This is my seventh story called I Never Left You! This is going to be a long story and I hope you will follow and enjoy. Anyways, here's chapter 1!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. I'm not that smart to write a masterpiece like that. :P

I Never Left You

By Pursuit of Love

''The precious things you take for granted might one day disappear.''

Chapter 1

Will the Snow Really Melt?

''Doctor! We're losing the patient!''

Everyone panicked. The nurses and doctors were running back out of the operation room only to be running back in with more medical tools for the operation. The patient got shot. The bullet was an inch away from her heart. The doctors were glad that it didn't hit her main organ, but it didn't make the situation any better. She was bleeding non-stop. The surgeons were trying their best, but they knew this was not going to end in a happily ever after.

Beep

The nurses, doctors, and the surgeons froze. One even accidently dropped their cutting-knife and sliced his arm. The doctor glanced at the clock. 9:08 P.M. 9:08 P.M. was the time Sakura Mikan died.

The patient's dearest friends were crying when the doctor, Imai Subaru, told them. Heart-wrenching cries were echoing through the hallway. Everyone had sore pink eyes and flushed facades. Even the patient's cold-hearted best friend could not hold back tears. They prayed that this was only just a dream. That soon, they would all awake from this horrible nightmare. But it was not going to. No matter how much they tried. It was reality. A reality they did not wish to come true.

A boy with crimson eyes and messy raven hair punched the wall. His knuckles were bleeding, but he didn't mind. He wished he was the one that got shot by the bullet. He wished at the time when the bullet was coming towards him, she would not have protected him. In his perspective, he was the one who should have died. Not her.

That girl who died at exactly 9:08 pm was precious to him and everyone that knew her. She was looking for the solution in every problem and never gave up, even in the darkest hour. She looked for the good in even the worst of people. She easily got over things and moved on. She forgave anyone for anything since she was that sympathetic. She cheered everyone up with the corniest jokes that were not even considered as jokes since they were that bad, but no one seemed to mind. She smiled like the whole world was filled with only joy and happiness, but truly it was not. She was the light to everyone's darkness especially to the boy with the crimson irises. When the news came that she died, the light soon disappeared.

''Sakura Mikan was a baka,'' Hotaru said at the podium while wearing a black flowing dress with a black rose in her nearly shoulder length, jet black hair,'' but despite that, she was a wonderful and caring person. She was a fat ball of sunshine that everyone looked upon at. She was stubborn. She never gave up regardless of the likely chance she would have not succeed. She was…she is my best friend and always will be.''

Imai Hotaru walked from the pedestal and gaited over to her best friend. Sakura Mikan was lying peacefully in an adorned wooden casket with a beautiful and graceful smile on her face. She was holding a single delicate white rose in her grasp. A small tear fell on her best friend's cheek. Hotaru's fingers wiped away the tear. She afterwards gave out a rare minuscular smile that Mikan always loved to see.

''Take care, Mikan. Don't piss off the angels in heaven. I love you,'' she whispered to her before heading back to her seat.

Soon the 12 year old Sakura Mikan was buried next to her dad, Yukihira Izumi, and her mom, Yukihira Yuka.

~ 2 years later ~

''Good morning class!'' the blond Narumi-sensei exclaimed while wearing a dark plum purple tank top and a pink short skirt that reached mid-thigh.

The class glared at their gay teacher. They were all thinking, ''How disgusting.'' One of the 8th grade students even vomited once he saw the outfit his teacher was wearing. Yes, Narumi-sensei became the 8th grade teacher for Class B. The class was noiseless and it hinted Narumi to keep going.

''Don't you like my outfit?''

''NO!'' retorted the class.

Narumi-sensei pouted and bawled out fake tears.

''Mikan-chan would have liked it,'' he whispered, but audible enough since the class heard it.

''No, she would have not,'' Natsume mumbled.

''Anyway,'' Narumi-sensei placed back a cheerful smile. ''I have a fun assignment. I want everyone to write a letter to anyone special to them and give them the letter! It's due tomorrow. Show me the letter before you give it to your special person.''

The class groaned.

''I'll also be doing this activity. I'm giving mine to Mikan-chan!'' Narumi revealed with a happy, yet sad smile. By her simple name, the class froze. ''Tomorrow is the second year anniversary of Mikan-chan's death, so I thought this would be my gift to her.''

''Sick bastard,'' Natsume swore.

He looked out the classroom window and saw the now bare-since its winter-Sakura Tree. Suddenly, the sapling had lovely cherry blossoms again. It was spring once more. A familiar figure appeared. It was Natsume. He was lying on the tree's bark with his eyes closed enjoying the peacefulness. Soon, another familiar figured appeared and interrupted the tranquility.

''Good afternoon, Natsume!'' a girly voice greeted with her remarkably bright smile.

''It was a good afternoon before you came here.''

''You meanie! Why aren't you nice to me?'' the loud girl whined.

''Because you're an annoying, obnoxious idiot.''

''You're so cruel!''

The once sunny and joyous girl was now dispersing tears. Natsume stood up and placed his palm on her red and teary face. He wiped away her tears with his thumb.

''I'm sorry…I didn't mean to go that far.''

She shifted her amber orbs to his crimson ones and smiled supremely.

''It's okay! I forgive you!''

Soon the two figures disappeared. The Sakura Tree turned back into a nude tree and spring reverted back to winter. It was all just a flashback.

''Well now everyone, please start your essay!'' Narumi shouted with glee. Natsume stood up from his seat and began walking out the door.

''Where do you think you're going?'' the teacher questioned with his hand on his hips.

''What does it look like I'm doing? I'm ditching class,'' the raven haired bloke coldly said then exited out the door with his hands in his pocket.

The lad didn't even have a destination in mind, but somehow, his feet led him here. The Sakura Tree. He quietly sighed before sitting down and resting his head against the tree's coarse bark. It was peacefully snowing. The scarlet eyed chap didn't have a problem with the cold since his fire alice warmed him up, but he couldn't help feel so cold and lonely inside. He shut his eyelids and another flashback played in his mind.

''Don't you just love winter!'' Mikan squealed.

''No.''

She ignored his hateful comment. ''Winter makes me so happy!''

''Tch, idiot.''

The brunette stuck her tongue out before continuing.''Ne ne, here's a question for you! When the snow melts, what does it become?''

''Water, dummy.''

The brunette makes a beeping sound. ''Incorrect.''

''Then what does it become?'' he asked with his eyebrows raised.

''It becomes spring silly! No matter how much snow there is, it's all going to melt away. The coldness will eventually fade and then the warm sun will appear!''

Natsume's eyes fly open. His ears were deceiving him for he had thought he heard that person's laugh. He sighs and looks up in the blurry, snowy sky. He stretches his right hand out and feels the falling snow on his palm. Natsume watches as it quickly dissolves into water. In less than a minute, the snow is coming down harder. The lad looks up again in the dark gloomy sky. There's no sun. No sign of any light.

Will the snow really melt? Natsume thought. Will the sun eventually appear?

A.N. (9/24/11): For now on, I'm going to put quotes that I made up in this story and most of my other ones. I hope you like them!