Based this O.O.C-ness one-shot off of Kanon (2006) and i enjoyed writing it. It's not exactly drama, but i thought drama fit better than humor...

I will never own Gakuen Alice or Kanon (2006). darn...

My Life's Requiem: Revived

Cold? What's that beneath me? I don't feel well. Where am I? Why does my skin feel like it's slowly losing color? Is it…..snow? But, it was spring a few minutes ago…. How much time has passed? How long have I been dreaming?

I think I…..can feel a warmth…. I can feel something warm emitting off on to my cheek…. Is it a hand? I feel a little better now, but my eyes feel so heavy. I want to open them.

My eyes won't open. And I dream the same dream for as long as I've been in this cold, dark place.

In my dream, I can see a boy. He has dark hair. His features are blurry, but I can tell he has orbs of crimson. They seem so…..so…sad.

Why are you sad? Did you lose something important? Someone important? I want you to laugh. Smile. I always say "smiling is the equal of love, anyone can give it to you if they wish it."

I feel something splash on my face. Is it raining? Or tears from the boy in my dream? It feels surreal….yet, it feels something really did shake me to reality.

I hear something. It sounds like a voice from a megaphone with better sound quality. But I can't tell what it actually is. Who or what is it?

I feel like I've been like this for years. But at the same time, it feels like I've been asleep inside myself for only a few moments. How long has it actually been?

The dream shows me the boy once again. He's crying….. Please don't cry, I want to say. I can't find the strength in my throat to speak. It feels like I have spoken too much, but no words at all. He seems to loom over me, sobbing uncontrollably. What's wrong? How have I upset you?

The scene of my dream changes. It's never changed before….. It shows a girl around 10-years-old with brown hair in pig tails and brown eyes and the same boy from earlier. That girl looks like me. But am I 10?

The girl holds up her right pinky finger, takes the boy's right hand in her hand and pinky promises with him. What are they promising?

"Promise?" I hear the girl's voice! She smiles brightly and the boy relaxes his features slightly.

"Yeah….I promise I'll come see you tomorrow." He moves their pinky swear down and back up once, to show his promise and smiles.

The girl smiles. They must be happy.

The scene changes again and I feel the warmth gone from my face, but a new warmth in my hand. It feels loving….

"Mikan!" I feel some pain in my back…. The boy shouts and runs toward the girl, lying on her back in the grass. A Sakura tree is beside her and she struggles to open her eyes. It's spring.

"Nats….Natsume…." She tries weakly. He collapses at her side. "I can't move….I want to close my eyes. Just for a while…." She slowly closes her eyes and unshed tears freeze in the corner of them.

"Mikan!" The boy starts to sob like he did in my previous dreams.

Mikan? Isn't that…..my name?

I feel more warmth, like I'm in bed. It feels good, compared to the coldness I've been feeling. What feels like a hand strokes my cheek, and brushes my bangs, I can feel, away from my eyes. Who is it? Who is infiltrating my disturbed sleep?

But, I don't mind. I like the warmth. So I'll enjoy it.

The boy's voice speaks again. But it sounds different from before.

"Mikan….." The warmth starts to increase rapidly from an outside temperature to an indoor temperature.

My body feels heavier, unlike the lightness of being nowhere. I feel blankets on me, an I.V. attached to my arm. I hear the beeping noises in a distance, keeping the rhythm of my heart.

I'm….in a hospital. I remember who the boy is. Hyuuga Natsume. He's my best friend, but I secretly love him. I am Yukihara Mikan, formerly Sakura Mikan until my mom died and I've stayed with dad ever since. Dad's a nice person, but mom and him weren't ever married. She moved to a different city when she was pregnant with me.

How is dad? He must be worried about me….. Is he the one who's been here with me? Is Natsume here too? I wish I could open my eyes and speak…. But, I can hear….

"When will she wake up? It's been 8 years…We shouldn't have to wait much more…. But what if she never wakes up?" Dad! It's alright! I'm here! Just give me some time. I want to open my eyes! No, I need to open them!

"May I speak with you for a moment, Yukihara-san?" Probably a doctor…..I can hear dad and the doctor leave the room.

The warmth is still there. Is someone else here? Who are they?

"Mikan….." N….Natsume? "When you wake up, let's go to the Sakura tree again. We'll go sit underneath it like we used to 8 years ago. I still remember that day. You scared me so much. You were sitting so high up on a branch, laughing and waiting for me to come up. But you fell when a strong wind came. You haven't moved since." He whispers.

"M….iss…..ou….tsume….." Did words escape me?

I'll try again.

"I….iss…..you….atsume….." Come on, Mikan!

He places his hand in mine. Warm….

"I miss you….Natsume." I did it!

"Mikan…..?"

Natsume…..

I feel weight vanish from my eyelids. Can I open them now? I focus completely on getting my eyes open that I don't take note of someone's presence closer to me than they were before.

I open my eyes fast, but close them just as fast from the greeting of winter sun coming through the hospital window. That is bright….

I blink several times, not paying attention to my surroundings. When my eyes are adjusted to the light, I find myself barely 2 centimeters away from Hyuuga Natsume.

"You're….awake." The next thing I know two arms are wrapped around me, lifting me off the bed princess-style, and Natsume's body is against mine.

I freeze for a second, then relax and hug him back in a loose sort of way. "I missed you too!" I smile, close to tears.

"I don't think I imagined expressing my feelings for you in this sort of way….but…." What is he talking about?

"Natsume, what're ymmfffff!" The guy kisses me. Not how I pictured it, but it works! It's not one of those sloppy French kisses, or the open mouth romantic-comedy ones, but the one that says just enough. I felt passion in it, and love? Somehow, I end up kissing him back.

2 minutes later….

"How was that, Polka?" Natsume pulled away, still close.

"I thought you got more mature, but you still call me Polka-dots." I smile, flushed from what just happened.

"I'm plenty mature. You've grown up nice, too I see." He glances down at my chest and back up, quickly.

"Don't be a pervert!" I laugh. He smiles.

"Glad you're back. Mikan."

"Me too."

A good, comfortable silence rests between us. (We're still not that far apart from each other.)

"Hey Polka?" Natsume smirks.

"Yeah Natsume?" I tilt my head to the side, sort of giggling.

"I love you."

And with that, I have my second kiss.

"Love it, hate it, don't care, just wanna share it." Cannot remember who said that first but i wanted to use it. Don't sue me for liking that quote so much that i would use it to end my fanfiction.

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