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She turned in her sleep, tossing her sheets
away from her side and covering my face while doing so. And being so sensitive
to every other movement around me, I awoke—when I didn’t want to. I wanted that
moment to last forever. Though all the times I spend with her make me feel
blessed, that was the one moment which I never wanted to let go. I sighed and
shut my eyes tighter, hoping that sleep would take over my senses again. But
all I could do was feign. I turned, too, only to grab her around her torso and
pull her gently toward me. As sleepy as she was, or maybe tired from last
night’s experimentations, I couldn’t put my finger on what it was…she didn’t
react in any way when I yanked her toward my bare, muscled chest. I hugged her
tight and put my mouth over her pale shoulder which was revealing from under
the sheets. I inhaled her aroma so deep that my head was going dizzy. Her sweet
strawberry scent was something one would always want to hover around and too
bad for my little tangerine, I’d gotten used to it. I smiled for what seemed to
be the first time in my twenty years of torture.
Yes, torture would somehow be just about
the right word to describe the cocktail gone sour since long: my life. You see,
that is just what is on the menu.
But when an indicative picture of the
cocktail is placed right next to its description of contents and such, it makes
the ordering part more sensible. And that is: mental torture.
Also, it’s something along the lines of an
eye-catcher; something like a cherry placed on the wedge of the cocktail flute.
When explained and understood, my personal
life would sound hellish. And that would be another mocktail…
My mother had died almost immediately after
giving birth to my little sister. Experiments I think were that what killed
her. The doctors had wanted to test the possibilities of risk at its highest
peak; they had wanted to try to see if my mother would overcome her condition
to deliver the baby out safely. They managed to perform a small glitch in the
whole process and then, she died. Just like that. I saw it all. I saw the whole
thing live from the small transparent circle in the door of the operation
theatre, a room which was supposed to save people. But I witnessed the
opposite. The lovely black haired lady whom I used to tease as an old hag and
stick my tongue out was no more. Without her warm presence, our mansion seemed
more like a haunted house. Now in our family of three, only Aoi and me reside
in our mansion house as my father always stays at his small penthouse in
Hokkaido, afraid that he would be consumed with thoughts of my mother if he
should ever come around anywhere near Tokyo. Though the mansion would be
bustling about with servants trying their best to keep it primmer than it
already was, most of the rooms were completely empty and because of that, it
gave off an eerie aura to everyone around it.
---
Overcome with grief for the death of the
one lady he loved most, my father was inconsolable. Even with everyone doing
their best to soothe the environment in which I and my father had been engulfed
in, he would remain just like that. He would hold the large picture of the both
of them, taken when in their courtship days, hold it close to his chest and
weep silent tears which mirrored his sorrow. He touched neither a morsel of
food nor a drop of water and stayed that way for days together. Night and day,
I could hear his faint whispers to his departed wife; he was talking to her. It
all made sense to me only after I realized it a few years later. For him,
Hyuuga Kaoru was alive. Deep in his
heart, the sweet lady whom he would love till the end of time lived on. Why, I
had thought, those tears just added more liquid to the never ending ocean of
grief. Not wanting to show my pain to others, I had never for once shed a tear:
I didn’t want anyone to think that I had a weakness. To forget it all, Hyuuga
Ioran took to business. Pulling his adorable children into the industry, he
developed a different kind of bond with them. No matter how much he tried to
bury his sorrow at his wife’s death, he was never successful at it. His
exterior showed a tough, ruthless businessman—高い: expensive. But in the interior, he always
had the longing to stay by the grave of his wife while his soul would be
screaming inside him to be let out to rejoin with my mother’s which had
departed long back—安い: cheap…and about to explode.
---
My sweet adorable, innocent sister was the
only person who changed our hearts. Well, mine at the least. We wanted her to
live peacefully in the special house into which we had moved—a house which my
father had purchased after much consultation so that Aoi might be free from any
of my mother’s memories. Our wish was to fill her life thoroughly with joy; we
wanted her to be carefree, just like the wonderful butterflies that we had
painted ourselves on the walls of her large room. Even with all our lavish
pampering, Aoi was never once detected to have a snobby character.
She was very good
friends with people of every other social strata. She was never the
‘I’m-a-princess-treat-me-like-royalty’ kind of person and she is the same even
now. Ever since Aoi started to understand the things happening around her,
there was not much of a faint sniff or a drop of a tear. We were her mother,
father, brother, friend and everything else with her being just the same to us.
We changed her life like she changed ours. We brought the change in such a way
that she never took to heart that our mother had died. My Buriko, having vested
her heart and soul in a profession which finds passionate enough, is now
eighteen and is already at the top of her career as a successful event planner.
Hyuuga Aoi is the most cheerful person I have known so far besides my
mother…and Mikan. Well, my Mikan.
---
Whenever I seemed to swirl a bit too far
into my sorrow laden past, I would usually delve so deep into thoughts about it
that I would have no sense of my then current state unless snapped. This would
never fail to bring a mild migraine to my head and it was the same even then. I
wanted to have a shower to cool my senses. I groaned a little; the thought of
staying away from her for even a second caused me pain. I’d wanted to shower with her—isn’t that how it goes with all
the lovers almost all the times? But given that she was deep asleep, I let it
go. I slid out of the bed after swathing her gently in the sheets like a cocoon.
I put on my pants which lay haphazardly on the floor and stretched my arms, and
yawned. I stretched wide, allowing every small muscle in my body to contract
and relax. Last night…other than being tiresome, it was sweaty. I sniffed my
nose to smell my scent. Ah, it was a mixture—of mine, and of course, mostly
hers. ‘I’d smell like an appetizing strawberry
if I don’t have a hot shower soon.’ As hungry as I was for her scent and
wanted her flavor around me, it was still slick against me. ‘Yuck!’
I walked into the open bathroom and not
pausing to shut the door behind me, I turned the knob of the shower. Hot water
ran through my body while calming my tensed muscles on the way. I stood that
way for what seemed to me like ages and stepped out reluctant to turn the knob
the other way.
I examined my face in the mirror. Blood had
pooled under the surface of my cheeks—I was blushing. Well, that was a first if
I should say so myself. And if Mikan saw that, she’d definitely think that I
had crossed over to the side of constant
or even eternal light and warmth—which I hadn’t. Not yet, at least. I covered my
eyes with my bangs, which usually blocked anyone from reading my face even with
the emotionless mask I always wore. I wrapped a towel around my waist and
strode over to the refrigerator in my tastefully decorated, state-of-the-art
kitchen.
I opened its pale colored double doors to
scan it briefly and locked my eyes on the carton of milk which was my target.
My fridge was never so full until Mikan came around. Her cooking reduced my
daily habit of eating out at pizza and burger outlets. I drank the contents of
the carton greedily. ‘All that shouting
and sweating must’ve made me thirsty.’ Sure I was shouting like hell
yesterday. It was too much, the pleasure… I wasn’t able to bear it; my body
seemed too small to contain all the bliss. That was just what I felt in me. My
chest was thrumming; it seemed like her every touch always left an open
invitation, calling for more.
Last night, we’d made history as we were
the only couple out there exploring a new world of our own. I’d always been
spending so much time lying around her room playing on my PS or reading manga.
Other than that, I would usually be seen kissing Mikan with no gentleness
whatsoever or playing pervert around her. It seemed that Polka had whined a
small complaint to her abnormal best friend over my lack of romance. So Imai,
being the ice queen as she is, blasted me with her stupid Baka Cannon and
handed me a ‘romantic-no-nonsense-guide’. I wondered how on Earth my best
friend Ruka Nogi, was able to stand a girl like her. Let alone have her as his girlfriend. The very thought made me
scoff. Then again, the blasting was the only thing which made me realize the
reason as to which Mikan hadn’t criticized my pervertedness around her for the
last couple of days.
I am Hyuuga Natsume and I don’t like it when
I’m taught about something or just when I am being commented on. Even if Imai
was nothing but caring for me in a way, it was still my love life. And I am going to make sure that no one would
interrupt me in any way, even if they are going to give me just a piece of
advice for my own good. Here, I am to conquer a kingdom. I would either win the
war…or win it. The word ‘lose’ was never to be found in my dictionary. Being
the poor boy I am, I never have had any knowledge of the word to even consider
it. Without another glance at the glossy guide, I chucked it into the shredder
at my workplace where I watched the book tear up in a million or so pieces
while I sat behind my mahogany desk smirking.
That very night, I planned to take her out
for a spin at romantic places. I spoke with Aoi for over an hour, explaining
what I wanted, and asked her to plan the day in such a way that it would be
agreeable with Mikan’s tastes. Since my sister had complete knowledge of my
only love, I felt reassured with entrusting the planning of the day to Aoi. Among
many other things, we went riding through those heart shaped tunnel thingies,
danced some tango, enjoyed a candlelit dinner, and finally closed the curtain
to the show in my king sized bed. I must say, it was pretty hard for me to talk
to her without avoiding my usual perverted behavior which I’d gotten used to.
But I had to, if I wanted my only
true love to be together with me. Not that Polka would ever consent to a break
up with me in the first place: the very thought of her ending our relationship
made me smirk at its foolish notion. The fact that Mikan was a pure virgin,
totally new to the world of seduction, made me very proud. I went deep into
her, my hardness exploring every other crevice of her unexplored domain. I was
the master. But unlike her usual ‘slow learner’ type, she quickly grasped
everything and was totally on the same play mode as I was. Sure she had the
innocence of a sophomore schoolgirl. But when it came to these things, she
totally turned me on with that teasing attitude of hers. My Ichigo Kara
definitely is unique.
I’d always wanted to do that to Polka ever
since we were together. But I was cautious and careful enough not to hurt her
in any way. Back then, I wanted to let her know that it wasn’t her body that I
was attracted to, but her sweet love. I’d yearned so much for it. But after she
came to know the full extent of my emotional love for her, it seemed that she
wanted to take our relationship to the next level. Now that we’d conquered the
other level, hell it was! My feelings were a tie between her love and her body.
We made paradise and we reveled in it. True I’d known lust, but I had never
experienced a thing like that
before—it was completely different. If I was a god at making love, then she was
a goddess as she was definitely on the same level as I was even though it was
her first shot at it.
Let me put it in a much simpler, yet
meaningful way: We were the first lovers of the world and we were gods. But
just as before, physical love was not something for which I’d always pursued
Mikan. It was for her pure soul which had not one teensy trace of evil or
anything bad. I, being the most inoffensive sadistic person, and having a
thoroughly tortured soul for one, wanted to experience something out of the
world I’d lived in. Mikan, I always thought, was my reward—though I don’t know
for which effort of mine.
Back when I was unaccustomed to the way in
which things worked, I was under the impression that the female gender is very
understanding and caring for the most. But of course, that impression had to do
a back-track once I discovered my true potential in the world which was mainly
based on my looks and wealth and all the fame it brought along. If the female
population sets its eyes on me for just a fraction of a second, I guess that
only two idiotic reasons would be visible to them.
One: A mortal angel has descended upon
Earth.
Two: The angel is incredibly and
unbelievably rich enough to feed a few generations.
I guess those two reasons would be just
enough for them all to start their efforts in trying to pin me down with their
flirtatious natural instincts. Nope…that wouldn’t be in the right sense. They’d
actually be throwing themselves at
me.
It became very hard for me to even step out
to the nearest convenience store to buy a can of soda or grab a couple of manga.
Their ‘angel’s’ much sought after life which was a kind of heaven at least till
then, turned into total hell. For me, Hyuuga Natsume, Armageddon had already
come upon the Earth in the form of females—except for my late mother and my
sister, that is. That remained so until, of course, my tangerine princess
walked into my much abused shadowy life.
---
I gulped down the special nutrient rich
milk Mikan had bought for me. After that, I would’ve usually thrown the carton
somewhere on the floor of my big kitchen, ignoring the trash bin which was
right beneath the sink. But thanks to Mikan’s strict overseeing yet again, I
dutifully threw the empty carton into the bin. After my thirst for normal liquids had been quenched, I went
to my grand room.
Mikan Sakura, the most confusing jigsaw
puzzle I’d ever tried to join, is most undoubtedly the true love of my life…my
soul mate. Strange as it is for everyone else to understand, she is the piece
who is supposed to fit with me perfectly. True, no one can really comprehend
the mystery in our relationship once they get to know our attitudes; I am
almost unsociable—I hardly talk to my own family. And she is the sun which
would never set for eternity—even a stranger could become her good friend right
away. Now that was something which caused me to smile and frown as well. The
idiotic girl is just too innocent for her own good.
My
beautiful reformer was still in bed, just as she was before, curled into a
tight ball. I plopped myself onto the center of the bed, careful enough not to
wake my sleeping beauty. For something to do, I ruffled her hair gently and
smoothed a few curls out of the frame of her cute, angelic face. She stirred a
little, and smiled unconsciously; she was obviously dreaming about Howalon
fluff-puffs, given that she was drooling over the soft pillows. I sighed. Some
things never change. I felt a little jealous, though; whom would she choose to
be on top of her love priority list? Me? Or those Howalons? I wondered if she
had the maturity to carefully weigh her choices and make the decision, even if
I was just fooling around a bit. Although I was just musing over that kiddy
issue, I still admit that I felt a pang of jealousy. I wanted her to dream and
drool that way about ME; not those fluff-puff candies which hardly last in
one's tongue for mere seconds…
While I was musing over that and smoothing her hair absentmindedly, a
smirk suddenly seemed to be plastered on my face; I had just the perfect
punishment for her for ruining my expensive silk pillow covers. Later when
she'd wake up, I would demand another round with her to play my lover. I kept
watching her for what seemed to be an immeasurable period of time. I kept my eyes
locked on her face, not able to withdraw my gaze. I looked at her lips; those
full pink, luscious and tasty lips which never for once have failed to turn me
on.
I touched it with my index finger, moistening my finger tip while I
stroked its length. I sensed a sudden urge building in me to grab her and kiss
her senseless, not caring about the fact that she was deep asleep. I hated to
burst her bubble but I'm afraid that I can never exercise my usual stance of
self control whenever I'm around her. Everything
about her was sweet—even her heavenly tasting cum had traces of sweetness! As
absorbed as I was at looking at nothing but just her soft lips, it seemed that
I’d subconsciously crawled closer to her. I placed my forehead against hers and
kissed the tip of her shiny nose.
I stayed a moment that way, inhaling deeply, taking in her sweet
strawberry fragrance. My proximity to her made the fragrance heady and it hit
me fresh in the face. Just when I took a fresh sniff of the scent, whatever little
self control I thought I had, vanished into nowhere and all my noble thoughts
were muddled. I could not but crash her lips with mine when she was ‘torturing’
me in that way. Since she was murmuring in her sleep, I took advantage of it
and opened her mouth and shoved my hot tongue inside her tender mouth. All this
while that I was kissing her so roughly and intently, she were still damn
asleep.
I, The Natsume Hyuuga, kiss a girl and she doesn’t respond to it? Tsk,
tsk. That didn’t go well with me; I frowned. Yesterday, she was on the same
play level as I was and now? She’s snoring bubbles off her nose! Even in a
moment like that, Mikan didn’t fail to amuse me. A small frown was plastered on
my forehead and then I bit her. As careful as I was on trying not to hurt her
in any possible way, I couldn’t take that. I fixed my strong teeth onto her
sensuous lips until I’d tasted a kind of saltiness. I’d drawn blood. Ichigo’s
eyes flew open; she should have probably finished her Howalon box by then.
