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HYUUGA CHRONICLES:
THE STORY BEHIND HIS CONFESSION
Chronicle One: That Night
By: xll KUROI TSUBASA llx
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DISCLAIMER: Gakuen Alice does not belong to me. Need I say more?
NOTE: This disclaimer applies for all the other chapters of my story since I find it senseless to reiterate the same thing in every chapter of my story.
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IMPORTANT NOTES:
"This is a dialogue."
'This, on the other hand, is a thought.'
Blocks of italicized text are flashbacks.
Sudden shifts from italic to normal or normal to italic indicate emphasis.
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It has been said that human beings have two main methods of facing an unfavorable situation. They either try to escape the problem and evade it until all their other options are exhausted or acknowledge the situation instantly and confront it with all the courage that they can summon.
Natsume Hyuuga has always been known to be the type of person who would choose the latter of the two. Hesitance and cowardice have never been an option for him for he was aware that they would do nothing to appease the situation and would only be hindrances for his success. And if worse comes to worst, a single moment of indecisiveness could cause him to lose something dear to him. That was what all of those years of rigorous training and missions have taught him.
However, those nine years of forced training and missions could not help Natsume Hyuuga in his current predicament for gone was the boy who immediately acted upon his instinct. Right now that boy was replaced by a hesitant 17-year-old who could do nothing else but stare indecisively at the brunette in front of him and mutter curses under his breath.
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"Hotaru, I want more." Mikan Sakura slurred as she tottered towards her best friend.
"That's enough. You're already drunk."
"Aw… You're no fun. I'm completely sober. See?" the brunette said as she made an effort to stand erect but miserably failed and collapsed on the raven-haired teenager instead.
In turn, the aforementioned teenager could only sigh before dragging the now-giggling brunette towards the only other person who was still completely sober apart from her. Then, without warning, she pushed the girl onto the said guy.
"What the!" the guy exclaimed in surprise as the drunk woman landed on his standing. His gaze lingered on the said woman for a while before he turned towards the other person who was with them.
"Bring her to her room." Hotaru said emotionlessly, unfazed by the intense glare that was sent to her.
"Why the hell should follow you?"
"Listen Hyuuga, I am having a migraine right now so if you know what's good for you, just follow my orders and take the idiot to her room." Hotaru deadpanned before tossing him something.
"Those are the keys to her room." She explained after the raven-haired male caught them agilely. Then, she turned her back on him, expecting that he'd follow her orders without a single complaint. But she should have known better for Natsume Hyuuga wasn't a pushover. He immediately relinquished his hold on the brunette and left her on the chair that he previously sat in order to follow the stoic woman.
"I am not your servant so don't order me around."
Hotaru halted on her steps but did not turn around.
"I told you Hyuuga, I am not in the mood for this."
"Tch. You're her best friend so you take her back to her room. That idiot is not my responsibility."
Finally, raven haired female turned to face him with an irritated expression.
"Look Hyuuga, I'm already tired. I have other idiots to take care of so stop being such an ass and bring Mikan back to her room." she said while motioning towards a bunch of drunk teenagers who were either dozing off or creating a commotion with their incoherent ramblings.
"That's the point, Imai. What difference does one additional idiot make anyway?"
The former irritated expression turned into a glare as her temper rose by several notches.
"Your room is practically a mere meter away from hers so quit being a stubborn ass and just follow what I said."
Upon hearing that, Natsume's temper had risen as well and he sent stared at the girl with an equally fiery look.
"Why you…" he growled as he clenched his fists in an effort to dissolve some of his pent-up rage.
"If you don't want to follow me, then don't. Just leave the idiot out here to freeze but rest assured that if you do, you'll find pictures of yourself dressed in a frilly gown scattered around the campus first thing tomorrow morning." Hotaru said with an air of finality before giving him a final glare and going over to the rest of their classmates.
Natsume could only stand there and glower at her while cursing himself for giving in to the woman's blackmail and for accepting the damned role that the gay Narumi had given him on their previous class play.
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Now back to the present.
The 17-year-old pyromaniac continued to stand there, still unable to decide on his next step when someone suddenly clung to him for support. He almost lost his footing because of the sudden distraction but fortunately, before he and the added weight that was now clinging to him could plummet to the ground, he was able to regain his balance. When he did, he immediately turned to the owner of the arms that encircled him and glared at the said person in full force.
"Ooh. You're scary." the recipient of the glare said with a lopsided grin before bursting into a fit of light laughter. There wasn't even the slight trace of fear nor anxiety from the teenager, a sign that he was already too drunk to feel any kind of intimidation.
Upon recognizing the person who had clung to him, Natsume lessened the intensity of the glare before growling a "What do you want?"
"Oh nothin'. I just saw you starin' at Mikan over there. Thinking of naughty thoughts, Natsu-chan?"
At that, Natsume's temper flared once again and he abruptly removed the arms of his taunter.
"Shut up, Yome." He said coldly as the mind reader fell on the ground with a thud. Then he walked towards the brunette, carried her bridal style and stalked off towards the high school dormitory.
As his friend walked away, Koko still had that lopsided grin plastered on his face despite his struggle to sit up properly.
"Little Natsu-chan's finally grown a backbone."
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As he walked in the dormitory's hallways, Natsume kept cursing his classmates. After that stunt that Koko pulled, he was now more annoyed than ever at those moronic people who were supposed to be his friends. His so-called friends were the ones who pushed themselves towards him so he expected that they would at least treat him with the respect that he deserves. But much to his misfortune, the opposite had happened. The events that happened tonight were enough proof of this.
"Damn those idiots." he muttered under his breath as he thought of various ways of torturing his classmates when all of a sudden, the sleeping brunette in his arms suddenly stirred, causing him to halt in his steps.
"Ho-Hotaru?" she uttered with still-slurred speech while lifting her eyelids, revealing glazed amber orbs. Natsume merely rolled his eyes at the woman's ignorance and paid no other heed to her as he continued walking through the hallway.
"I never knew that your chest was flat."
When those words came out of the brunette's mouth, Natsume came to an abrupt stop and his eyes widened considerably before bursting in carefree laughter, his murderous thoughts temporarily forgotten.
"Natsume? Where's the alcohol and everybody else?" Mikan asked when she finally recognized the person who was carrying her.
At that, Natsume stopped laughing and let out a snort before saying "Everybody is already asleep. You should be as well, little girl. Besides, you've drunk more than enough for today." and continuing his trek towards her room while the girl in his arms protested even in her drunken state.
However, they didn't get far when the brunette stopped her ridiculous protests and turned pale green all of a sudden, indicating that something terrible was going to happen. Sensing this, Natsume's crimson orbs widened yet again.
"Don't you dare."
But his warning came too late for the contents of the girls stomach had already come hurling at him and drenched his whole torso even before the last word had completely rolled off his tongue.
"Dammit woman! You ruined my shirt!" he spat angrily, willing the girl to apologize but the brunette only uttered a muffled "I'm dizzy" before returning to her state of unconsciousness once more. Because of this, Natsume had to let out a string of expletives and tried his best to control himself for he was really tempted to throw her out the nearest window.
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When the two finally arrived in Mikan's room, Natsume immediately brought the sleeping brunette into the comfort room and deposited her on a chair in the corner of the room. Then, he went out and came back with a pair of pajamas which he temporarily left on one of the cupboards.
"Hey, wake up." he said albeit a bit impatiently while lightly slapping the cheek of the sleeping female who in turn responded with a slight and barely noticeable movement. The raven haired lad continued doing this for a couple of times, hoping to wake the brunette but to his chagrin, the woman didn't even come close to lifting her eyelids. Thoroughly annoyed at the downright indifference of the woman, Natsume scooped her up and dropped her in the bath tub. He was about to turn the knobs of the tub when he suddenly realized the possible consequences of his would-be actions. Although he would surely succeed on waking the stubborn woman, he would also have to deal with her bat-like shrieks which would definitely leave him with a migraine and deaf ears. Then, it was also a guarantee that people will hear her screaming her head off and come rushing to her room at an instant, causing commotion that he absolutely abhorred. Moreover, if he was unlucky enough, the commotion that will ensue in the room would attract the attention of several school administrators who would gladly give them punishment that undeniably does not deserve. After finally realizing that, his concern for his self-preservation outweighed his urge to irritate the brunette who had been nothing but a pain in the ass. And so, he grudgingly proceeded back to the bedroom with the brunette and her clothes in his arms.
When they entered the bedroom, Natsume immediately put Mikan down on her bed. Then reluctantly, he bent down and gently removed her shirt while fighting the blush that was starting to form on his face.
"Damn that Imai. I could have sworn that she planned all of this." he cursed under his breath as he attempted to remove the woman's clothes as quickly as possible.
When the brunette was finally down to her undergarments, the pyromaniac couldn't help but scrutinize her figure. But who could blame him? He was a male teenager and like all male teenagers, he had the need to satisfy his raging hormones. Nevertheless, he was able to quickly snap out of his perverted trance and even had the decency to redden (even more) and chastise himself for 'looking at the flat-chested little girl'. Then, while trying his best not to look at the close-to-naked woman on the bed, he dressed her in her button-clad pajamas.
When all of that was done, the exhausted boy gave out a sigh and wiped his sweating forehead. Then, he sat on the edge on Mikan's bed and stared softly at the teenager's sleeping form. The brunette, on the other hand, merely stirred a little and murmured in her sleep as Natsume stared at her.
"Idiot." Natsume murmured before a small smile grazed his features. Then, he leaned a little towards her and brushed a few tassels of stray hair from her face. They stayed like that for a while when Natsume finally decided that it was already too late. He began to stand up and tread back to his room when Mikan surprised him and pulled him forcefully towards her causing him to fall on top of her, his own limbs entangled with hers
The alarmed lad instantly checked if the girl beside him had woken up. Fortunately, the brunette was such a heavy sleeper that she didn't even bat an eyelash. She just continued with her incoherent sleep talking. After heaving a sigh of relief at the girl's obliviousness, he carefully detached himself from her. However, just when he was about to finish his task, the girl suddenly encased him in a tight hug.
"Damn it. Let go." he cursed while trying to pry himself from Mikan's hold. However, this only led to the tightening of the hug so he decided to remain immobile for a while and leave the room when the girl's embrace had already loosened. And so, he simply lay there, listening to the woman's silent murmurs and trying to ignore the stench coming from his shirt, while he waited for his chance to leave.
After a few minutes, the woman's hold around him had loosed at last. Taking this as his chance to escape, he carefully removed the arms that had encased him and silently stood up, thankful that he could finally get some needed shut eye. But before he could exit the room, he heard something that would definitely deprive him of sleep for many nights.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I know that I said that this was going to be a one-shot and it was really supposed to be but during the process of writing this fic, I've made it too long. In fact, I'm not yet done. Aside from the massive amount of editing that I still have to do, I also got stuck in a certain part. But no worries; I'll try to finish this story before I go back to Manila. If not, I'll be sure to complete this when I get there.
So now, I've estimated that this story might be done in either three or four installments. I'm done writing the second part but it's still not polished. Just be patient in waiting for the update. It'll be out within this week.
By the way, I would really appreciate it if you guys would review. I feel a bit upset that a lot read this story but only a handful review but if you really don't want to, then it's fine. After all, I'm not much of a reviewer either.
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