Okay, here we go! This might just be my first GA fic that has chapters!
I'm glad that you've supported Moment of Wisdom, Words to be Said, and Written in Words, although
I was only planning on chaptering MOW and WTBS, since in WIW, they already confessed. I find it more
interesting when Natsume and Mikan are going deep into their hearts... finding a secret feeling...that kind of stuff.
When they are like together already, it gets mushy and I find it hard to capture my interest.
It's almost getting to ten reviews! About 4 or 3 more! And then I'll PROBABLY continue it.
Anyways, here's my first GA chapter story!
Enjoy... or be in a WORLD of pain...
annieHGnguyen, please read!
I dedicate this to anyone , who will hopefully find love ...
I didn't but i want YOU ALL TO BE HAPPY ! (:
"Alright, class, listen up!"
Everyone's ears perked up once Narumi started to raise his voice over theirs. The class soon simmered down.
"I have a new assignment for you!" Narumi grinned.
"Isn't that what he said when we came into class?" Kitsuneme muttered to his non-related twin.
Kokoroyomi snickered.
Narumi frowned at the two, but shook it off. "Okay, I want you all to write a story. Any story. It could be a biography, or autobiography, or fanfiction, or Sci-Fi, or tragedy, or humorous, or fantasy, or have sexu-" He quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, in shock of what he almost said.
The students nearly laughed out loud.
"Really? We could have sexual content?" Mochiage, a nearly bald boy asked, his eyes shining.
"No," Narumi said, frowning, "I meant have 'non'-sexual related activities."
Mochu slumped back in his seat, as whispers started going around.
"Mochu, you're such a pervert!" Anna and Nonoko giggled.
"Well, going on," Narumi said afterwards, "Your stories need to be at least 700-1000 words, and at least 5-10 pages long."
"What, are you joking?" some student shouted.
"We're still in elementary you know!" said another. "Aren't we supposed to do that in middle school?"
Narumi smiled, "Let's just say its a little boost in your knowledge," he said. "Well, its due a month from now, on May, 2nd, and I'll be expecting those handed in neartly, and stacked together, with your names on them. Since I have no more to say, I'm off! I leave them to you, Fukutan-sensei!" Narumi grinned, a waved before he left through the door, a wailing substitute clinging onto his legs.
Once the teachers left the classroom, everyone dialed up again and soon, it was once again noisy. Some were talking excitedly about the writing project, while others, mainly boys, thought it was a bore. Anna, Nonoko, and Iinchou gathered around Mikan and Hotaru's side, all talking at once about the project, eyes glimmering.
"So, what are you going to write, Anna-chan?" Nonoko asked her pink haired friend.
"I don't know! I still have to think!" she said, still deep in thought.
"I think I'll write a biography," Iinchou said, "I'll write them about one of you, although this is the hard part, because I don't know who to choose!"
Nonoko and Anna giggled. "Ne, Hotaru-chan, what are you going to write about?" she asked the ravened haired girl, who was paying no attention whatsoever.
Hotaru simply ignored them, fixated on her new invention, which resembled a pen, a chocolate chip, and a snake.
"Hotaru-chan?" Iinchou said.
"Don't bother me," she said quietly, "Unless you want a full blow in the face."
The three smiled sheepishly. Then, they looked at Mikan, who was apparently already writing her story. At least, that's what they thought. "Mikan-chan, what are you doing?" Nonoko asked.
Mikan was also ignoring them, which was really rare. All she was doing was writing on a piece of... no, no... three pieces of paper.
"They're back and front!" Anna cried out in disbelief as she saw the completed papers.
"Mikan-chan, what are you writing?" Iinchou asked, completely bewildered.
There was no reply.
"Mikan-chan."
"Mikan-chan!"
"MIKAN-CHAN!"
"Whoa, what, where?" Mikan was startled as she noticed her three friends surrounding her. "Anna-chan, Nonoko-chan, Iinchou, what are you guys doing?" she asked.
"We should ask you that," Anna said as she gestured towards her desk.
"What's gotten you so into whatever you're writing?" Iinchou asked.
"More importantly, what ARE you writing?" Nonoko added.
"Sorry, everyone," Mikan apologized, "I'm working on the writing report that Narumi-sensei told us to do."
"How did you get to three pages?" Koko asked, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
They weren't at all surprised, seeing as they all shared the same homeroom. "I kind of started before Narumi-sensei told us about it," Mikan confessed shyly. She sat down, and continued writing. "I felt like writing something, since I was really bored yesterday, and I decided that this would be my project!" she said without looking at them.
They all nodded in understanding. "So, what's the genre?" Iinchou asked.
Mikan looked at him, confused. "Genre?" she repeated.
"Yeah, like, what kind of story is it?"
"Er, I don't know," Mikan said, looking back at her story. "I think its... probably realistic fiction." She then looked at the person in front of her. "Hotaru, what are you going to write about?" she asked her friend, only to be hit in the face with a boxing glove that sprang out of Hotaru's desk. Mikan fell to the floor with a thud.
"Baka, I told people to not disturb me while I'm busy," Hotaru said, still programing her... thing. "Did I not make it clear?"
Mikan sat up, a big red circle on her nose. "Hotaru! You didn't have to be so mean about it!" she cried, rubbing her sore nose.
"It was your own fault."
Mikan pouted as Iinchou smiled and pulled out his hand, which she gladly took and he pulled her up.
"Natsume-kun! Natsume-kun! What are you going to write about?" Sumire asked eagerly.
Natsume was yet again slacking off. He was reading his manga as his feet made themselves comfortable on his wooden desk. Ruka was right next to him, constantly crumbling up paper and throwing it here and there, thinking of ideas.
Seeing as he wasn't going to answer, she turned to Ruka. "Ruka-kun, what are you going to-" She stopped as he gave her a frightening glare.
"Do you really want to ask me that?" he hissed, his eyes glowing red.
Sumire quickly backed away. "N-No..."
As Natsume turned the page on his manga, he looked at Ruka with raised eyebrows and smirked.
Mikan then turned around and looked at the boy behind her. "Ne, Natsume, what are you going to write about?" she asked.
"It's none of you're business."
Mikan frowned. "You and your cold attitude," she said, "One day, its going to cost you a lot of trouble." She then packed her bags, cleaned out her area, and left the classroom, eager to finish her story.
Hotaru slowly looked up as she saw Mikan walk out. What's with her today? She's not waiting around for me like usual. What is she writing anyway? Seeing as the class was emptying out, she too, packed her bags, and left, without cleaning her area, where the home of dusts and wires lay.
Natsume stared at the spot the brunette was sitting at. "You and your cold attitude, one day, its going to cost you a lot of trouble." What did she mean by that? So much for being easy to read.
Ruka looked at his friend as he stood up. "Natsume, let's go."
"Hn."
With that, they both left the classroom, messy and all.
Natsume walked out to the Sakura trees, manga in hand, hoping to get a well-earned nap. He did sit in that boring classroom and listen to his pathetic excuse of a teacher. It was tiring, nonetheless. He was surprised when he noticed someone sitting in his spot. "Oi, Polkadots, you're in my spot."
"Well, get another spot, I'm busy," Mikan replied, still writing. She had brought out her pencil bag, about 20 stacks of paper, and a clipboard.
Natsume's eyebrows raised. Did she just kick me out of my spot? He stepped closer to her. "You, move."
"You, find your own spot," Mikan mocked him, not looking up.
"How can I if you're in it?"
"Well, then get a new spot!" Mikan snapped. She was clearly in a bad mood, although he didn't know why.
"What's with you today?" Natsume questioned, glaring her down.
Mikan looked up. "Fine, here you can have your 'spot' back!" she hissed at him. "I'll find another one!" She took her pencil bag and stack of papers and stomped out of the clearing.
Natsume stared at her as she left. Someone's in a bad mood.
"Stupid Natsume," Mikan muttered as she opened the door to her room. "Stupid tree, stupid spot." She layed her stuff onto the desk near her bed and layed on her bed on her stomach. She was like that for a while until she started thrashing around. "STUPID WRITER'S BLOCK!" she shouted. She sighed. Then, she slowly lifted her head up to see the digital clock on her other side of her bedside table. "It's only 2:25... I'm going to take a nap..." She yawned, and soon her eyes drooped and closed, bringing her into a whole new world in her head.
The door creaked open as someone walked in. The person stared at Mikan sleeping peacefully on the bed, then at the door. Idiot didn't even lock her door.
Hotaru walked over to the bed and placed a blanket around her best friend's body. She then let out a little smile. She was weird today, so I was a bit worried. I guess she's fine. She then began to walk out until she noticed the stack of paper on Mika's desk. Curiosity took the best of her and Hotaru walked over towards the paper. She picked up the first piece of paper on top of the stack and read the title. "Love's...Definition?" she read, confused. She then looked over at Mikan, who then turned to the other side of the bed, leaving her back facing Hotaru. "What is she writing...?" She didn't want to read anymore, so she placed the piece of paper down and walked out the door.
A few hours later, Mikan awoke with a start. "I GOT IT!" she screamed suddenly. She looked at her clock, which read 4:56pm. Yes, I still got time! She ran over towards the chair near her desk so quickly that she was about to fall off. After positioning herself, she picked up the pencil, and began to write at rapid speed. Little did she know that someone was watching her through her window.
The boy smirked. Not only was he a pervert, but he was turning into a stalker, too? What has the world been up to? Polkadots, you're such a baka.
Natsume smiled as she watched her write in rapid speed. If only he knew what that writing was about... But he knew he was going to find out sooner or later.
Okay, how do you think that was? I thought it was okay... But I want your opinions! Because since I wrote it, mine doesn't count!
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I mean, the ending was kind of left blank. There must be questions going on in your head... Haha.
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