After Mikan left, once Natsume found out, he was dark.
Though she'd changed the school for the better, now Natsume was even worse.
He would throw things and burn people. His temper was horrible.
The only person he had restraint to was Ruka, and even he had bruises and burns from Natsume.
You could see no light in his eyes at any time, and he'd cuss out all the teachers and kids.
It was obvious that he wanted Mikan back, but what could anyone do?
Well, one kid was sick of his constant thoughts and one teacher was sick of his nonsense and rudeness.
Koko and Jinjo-sensei set off together to find Mikan.
They would tolerate this no longer.
It's only lucky Koko heard Jinjo's plans, or he'd be left trying to get out of Gakuen Alice.
But, today like any other day, Natsume was p***ed, and barely anyone was able to realize Koko and Jinjo was gone...
He was throwing things at EVERYONE for no reason.
It was Mikan's birthday.
"Happy birthday, Mikan!" Confetti shot all over the young girl.
Today was her twelfth birthday, and her little amount of friends, along with her grandfather, threw a surprise party.
There were laughs and smiles and games.
But Mikan couldn't shake the fact that...
Something felt wrong.
In fact, Koko and Jinjo had left at midnight, so they were now at Mikan's. They decided not to ruin her surprise party though.
But once it was over, they knocked on the door, and Mikan opened it. There stood a constant smiling boy and an evil-looking man.
She was shocked and freaked.
"Uh... M-May I... Help you?"
"Yes-" Jinjo ALMOST began screaming, but Koko intervened.
"Mikan Sakura, right? Would you like to come with us? Someone's been missing you beyond toleration." She cocked her head.
"Um... It's someone I know, right? You guys aren't kidnappers?"
Koko chuckled as Jinjo just got irritated. Koko replied, "Yes, it's someone you know very well, and no, we are not kidnappers. How on earth would a KID be a kidnapper?"
"I-I see... P-Prove it."
"Alright, well, you forgot two years of your life, right?" Her eyes widened. How did he know?! "We're taking you where you got Mr. Bear and where you were for those two years."
"..." Mikan was completely dumbfounded. But if this could help her figure out what happened last year and the year before...
"Alright," she agreed.
"Natsume, please! Calm do- Argh!" Ruka got hit with a chair. He now had tears in his eyes...
His best friend was in a rampage!
He was burning people left and right and throwing anything he could.
If this kept up...
No, he wouldn't let that happen.
"Natsume, please, stop using your alice, at least!" Ruka pleaded. "What did Hotaru go back in time for if you just waste it now?! Would Sakura want you doing this?" The Hotaru caught his attention. He knew she was a delicate topic for Ruka. But the mention of Mikan made him turn to him. Ruka saw his eyes getting red.
He was starting to CRY.
Never had Ruka seen him cry.
"Ah, ah," he stammered, "Natsume, it's okay, just stop using your alice and throwing things, okay?" He turned around and walked off.
Ruka sighed.
He'd have to deal with this for years, he knew.
He looked up sadly.
Natsume didn't even seem like his friend. He never talked anymore. You'd think he lost his voice.
And that all seems like a scratch compared to the big thing. The real scarred, broken bone.
Natsume barely even went around Ruka, much less anyone else. He skipped school a ton, more than ever before, and when he did go to class, he would just throw things and smack people and just hurt people.
It was horrible for Ruka, watching his friend like this.
Natsume walked to his room and stood in the doorway.
His room was a mess. Once he found out Mikan was gone, he'd torn it all up. It was burnt. Destroyed. But he didn't care.
He didn't care about anything anymore.
He walked in and sat on his broken, now-half bed.
He wanted to call Mikan's name, but he didn't.
It was too painful, going on without her.
He glanced at his left, seeing his broken lamp. He stood up and picked the lamp up. He stared at it for a while, and then, like he usually did once in a while, he cut his wrist.
The blood poured down, joining the dried pool of blood below.
Then he threw the lamp at his closet.
He just watched as his blood poured down.
Once it stopped, it'd been three and a half hours. He wiped his wrist with a towel and looked at it.
All over his wrist were scars. It's why he now wore wristbands.
No one could know he was cutting himself. They'd only stop him.
He walked out to Central Town.
He took five whole boxes of howalon and ate it under the tree that Mikan had gave that howalon to him that one day.
It ached sitting here. All he could think about was her and what happened that day.
It made him want to smile, but he just couldn't.
It was still there, always echoing in his mind.
The fact that she was gone.
He ate one after another. He barely did any exercise, who knows. He may get fat soon.
But he didn't care. He didn't care about anything.
If Mikan was here, maybe he would, but she isn't.
And she'll never come back.
And it's not like he could have the same relationship they had before.
Even if he saw her again, he would never be able to tell her that he was an alice.
And he probably wouldn't be good at not showing her. He gets angry, and he uses it all the time.
Each night, he coughs up blood. Using his alice tires him out.
But he doesn't care.
There was one howalon left, and he went back in his room.
He put it in the pile he had. The one of howalons.
Any time he ate howalons, he'd leave the last one in there.
He laid on his bed and went to sleep.
As usual, he had a dream...
About Mikan.
Mikan kissed him as he caressed her body.
He so wanted more.
He wanted all of her.
Heart, soul, body, mind. EVERYTHING.
He wanted to be her world.
He rolled over on top of her and kissed her passionately as he took off her skirt.
'Polka dots,' it made him smile sadly.
Then he took off her shirt and then her underwear. As he fondled her breasts, he licked her private. She moaned loudly as he did.
She took his shirt off and then his pants and boxers. He got off and stared at her.
"Nice. Can you maybe... put that hot thing in me?"
"Yeah." And he stuck it in her and started humping. Screaming, she tugged his hair.
They continued for hours and hours. She'd cummed twice while he cummed twelve.
He gasped as he took it out. Both of them panted, and then he woke up.
It was morning already. He'd missed dinner and even today's breakfast.
He scowled. He hated life for taking his Mikan away each day, and everyday he had a good dream like the one last night, more hatred would spur up at the fact that life woke him up.
He sat up and felt the wetness between his legs.
As the usual when he had a dream like that, he'd cummed. It was a wet dream.
He got up and went to his closet, not bothering to walk over the glass and every other thing on the floor. He could feel blood oozing out of his feet.
But as usual, he didn't care.
He took off his clothes and got a new outfit. He put the outfit on his half-bed and went into the shower.
He just stood there as usual, and barely cleaned himself.
All he really cleaned was his private, chest, face, and wrists. He didn't even clean his feet, even though they were all bloody.
And his shampoo was way over due. Sure, there was some left, but ever since he came back, he hadn't used it.
He put on his clothes without drying himself and left for school.
But instead of school, he walked until lunch.
He ate all his food as fast as he can so he could get out, and after lunch, he actually went to school.
He threw his manga at Narumi once he sat in his seat.
Then he threw his notebook at Permy.
Then he threw a pencil at Iinchou, and a water bottle at Mochou.
He threw two binders, one at Anna and the other at Nonoko.
Then he finally threw his bag at Kitsuneme.
Koko wasn't here. He'd left the rock in the bag.
Finally, Ruka came in and saw the mess. He turned grim. He walked toward Natsume and sat down.
"Natsume?" he said quietly. "You shouldn't take it out o-" Suddenly, Natsume punched him, and he fell back, off the seat. His nose was now bleeding.
"Um, please just stop throwing those at them for no-" And he got a slap.
"Right..." Ruka stopped trying to help.
Just then though, Koko came in with a grin that was bigger than ever before.
In an instant, Natsume took back his rock and threw it at Koko, got it again, and threw it again.
Koko's nose was bleeding badly now, and his face was all scratched. Natsume's rock was, in fact, very big.
"Natsume, uh, ..." Koko didn't know what to say. "Um, you'll have a visitor when you get back in your room." Natsume scowled but turned back.
In each class, he threw stuff at the teacher, board, whatever.
And finally, school was over, and he walked to his room, scowling.
He opened the door and entered. He looked left. Then he looked right.
And he was so astonished, his eyes barely even widened.
There she sat, staring unnerved at him. He rubbed his eyes and opened them.
He wasn't seeing things, it didn't seem...
He walked up and grabbed the top of her head.
Real...
Was this a dream?
He grabbed her breast, wanting to see if it was a robot, but the familiar flat space made him lose his breath.
She squealed and thrashed, but Natsume didn't let go.
He wanted. He wanted more. He wanted her.
"..." He was wary to speak. Everyone thought he'd lost his voice. He wanted that to continue. That way they don't think he'll answer. He doesn't have to.
But he wanted to say her name.
He leaned down to kiss her, and as soon as their lips touched, he wanted more.
Oh, he so wanted more.
He made them fall onto his half-bed and mouthed her so deeply, so passionately. As if she was his breath.
He moaned.
He wanted more. Oh, so much more.
He started nibbling her lips, asking for entrance. He licked her lips, trying to force his way in.
He wanted her. He wanted her.
Mikan however was freaked. She had no idea who this man was, and yet he was kissing her! Mouthing her!
What was going on?
She was so scared. Tears started to bubble in her eyes.
Natsume took a break, just to snarl, "You're mine." before he started mouthing her again.
In his head, he was pleading her to let him in.
He wanted more...!
Unable to control it, his eyes started producing tears. Something he hadn't done since he turned three.
It burned, making him moan. It wasn't like a shower. His tears were hot.
He started biting her lips, trying to get her to comply. She only cried and whimpered.
"Polka!" he yelled, "Mikan! Open your mouth! I want you! Let me..." He was starting to really cry. "Let me in... Let me in, Mikan..." he cried on her shirt.
Her breathing was wavered. She didn't want this. This boy, this boy she didn't even know, was kissing her, her first kiss. He was crying on her shirt.
It was like a boyfriend would do. Only really, it was...
Yes, it was like an ex-boyfriend was pleading for them to get back together, Mikan concluded.
So she decided to ask, "Who are you?" He gasped.
"Wh... Wh..." He looked up, his eyes red, puffy, and tearstained. She couldn't have...
In the few months she was away, she had to remember SOMETHING! Just because someone erased her memory, she should still remember SOMETHING!
He was quiet. He had no idea... how to cope.
She forgot him. She forgot him.
She forgot him.
His mouth turned into a snarl, and he got off.
He had two options: f her and make sure she NEVER forgets him, or run off.
He wanted to f her. No matter what.
He ALWAYS wanted to.
He started taking off his shirt and tossed it to the side.
"Stay there," he snarled and searched in his closet.
He found what he was looking for and turned around.
Mikan was frightened at what she saw.
Chains.