Remember Chapter 1, a gakuen alice fanfic

So this is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

-Mikan-

Walking through the park, she gazed at the snow that covered her surroundings, talking to her best friend on the phone.

"But really, Hotaru, why do you have to be so cruel to your parents? I get it that you don't care for most people, but your blackmailing is hurting your parents; they don't know why you keep trying to get more money. They have plenty of wealth already, you live in a freaking mansion for Heaven's sake, and you already have a full scholarship, a full ride for college, to your university of choice, and you've even sold the patents for a couple of your inventions for God knows how much money. You're worrying your parents, and me as well, with how much you seem to only care about money."

"Why would that bother you, Mikan? You know me better than anyone. Money comes first."

"You see, that's the problem with your logic, right there," Mikan retorted. "I know you better than anyone, which is how I know that money does not always come first with you. Yes, it may be expensive foods sometimes, but I know that on more than one occasion people have mattered more to you than money. When your mom was in the hospital and I took you out for the day to cheer you up-which, of course, entailed that I paid for everything," She paused, "I saw you pause in front of that church. Yes, I noticed it, as I happened to glare up at you after you knocked everything out of my hands. You might have thought that I couldn't hear but I did-I heard you say that you would give up all the money you had for your mom to get better."

"…" Hotaru was silent. "You should have forgotten that by now."

Mikan smiled softly. "How could I forget something that proves that my best friend isn't as cold as everyone says?"

"…"

"…well, I guess I shouldn't have let you know that I heard. But if you don't stop with the blackmailing, I will tell your parents about it. If for no other reason than to prove to them that you love at least them more than you do money." And with that, she hung up. Sighing, she brushed the snow off a bench and sat down. Her best friend may have a hidden soft side, but it was very, very, deep inside. Leaning her head back, Mikan slowly began to drift into sleep, lulled by the falling snowflakes and the twinkling stars.

"Oi. Stupid." The voice wrenched her away from the pleasant sensation of drowsiness. "Oi! Why are you sleeping out here in the snow?"

Mikan sat up to look properly at the owner of the voice, expecting to be able to glare and shoo him off, but instead came face to face with the most attractive young man she had ever encountered and, she expected, ever would.

"Why does it matter to you?" she tried to say sounding annoyed, but half choked on the words out of her surprise. In an effort not to sound as though she had thought anything along the lines of his being attractive, she continued, "It's not as though we've ever met, or ever will again, so why should I bother answering you?"

Annoyed, he began to walk away, muttering. Suddenly, however, Mikan felt as though she couldn't bear to let him walk away, so she stood and began to walk beside him.

"Sorry," she said, "I was just trying to get over an argument I had with a friend of mine. She's so…hard to explain. So, what's your name? And since I told you what I was doing out here, why don't you tell me what you were doing out here?"

He sighed. "My name is Natsume Hyuuga. And I came out here to get some fresh air and get away from my life. And, as that was a much less vague explanation than yours, I will thank you for not asking me to elaborate further. And your name?" He asked, seemingly much more polite than he is used to being.

"Mikan Sakura. And I'm sorry for not elaborating much… My friend is…I guess you could say greedy, and it's worrying me, but my worry isn't anywhere near comparable to that of her parents. I'm trying to get her to at least try to let her parents that at least they matter more to her than money does. Now that I've elaborated, I could ask you to elaborate on your own explanation, but… I feel as though that is none of my business."

He looked at her, shocked. She looked back him when she realized that he had stopped. "Is something wrong?" She asked.

He shook his head. "No." He said, "So how old are you?"

"Sixteen. I'm in eleventh grade at Alice High School. What about you?"

"I'm almost seventeen, and…am also in eleventh grade at Alice."

"Seriously?" Mikan squealed. "How have I never seen you before?"

He smirked. "Is that supposed to mean something? Does my appearance stand out or something?"

Blushing, Mikan struggled for some way to avoid having to admit that she found him attractive. "I… It's just that…. I was sure that…that I would have had at least one class with you…or at least have seen you in the hallways or something." She blushed even harder.

He smiled. "Seems as though-" his words abruptly stopped as he broke out into a coughing fit.

"Natsume?" Mikan asked concernedly. "Natsume!" She knelt beside him in the snow and put her hand on his back as he began to cough up blood.

"Natsume!" She called once again, her voice going up an octave.

Suddenly he stopped coughing and wrapped his arms around Mikan before passing out.

"Natsume…" She said once more as he collapsed with his head on her shoulder.

-Natsume-

Sneaking out was the only way for him to escape the pitiful glances, the constant reminders.

Natsume walked briskly along the snow covered path, trying to get as far away as he could before they realized he was gone. He heard a voice and steps coming toward him and jumped behind a tree, holding his breath to help avoid dissolving into a coughing fit and getting caught.

"…well, I guess I shouldn't have let you know that I heard. But if you don't stop with the blackmailing, I will tell your parents about it. If for no other reason than to prove to them that you love at least them more than you do money." The young woman's voice said before he heard a phone snapping shut. He was surprised, despite himself. He hadn't heard any voices besides those that he feared hearing at the moment for so long that he couldn't help being startled at the sound of a voice that sounded so…not unworried, rather unpitiful. To add to his relief at the unfamiliar voice was confusion, as the voice was, somehow, familiar.

He heard her sighing and scraping snow off a nearby bench before sitting down on it. Peering around the tree, Natsume made sure that she wasn't paying attention before he walked out silently and stared in amazement when he recognized her.

'Don't forget me, okay? Even if I forget you, which I probably will, so please forgive me beforehand, don't forget me. If you're ever alone, even if I can't remember you, I will help you.'

He remembered those words as he stared at her through softened eyes. So beautiful, he thought. Feeling cold, tiny, wet snowflakes on his neck, he suddenly woke her up.

"Oi. Stupid." She didn't respond much, though she did lose her peaceful expression to a more annoyed one. "Oi! Why are you sleeping out here in the snow?"

She looked up at him and the anger on her face faltered. "Why does it matter to you?" She asked, her voice half filled with surprise. "It's not as though we've ever met, or ever will again, so why should I bother answering you?"

Natsume's heart fell. She didn't remember him. She had warned him that it could happen, and it had been a long time, but he had still hoped that she might have remembered him at least a tiny bit. Not wanting her to notice the pain in his eyes, he abruptly turned and began to walk away, away from one more person than he had been fleeing than he had been earlier that evening. "I was just worried that you might get sick from sleeping out in the cold." He muttered.

Suddenly she came running up to him, walking by his side. "Sorry," she said, "I was just trying to get over an argument I had with a friend of mine. She's so…hard to explain. So, what's your name? And since I told you what I was doing out here, why don't you tell me what you were doing out here?"

He tried to hide his gasping reaction and hoped it sounded like a sigh. "My name is Natsume Hyuuga. And I came out here to get some fresh air and get away from my life. And, as that was a much less vague explanation than yours, I will thank you for not asking me to elaborate further. And your name?" He was trying so hard not to let his eagerness to talk to her show in his voice that he was afraid that he might have sounded as though he was about to burst out with something rude.

His heart pounded in his chest as he realized that she was still just as kind hearted as she had been before. His face, on the other hand, had a very strange look upon it as he did his best to hide his emotions.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

He shook his head, trying to shake away his dazed state. "No." He said, "So how old are you?"

"Sixteen. I'm in eleventh grade at Alice High School. What about you?"

"I'm almost seventeen, and…" He paused "…am also in eleventh grade at Alice."

"Seriously?" Mikan squealed. "How have I never seen you before?"

He smirked. "Is that supposed to mean something? Does my appearance stand out or something?" He teased her.

Blushing, Mikan struggled to get her words out. "I… It's just that…. I was sure that…that I would have had at least one class with you…or at least have seen you in the hallways or something." She blushed even harder.

He smiled, hiding his own blush. "Seems as though-" his words abruptly stopped as he broke out into a coughing fit.

"Natsume?" Mikan asked. Then, as he began to cough up blood into the snow, she put a hand on his back and exclaimed, "Natsume!"

The blood rushing to his head from her tough did not help Natsume's cough.

"Natsume!" she cried.

Suddenly the coughing fit ended. In pain, Natsume put his arms around Mikan and buried his face in her neck before passing out.

"Natsume…" She said one more time, the last thing that he heard before losing consciousness.

Okay so there's chapter 1. Do you like it? Please review! The next chapters will be in a less repeat format; this one went better going by Mikan's thoughts then Natsume's thoughts, but the rest will go with either both of them, or one of them with no repeats. It's way too troublesome getting it into this format... I'll try to get as many chapters posted before I go to camp next week! and, if possible, I'll try to make up for the days I miss while at camp and while on vacation soon after!