All this Suffering
By xAvenging Angelx

It's time

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"Brother, please?" a brunette coughed out blood. Her pale face was beaded in cold sweat as she lay in an uncomfortable position. Her left arm was twisted painfully behind her back with her right arm searching for a good place to rest on, without hurting the rest of her injured body. Her light brown hair was sprawled around her head and had splotches of blood. A pool of crimson blood was beside her as her brother knelt to aid her side. The clothes she was wearing couldn't even been seen for they were caked with the crimson substance.

"You think I'm going to let you stay here and get hurt?" a masked man in all black asked sarcastically. His lithe frame was visible through his dark clothing with his raven hair perfectly messed up. His lips were stained with black lipstick, same old Persona. He was kneeling down to examine the damage done to his sister. It wasn't very hard to pick out the critical injuries. He assumed that her rib cage was badly damaged and her left arm was fractured.

"Thank you…" Mikan gasped as she violently coughed off more blood. Her throat was dry from being dehydrated and all she taste was rust mixed with salt- blood's aftertaste.

"Hn," Persona looked away, not wanting to let his sister watch the crystal like tears run down his face. They streaked off of his cheeks, he never wanted to see his sister in this awful state, and it pained him too much. She was innocent, so why did kids always pick on her?

'Damn it! I can NEVER save her from being hurt!' he angrily thought to himself. He scooped up his sister and began to make his way to the hospital.

"Stupid bitch," Mikan mumbled as she fell into a state of unconsciousness. The blood ran down from her mouth to down her throat. Persona will make them pay; whoever did this to his beloved sister.

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"Class settle down!" a gay blonde man yelled. His usual amused violet eyes shone of worry and distress. It has been a long time since Narumi had been at this level of sadness. 13 years to be exact… The day his sempai left him. He still was never fully recovered from that, but he always masked it with his childlike behavior- so no one could see his pain. Or the regret he felt.

As the class halted to a quiet period, seeing their teacher's unusual solemn mood. The gay man in a bright pink suit announced, "Mikan Sakura is now going to study at America from this day forth, right after she recovers from her unconscious state…"

Everyone in the class looked upset except for the school bitch: Luna who just smirked. Anna and Nonoko fell into loud sobs of tears. Echoes of their noisy sobs rang in the whole classroom. Tears were shed, not only from the two girls who could pass off as sisters… Twins to be exact. They contrasted in a lot of ways, but their polar opposites were what made them alike with Nonoko's navy hair and Anna's cotton candy pink one. Everyone cried in silence as they thought of their cheerful lady who had brighten their day with a heart melting smile and a tinkering laugh, except for the slut of course. Even Surmire had come to terms with Mikan, after that faithful day… After Natsume broke her heart, it was Mikan who had found her and offered her comfort. After that week that she hung out with her, their friendship developed deeply.

'Mikan…' a girl with violet eyes and a boy with crimson eyes thought uneasily at the same time. The two most unemotional people of Class B have showed their emotion for the first time ever. It was all thanks to the nullifier, who had touched their lives along with everyone else that she met.

Hotaru stalked out of the class with her boyfriend, the bunny boy, trailing behind her as Natsume jumped out of the window. No sound filled the room, except the two sobbing ladies while the rest of them were filled with utter dismay/shock. Yes, class B is going to miss their cheerful Miss Mikan, more than she could ever imagine. They can't even thank her enough for all the kind and wondrous things she had done in the past and present.

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"No, Mikan, NO! You baka!" a once school renowned Ice Queen, but now a frail crying young lady wailed. Her fit was the loudest so far, surprisingly. All of her emotions had rushed out of her body as she started to whimper loudly. Her hands clutched on Mikan's pale slender fingers as if it was her life force.

The 13 year old with long shimmering hazel hair, fluttered her eyelids that held such long eyelashes as she spoke slowly as if it was hard for her to even breathe, "Hotaru… Smile… For me… When I'm gone… Promise me… You'll watch… Yourself… Ne?"

"Mikan! You baka!" Hotaru cried again as she griped her best friend's hand even tighter than before. Her friend couldn't leave just like that! It's IMPOSSIBLE! Mikan was like her sun in midst of a cloudy day. She was the first person that Hotaru could ever open up to and now she was leaving?! That was wrong… Deadly wrong.

"Hotaru, promise me one more thing?" Mikan's eyelashes brimmed with overflowing tears. She didn't want to see her best friend in this state. IT was unnerving because Hotaru was her rock, the stable one out of the two. She always came to Hotaru for help and her emotional problems, but Hotaru freaking out on her… She had no clue how to react, honestly.

"Hn," Hotaru said stoically, trying to keep her image, but crumpling apart with every passing moment.

"Don't tell Natsume… Don't tell him whatever you do… Promise me?" Mikan's petite body shook with uncontrolled sobs that she muffled out with hard and painful effort. No, she won't let Hotaru see her cry. She was always the crybaby, and she wanted to comfort Hotaru. She was sick of being taken care of and now this was her time to protect the man she loved and keep her friend from going psycho on her.

"Baka! He's the reason for all this!! Why shouldn't I tell him?!" Hotaru lost it as she screamed as her hands gripped on Mikan's fingers tighter. Mikan's fingers started to lose circulation as Mikan pasted on a gentle, but sorrowful smile upon her fair face.

"He doesn't know, nor NEEDS to know…" Mikan said patiently as she watched her best friend cry.

"Fine… But I'll kill her," Hotaru spoke with a murderous tone in her voice. Bitterly wiping away her tears, she stood up and promised Mikan that. It was the promise that she was going to keep- she couldn't let that bitch get away with it. Luna nearly took the life of Mikan's and she was going to pay… Dearly.

Mikan smiled as she dozed off.

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"Hotaru," a blonde said tenderly as he held onto his Ice Queen. His aqua blue eyes gazed down at the girl that was sobbing into his muscular chest. The two stayed like this in the lobby of the hospital. Hotaru had started to cry as soon as she left Mikan's room. She couldn't get over how close to death Mikan was. What shocked her the most was the fact that she was leaving for America! A-M-E-R-I-C-A! That was a whole continent away from her!

"Why?! Why does she need to leave for America?!" she asked, hyperventilating. Her eyes were bright red.

"It's for the best…" Ruka trailed off. His cerulean blue eyes showed that he wasn't sure of his words, but he said it nonetheless. He'd circle around the world for the chick in his embrace. No matter how much she blackmailed him or annoyed him when they were younger, it would never interfere with his love for her.

"All that flame caster's fault!" she grunted in return.

"Don't blame it on my best friend," Ruka spoke as he looked at his girlfriend in the eye, even though it was a halfhearted attempt. Everyone except the flame caster knew about Luna's bitchy cold front. Well he knew that, but he didn't know what she plotted and did to harm one and let's put it at "unique" student, but he knew that it was horrible. It was horrible to see Natsume after a mission, but seeing Mikan hurt? That was more than enough. Everyone cared for her; she was an angel… A person that no one wanted to see get hurt.

"Ruka…," Hotaru trailed off as she spoke again with a harsh tone, "You know it was his fault, so stop denying it!"

"Hotaru," the boy stared at his girlfriend as he kissed her passionately. Her mind ceased of her angry tirades and responded back to him. She placed her arms around his neck as Ruka's arms snaked around her waist and with one hand he stroked Hotaru's hair.

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"Polka Dots," the boy with raven locks greeted his friend. Well, technically speaking, he's greeting his old crush. The crush that he never seemed to get over. With each passing year, he fell more deeply in love with her, but he would never admit it out loud.

"Hello," Mikan struggled to smile. She lifted her upper body, so she could sit and talk to Natsume- She wanted to appear as normal as possible. She didn't want him to worry over her. She'd rather see him angry at her than to see him get upset over her. Though she found that very unlikely, she knew that he would never return her affections. Oh how wrong she was…

"Baka, you got yourself hurt, again," he spoke plainly, trying to mask his concern.

Mikan looked away so she didn't have to show him her pain. He came visited her just to call her an idiot? How typical of him… He didn't even tell her to get well soon or that he'll miss her. All he had to say was that she was an idiot. Well, why should be care over her? She pasted on a bitter smile as she collected herself.

"Leaving Japan, huh?" he straddled his chair as she turned to glance at him.

"Yeah…"

"Hn."

"Say, Natsume…"

"Hn?"

"You're happy right? I mean you got your sister back and all…"

"Is the unconsciousness affecting your brain?"

"Answer the question."

"I guess…"

"Okay, that's good… Now leave… I need my rest," Mikan shooed Natsume out of her hospital room with a little white lie. He shrugged his shoulder and walked away without a padding of his footsteps. She gazed as he got up and left the room she was occupying without making a fuss or noise. He is the Black Cat after all…

When he got his back turned, he regretted it. He hated having that feeling. The flutter in his stomach and how his throat got constricted. That damn pride always got into the way of him confessed to her and now she was going to America. Fuck that. He might never see him again and she didn't know of how he felt. All he got to say was nice going. That was a real smooth move, not telling her.

Meanwhile back in the room that he left, Mikan had shut her eyes, trying to fall asleep. She was put at ease after his visit. After his words, though it wasn't much, she felt more at rest.

'If only he knew,' Mikan thought sadly before she fell into her deep slumber.

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"Everyone, this is Mikan Sakura… She's going to a special star and in the dangerous ability," the teacher in America announced. She had medium blonde hair and a medium height. Her lapis blue dress shirt brought out her eyes and matched her chic black skirt. All in all, she was average looking. Most of the regular humans in the world would think of her as a normal person, but she had the Mind Control Alice. A very dangerous and rare Alice, therefore she wore simple jewelry that were Alice controllers. She bore three rings on her left hand, two rings on her right hand, and an earring in her right cartilage.

"Hello," Mikan looked at everyone with her beautiful hazel eyes narrowed down to slits… She's going to start out differently at this school. She'll be tough and stay to myself. It's too much of an effort to act cheerful and happy all the time for her.

"Sit next to Masao in the back row on the far left," the teacher spoke as Mikan grinned at the boy that she saw. They had known each other for a very long time. They practically grew up together until Masao had to transfer to America. Mikan had missed him dearly ever since then.

He had shaggy surfer raven black hair, which usually wouldn't look good on a typical Asian, looked extremely good on him. His bangs were cut on a slant; the longest covered his right ice blue eye. The two colored eyes gene ran in his family for many generations. Even if you see his family members with both eyes the same color, they had an ice blue or light brown eye under the color contact. He had a light coffee skin tone without any blemishes and was chased after many girls for his good looks. His left chocolate brown eye that was visible shone brightly when he caught a glimpse of the woman that was walking towards him.

"It's been long… Mikan," he whispered to her.

"I know…" she whispered back as they gave each other a high five. Boy, this is going to be good. Only, who is this Masao?

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Ending Notes:Hello everyone! This is the edited version of my other story, All This Pain. Like it said in the All This Pain author's note "So if you see an 'Avenging Angel' posting, it's me!" I just couldn't bare to delete my stories in the process of editing them, so I just made another account.

So this was my third ever fanfiction story, and review it please! I added a lot more details to this than the original version. Everything is accepted, even flames. An author is not a true author until she accepts true criticism. If you spot any grammar or spelling error, please let me know : )

So other than that, please REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, && REVIEW!