Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice, Never did, never will.
Story: Afterlife
A/N: well, this is my second fic, I know that I haven't gone far with the blazing daggers of love yet, but something tells me, I ought to try and make another one… well, hope you'll enjoy it…coming up…prologue
Prologue
The roads were soft; the breeze was fair as played his hands along the semi-solid, semi-liquid thing he was laying at. Searching, for that soft, gentle skin that caressed him all the way through his long and tiring battle, the hand that pursued him to fight for what was right and to vanish what was wrong. That very same hand that battled with him side-by-side-by-side was now nowhere to be found. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw endless bars of light shimmering the amount of dust that lingered around the place.
The place was bare, filled with blinding lights that prevented him to see. Slowly and with so much effort, as if carrying a ton of broken glass, he gently raised his hand to cast a shadow towards his eyes, and there he was cloths once torn, drifted, and shattered with blood now laid above his skin not shattered, clean, filled with emerald and gold bearing. Tenderly, as if caring not to break his newly refurbished shirt, he gently took it off to allow air to simmer towards his hot flaming body. His eyes were wandering around his left chest, just right above the left aorta of his heart where a deep, clean cut is used to be found, and now, eyeing his body as if it was never his. He searched for his bruises and cuts, and the blood that flowed freely out of its path, through his skin and dripping to the cold, hard ground. Slowly, oh ever so slowly draining the life out of him. But he found nothing, not a single bruise, not a single cut, not a single drop of red blood was seen. He was clean, properly dressed and perfectly healthy. He stood up and flayed his eyes severely around the place criticizing every end of it, and found himself standing on a sea of clouds. Carefully raising a leg after the other, he walked over the unending light that made it difficult to see, blinding him at his every gaze. Lips gently shaking as reality ruefully struck him "Mikan, Mikan! Where are you?"
He shouted as the place slowly echoed his voice. When he found no reply, he carelessly ran around the place. Searching, longing to be in the arms of the one he loved, tripping among some clumps of clouds he shouted "Mikan!" his shout was the shout of a full-throated man, voice so deep as if it was shouted at the very depth of the ocean.
He fell down, the weight of his body was doubled up by his slow, so slow pounding of his heavy heart. "Could it be!?" he said as his cool voice turned into a deep and sorrowful tone… And there he was, the famous Natsume Hyuuga, dumfounded with grief, longing, and regret
He regretted everythinghe has done, he has said, he has lacked nut most importantly he regretted the things that he DID NOT do and DID NOT say, especially to the one's he love… Ruka, his ever trustful friend, Youichi, the miniature version of himself, Hotaru, the ever-famous ice queen that always gets the best of him, and of course the light of his life "Mikan…" and there it went endless flowing tears flowed down the flame-caster's face. It was then, at the middle of his deep thought when he remembered something—the End of it all…or rather in his image the Beginning of the End…
A/N:
Well, so how was it? I hope you guys liked it… let me know what's in your mind by clicking the small go box, located at the end of this page, that will probably lead you to submit a…review?
Well, I know it is somewhat short and has a little bit of dialogue in it, but I'll make the next chapter longer…
Well, thanks for reading
R&R
blackcolder