A/N: Hey! This is the redone version of To Not be Real named simply Real. For everyone who read the original: I hope that you like this! I think its tons better.

To those who are new: welcome and enjoy! ^^

Not Beta'd.

*Note: This does not mark the beginning of the weekly updates. I just wanted to go ahead and put up the first chapter. Weekly updates will start soon.

Disclaimer: I disclaim

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The air was cold, the ground damp with snow that was quickly falling.

Laying in the streets in one of the many alleys of Tokyo was a girl; her skin pale and tinged slightly blue with the cold. Long eyelashes were dusted with snow, framing eyes that were barley seeing. Tears were frozen on her cheeks, and her body temperature was so low that her breath created no fog at all.

Blood covered the ground around her coming from a deep gash in her right side.

Dressed in nothing but a once white hospital gown now stained brown from dirt and red with blood, she lay there; silent and unnoticed by the world around her.

Somewhere deep down inside, she had known that she would die like this... frozen and starved at the young age of fourteen only to be found when the smell of decaying flesh became too bad. There would be a huge commotion when she was found, the girl mused. And they would probably try to ID her body as well. Only they would never find out who she was, because according to the government she did not exist.

Her body hurt.

Her fingers and toes were numb, but she could still feel the fiery pain of the wound in her side and her limbs ached.

"Let me die already," she whispered softly to the sky. "I'm ready, so just end this."

Another tear slipped down her cheek, freezing before it could fall.

She was too cold to even shiver.

"What a mess," she hear a man murmur suddenly.

The girl didn't bother to look and see who was standing over her.

"I know," she croaked, barely heard at all by the mysterious someone.

She was barley maintaining consciousness when she was suddenly scooped up into a strong pair of arms and a wonderfully warm coat was draped over her thin body. Dull hazel eyes just barely made out blond hair and violet eyes.

"Who?" she whispered.

"Narumi Anjou," the man replied simply, running through the streets with her.

"Are you... here to kill me?"

She both heard and felt him chuckle.

"No. Quite the opposite."

Her eyelids began to flutter shut.

"No, no, don't fall asleep. You can't sleep. Tell me something. What's your name?"

She forced her eyes to remain open and she parted her lips to form two words that made Narumi's heart freeze in his chest.

"Mikan Azumi."

She couldn't make her eyes stay open any longer now. She was too cold and too tired.

'My side doesn't hurt anymore,' she mused.

In her peripheral vision she saw a pair of large, dark gates come into view.

"Sorry," she said, voice growing softer. "But I can't stay awake anymore."

"No! No, Mikan! Do not fall asleep! Guards! Get help now!"

"M... S'rry..."

"Stay awake!"

She slipped into oblivion just as dark gates opened.

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Mikan's entire body felt like it was made of lead as she slowly began to regain consciousness.

'Where... am I?'

Her tongue felt thick in her mouth and her entire side was numb.

Mikan tried to curl her fingers, but felt thick bandages restricting her movement. She tried to wiggle her toes. The same thing.

'What...?'

She forced her eyes open only to immediately shut them again, harsh white light making her eyes hurt.

"Agh!"

Beep... Beep... Beep...

The sound of what Mikan knew to be a heart monitor made its way to her ears then and she began to feel even more confused. Determined to figure out where she was, she forced her eyes to open and stay open.

Her vision at first was blurry, but it quickly became clear.

The ceiling above her was bare and white. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw equally white walls and piles and piles of machines, all beeping and humming an whirring softly around her. The tile floor was white as well and the sheets that Mikan had just thrown off of herself, having sat up finally, were too. She was dressed in a clean white hospital gown.

'Too much white. I hate white.'

White meant pain.

White meant syringes full of something.

White meant fear, and death and-

Beep...! Beep...! Beep...!

"Agh!" Mikan cried out in pain, clutching at her hair and breathing deeply.

"Go away...!" she begged, willing the flood of memories that she felt beginning to come to disappear. "I don't want to remember!"

But it wouldn't stop. As more and more of her senses reawakened Mikan was reminded more and more of that place.

The smell of medicine.

The beeping of machines.

The air of death.

The scent of old blood.

The color white. Horrible, horrible white.

"I hate white!"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Mikan gasped; panicking, frightened.

And then she caught sight of the needle in her arm, attached to an IV drip.

She ripped it out and then tore off everything else connected her; various wires that led to who knows where and-

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep-!

Mikan tore off the one connected to her chest and the machine that monitored her heart.

She looked back to her arm and her eyes widened and her pupils dilated when they saw the deep red liquid beading where the needle had been torn out due to the rough treatment.

Blood.

A stabbing, ripping pain shot through Mikan's head at the sight and she screamed, curling up into a ball and clutching her head as pictures - memories began flashing before her eyes at a rapid speed. Everything that she didn't want to remember. Everything that had ended up in her being wounded and almost dead.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Mikan noticed the sound of footsteps and a door being thrown open.

[A normally white room.

The smell of medicine.

Broken glass.

White coats.

Bright lights.

"Monster."

Dying people.

Screams of terror.

Blood.

BLOOD.

Everywhere: covering the walls and the floors.

Seeing her reflection on a shard of glass.

She stood in the center of all of the carnage, in the middle of the blood and glass and the dying and dead people.

This was her doing.]

"N-no..." she whispered. Her voice was broken.

["This is all your fault."

More screams.

"Murderer!"]

"No!" she shrieked.

Tears poured down her cheeks.

["Murderer!"]

Mikan squeezed her eyes shut and wailed as more and more memories assaulted her mind and they got more and more and more violent.

"Stop it, please! I didn't do it! I didn't mean to do it! I'm sorry! I'm not a murderer! It was an accident, I d-didn't mean to do i-it!"

Her breath hitched when she felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around her then and pull her into a hug. Soft hair brushed against her face and mixed with her own, black and silky and wild.

The person shouted for everyone to leave the room.

'There were people in here?'

"You're going to be okay," a deep voice whispered reassuringly and even thought the memories didn't stop and didn't get any better, she suddenly felt more relaxed.

A larger, stronger pair of hands pried Mikan's own from her hair, murmuring kind words all the while and holding her. Slowly, Mikan's sobs began to subside as well and the memories. Tears still flowed down her cheeks, but not as violently as before.

After what seemed like hours (and maybe it was) Mikan had fallen silent and all that was left of her tears were salty tracks down her face.

She tilted her head back slightly to get a look at the person holding her and hazel met a bloody crimson.

And yet they didn't make the memories come again.

'How odd,' she mused.

The crimson eyes blinked, studying her as Mikan studied him. A shaky hand reached out and cupped the boys cheek.

"You..." she began in a voice horse from crying.

"Me?" he murmured in question.

But she never got to finish what she wanted to say, because she fell asleep.

"Tch... Silly girl."

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Natsume stared down at the teenager lying in his arms. She had just fallen asleep and she looked like a mess with salty lines covering her cheeks and puffy red eyes. Long auburn hair that he was sure looked beautiful normally was a tangled mess from her grabbing at it.

He stroked her cheeks softly.

"What happened to you?" he wondered.

Apparently she was his own age, but right then, curled up against him and asleep she looked younger and fragile and defenseless.

Natsume found that he wanted to protect her.

He had no idea why.

"I don't even know her name," he muttered, gently uncurling her fingers where they were tangled into his shirt and climbing off the hospital bed. He put her into a more comfortable position and drew the covers over her.

["I'm not a murderer!"]

Natsume paused.

Those were the words that had caused him to stop watching curiously from his place outside the door and go in and help her.

Sighing he stepped back and dropped into one of the chairs beside her bed.

"What am I doing?" He wondered tiredly. Natsume promptly smacked himself in the forehead and leaned back in the chair.

It's because she's just like you, a knowing voice in his head whispered. Broken.

"Shut up," he muttered.

There was a light tapping sound on the door and Natsume sighed.

"If your done playing nurse," and eerie voice sneered, "Get up and come with me. I have a mission for you."

The fire caster stood up and walked to the door after giving one last look to the girl on the bed.

"I'm coming, Persona. I'm coming."

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"So who is she?" the man asked, watching with calm blue eyes from his seat behind his desk.

Narumi looked down at the floor and then back up again.

"Principal Yukihara, I..." he began and then bit his lip. "She's your niece. She's Mikan Azumi: Yuka and Izumi's daughter."

The mysterious principal of the High School Division shot the teacher a glare.

"That's impossible. She's dead. For seven years, Mikan Azumi has been dead. I saw her die. Do not make up lies."

Narumi shook his head and looked down before tossing the file he'd been holding in his hands onto the principals desk.

"I didn't believe it at first either. But she looks just like Yuka. And well, here's the DNA test. Apparently Mikan-chan wasn't as dead as everyone had believed she was."

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