After Youchii started up the stairs, Mikan looked back at Natsume. She stuck out her hand to shake his. "I'm sorry about before, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Mikan," she said.

Mikan, geez. He had to love that name. "It's okay," he said, taking her hand in his. "I'm Natsume, but I think you knew that." He smirked

She rolled her eyes. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked with concern in her voice.

"No, I'm fine." He said trying to protect his dignity

"Good," she said with a sigh. "You were looking at me with wide eyes a minute ago, so I wasn't sure." She felt heat rise in her cheeks as she looked into his eyes.

"I was just surprised that you could do that to someone so much bigger than you," he said smitten. He noticed the color in her cheeks, and decided that he liked it. He liked it a lot. "So, is that your sister?"

"Yes, that's Hotaru, with Ruka. And Misaki is our friend and teammate. Hey Hotaru," she reached down and grabbed Natsume's hand and pulled him toward the other four. He felt his stomach flip at her touch and mentally scolded himself. Get it together, man.

"This is Natsume. Natsume, this is Hotaru. Misaki, Natsume, Natsume, Misaki," she formally introduced Natsume to the other two operators. "Ruka, Tsubasa, I am Mikan. It's nice to meet you." Tsubasa shook her hand and Ruka grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. She smiled up at Ruka and Natsume felt his jaw tighten and heat rush up to his face. He wasn't jealous, oh no. He just didn't think it was very professional for his band mate to kiss anyone that was working with them, let alone his personal security guard. But he wasn't jealous…right.

"Ruka, come on, man," he said with his teeth grit, pushing his band mate away from Mikan.

Mikan looked at Natsume with a question in her eyes. "It's okay, Natsume," she said.

"Yeah, Natty-Natty Nat. Don't get your panties in a twist," Ruka told his band mate. Hotaru, Misaki, and Tsubasa laughed at Ruka's comment. Natsume growled and scowled at Ruka. What a frickin' band mate! "So, Hotaru. We're going to be pretty close from now on, huh?" Ruka turned his attention fully back to her.

"That's right. We're all going to have to be incredibly close. Sumire says our assignment is to be on you like white on rice. Can you handle that, Hon?" she asked him monotonous.

"Oh, I think so. Can you?" he asked back, winking. She stared up at him. Natsume rolled his eyes. He loved his band mate, really, but sometimes he was such a dick.

"Well, we know a lot about you guys because of the CIP's, client information packets, but do you guys have any questions for us, while we're all here?" Misaki asked, looking among the three band mates.

"How old are you?" Tsubasa asked.

"I just turned twenty-three, Hotaru is nineteen, and little Mikan just turned eighteen years old," Misaki said. Wow, eighteen? Natsume figured Mikan was young, but was impressed with her skill for her age. Damn impressed. He had been eighteen for a few months now and he knew he couldn't disarm a man that much bigger than him.

Mikan, god he loved that name, glared at Misaki. "I am not little," she said. Natsume broke out in a smirk. She noticed his smirk. "What?" she asked him.

"Tch nothing," he said, trying not to laugh.

"No, go ahead. If you've got something to say, by all means," she said, gesturing for him to continue. He had to love the little pouty scowl on her face. By this time Ruka, Misaki, Hotaru, and Tsubasa were all grinning too.

"It's just that you are possibly one of the smallest packages of kick-ass woman I've ever seen," he told her. She crossed her arms over her chest, and raised one eyebrow. God, faces like that were the stuff men fell in love with.

She broke out in a little smile. "Nice save with the whole kick-ass woman thing," she said. She then leaned over to whisper in his ear. "And don't you forget it." Her breath tickled his neck and he shivered. She was pure attitude and he loved every second of it. He leaned over to return a whisper of his own.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't," he said. He lingered just long enough to catch the smell of her hair. Strawberry mixed with the sweet smell of a woman. Geez, she smelled so good.

"So whose room is the first door on the right going up the stairs?" Mikan asked. She was curious about who had all the instruments and the big screen.

"That would be my room," Natsume said. Why did it have to be his room? Natsume knew he shouldn't have left his clothes on the floor this morning! The one time he didn't have his room spotless. He tried to hide the blush creeping up to his cheeks. "How the fuck did you get in?"

"I climbed. Let's go tighten up your bedroom security," Mikan said simply, grabbing his hand again and sending a shock into his system. She led him up the stairs and into his room. He turned the light on and groaned to himself.

He brushed past her and grabbed his dirty clothes from the floor. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. He tossed them over between his desk and the door. "I'll take care of that later."

Mikan giggled at him. "It's okay. I do it too," she said, trying to prevent him from being embarrassed. She put her hand on his shoulder and smiled up at him. "Okay, now…first thing's first. Make sure you lock your balcony door." She walked over to it and locked it. "That's how I got in. You also want to make sure the windows are locked if you aren't in here. It looks like they are, so that is a good thing."

Alright! One positive in her eyes. Yay. "I think I can handle that," he said to her with a smile.

"I think we should really think about removing the lattice from this side of the house too. It would be safer for you and whoever has the other balconies," she said.

Natsume nodded his head. "Ruka and Tsubasa," he told her. "I'm sure my mom will be able to let go of the lattice if it is for a good cause."

She grinned at him. "Next order of business…why do you have so many guitars in your room? Are they all yours?"

Natsume looked at his beloved collection and smiled proudly. "Well, I raised them all from the time they were small," he said, looking at Mikan from beneath his eyelashes.

She giggled at his silliness. He decided that making her giggle was going to be high on his list of personal priorities from now on. "I'm Kidding. I'm part of a band… Duh! I play a whole bunch of other shit too." She just smiled and went over to his collection, running her hand along the tops.

"They're very nice," she said, looking over her shoulder at him. "You'll have to play for me sometime."

God, wasn't she just the cutest thing in the world? "Uh, sure. Yeah, I'll have to do that," he said. He stared at her as she examined his instruments. Her jeans and her little sweater shirt hugged her curves in the best way. The thought that long, brown, wavy hair was now his favorite kind of hair crossed his mind.

"So," she said, startling him out of his thoughts. "Are you going to be able to handle being with me all the time?"

"I think I can handle a tiny girl like you." More than that, he was going to get addicted to it. Woah, back up that train of thought, Natsume. No, it was too late, it was out and he knew it was true. "So you are just guarding me?" Talking was good, keep talking.

"Uh huh, just you. You will have my undivided attention until I am given further notice," she said. Yeah, he could definitely get used to that. "So, since we'll be spending so much time together, we should get to know each other better," she said as she walked over to the couch. Natsume watched as she sat down and sighed. "Oh, this is a great couch."

He smiled at her. "Thanks." He walked over and sat with her. "How long have you been in the security business?" he asked.

"For an entire day," she said. What? How could someone that hadn't been in the business for more than a day protect him from the crazy stalker? She noticed his worried expression and quickly adjusted her answer. "Well, I have been in official training for a year now. Before that I was always at the LA chapter training with my sister. We grew up with the personal security business because of our father. He does PSD too. Don't worry, I am highly trained and qualified to do my job." Natsume let out an unnoticed breath of relief. "I didn't mean to scare you," she said quietly. "But I did just get my clearance today. They only take the best at PSD, Inc."

"Well, congratulations," he said to her. She blushed and smiled her thanks to him.

"What do you like to do for fun?" she asked, keeping their 'getting to know you' session going.

"Well, besides playing and writing and performing, I like to play golf and sports with my band mates and friends. I also like to play video games. Do you play?" he asked her, gesturing toward his big screen TV with the video game systems set up around it.

"Not much, but when I do I have a great time. I'm just not very good," she said with a smile. She looked up into his eyes, "Maybe you can give me video game lessons?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I'll have to do that. Then when you're an expert, we'll pit you against Ruka. It'll be good to take him down a notch or two," he said with another laugh. She giggled again. God, he just had to adore her giggle. "My turn. What is your favorite color?"

"Red," she said, holding up her leg to show Natsume her bright red boots.

"Nice, those rock." There was nothing sexier than the way her boots made her legs look when she was walking. He had noticed. "Mine is blue," he told her.

"Blue is awesome, high five," she held up her hand. Natsume raised his hand and she gave him a high five. Damn it, this was one time where hugs were not overrated. He needed to come up with an excuse to have her hug him. Or kiss him. Yeah, that was what he needed to do. Anything for physical contact. He smirked inwards. Yes… He was getting horny no doubt.

"Okay, I guess it's my turn…hmmmm," Mikan said, putting her hand on her chin in thought. She knew what she wanted to ask. She just couldn't decide if it was too early to ask it. She didn't want him to freak out or anything. But in her defense, she really did need to know everything about him in order to protect him better. Yeah, this question was purely a professional question. Sure. "Do you have a—". Mikan was cut off by a loud thump against one of Natsume's walls. "What was that?"

Mikan immediately stood up and got in front of Natsume. Her question would have to wait. Protecting Natsume was her first priority. He stood up behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "It's probably just Ruka. His room is right next to mine, let's go see." He started to walk past her, but she grabbed his arm to stop him. She needed to make sure everything was clear before he just walked off somewhere.

"Let me go first. Just in case," she told him. He raised one eyebrow in question. "I'm sorry, but my job is to protect you. I plan on doing it. And well." She smiled up at him and thought that he had to have the most gorgeous, chocolaty, golden brown eyes she had ever seen. Wow.

Natsume just shrugged his shoulders at her. "Whatever makes you happy." And he meant it. He had this strong urge to keep this woman happy at any cost. And what the hell did that mean?

They walked, Mikan in front, to the next room. He noticed Mikan put her hand under her shirt at the small of her back. What was she doing? She opened the door and quickly checked all lines of sight. She let out a sigh of relief and moved her hand. That's when he saw it. Geez, why in the hell did she have a gun in his house? And was she planning on using it? The realization of her actually being his protector hit him. Right, bodyguards carry weapons.

"Hotaru, what are you guys doing?" Mikan asked, moving into the room further. Natsume followed behind her to see Hotaru holding Ruka against the wall. Ruka had on the biggest shit-eating grin Natsume had ever seen.

"Oh, I just thought Ruka should learn a few self defense moves. You know, just in case," Hotaru answered her sister. She kept her position and only glanced over her shoulder at Natsume and Mikan before returning to gaze heatedly at Ruka. "Maybe you should teach Natsume some too."

Right, that's all she's doing, teaching self defense. Not. Mikan knew her sister, and she knew when her sister liked what she saw. And Hotaru Imai liked the look of Ruka Nogi.

"Oh, well…we'll, uh, leave you to it then," Natsume said awkwardly. He knew the look in his band mate's eyes. Pure predator, all the way. He didn't want to get in the middle of all that. He put his arm around Mikan's waist to turn her and left his hand on her back to lead her out of the room.

"Don't be too rough with him, Hotaru," Mikan called over her shoulder with a smirk.

Natsume thought he distinctly heard his band mate mutter, "She can be as rough with me as she wants." Ugh, gross. He did not need to hear that. He closed Ruka's door before making his way back to his room.