Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. Also, this story mainly revolves around a suffering Ruka and little else.
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She had ambushed him during his late shift at Narumi's grocery store. Dropped off by one of her friends because she had a late-night craving for some candy, she told him innocently as she unwrapped the goddamn lollipop in front of him and swirled it around her experienced mouth. As she stood there in his checkout lane, inches away from his face, she had looked him straight in the eyes when she popped it out of her mouth and fucking kissed it before tilting her head to let that naughty pink tongue gently lap at the hard candy.
Thank God there were no other shoppers that night, watching that little tease with her bedroom eyes and pouty lips.
When his shift ended, with the number of tweakers and drunks in their godforsaken town, of course he would give her a ride.
He had parked his car near the edge of the huge parking lot, somewhat stupidly since it was shrouded in darkness, not near any of the bright lights of the parking lots and not close enough to any street lamps.
Once they reached his car, he practically shoved her against the door, smothering her with a rough kiss and yanking down her panties. She had barely managed to filch his car keys from his pocket before he kneeled in front of her and ate her out right then and there in the parking lot.
God, he loved when she wore skirts.
Already breathing heavily, one hand clutching the side view mirror and the other pushing Natsume's head against her, Mikan could do nothing but moan as he spread her legs for her and fucked her with his tongue, his warm mouth sucking her most sensitive area, the tip of his tongue sometimes toying with her clit.
She came fast, the wave of pleasure small and over quickly, Natsume coming up to kiss her through the end, his palm sliding over her pussy. Luckily she recovered just as quickly, and she hurriedly turned and unlocked his car as he groped her tits from behind. She nearly ripped the car door open and shoved Natsume inside, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, disregarding his grocer's apron.
Before long, she rode him furiously, bouncing up and down vigorously in his lap, her knees pinched by his body in the cramped driver's seat, her juices wetting the front of his boxers. She grasped the back of his headrest tightly, using it for balance, his hands on her hips to guide her. Soon the windows fogged up with the heat of their mating, the air thick and heavy, reeking of sex and stale cigarette smoke.
She panted as she bucked her hips against his. In the safety of his own car, he was very vocal, groaning loudly and shouting "Oh fuck" when her walls squeezed him tightly.
Her hand wrapped firmly around his throat as she tilted his head up, hitting his head on the headrest, so she see the aroused admiration in his glazed eyes. He revered her; she was his goddess and he, her devotee. He would sacrifice anything she asked him to.
She kissed him sloppily before biting his lower lip and pulling it with her teeth, letting it go when he grunted in pain. She kept her face close, breathing into his heated, sweaty face and looking into those crimson eyes that would be lost without her there.
"Yeah, you like that, Natsume?" she crooned huskily, "You like it when I fuck you like this?"
He let out a strangled groan in agreement as she slowed her pace, sinking her hips down languidly to take every inch of Natsume. Once she was down to the hilt, balls deep, she paused to reach back and fondle his balls and to kiss him thoroughly.
"You like it when I make love to you?" she perversely whispered. Natsume had definitely rubbed off on her.
He nodded frantically, eager to get going again. She could feel him twitch inside of her as he shifted beneath her, rubbing against her own pleasurable spots.
Ignoring their position and their situation, she tenderly brushed the hair away from his face as his eyes tried to refocus on her. Softly, she pressed her lips against his sweaty temple. "We're going to get out this hellhole together," she whispered against his skin. "We're going to go to university and have a future together. Just me and you."
He held her hips tighter as he pushed their bodies closer, wanting to continue.
Then, their intimate moment over, she resumed fucking him until he came so hard, he nearly blacked out. They didn't get home until the early morning.
Her name was Kimiko; she was his lab partner in biology last year for a little bit, and now she was in his math class. She had full lips and a great smile.
She wanted to go out for a bite sometime.
"Just text me whenever," she said as she scribbled down her phone number with a wink.
She wasn't too flirtatious, but she was definitely interested; she wasn't bitchy, but she was confident; she wasn't overly popular, but she was known to have a good reputation.
She wasn't Mikan.
She was perfect.
Before she could walk away, Ruka recovered from his surprise fast enough to say with a patented heart-melting grin, "How about tomorrow, Friday? Dinner and a movie?"
She smiled coyly back at him.
"Yo, you got the homework for biology today?"
Ignoring Ruka's request to go to the fridge and immediately chug an entire bottle of cold water, Natsume wiped his mouth and the sweat off his face. "Yeah, I took a picture of the board."
"Wow, Natsume Hyuuga, former delinquent, being responsible for his schoolwork?" Ruka scrounged through the drawers in the Hyuuga kitchen for a band-aid. He was just as sweaty as his best friend, but Ruka had fallen and scraped his knee pretty badly during the last ten minutes of their for-fun basketball game.
Natsume shrugged nonchalantly, still catching his breath. "Gotta go to university." He tossed his phone at Ruka before he exited. "I'm gonna take a shower. Password is my anniversary."
Ruka tried to ignore the fact that he knew Natsume and Mikan's anniversary and the fact that Natsume knew he knew it.
Carefully applying the bandage as he sat down on a high stool with his knee up, he unlocked Natsume's phone and went to his photos.
Holy shit.
He was just there to get the homework assignment for biology, Ruka reminded himself, as he tried to avert his eyes and not stare too much. Obviously, Natsume didn't intend for Ruka to see them, of course. He probably even forgot, and his phone was password-protected so of course he thought nobody would see.
And Ruka shouldn't see. He clicked on the photo of the biology classroom's whiteboard. With a few taps, he sent it as a message to himself.
Ruka shouldn't see.
But he had to know. He wanted to know. Maybe they weren't as bad as they seemed from the medium-sized icon square.
With only a little hesitation and guilt, he clicked on the first one and immediately regretted it.
They were just as bad as he thought, and he felt a sick thrill accompany the drop in his stomach.
He was such a bad friend, he scolded himself, but even that didn't stop him from scrolling through the next few photos of Mikan happily sucking Natsume's dick.
Maybe he just liked to torture himself; maybe he was masochistic and loved having every single reminder of their intimate relationship shoved into his face like his best friend's cock into his ex-girlfriend's mouth.
But deep down inside, Ruka knew why he had clicked on those photos, why he paused especially on the photo of Mikan with a loving smile, and why he continued to stare at Mikan's shining eyes and seductive pink lips wrapped around the head of the cock that definitely wasn't Ruka's.
He knew he wished it was his.
Even though his parents went to church almost every Sunday, Ruka had never been particularly religious. However, when he pulled into the cinema parking lot that Friday evening with Kimiko and spotted a very familiar white car, he prayed.
As he opened the door for Kimiko, he prayed that it wasn't Mikan's car.
Buying their tickets, he prayed that even if it was, she would be out with her girlfriends and not out on a date.
Lightheartedly bickering with Kimiko over which snacks to get, he prayed that even if she was out with Natsume, they wouldn't be watching the same movie.
Alas, none of his prayers were answered as usual because as soon as they stepped into the small theater, in the third row from the back, there Mikan and Natsume sat, already snuggling with her laughing and feeding him bits of popcorn, which he accepted with a smile like the happy couple they were.
And sadly, even on a Friday night for the latest sci-fi box office hit, besides the teenagers, there was only a group of five preteen boys and two middle-aged men watching the movie so unfortunately, that meant Mikan spotted Ruka and Kimiko as soon as they walked in.
"Ruka! Kimiko!" came Mikan's cheery voice.
Of course she would know Kimiko.
Just in time, Ruka managed to mask his apprehension and reluctance with surprise and delight as they went to join the lovey-dovey pair.
"Hi, Mikan," he greeted, Kimiko right behind him. "Hey, man." Ruka gave Natsume a nod, and they slapped hands.
"Hey. You didn't tell us you had a date," Natsume said slyly with a quirked eyebrow.
Ruka shrugged as he sat down next to his best friend. "You didn't tell us you had a date. This is Kimiko."
She gave them a smile and a wave from her seat next to Ruka.
Then the four of them, even Ruka, managed to maintain a light, polite, and pleasant conversation about school and life until the start of the movie. Ruka could feel himself breathing more easily once the room went dark and the opening credits appeared.
He thought he could make it through the movie.
That is, until, of course, like the hormonal teenagers they were, he heard Mikan and Natsume whispering.
"Polka, I'm trying to watch."
"Come on, Natsume, do you really want to watch?"
He heard them kiss for a little bit. "You're so fucking insatiable."
"Only because you are."
For the rest of the movie that Ruka was intently watching, he focused on the screen and on Kimiko whose hand he started to hold halfway through. He squeezed her hand tightly, and she squeezed back, her pearly teeth in her smile visible in the light from the screen.
Ruka couldn't tell if she could hear what he heard, see what he tried not to, and for more than several minutes, he toyed with the idea of making a move on her or at least testing the waters.
But for some reason, he just couldn't. It just wasn't him.
Natsume Hyuuga was a panty-dropping heartthrob with a bad boy history. He was a sexual alpha. He could make a move on any girl and have her screaming with pleasure within minutes. He had seduced the most innocent girl the town had ever seen and made her do things, degrading, defiling things, like have her give him a handjob in the middle of a movie while sitting next to his best friend.
But he did at least have the decency to attempt to hide it, Ruka mused defeatedly.
"Ugh, did you hear them sucking face the entire movie?"
Ruka nodded and managed a weak, "Yeah." Judging from Kimiko's silence, he knew she wanted more of a response so he turned to her with a grossed out face, which she accepted with a satisfied nod.
He was driving her home, way ahead of her curfew, like the good boy he was. Ruka thought he had read Kimiko well enough to know she wasn't in the mood for any fooling around, and she had vocally confirmed that she didn't want to go to the local makeout point.
"God, Sakura is such a slut. Oh well, runs in the family." Kimiko smirked as though she had thought of the most brilliant insult.
"Don't say that," he replied absentmindedly, more focused on the road than the girl next to him.
"It's so true though. She's totally going to end up pregnant before graduation. Just like her skanky mom."
"She's not a skank," Ruka defended automatically. It was the truth; Yuka Yukihira was a good, welcoming woman with a happy smile just like her daughter's.
"Oh, don't tell me you don't know." For the first time that night, Kimiko's eyes flashed with something nasty.
Of course he knew; everyone in the fucking town knew. It was such a small town. It was such a huge fucking scandal when high school senior Yuka Azumi announced she was pregnant and beloved high school history teacher Izumi Yukihira stepped forward to claim the baby as his.
They married soon after graduation and had Mikan. Izumi obviously lost his job, even though his brother was the high school principal, but he quickly found a passion and a profit painting while Yuka worked odd jobs until finally taking a position as a journalist for the local newspaper.
They were considered lucky, especially Yuka; there were many girls in town who became teenage mothers, but had no support, no husband, no family, no friends. Yuka had Izumi, her father, and Kaoru, Natsume's mother. Those other girls were still around town but wound up in worse situations: drug-addicted, murdered, unhappy. Who knew?
But everyone knew exactly what happened to Yuka and Izumi, including their daughter. Mikan loved her parents dearly, but when she reached middle school, when kids finally started becoming aware of controversy and gossip and grown-up scandals, she had opted to take the last name of her grandfather to try to distance herself away from her parents' legacy.
Still, it seemed like Mikan would never escape it, especially stuck in this small town.
"Of course I know," he muttered, turning onto Kimiko's street. "I'm Mikan's friend."
She grinned, but this wasn't one of her friendly ones. "Her friend, huh? She ever invite you for any threesomes?"
His mind immediately flashed to the pictures he had seen on Natsume's phone, and he couldn't help the rising heat inside his body as he also remembered the times he had walked in on them. Would it have been so easy to just ask?
No.
"She isn't like that," he snapped hotly. "She's dating Natsume."
Unexpectedly, a twinkle appeared in Kimiko's eyes. "So is it true?" she sneered tauntingly. "Do you still like her?"
"What are you talking about?" He stopped the car in front of her house, but she made no move to leave.
She huffed. "Ruka Nogi, you cannot be that naive. We all want to know."
"Who's we?" he asked, bewildered and a bit lost at the turn in the conversation.
"The whole school." She rolled her eyes. "We've all been wondering if you were truly over her. I mean, you have to admit, it's bit weird to have your best friend date your ex. And, I'm going to be honest here, Ruka, but sometimes you get this look in your eye. Like you wish you were Natsume."
"That's ridiculous," he snorted, brushing off her accusation and her piercing eyes. "And you can tell everyone that."
He was in no mood to play his gentlemanly Prince Charming role, but he still exited the car, opened the door for her, walked her to the door, bade her good night, and allowed her to give him a good-night peck on the cheek with a meaningful look.
Ruka drove to his house, his mind reeling the entire time. When he got to his house, he turned off the car and just sat in his driveway for a long while, just thinking.
If Kimiko and the entire school noticed how he looked at Mikan, did Natsume?