Iridescent
written by: ejo

Summary: When Natsume Hyuuga became the president, there was nothing he could not have, except for the previous president's widowed wife.

Author's Note: I told myself I shouldn't be posting without finishing any of my series but I couldn't help it. I wanted an 11-11-11 stamp. Shallow, I know.

Additional Note:

Hello, Guest that posted on 9/7/12.

I would have appreciate it if you left a registered username, in that way I could have reply via private messaging. I know that Japan doesn't have the presidential system, but this story is set in an alternate frame, although not stated I don't want my writing to be limited inside the box. I want to go beyond and explore the what-ifs. You stated that Japan only has emperors, you are quite wrong. They also do have prime ministers and Japan's form of government is constitutional monarchy, just the same as U.K.

Thank you.

P.S. Sorry for the followers who assumed this was the actual Chapter 3. (Taken from the temporary 4th section.)

Prologue

"Congratulations," the person before him greeted with a handshake and a wide grin. "You are now the President of Japan." Natsume Hyuuga took a while before letting everything sink. It went fast—too fast. Like a bolt of lightning, this news struck him in the gut. It was his long-time dream for this to happen, he hadn't expected this happen to him while he was still twenty-three. For the record, he was Japan's youngest president and he believed that he was the most capable one.

Five years of serving the government was worth it to reach the height of his political ambitions. He came from a well-known oligarch family and never had to experience hunger nor starvation. He had everything that any man could want of—looks, riches and women.

He used to be a Senator who cared the matters of his country, but when the previous president was assassinated, a new election was held. With four candidates, he managed to beat them all with a sixty-five percent vote. He was a young ambitious man who won't stop for nothing.

The flashing of flickering camera lights made him return back to reality. Every reporter's eyes were on him. Some were extending their microphones to him while some took the opportunity to take a picture of the rich and powerful bachelor.

"Did you expect this outcome, Sir Hyuuga?" one of the reporters asked.

He looked at her and leaned a bit. "To be honest, no."

Another flash of lights were seen and the camera shutters rang inside the room. With his red tie and grey suit, he looked superior to everyone around him. Bodyguards were already stationed on their posts, ready to protect the lad's life at any cost.

"What do you think of late President Andou's death? Were you thankful that he died?"

"Who would be thankful at a death of a good server? He lived a wonderful life, that's all I can say."

His secretary, Yuu Tobita, entered the scene and blocked his employer's face away from the continuous flashing of the cameras. "The conference has now ended, you may exit to the right."

As soon as the reporters left, Natsume slumped into his chair and composed his thoughts. "Yuu," he called, the secretary glanced at him with a serious expression on. "Do you think I'm fit for being the president?"

The man before him smiled and said, "I sure do, Sir. No one could fit that description except you. Although I hope you don't get this praise way inside your head."

Natsume chuckled at Yuu's response. He had an honest friend and a loyal companion throughout the years of service he had given for the government. He waved his hand at him, gesturing him to leave him alone to compose himself. In less than twenty-four hours he had known he became a president and it was a heavy burden.

With the late president's death, he had thought that the people would accuse him of murdering him but they did that. Apparently, no one did. Well, of course, he had nothing to do with the case. It was just that if someone blamed him, his reputation might hit rock bottom. As a politician, he had to do his best not to get involved with anything that could harm him. His reputation was clean and he decided to let it stay that way.

"Natsume Hyuuga," a voice called from behind. Before he could turn his head around, he felt a gun pointed against his head. "You seem well." He couldn't budge nor turn around to look at the culprit's face. He didn't want to lose his position in less than twenty-four hours.

"Who are you?" he asked. His body was stiff and he was careful enough not to agitate the person at his back. He needed to think fast on how to escape this person's hands. He heard a soft clink from the gun. Why when we needed a guard no one was was there? Where was Yuu?

"I have no reason to tell you."

A gun shot was heard in the air.

Everything went silent afterwards.

End of Chapter

A/N: Did I make it in time? Well, since this is a prologue, it's meant to be short, right?