Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice... -breaks down into a sob-
Summary: She slid away from my arms... My fault for bringing her life to an end. Just as I'm still grieving for her death, she came back to me... without her memories... NxM
A/N: Hey, hey This is my second fic I havent finished the first one but i'm burning up with inspiration!! This chapter is in Natsume's POV. So, you all out there can enjoy the perverted thoughts of our beloved Natsume. Lolz. Anyways, tomorrow is my birthday, 8 of March. Instead of receiving gifts, i'm thinking of giving one. Anyways, hope all of you out there will enjoy this fic. And dont forget to review!
Fading Wishes
Chapter one: Reencounter
She felt cold. Cold enough to make her soft cherry lips white, her bright face pale. Her whole body refused to obey her commands. She can't feel anything around her. She can't hear. She can't think... All she felt was a sharp pain penetrate through her fragile body. Her body fell on the ground. Crimson red warm liquid flows out of her body. She was dead tired. She closed her eyes despite all her attempts to stay awake, hoping to see the one she loves one last time. But nevertheless, she fell asleep... forever...
Natsume woke up. Finding himself having the same nightmare again. He was breathing hard. Almost gasping for air. His hands reached to his face. Wet. Is this... sweat... or tears...? He found himself asking this question over and over again. Three months. It was already three months since she left. He couldn't live without her. Having her cheerful and bubbly self around. The never-ending warmth she brings... He blamed himself for her death. Becaouse of him... she died. He should have kept his feelings for her a secreat. But now it's too late.
He walked towards the bathroom. He took a glance at himself at the mirror. He remembered the day she was cremated...
He ran towards his room. Unable to accept the fact that she died. He took out a knife from the cabinate, trying to make a wound on the vein in his arms. He was trying to attempt suicide.
But... Is this what she wants him to do? She'll be sad, he knows it. She's easy to read. Like a fairytale of a story book. But her story didn't end well like those stated in the fairytale. He knows her too well. And he knew... why she did that.
Luckily his childhood bestfriend, Ruka and his girlfriend, Hotaru managed to stop him from deepening the wound.
Heh... he smirked at himself while staring at the still healing wound on his left arm.
He took a bath and put on his uniform. Another boring day. He told himself. He went through the corridor that leads to the classroom. The usual corner where he purposely let her bump into himself. She was dense. Denser than a four year old. Anyone in class already knows his intentions, except for her, of couse.
His lips formed a small curve. A chuckle.
Her skirt will then flip up, revealing her panty-of-the-day. Polka-dots, strawberries, kitties, loved-shaped... He almost saw them all. Well... almost...
She will then yell at him. Calling her a pervert which he denies almost everyday. Then the bell will ring and she'll run off to class.
It was the same everyday. A fixed routine. But it's not boring. They were quite amusing. You can actually say they're entertaining.
He walked pass his class. The school bell already rang for the past 2 minutes. He wanted to skip today. Considering today is Narumi's class. That freak. He hate-no-despise him. But she always looks so cheerful around Narumi. How it irritates him. How he wish to burn that guy into ashes one day.
Normally if he skips class, she would drag him back to class-usually by force-from his favourite spot, the Sakura tree.
The Sakura tree is his favourite spot. The scent of the cheery blossom when it was spring. The shade it brings when it's summer. The withered leaves of the Sakura tree when it was blown by the winds when it was fall. The white chrismas when it was winter.
He will usually spend his time there -of course- with her. She was loud. But he didn't mind. In fact, he likes her being by his side all the time. This way, he can watch out for idiotic freaks who try to steal her away from him. She was his, everyone knew. But still, she WAS his.
He went towards the Sakura tree without him even noticing it. He simply follow where his feet would bring him while he drowns in the precious memories both of them share.
Wait.
He stopped.
His heart skipped a beat.
His eyes grew wider showing his shocked crimson eyes.
There was someone under his and her Sakura tree. Someone familiar. Someone who appears almost everynight in his dreams. A brunette in pigtails...
Mikan...?
A/N: Oooookaaaay. It's 11.11 PM almost midnight. It's Wednesday and tomorrow's a schoolday! See how much i sacrificed to write this fic? Hehe... then you can just show your graditude by taking 3 seconds to review. One review away to keep my happy everyday Thanks!!
