Summary [slip clip:
Once again she stared at the front page of the daily newspaper, a picture of Natsume Hyuuga heir to the grand Hyuuga Corporation, and his fiancé Tamayo Akiyama. She bit back a gasped sigh.
Oblivion
By: tangerine kisses
Disclaimer: I would never be able to own gakuen alice… too bad… …
Prologue :
She stood by the end of the table, the long brown antique placed centrally in the narrow room made especially for conferencing.
The left wall was made of glass, exhibiting colored desks, comfy chairs with mainframes designated to each worker. While as glass windows covered the right fraction of the walls, a clear view of the busy city could be seen from up the hundred floor building she was in.
The blue sky hovered beneath the hectic metropolis. It seemed deemed obvious for a downpour, but the frenzied people of the metropolis wouldn't spare a glance up where.
She stood by the middle end, her long auburn hair bellowing slightly with the wind; long gone were her pigtailed hair. Though her exhilarating brown eyes remained the same, her normally cheerful pools were blank and empty, voided by the glistening tears, threatening to spill out completely.
She wore a brown suit, carefully buttoned down by cotton buttons. Inside she tucked in a white spaghetti shirt, paired along with dark slacks, and black stilettos.
Once again she stared at the front page of the daily newspaper.
A picture of Natsume Hyuuga heir to the grand Hyuuga Corporation, and his fiancé Tamayo Akiyama celebrated international model and heiress to the well-known Akiyama Conglomerate.
Her striking green eyes were shaded by her long black hair, she was gorgeous up until down her pink stilettos. Her slim arms were entwined with his.
Speaking of his, he was still salient; his crimson pools and disheveled hair…
The years hadn't changed him one bit. She bit back a gasped sigh.
"Mikan?"
Her head rose from the stifling position it held, and stunning violet eyes met hers.
Their stood Hotaru, leaning back to glass doors, her black suit remarkably suited her.
"Mikan? Are you gonna stare at that piece of crap all day?"
She considered the daily newspapers crap; she always reasoned out that tabloids were lies woven in and out to alter the proper manifestation of a person.
She held out a sigh she never knew she was holding.
"iie, hotaru." She strained a smile on her tensed face.
"then I suggest we go back to work, after we take our lunch?"
"Yeah"
She forced herself to loosen up and relax. After releasing her second sigh, she took hold of the scattered papers, documents she was examining and stuffed them in her pink folder.
"Ikuyo Hotaru"
Her striking violet eyes trailed Mikan's strained body, she had been ridiculously working herself out, day till night, she often skipped her lunch if possible she skipped dinner too. Though she haven't seem to have had realized she was gradually loosing weight, ever since that damned tabloids announced Hyuuga's matrimonial celebration. She had to get through that damned head of hers, with a nod she turned her back and started to walk away.
She followed Hotaru's footsteps, her usual smile turned back in place. She closed the doors and silently left the corridors.
Leaving the wretched newspaper by the desk.
A Review wouldn't hurt would it? ……
Ja ,
Tangerine kisses