As promised, this is my adaption of Bisco Hatori's 'A Thousand Years of Snow'. but unlike the other G.A. stories, he doesnt calll her Polka coz i dun wan him to see her undies...okok? well...i hope you like it but i will only update this next when i finish 'Carved in Ice, Carved in Time' ok? keep reading and see what happens to Mikan and Natsume's future...bb! and dun forget to REVIEW!!!

I trudged through the hospital to my room. I sat on the bed, trying my hardest to stifle the tears that were streaming down my face. The news that I received shook me through and through. My uncle, guardian and stand-in scion of the Sakura family, had died of a sudden attack. No one knew how he died. They said it was blood disorder. But I knew, somehow, something darker was at work here. Something…sinister and I was part of it…

The moon outside was strange. It was casting a red glow. A red moon. Few people ever saw it. Some went their whole lives without seeing one. At least I saw it now or else…never. But something else caught my eye. A figure on the roof a Japanese bank. It was lean and wiry. A teenage boy, no older than I was. I couldn't see his face. But his actions shocked the living daylight out of me.

He jumped off the building and…

…disappeared…

I swore I was losing my mind.

Chapter 1: Mikan

I was diagnosed with a heart disorder at the age of two. According to the doctors, it was always in me, dormant. It set its first attack for that tender age. I remember how it went down…perfectly…as if it was happening now.

Flashback: 14 years ago…

Mother had just picked me up from the nursery along with Dad. Uncle Harada sat with me in the back seat, asking me about my day. Then, a sharp pang hurt me in my chest. "Mommy," I sobbed, "it hurts!"

It was like my mother knew about my condition. Her distraction led her to a bridge…where it would all end. She swerved and turned, trying to bring the car back to stable conditions…but it was impossible. The last thing I heard from her voice was a scream. After years of listening to the same scream, I finally deciphered what she said. "Harada! Get Mikan out! Now! Hurry!"

My uncle grabbed me and jumped out of the door, earning himself a few bloody cuts a gash across his arm that would forever remind me of the sacrifice my parents made and the rescue my uncle pulled off to save my life. I always cried when I recalled that memory.

Then, the doctor diagnosed the pain in my chest as heart failure. It was predicted that would never live to see fifteen. But here I was, sixteen. Almost dying. But, that memory…it was also…guilt-ridden. Every time I see my mother's face, I think, "I don't deserve to live." My uncle says it's absurd. I say it's the truth.

I have blood on my hands. I'm a murderer.

End of Flashback

The wind swept pass my face as I watched the stars from above. Beside me, was the boy that had jumped off from the roof. He was still asleep. I smiled at his innocent face. I wondered what colour eyes he had. His jet-black hair fell in bangs over his eyelids. Peace. I wondered what it was like.

"Who are you?" I heard. I merely closed my eyes and smiled a little. He was awake.

"So you're awake," I whispered.

I heard him rise and I did too. I opened my eyes and what I saw shocked me. Beautiful scarlet irises mixed with mauve and a thousand different shades of the same colour, blending into a single pair of eyes, mesmerising, spellbinding.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"Sakura, Sakura Mikan," I whispered, still lost in his paradoxical eyes. "You?"

"Tch," he growled. "I don't have to tell a vile human like you anything. Where's that Ruka?"

As if on cue, a shadow crept up and formed itself into another man. I was stunned. Who were these boys? The one he called Ruka was a typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy. But they had something in common. They both had pale skin, far paler than paper, as if they had never seen the sun. "Finally! You'd think you wanted me to die!" the red-eyes boy exclaimed. I saw the blonde had a huge container of food in his hand. My curiosity was answered when the red-eyed one attacked the container,

"What's your name?" I asked the red-eyed one. When he didn't respond, his friend did.

"His name's Hyuuga, Natsume Hyuuga."

"Nice to meet you," I said cheerfully.

"Tch."

He rose and tossed his mane of jet black and began to walk towards the roof's edge. "Let's go, Ruka."

"Wait! Don't tell me you're going to jump!"

Ruka did. And he was going to follow. He turned to me first. "A devilishly handsome guy with pale, pale skin," he said. "Haven't you seen a vampire before, little girl?"