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PREVIOUSLY…
Far away from all the hurt and pain…
Natsume was…
Surely…
A gentle person.
"The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer." ― Laura Hillenbrand
Day Six
Hotaru
I can safely say that the number of times I have been worried about this idiot exceed the number of times I have been worried to death.
Today, however, is unfortunately the latter.
Mikan has idiotic tendencies and I established that very early on in our friendship.
But seriously, what kind of complete and utter moron decides to disappear off the face of this Earth?!
Good thing my job is to find people. Invent people, if I have to.
I dialed a private number to the office. "This is Imai, Agent 9090. Current station is Japan. Please track someone for me. Yes, yes. I understand. Codename is S, T, R, A, W, B, E, R, R, I, E, S. Strawberries. Yes. Understood. Thank you. I appreciate it. It is a matter of priority."
I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
"Oh, it's you."
"Hey…" His blond hair grazed my forehead lightly as he placed his head atop of mine, staring down at me with those sincere cerulean blue eyes.
I had learned to see the good in those.
I had learned to see the good and love the good.
"I'm fine," I insisted but I sounded like a bloody liar. I'm sure, now that I could feel the tears stinging the corners of my eyes, I was confirmed to be a bloody liar. By my own husband.
"Don't be alone in your thoughts, woman," he smiled, stroking my cheek with his soft hands. "I know you're lying. And that's fine. If you were fine I'd be worried. There's no one you love in this world more than you love her. Not even me."
I nodded, unable to hold back. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I quietly placed my ear over his chest, trying to drown out my anxiety against the rhythmic beating of his heart.
I tried to sound calm but I was being frantic… utterly, hopelessly, totally frantic.
"What is something happens to her? She's an idiot. She's a complete airhead. If someone offers her a ramen bowl she'll probably follow them straight into a shady shop and not even realize. Something like that could very well happen to her."
"Well knowing Mikan—chan that's kind of possible…"
I winced and he immediately ran his fingers through my hair. I was edgy but I calmed a bit after that action.
"What if she seriously hurts herself? What if she gets into a life threatening situation? It's all because I left her. I should've waited for her. I… I always do things my way. I don't care about her. I think that's it. I'm selfish to the point where I'm going to let her be hurt by the world, rather than sticking around to make sure she's okay. I… I'm the worst."
I felt all these words pouring out of my mouth like a badly done black and white movie. Even though I meant every word they probably sounded alien. But not to Ruka. He knew me at the worst and my best.
I felt him separating me from his embrace. Then his large, warm hands took my cold ones in their refuge and the blue in his eyes, which seemed darker, stared reassuringly at me. His voice was solemn, but composed. "You're the best. Do you understand? Nobody looks out for her the way you do. So don't you dare degrade yourself in front of me. Alright?"
"Ruka…."
"Shush—"
We were interrupted by another panicked voice.
"Darlings, have you heard from Natsume?!"
I spun my head around; actually so fast I might have broken my neck, only to see Aunt Karou looking shaken. Uncle Rei was behind her, looking stressed. I had never seen him with lines of worry on his forehead before.
"Nat? What? I thought he'd be here ages ago!" Ruka's calmness dissipated in seconds.
"What's wrong? My brother's missing too?" Tsubasa, who was probably dying inside and most stressed out of us all, joined the party. He had changed out of tux. Poor guy hadn't even been able to enjoy it properly.
Aunt Karou smiled at him. Even I did. Despite all the bad blood between them, Tsubasa looked a 100% legit worried for that cold blooded Hyuuga cousin of mine.
My phone rang, bringing me out of the silent panicking.
"Yes. Huh? Who? Are you… certain? Where? Oh I see. Appreciated. Thank you."
When I hung up, all eyes were on me. Obviously…
"Well?" Ruka probed me first, much to my surprise. "Is Nat okay? Did you hear about Nat?"
"They're both fine…" I coughed awkwardly. From my report, they had both checked into an inn of sorts, but I couldn't tell this family that without freaking everyone out.
"There was a landslide so they're camping out somewhere…. warm," I added so that Aunt Karou could breathe again. "Everyone's fine. I'll drive to the site myself tomorrow and get them. So don't worry. They're sending me the address on my GPRS."
"Thank the Lord…" Uncle Rei leaned against the wall, taking a long breath of relief.
Ruka smiled. "At least Nat's with her. He'll know what to do."
Tsubasa the baka also looked at ease. "Yeah, she's in good hands." I smiled back halfheartedly.
I have a bad feeling about that…
Mikan
"Fuck me."
"EH?!" I almost dropped the pillows I had taken out of the closet and myself with them. I was waiting for the collision of my butt and the cold floor, but I felt strong, manly arms holding me tightly. Timidly I lifted my eyes to stare at the rubies this gorgeous man had for eyes. He raised an eyebrow before steadying me and helping me to my feet.
Without a word, he picked up the pillows and tossed them carelessly on the bed.
"Take your mind out of the gutter, Little Girl," he sneered, taking my hand and leading me to the window. "Look outside."
I obeyed and turned my head to gaze out at the – HOLY COW!
"What the…"
"That's what I meant when I said fuck me," he chuckled. My cheeks still flushed hearing that sort of thing in his deep, husky voice. But wow, seriously though, the landslide had completely blocked off all the roads. I really prayed no body was out there in this blizzard.
"It's a snow storm…" I looked up at him sideways with a pout.
"No shit," he replied coldly, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. Before he could light it, I snatched it out from between his lips. I thought he'd give me one of those glares, but he only sighed, sliding the packet and the lighter back into his pocket without a word.
I smiled warmly at him.
"Sorry but not sorry!" I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.
"Hn," he grunted in response.
"Sooooo…" I tried to kill the awkward silence between us. Well it wasn't really awkward. More like, hot? There was a weird, sexual tension between us. This isn't good. He's my fiancée's BROTHER. That's messed up. Ah, what was I thinking…
"What are you torturing yourself with now?" I heard his voice crystal clear in this silence.
When I whisked my head to look at him, the owner of that raspy, sexy voice, he looked genuinely intrigued. It was really new to me. The wind was mercilessly blowing against his silky hair in every attempt to make him look anything less than a Vogue cover magazine but he only looked THAT more handsome with messy hair.
Is this man even for reals?
Like.
No.
"I just… I have never seen that kind of um… expression before."
"Hn?" He grunted again, but raised the tone a little at the end so I'm assuming it was a question.
"You looked like you really wanted to know what's on my mind…" I smiled, tilting my head to the side.
"I do."
My eyes widened in surprise. "Um," I said awkwardly in a small voice. I'm sure my face was probably as red as a tomato right now.
"What's on your mind when I… do this?" He tucked a strand of long brown hair behind my ear.
I blushed only deeper, the mad thumping of my heart returning like the Jumanjee beat.
"I…"
"What do you think when I do this?" He trapped me between his shoulders, pinning me against the cold wall, his lips close to mine, the electric pull making me weak in the knees.
"What do you think of…" his hand slid up my shirt, feeling me up so at ease, so casually like my whole body belonged to him.
Words were not my best friends right now.
"I want you. Do you want me?" I heard the baritone casting a spell on my already willing mind. "Y-yes…" I replied weakly.
As soon as the words had left my lips, I was in his arms.
The next thing I knew, I had been thrown roughly on the bed.
Tsubasa had treated me like a princess this whole time, but this one act of being thrown and opening my eyes only to see this gorgeous man pulling his shirt over his head and off his extremely muscular torso, was turning me on to the point where I'd pass out just from the eye candy rush.
I opened my mouth to say something but I was shut up by his tongue.
It coiled around mine and sucked the life out of it. I was so helpless that I could only moan in response.
"Like this?" I heard that magnetic voice again, only to look into his eyes like an idiot and be totally hypnotized.
Like I wasn't this whole time.
He got rid of my shirt like it was in his way. Scanning my body hungrily, he licked his lips – another act that made my body tremble from desire for him – before smirking and claiming my lips again.
"N-no!" I managed to say between breaks when we'd part for air, which was rare. Natsume could go on ages. He was a master of the art of seduction and kissing was definitely his forte.
No matter how much I wanted this, I had saved this for Tsubasa. I saved myself… for my future husband… I couldn't do this with his own brother and live with myself.
"Natsume, please! Stop! I can't!"
No avail.
Even though my mouth was screaming out no, my body was responding to his every maneuver. I hated how needy I had become. My legs were parted, ready and eager to welcome him inside of me. My body was sweating, my mouth wet from his hot kissing, my eyes dazed, my expression… I don't even dare to think of what kind of expression I must have been showing him this whole time.
"Do you want me? Or not?"
He paused, repeating himself. "I won't do this if you don't want me to," he repeated, panting greatly as his usually dull crimson orbs, flaring with maddening lust and passion, stared down at me.
I hated myself but….
"T-take me!"
Natsume
Polka's body felt like it was going to break under me.
I wanted to be gentler but she kept pushing me on the edge of myself with her moaning and pleading. She begged me to break her, to use her – all those dirty things I'd never expect to come out of a mouth like that.
But more turning on than any of that was how easily she had let me do this.
Even though her words said otherwise, her body showed no resistance at all.
When I was taking her, in her extremely innocent way, she was letting me know I had taken her a long time ago.
We made a mess out of the sheets and I lay tangled in her legs, her scent driving me towards a second round.
"Stop smelling so damn delicious, Little Girl," I teased, panting as I kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes and buried her face in my chest.
"T-that… that was…"
"I know. I'm amazing," I teased again, only to earn sweet kisses on my bare chest from her divine lips.
"You… you are."
I chuckled.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I had never felt this amazing taking a woman in my bed. She was hands down the most gorgeous, tightest –
Then it hit me.
"Mikan…"
"Hey, you called my name! I can't belie—"
"Are you a virgin?"
Silence.
"I asked you if you are a virgin."
I was starting to panic.
"Mikan!"
"I…I was. Until… you… just now."
"Jesus!"
NEXT
"I really was worried about you, Natsume." I looked over at him sneering, a little annoyed to be honest.
"Alright, I believe you."
He extended his hand towards me. I took it, shaking it but a little wary. His eyes still looked hostile and hateful, a huge smirk on his face.
"Congratulations on your wedding."
"Why are you bringing that up all of a sudden?" I withdrew my hand, a little paranoid. "There's no way you could… want to… ruin it right?"
No… no way. I know he hated me. He hated me enough to leave his own house, his mother whom he loved more than anyone in the world and live a lonely life. But he couldn't…
"I already did. At least I ruined your wedding night." He chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets.
"What are you on about?" I glared at him, my hands balled into fists. Maybe he lost his mind and now he's just babbling away…
"I fucked your future wife like your mother did my father. I guess now we're finally even."
A/N: Who doesn't want drama right? XD Sorry it's gonna get a bit intense now. Hope you guys enjoyed this long overdue update. Please let me know in your reviews!
Until next time (soon!)