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An Unwanted Visitor

Then he kissed her.

He kissed her.

Kissed.

Kiss.

Kiss. Yes, that's it. He kissed her.

Oh, wait. Were you waiting for me to elaborate? Like maybe something in the lines of…

Mikan craned her neck heavenwards to meet the gorgeous crimson pools of the Blue blood, never expecting what came afterwards. She just felt the Prince's soft and warm lips meet hers for the first time, rendering her panicked mind into submission. A lot of questions whirled her mind, all asking what the hell she was doing.

He was kissing her! Hard – that is. And all she could think of was that it felt so awesome, making her kiss him back. She was in complete disarray and her body wouldn't obey any commands from that rational part of her. She should be slapping him now, right?

But what is she doing? Oh, that's right. They're currently in a make-out session! Hello, Mikan? Remember, you're in front of a huge crowd. They're filming this right now. By tomorrow, millions of people will be seeing your little antic. By Monday, Natsume's fangirl's will be flaying you alive. Care to wake up now? No? No. She didn't listen! Or rather, she can't.

Virtually, there's a neon sign hung on both of them saying, "THERE. NATSUME'S NOT GAY. DND, CURRENTLY IN A MAKE-OUT SESSION. SHOO."

You wanted me to narrate that didn't you? Good news: I just did. Bad news: That's not what happened.

Here is what really happened:

Natsume just kissed her. Kiss, as in, their lips just crashed – no passion, no nothing. Just – crash! Voila, kiss!

Dear reader, you must hate me right now. But reality check! You should be attentive to know that both of them aren't in any severe emotional state as to kiss each other that torrid yet. Kay? Wait. Just wait, okay? Patience!

As they say, good things come to those who wait.

Now, shall I take you to the rest of our story?

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Mikan didn't sleep well. Well, who could, anyway?

The most sought after bachelor slash Prince of the State just kissed her in front of a crowd equipped with evil contraptions that would air their little show the day after to the whole world and she'll still manage to sleep? If that were so, trust me, she would have started worshipping herself by now.

She knows that it was just a stupid kiss for publicity okay? She reaped what she sown. There, she created a misunderstanding and what did she get back for that?

A kiss!

A kiss that could create a stampede among the female population. A kiss that is probably worth a million dollars. A kiss that probably haunts most of the girls in their sleep. A kiss that could grant World Peace! Okay, maybe not. But that's not the point, alright? The point here is that, many would kill to get that kiss.

And who got that kiss?

That's right. Her. Mikan Sakura-Yukihira.

She got that wonderful kiss. Yipee!

Not.

She knows it was just a peck okay? So their lips just met. His lips was soft. It was warm. Then it was over. Besides, hello? Earth to Mikan. She's his fiancée so it was expected that they'd indulge into that stuff sooner or later – sooner for practice and late for the real thing! So what the heck is Mikan fussing over?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that it was her first kiss?

And that it was stolen?

By who? A voice asked her.

Mikan gritted her teeth. "That stupid idiotic dummy arrogant conceited rude too full of himself perverted devil of a prince!" she muttered under her breath.

The voice coughed. Wow, that must be the longest curse I've ever heard. Name please?

The brunette screeched. Who the heck is this voice anyway? And why is it in her mind? Nevertheless, she answered, "Natsume,"

That's right people.

Natsume Hyuuga stole Mikan's first kiss.

Does he know it?

Nah, didn't think so.

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Kaoru giggled.

She couldn't get enough of the videotape! Goodness knows how many times she has raped the replay button. She just loves this little surprise her son gave her. Well, not literally gave her because it was the Press who sent her the little package and he'd probably kill himself first before handing the video over, but still, right?

Besides, none of these would be caught on cam had he not put up this little show! But poor Mikan, she thought. She must have had nothing to do with this. The little lady was completely clueless! It was so obvious which makes the thing even cuter, Kaoru mused.

Maybe she'd give them their breakfasts back? She giggled again, completely amused and elated.

Kaoru was still giggling when the door to the Dining Hall opened, revealing a certain silver-haired boy.

"Oh, hey, Aunt," he greeted as his eyes flew to the scene on his Aunt's television. He froze.

Did he just see Natsume kissing Mikan? Freeze. Completely freeze, Youichi.

Kaoru, highly amused by her nephew's reaction, giggled more. "Why good morning, Youichi. Come, have breakfast,"

Youichi gulped. And now his Aunt's offering him breakfast! What, is the world meeting it's end already? They were still on that Breakfast Ban right? Hey, something isn't right in here, he thought.

Robotically, as he was still frozen, the fourteen-year old boy proceeded to the dining table, facing the 40 inch flat screen TV with Natsume and Mikan's footage on replay.

"A-Aunt," Youichi stammered as he was served breakfast. "Did you edit that?" he asked, pointing to the frozen mid-kiss. He knows that his Aunt is such a huge NatsuMikan shipper and yes, she came up with the name as well; don't ask but he didn't think she'd go as far as editing a NatsuMikan fanvid!

The Empress' eyebrows shot up and laughed. "Why, no. This is actua – Tsubasa! Misaki," she called out, stopping mid-sentence. Youichi looked at the lot outside the Hall. "Oh, you too, Honey," pertaining to Aoi. "Is that Hotaru and Ruka? All of you, in here. Chop, chop!" she called.

They all looked at each other like complete idiots. Tsubasa just raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself. He even checked if there were people behind them. "Us?" He stupidly asked.

Well, who could blame him? Even Misaki was in shock. Remember that game they played? They won right? They got their breakfasts back! – for one morning only. Somehow, Tsubasa thinks that it would have extended onto everyday had Mikan and Natsume really kissed. But they haven't – not that they know of anyway.

So why is his Aunt calling them in the Dining Hall? Okay, chill, Tsubasa. Maybe she wasn't calling you for breakfast at all! Right? Don't be assuming! But wait, why is Youichi in there with heaps of eggs and bacons on his plate?

Something's not right here.

"Well, do you want breakfasts or not?" The older lady asked again. "I'm waiting,"

"Right, right," Tsubasa grinned. "Coming, Auntie,"

They all sat. They sat but they don't eat. They just stare at their Aunt. Well duh, she asked them to come inside not come inside and eat. So no eating. Keep off the food! Even if their plates are currently being filled with yummilicious food? Yes.

"Well?" she asked. "Why aren't you eating?"

Ruka smiled uncertainly. "Aunt, that's because – "

"Well?"

Hotaru sighed. "Okay, Aunt, what's the catch?"

Kaoru cocked her head to the side cutely. "What catch?"

"Come on, Aunt," Misaki smiled. "It's okay. We're used to it."

Kaoru knitted her eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

Tsubasa laughed. "Aunt, really, it's alright. What do you need? There's no way that you're feeding us out of the blue without anything in exchange, right? Like maybe, you want us to assassinate someon – "

"Tsubasa, you twat! It's exactly how it is! I'm giving you food – in exchange for nothing! How difficult is that to understand?" she pouted.

"Very difficult," he muttered under his breath.

Hotaru narrowed her eyes. "Who are you and what have you done to the Empress?"

Kaoru's eye twitched. "Sheesh, what are you talking about? Kids these days…you give them food and they shake their heads like you're offering them poison. It's me okay? Drop it! Really,"

Silence

Despite Kaoru's word, no one still moved their plates – well, except for Youichi who was digging in on the feast already. Except him, everyone was still suspicious of this sudden banquet. Okay, so your Aunt suddenly starves you for a week then she suddenly offers you food out of the blue for no apparent reason. Hey, something smells fishy there, right? RIGHT?

Not to mention that you're not even sure if that said Aunt was completely sane. Somehow, they weren't that sure – even Aoi.

So yeah, basically everyone indulged in a stupid staring game with their food as if it's gonna stare back. Hotau, meanwhile, the brave soul, decided to venture even further into this mystery by poking the wiggly egg. She pokes and it wiggles. That must have gone on for five minutes.

When suddenly, Youichi choked prompting Tsubasa to land on the stupidest idea he's ever had.

"I knew it! We're being poisoned!"

Youichi choked more. Everyone pushed their plates away.

Aoi immediately assisted Youichi and patted his back. "Y-you-kun," she muttered as she offered her orange juice.

"Aoi-chan, stop!" Misaki screamed. "That might be poisoned too!"

Poor Youichi, who was in the middle of drinking the liquid spat it out instantly, choking him more.

"Oh my god, oh my god! You-chan's dying!"

"Call the ambulance, quickly!"

"911! Hey, somebody ask for help!"

"The kid is dying!"

"Aunt, how could you do this?"

The older woman just stared at the chaos sprouting in front of her. Youichi was turning the shade of a bloated eggplant and Aoi's hyperventilating due to panic. Tsubasa on the other hand was running around like a lunatic while Misaki was trying to stop him. Ruka, meanwhile was too nervous to actually be lucky enough to hit a key on his phone solidly. Hotaru? Hotaru's on her camera, filming everything.

Are these kids crazy or what? And they call her a lunatic! Ha! Does this Palace need more mirrors?

She shook her head. Calmly, she approached Youichi – then smacked him. Hard. On the back. "Goodness!" She muttered. "It was just food that has gone down the wrong pipe! Would you please all sit down?" she called as Youichi coughed and drank water.

"And here I was, being completely kind by giving you back your breakfasts on a fine Saturday morning and you pick a bone with me saying that I was poisoning you? Mou," she glared and picked the remote control. "Kids these days. And correction, I was not offering you this nice little treat out of the blue! It's because of this," she clicked the replay button.

For the first time, everyone focused on the flat screen TV, different reactions emanating from each.

Well, mostly curiosity and amusement and perhaps, a little thought of hatching a fortune.

You know where the last one came from.

Hotaru smirked.

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Mikan couldn't believe her luck.

The brunette finally deserted her room after hours of sulking, deciding that she cannot do anything about the stupid incident anymore unless she time travels which is kind of impossible anyway. So she let the issue drop and decided to forgive and forget.

Easy! Not. Okay, but she's trying.

Trying and failing.

Hello? Who could forget that kind of incident when you get out of your room after hours of fussing over the matter just to bump into the main reason of your dilemma right after you set your foot out?

Mikan cursed then glared at the back of the person in front of her. Boy does she just want to kick him right now but stopped herself. Easy Mikan, she consoled. Forgive and forget. Come on, it's okay. And he's acting as if nothing happened!

The nerve. The nerve!

"Natsume," the brunette called, catching up to him.

He walks faster.

"Hey! Natsume," she tried once more, jogging now.

He walks faster.

"Hey!" she threw her sandal at him. Jackpot!

He turned around, finally. "What was that for, Polka?" he asked irritably.

Mikan was fuming. "Oh don't you, 'What was that for, Polka?' me, mister! You were the one ignoring me!"

He just glared at her and walked away.

"Hey! What's your problem?" she asked.

"What's your problem?" he countered.

"Oh so now I'm the one who's problematic? You're the one ignoring me!"

He scowled at her. "I'm not,"

"I'm too! Hello? I'm the one who's been abused yesterday! I'm the one who should be making the fuss, not you! Or what? You're acting out in my place? Why thank you, mister. That's very touching," she said. "Not."

"Abused," he smirked.

"Yes, abused!"

"I just kissed you. You're making it appear as if I raped you," he remarked in amusement.

"Just kissed? JUST?" Mikan repeated incredulously.

Natsume raised an eyebrow. "Deaf, are you?"

Mikan stomped her feet. "I'm not deaf! Don't change the subject! It was a kiss, Natsume! A kiss! And don't even dream of raping me, you pervert!" she huffed.

"Who would even dream of raping you, Polka?" Natsume said as he stuck his tongue out at her. Childish, he knows, but hey, she's acting childish too anyway. What's up with a stupid kiss? Unless…

"You don't understand! A kiss is special! It's done with the person you like and certainly not with a person you're about to kill – like what I want to do with you right now – in front of hundreds of reporters to be aired the next day! Hello? Didn't you even think that on Monday your nasty fangirls would be hunting me as if I were a deer?" Mikan was saying.

"Let me guess," Natsume smirked, ignoring her ranting. "It was your first kiss, right? Little girl?"

Mikan stopped and gaped at him. "Pardon?"

Natsume sighed. He hates repeating himself. "That was your first kiss that's why you're making such a big fuss,"

Mikan blushed. "It was so not! What are you talking about?"

The latter just rolled his crimson orbs. "Whatever,"

They began walking. "Why did you even kiss me?"

Natsume sighed. And here he thought they were over it already. "Because they asked me to,"

Mikan scoffed. "So now you're being obedient! What, if they asked you to jump off a cliff you'll do it because they asked you to?"

"If you're with me, why not?" he smirked.

As expected, the brunette blushed. "Okay, CUT. You're making me gag. Stop it,"

"Besides, it was about time I collected your debt,"

"What debt?"

"Forgetful are we?"

"Spit it out!"

"Cafeteria. Tacos. Milk. Paying me with your body?"

Then it hit Mikan.

"Damn it Natsu – "

"That's right, like maybe a kiss?"

Both of them froze.

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"That's right, like maybe a kiss?"

Everyone stopped moving, anticipating every moment of the footage as if it were a top hit drama series. No on moved. No one speak. Just watch.

The Empress, Misaki and Aoi were bracing themselves for a squealing fit, the boys were preparing for the unthinkable and Hotaru – well, Hotaru's doing something else. Something evil.

Everyone watched as Mikan looked up only to be ambushed by –

BANG!

"HOLY – what the hell are you watching?" Everyone looked at her.

Natsume grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, glaring at his mother.

"Why good morning, you two," Kaoru smiled meaningfully. "Breakfasts?"

Mikan gawked at her then to Tsubasa who mouthed, "Just eat. Don't ask,"

"Mother," Natsume growled.

"What?" she asked innocently.

Natsume glared at her more.

"Oh don't you give me that look, young man. And yes, now I'm thankful that the line of your sexuality's dead straight. You kissed Mikan-chan. The least thing you can do was inform me you know. If not only for those kind Press people, I wouldn't have known at all – "

"Wouldn't have known? I didn't know that the Press interview people as hobby, not for work," Natsume sarcastically said.

"Then there you have it! What's the difference of seeing it in advance and having a copy?" Kaoury grinned, flashing the CD.

"A copy of what?" an old voice asked. Everyone froze in their places, knowing who the owner of the voice is. Everyone, except for Mikan.

The brunette quickly looked back to meet a pair of boring black eyes.

In front of her is an elderly woman with stern demeanor and the most ruthless gaze she's ever seen.

Mikan shivered.

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So, it was over! It's a cliffhanger. Haha.

This is just half of what I was supposed to put in this chapter but it turned out too long so I had to cut it.

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