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Natsume's POV:
I couldn't help but look at everything that reminded me of her and smile. Like a strawberry bush I passed by, or this kitty with gold brown eyes. Not to brag but I have tried every single girl out there possible. The sluts, bitches, innocent-sluts, all. I never did a virgin though, I don't want them thinking I'm the one and shit.
But with her? I don't think I'd mind… Tch, how did she get me this good?
I saw Mikan run home, she looked adorable. I don't think she'd want me to be there plus her mom might think else wise.
I head back to my house, when I stopped and looked back to where she went. I wanted to ask her about Reo, I wanted to know what they had between them. An image of her face when she saw him… did she really love him that much that she had to run?
I felt my chest sink a bit at the thought of her looking at someone else but I have no say in it. She's not mine, well, yet.
Past is past and if she's happy then I'm happy and we will both be happy. God that was so cliché…
I turn my head back and took on my long struts on the footpath. I stuff my hands in my pocket because the night was chilly. I walked for a bit, thoughts to myself with the occasional stares from girls and glares from their boyfriends. Is it my fault? No it's not I'm just blessed.
It was oddly dark in this area but it was a shortcut and I want to sleep so bad. I made my way hoping that I wouldn't hit anything. But life is a bitch…
"Fuck!" I blurted out.
I scraped my knee on something. I bend over and touched it; I rubbed my two fingers and felt some fluid. You have to be fucking kidding me. I walked back to the light and sat down by the road. I examined my knee and saw that my football shorts were slightly ripped at the end and a trail of blood threatening to be sucked in by my white socks.
I survey the wound closely and bring my knee up. I stretch the cut with my fingers, even if it hurts like shampoo going inside your eye. I see a shard of glass inside and luckily it was big enough for my to take out. I hiss in pain but this was nothing. I stare at the glass piece and realize it was from a broken mirror.
I look back to my knee and my eyes widen in awe.
Years ago…
"C'mon Natsume! Just one game." A whining Ruka nudged his really annoyed best friend by the shoulders.
"If I play will you shut up?" he said out of complete irritation.
The blonde kid smiled and hit Natsume on the head.
"Tag, you're it" and he ran and ran and ran.
Natsume being the one who doesn't like to lose ran after his best friend into the house where he saw him enter.
The game soon became hide and seek because Natsume couldn't find Ruka anywhere in the house. After pushing maids and butlers away when he tried to catch him with no avail.
He saw Ruka run up stairs and head to the right wing. Natsume followed at full speed almost falling down but let's just say his pride kept him up.
Sweat trickled his face and exhaustion was written all over his face when he reached the top of the staircase. He thought of many demonic ways at getting back at Ruka.
"Well maybe if you were home more often your son wouldn't despise you as much!" he heard a woman's voice screech from a room on his left side. He looked at the direction Ruka went but decided to go and see what the ruckus was about since he identified the woman's voice as his mothers.
He peeped so naïvely into the room that was abit open but should have been closed.
He saw his father standing infront of the window so his back was facing Natsume and his mother with tears impending to fall. He hated to see his mother cry and he hated his father even more. Let's just say he was more of a crude teacher than a real father to him.
"When will you ever realize that if this keep going on you will regret it love? He wont be your little boy forever…" she still had the heart to address him with such emotion even if they were in the mist of a very big argument. That's love…
Natsume didn't really have the state of mind to understand what they were talking about. To him it was like his dad was being a jerk to his mom and that made him infuriated.
He backed away from the door, but a bit too quickly. He hit the 20 feet mirror that hung on the tall wall and…
Natsume was no idiot, he knew what was going to happen and tried to outrun the fall but he just had too look back
CRASH!
Broken pieces everywhere, the sound echoed throughout the whole mansion. Even Ruka came running to see what happened as fast as he could.
Natsume's parents being closest to the accident ran to their son's aid.
"Natsume! Honey are you ok?" his mom lightly tapped his face to try and wake him but while she sobbed even more.
That was the changing point for Mr. Hyuuga; he quickly dialed for an ambulance and went to his son.
Natsume's upper torso was fine but a hug fragment of glass was standing half way through Natsume's knee. His heart ached to see his son with all the blood surrounding his leg. He then realized just how much he loved his son. Natsume looked lifeless, his white complexion seemed to be pale due to the loss of blood. Other small cuts along his cheek, arms and his other leg but the severe one was the one on his knee. The mirror piece was in too deep and if removed he would bleed to death.
Mrs. Hyuuga on the other hand was frantic and prayed that her son would be fine.
Ruka just stood there stunned by all of it and a butler took the liberty or taking him back home and inform his parents about what happened.
After all the commotion in the hospital, Mr. Hyuuga blackmailing the doctors to do their best. Natsume was stable.
After these events there was always a part of Natsume that hated his father. No matter how hard his dad tried to make up for it, Natsume's heart never changed its mind. Like his heart could get any colder. Even after his wounds had healed he still never forgave him.
Back to the present.
I threw the shard vigorously away and my head hung low. I smiled at the ground.
No it's not a good smile. It's more of a sarcastic act. Just when my life was getting better, it had to be tampered with and with that asshole of all people.
Why do old scars have to open up again?
Mikan's POV:
Looking at that vile face made me want to puke. If you guys are wondering, no my mom has no clue about what happened. Awesome right? She just let a lunatic enter that house and she doesn't even know it.
I didn't want her to know either, don't ask me why. It's just something she will never understand. For I know she's just going to act like the world is ending.
"I've been just splendid Miki, it's you I want to know about. How have you been keeping up?" Damn I hate him so much.
"Just fine, until you showed up." I cooed accordingly. My mom may not know why but she knows I hate him.
Reo covered his mouth and have a look of disbelief, which was very fake but my mom's fragile heart fell for it.
"Young Lady, that is no way to talk to him after he came all this way just to see you! Reo shall we go to the living room?" she smiled at him warmly. He didn't fucking deserve this kindness. He deserved to be thrown out into the street on a puddle of shit, naked.
"I'll be right there aunty" he gestured for my mother to go on without him. He had his eyes on her and as soon as she was out of hearing range he turned to me.
"Still bitter I see?"
"Why are you here?" I said calmly as possible even if I was so close to a breakdown.
"I came to see you, my love" he said as he walked up to me one hand in his pocket and the other caressing my cheek.
I slapped his hand away and took a step back, I felt the counter behind me and my hands explored for anything sharp or pointed while my eyes remained on him.
I found a fork and I hide half of it under my sleeve so he wouldn't notice.
He came closer and suddenly it felt like my kitchen got a lot smaller. My breathing hiked up and I was looking at my chances of getting out of this I see none other than to scream. What good would that do me? No I vowed to not let my mom get involved.
"It was years ago Miki, cant we just laugh about it? You were bound to lose it anyway right?" he tried to sweet talk me.
"Laugh about it? You took away my damn dignity Reo. Are you really that much of an idiot? I will forgive you. You ruined my whole life." The nerve to say that it was nothing? How can Kami-sama let someone like this live?
He cornered me and had his hands on the counter with me between them. I held my breath, we were too close. I was in a war with myself; I wont let him have his way.
He looked at me like I was a lab rat.
"You definitely grew much more…attractive than I remember you were." He whispered into my ear and licked my earlobe.
"Get away from me you sick bastard." I grinded my teeth together. How dare he? In MY house at that. Then I did what I always wanted to do…
I didn't need the fork after all; I punched him solid in the cheek near enough to make his nose bleed. He backed away a few steps; this adrenaline felt spontaneous and I liked it.
What annoyed me though was that he was smiling; even after my effortful punch he still looked happy.
He grabbed me by my neck, being surprised caused me to drop my fork that I take back, I really needed that.
He neared his face to mine.
"No matter what you do, you know what we shared. I have tainted your body and I can do it again" he hissed at me.
I pushed him away and he let me go, he rubbed the bottom of his nose and the blood latched onto his sleeve. He gave me one more disgusting look from head to toe and smirked. He turned around and headed for the main door. I moved to the door of the kitchen and watched him leave. My neck hurts and I think it'll swell up soon. I hold it so mother wont see.
"I must be on my way aunty, my mom is worried sick about me. I'm sorry I can't have tea with you" his horrid sweet voice called out to my mom. His hand was on the doorknob and he looked back at me. I glared hard back.
"Ok sweety, come over whenever you want" my mom replied. I heard her getting up and walk towards me.
"I'll be back aunty, don't worry." He said tauntingly and left. He was gone…
I felt a wave of relief cover my whole body. My mom was holding her cup and looked at me with those same eyes before.
"I still don't know why you hate him so much. He's attractive, tall, smart. What more do you want?" if only she knew.
"Looks are deceiving mom. See he has even you under his paw." I said and walked past her to my room. I slammed the door hard and collapse to the ground.
All I ever seem to do is cry, all time. This time is no different. But I swear, the tears are drying up reo. Not it's time for you to feel the agony; I don't know how but now I will get my revenge no matter what. He want even see it coming.
The laws of the jungle have changed and now you are my prey. He has nothing left to take from me. But I have so much to take from him. I will make him feel what he made me feel. How my world was pitch black, how the terrors were non-stop, how it was just terrible to be breathing. I will make him pay.
My hand that now has turned to a fist, damn right I'm angry now. Then my mind falls into a more stubble form. The questions slowly built up in my head… what am I thinking? He wouldn't have come back if he had nothing to take he is smarter than that.
I racked my thoughts thinking what more could he want? I didn't even notice the amount of tears that fell until I saw my reflection in the mirror on my door.
Here I am on the ground, crying tears of blood again. I look so pathetic you have no idea.
"It just wasn't enough was it Reo? Taking my best friend and my pride was not fucking enough" I said out loud while staring at myself.
Why do old scars have to open up again?
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They both have issues ok. I know.
How was this chapter? I know it's short but please bare with me