to the day before…
…into the wildest discoveries she's ever made.
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Mikan looked up from where she was carelessly sprawled, a glossy magazine in her hands.
She was currently in Hotaru's room which turned out to be the size of a house cluttered with strange looking mechanisms. Entering the raven-haired's room feels like being zapped years forward into the future where robots loiter all over the place.
Well, it was Hotaru after all, Mikan thought. The inventing maniac of a best friend she has, she mused.
Today was supposed to be a school day and she was supposed to be interviewed today too. But then again, like everything in her life – inconsistent and changing into the most surprising things – classes were suspended because of a storm.
And so, our little brunette princess found it her job to be a nuisance to her best friend seeing as how she was sick of annoying Natsume. Besides, he had some Prince Duties he had to attend to.
Right, Mikan thought with her eyes half-closed. He just wanted to avoid me. Honestly, he'd rather spend his time seated idly beside Ruka. Actually, he'd rather do everything else with Ruka! Sometimes I just think he's gay, Mikan continued her thoughts. Stupid Natsume. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stu-
"Would you please keep your thoughts to yourself," Hotaru muttered from her seat as she welded a metal arm into its metal socket. "Honestly, dummy, there's a reason why there's something called mental cursing,"
Mikan sighed and made her way over to her best friend's other desk cluttered with photographs. "Sorry," she mumbled quite sheepishly.
The raven-haired lass sighed. "If you're so jealous of those two homos then why don't you just check on them instead of being a complete fly I want to swat in my room?"
"Hotaru, meanie!" Mikan stuck out her tongue. "I am not jealous okay? Seriously, Hotaru...I think you need hearing aids. I repeated that statement for like a hundredth time already."
The latter just rolled her eyes. "Right, let's pretend I'm an idiot and I believe you."
"…"
Weld. Weld. Screw. Pink! Ponk! Pink! Ponk!
"…"
Pink! Ponk! Pink! Ponk!
"Hey, Hotaru,"
"What?"
"Do you think Natsume's kissed Ruka before?"
Hotaru almost dropped her hammer. "Excuse me?"
"Haha," Mikan laughed nervously. "Nevermind. That was stupid. Of course there's not way that they di – "
"Who knows, they might be snogging right now." Hotaru casually muttered as she continuously rapped her invention. Strangely, Mikan never replied after that and Hotaru just had to look up to her best friend to check if she's still breathing.
She was not.
Mikan was hyperventilating.
Don't tell me she actually believed me? Stupid!
"Oi, dummy," Hotaru shook her. "You're such an idiot. Can't you differentiate a fact from a joke?"
Mikan gasped for air. "Well jokes are supposed to be funny!"
"I thought it was funny!" Hotaru reiterated.
"You thought! Hotaru, you're different remember? You're barely human!"
"Are you calling me an alien?"
"…"
She glared at the brunette. "Either way, it was a joke okay? So quit being a green-eyed monster and start remember that you have lungs to inflate and deflate every 3 second interval!"
"Well how was I supposed to know?" Mikan screeched in frustration. "Hotaru's face rarely changes whether you're sputtering boring cold facts or trying and *cough* failing *cough* to crack jokes!"
Glare. "One more word and you're out of this room, Mikan."
Mikan pouted and mumbled while fishing random photos to view, "Well, it's true. It's as if Hotaru's face is made of rubber set in a single specific expression. It's like you won't even bother twitching an eyebrow even if a man flashed himself naked in front of you. Come to think of it, I don't even know if you're in full control of your facial muscles – " and Mikan continued to babble on.
Hotaru was glaring spears by now and Mikan was lucky that they haven't impaled their selves at her. "Hey, dummy, remember that time when you – "
But of course, Hotaru never managed to launch her threat since Mikan surprisingly dug a very curious photograph from Hotaru's stash.
"Hey, Hotaru," Mikan said carefully, her eyes twitching. "What's this thing?"
Hotaru only spared her a short glance. Honestly, she was getting tired of babysitting Mikan. Why is she even here of all places? The Palace holds hundreds of rooms, for god's sake! She could be anywhere! Why here?
"This is called a photograph. Pho-to-graph. Okay? Remember that. Now, when I flash this," Hotaru grabbed her camera and flashed a quick photo of Mikan. "I capture the soul of the person. So be afraid!"
"Sheesh Hotaru," Mikan said. "Stop joking! I'm not that dumb! I know what a photograph is and don't take me as a cave woman," then muttered, "Capturing souls, yadda, yadda, yadda. That was a lame joke okay? And yes, I'm acknowledging that as a joke – a poor fruit of your limited humor. Anyway, I was referring to the subject and caption of this photograph." And the brunette flashed Hotaru the picture.
Hotaru managed a quick roll of eyes before laying them on the said picture which disturbed her best friend's wits. The moment she did though, comprehension crawled into her as she recognized why on earth it captured Mikan's attention.
It was the photograph she acquired the day the brunette was bullied: the one with Natsume smirking handsomely – although Hotaru would never admit that fact in a million years – and Ruka blushing like a fat juicy tomato over an innocent plate of lasagna. It had the caption she prided herself on. 'Natsume Hyuga and Ruka Nogi turning gay for each other'
"Oh, that," Hotaru said nonchalantly, as if it's nothing.
"It's not, 'Oh, that,' Hotaru! So it's true!" Mikan screeched. She couldn't believe it! She's marrying a homosexual! One who has fallen in love with his best friend!
"What – Mikan, you dummy. It's not what you – " Hotaru tried to explain for the love of god and peace of this Palace.
But it was too late. Mikan was prancing around her room, clutching the culprit of her insanity, screaming monstrosities.
"Oh my god! That's why you called them homos earlier! I should have known! Oh wait, I did know! I just had it to be confirmed!" Mikan couldn't believe her luck. "It's always the best friend isn't it? You know, no matter how perfect the girl is, the guy just had to fall in love with his best friend and they'd end up with each other leaving the poor girl with her broken heart and buckets of tears and the weight of the whole world on her shoulders. Only I can't believe it'd happen to me! I lost to a guy! I'm such a loser I can't – "
"Mikan, would you please – " Hotaru begged. She couldn't believe that she, the famous Hotaru-sama is begging! Ungh, she is seriously considering the idea of smacking Mikan with a pan right now to render her unconscious. Oh god, she's now rolling on the floor laughing while screaming.
"Ha! Prince Duties, my ass! Who's he trying to fool! That gay! I'm…oh…what if he's with Ruka right now? HA! PRINCE DUTIES, right! I have to check for myself. What the hell, I'm marrying a gay prince! Who fell in love with his best friend! Who takes snogging his male best friend as one of his Prince Duties! I must see for myself!" Mikan continuously muttered as she dashed out of Hotaru's room to where Natsume presumably is, leaving the poor raven-haired girl alone, staring at her trail.
Hotaru sighed. "Dummy. Now who has limited humor?"
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Natsume was working.
Wait, wrong. Natsume was trying to work. But for some reason, he just can't comprehend the statements in his Prince Lessons. He can't understand a simple sentence like, 'Then he died.'
He just can't.
And who is he blaming? Oh, I don't know. Maybe some bubbly brunette idiot who just hugged him tightly last night, sincerely thinking that he was her pillow! He couldn't even breathe! He had to try and roll her out of his chest to no avail! That girl seriously must be related to monkeys. Instead of getting her off him, he even earned a heavy leg to accompany the arms on his stomach.
Forget about the lack of sleep, it's the memory that's rendering him disabled right now. He couldn't forget how she smelled, how she felt, how his insides burned feeling her beside him – so close for his own good.
He didn't know that girls smelled so nice. Well, wait. He did know. He has a mother and a sister, okay? But Mikan smelled differently. She didn't smell nauseatingly like his mother nor did she smell too mildly like his sister. She smelled…addictive.
Ungh, he's as good as a drug addict now the way he's so intoxicated with her. It's so wrong! Natsume mentally slapped himself.
It didn't work. He tried it in real life. Slap! There. He's fully awake now. Ha!
"Natsume?" Ruka asked worriedly, taking a break from patting Usagi-chan. He didn't think that his cousin was into self-torture. He thought more of him as a sadist – not a masochist.
"What?"
"Are you alright?" Ruka asked.
Natsume scowled at him. What would make him think that he was not in perfect condition? "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You just slapped yourself."
Natsume scowled more. "I was swatting a mosquito." He lied.
Wrong move. He inwardly cursed. Ruka's eyes turned into saucers then he glared at his cousin. "Did you just hurt an insect?"
"What the hell, Ruka? It was a mosquito! A blood-sucker! It was sucking my blood – royal blood!" Natsume defended, knowing quite well where this was going.
"I don't care if your blood is blue or green or even black Natsume. The point here is that you hurt an animal!" Ruka pursued, now standing up.
"What – Ruka, it was a pes – "
"Oh no, you didn't," Ruka simply stated. "You didn't just call that poor mosquito a pest!"
"Fine, I didn't call it a pe – "
"Don't even try! Seriously, Natsume. First, the poor innocent cockroach and now a mosquito! When will you ever learn? And you call yourself the next emperor? Well I never thought that the next emperor's into discrimination! Ha! Wait until the public knows," Ruka taunted, now in his full frustrated animal defender self.
"Ruka, would you please – there 's not even such thing as discrimination against pests! And that cockroach nearly gave me some sort of disease okay? Who told it to go swimming in my soup? Ha! And all along I was wondering why the hell I was born as the crown prince. Now I know! Because if you ascend the throne, you'd reject all projects on getting rid of mosquitoes rendering the whole nation into a mass of epidemic Dengue and Malaria!" Natsume ranted.
"Oh shut up, you," Ruka muttered as he neared Natsume, his hands out stretched in a murderous way.
"W-what are you trying to do? Oi, Ruka!" Natsume cursed as both he and Ruka fell to the carpeted floor wrestling with each other, unconsciously ruining each other's clothes so that when the grand doors of Natsume's study burst open, revealing a mad-eyed Mikan, both were in an awkward position, worsening the huge misunderstanding running in Mikan's head.
Natsume was on top of Ruka, both looking so disheveled with a few buttons of their shirts torn away, revealing ample amount of chest and skin and it didn't helped that both were out of breath and flushed.
Naturally, Mikan screeched, once again calling the whole household into that place.
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"Natsume," Kaoru called.
"I told you, it was a big misunderstanding!" Natsume muttered for the nth time then glared at Mikan – the cause of everything. Surprisingly, she was seated prim and properly, in a way that suggests that she was innocent and had nothing to do with the chaos. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time is all.
"Wow, couz," Tsubasas whistled. "You could've just told me instead of…you know…revealing it in such a – "
Natsume glared at his cousin.
"Would you stop scaring your cousin, Nattie!" Kaoru reprimanded again, massaging her temples. "Oh god. I know I dressed you up as a girl when you were younger – "
"Mother!"
"Don't interfere when I'm talking, young man! Or in this case…whatever you might be! I never thought that that joke would affect your sexual orientation!"
"Onii-chan, are you really…"
"Aoi!" Natsume growled. "I'm not gay, okay? What the hell…?"
"Then what were you doing on top of Ruka?" Misaki asked, equally baffled by what was happening.
"I told you, it was a misunderstanding! Ruka, say something!" Natsume said through gritted teeth. It takes two to tango okay?
"Uh…uh…I – I ….uh…" and he submitted into a blushing fit. He was hopeless, and so was Natsume. Actually, he has the sudden urge to bang his head against a wall. Luckily, he might have a severe concussion and get this over with.
Who in their right minds would question his sexuality? Right, no one. But then again, no one in this household is in his or her right mind anyway.
Youichi sighed. "It seems that I had the wrong role model. I guess I'm destined for a wrecked future huh?"
"Oh shut the drama up, You-chan," Misaki muttered. All this fuss was giving her a headache.
"M-mom, I also saw this…" Mikan said, receiving another glare from Natsume and a bunch of curious stares at the others.
Hotaru stared pointedly at the object. She recognizes it very well. In fact, it was produced by her and Natsume and Ruka know that very well.
"Imai," Natsume growled.
"Shut it, Hyuga," she answered.
Kaoru brought her hands to her mouth. "O-oh!" Tears welling up in her eyes. Of course, they weren't genuine and everyone knew that but they decided to let the older woman be. "Mikan, dear. It must be so hard for you. I'm really sorry, in behalf of my s-so – I can't even bear to say it. I don't know what he is right now but, I'm deeply sorry," then she stood up and dramatically ran out of the room, leaving the teenagers in the room.
Natsume shook his head in disbelief. What the hell did he do to earn this? "Seriously, would someone stop this stupid nonsense?"
"Natsume-nii," Youichi started. "I never expected you…to be…nevertheless, it was a great beginning for the both of us. But I think…I'd start reconsidering my parents' plea for me to go back to England. I might need more distance." Then he left, joining in on the drama.
"Y-you-kun!" Aoi muttered, standing up then glancing at her brother – or…err…sis…nevermind then chased the silver-haired boy.
"Would you please stop treating me like a vermin? How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not gay?" he snapped.
"Well couz, you're on your own. I, um…need some man time with…uh, my girlfriend. Come on, Misaki," Tsubasa said while grinning, dragging Misaki with him.
"…"
"Imai," Natsume started again.
"Shut up, Hyuga," Hotaru muttered, looking away. "Blame that dumb-o over there who launched this big misunderstanding,"
Natsume glared at Mikan who quickly looked away. "Well, it's true! Honestly, Natsume. You could have saved me the awkwardness of it all when I slept with you on the same bed had you told me that you were gay. I wouldn't have worried about my purity."
"What – "
"Excuse me while I head over to Dr. Harada with Ruka-pyon. It seems that both of us were traumatized and deeply horrified by your immoral actions." Mikan muttered lady-like while dragging the half-reduced vegetable-like Ruka with her. He was indeed traumatized.
After they had left, Natsume was left looking as if he had replaced Atlas from bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders while Hotaru merely sighed, retrieved the scandalous photo and deserted the poor misunderstood Prince as well.
Completely sure that he was finally alone, Natsume was granted with the thing he was aching to do since all of this ensued…
He banged his hand – hard. On the table.
It hurt.
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So that's about it.
Five days ago, Mikan didn't know there was some so-called prince in this country. The next day, she was marrying him. She was seriously cursing her luck upon the discovery of his rotten personality and she honestly thought that nothing worse could happen – that is until she learned that she was marrying a gay.
Her life sucks.
"So?" Sachi waited. After re-asking her last question, Mikan annoyingly slipped into one of her long space-out moments again, driving the journalist nuts. She hated waiting! "Or what? You're not as intimate as you claim to be rendering you speechless for this question?"
"Shut it!" Mikan reiterated, really annoyed. "We're close okay? In fact, I've got the juiciest discovery I'm sure not even a single one of you knew about your so-called Natsume-sama!"
Hotaru lowered her camera. "Idiot, you're not going to – "
But she did and it was too late for Hotaru to stop Mikan's big flappy mouth.
"Natsume's gay!"
Poor Sachi looked like she swallowed a fly.
Riisa dropped her pen and hiccupped.
Mikan did her little happy dance.
And Hotaru…
…well, Hotaru sighed once again, wondering what the hell happened under her nose again.
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Okay…so that was done. Execution. Right.
I guess I shall start practicing living my everyday life without my head. Sigh. So…after reading it, who's still up for my long-awaited beheading? Say aye! Through REVIEWS for those interested, yes?
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