I enjoy writing one/shots. This is a dark Christmas fic, so well, yeah. Not dark as in rape, just as in depressing. I don't know why I said dark then. . . Enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own GA
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Her eyes lit up with a strange fascination, as she pulled the diamond necklace from it's black velvet holder. She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck kissing him delightfully.
Mikan scowled at them, and kept walking, her pace slow. She resented the couple she saw in their home. She wished that was her.
As she walked, the cool air biting at her skin, she absentmindedly fingered the ruby necklace hanging in the hollow of her neck. It's smooth surface reminded Mikan of before everything fell apart.
The houses lit up with colourful Christmas lights made her heart clench. Her house used to look like that. Now, she didn't even want to think about it. At all.
Mikan fastened the white earmuffs to her ears once again, and stuffed her white gloves in her pockets. The faint wind played with the tips of her hair; as he boots crunched against the snow.
Mikan escaped from the hell he kept her in. But, despite how much she denied it, she still loved the bastard.
She took an immediate left, and found herself in a small clearing, the leave-less branches covered in sparkly snow. Mikan felt a small smile creep over her lips. This was the happiest she'd felt all holiday season, and it was from a peaceful field.
Finding herself in the center, she fell back against the blanket of snow, limbs resting at her side.
She felt relaxed, and the cool air now felt good against her skin.
/his fingers brushed her collar, sending a
Shiver of delight up her spine./
Mikan felt herself shiver in the mere thought of the touch. She wanted him so badly, at the same time, wanted him in the fiery pits of hell.
/she felt the cool metal of the necklace rest
Against her skin, and she heard the clasp
Click together in the back./
Mikan's hand jerked up to the ruby necklace, running her fingers over the surface of the chain. She drank in the feeling of it, remembering when he placed it around her neck.
/her hair swept over her shoulder, as
Butterfly light kisses were speckled
Over the back of her neck./
Her neck warmed, as did her cheeks. She could still feel the sensation of his lips on her neck, lightly sucking on the tender spots.
/she had her chin between his fingers, as he
Lifted and turned her head towards
Him, his soft lips descending
Upon hers./
Mikan had long since let go of the necklace, and touched the gloved fingers to the pink skin. Her breath grew short, having difficulty remembering this happened only an hour ago.
/his lips massaged hers, in a song only they
Knew, a burning erupted in the pit of
Her stomach, as they pulled back
For air, she gripped his shirt
And drew him back
For more./
Her left hand clenched the empty air, as she let go of the imaginary fabric she'd held moments ago. The cottony feeling she'd gotten from her memory, had ceased, as her mind lapsed her back to what happened next.
/desperation clouded them, as her fingers
Matted in his dark locks, his hands
Working themselves up her shirt
His skin meeting hers,
As she waited./
Mikan nearly jerked herself up, the feeling of his fingers on her skin all too new to be from a memory. She fell again, mind whirling.
/then, as if the clock struck midnight,
He jerked away, pulling a black-
Berry from his jean pocket,
Clicking the answer
Button and
Talked./
Mikan knew what came next, though she dreaded it. Her horror of a romance plagued her, like a cheesy movie you'd seen a thousand times only to know they get back together in the end. In the end. Mikan wanted to end this memory.
/"Luna," he greeted, glancing at her like
She meant nothing to him, like the
Last five minutes never happened
He talked to the women, un-
Aware, he was killing her
With every word he
Said./
Mikan choked on her tears, clenching her hands.
/he ended the call, a strange smirk on
His perfect face, as he slid the
Phone away, and touched
Her cheeks./
The end of the memory was almost over, to the joy of Mikan. Only to reach the worst part.
/he swept his fingers over her crest-Fallen face,
And kissed her nose, staring deeply into her
Hazel eyes, saying without remorse
"I love you, so much,
Mikan."/
He lied to her, her said he loved her, but he didn't. So Mikan wasn't sure why she still bore his token of affection, nor why she stayed with him. They always said love was blind.
/he stood up, the room feeling suddenly colder
To Mikan, as he grabbed his jacket and
Left, with the last few words,
"I'll be back."/
Three hours later. It took three hours before Mikan realized he wasn't coming home until late. Very late. She waited, and waited. When she remembered his secretary's name was Luna, and she knew for a fact, Luna wanted her boyfriend. And apparently, she got him. So, in a fit of anger, Mikan left the house too, but in the opposite direction of his work, but to where she was now.
The love of her life was cheating on her. They'd been through so much together, and now he was throwing it away for an affair that broke Mikan's heart. What a wonderful Christmas. Mikan's heart ached, for what used to be hers. It started snowing, slowly, like a well-rehearsed dance of snowflakes.
Her sad eyes turned up to the pale, sunlit sky, feeling the ivory flakes land and melt on her face. He had promised, but chances of the truth were slim.
Her eyes watered, as she finally faced the truth. He wasn't coming back. Her nose burned, her cry, strangling in her throat, the tears spilling from her eyes. They slid down the sides of her face, past her temple, and soaking in the fluffy material of the ear muffs. Her sobs were silent, as her now cold cheeks were nipped at by the freezing wind. The temperature had dropped drastically, and now, Mikan shivered and cried.
She cried because he was cheating on her. She cried because he didn't love her. She cried because she loved him.
"Mikan." Her name rolled off his tongue and she almost believed it was a dream, and illusion.
She kept sobbing, letting herself believe it was a dream. Her gloved hands had been thrown over her eyes, seeping into them.
Fingers wrapped around her wrist, prying her hand off her face. There was the face of her cheating boyfriend. His ruby eyes were soft, as his ungloved hand—the one that wasn't gripping her wrist—wiped away some tears with the pad of his thumb.
She turned her head away, glaring at nothing.
"Look at you," he said, "Lying in the snow and crying. Why is that?"
"You should know." Mikan spat, and was forced to sit up by him.
"Mikan, what's wrong? If it's about Luna, then it's not what you think. I only went because she lost a file, and it was a major client. Please believe me." He said, forcing her to look him in the eye.
Mikan didn't know what to do. She really wanted to trust him, but she didn't want to get hurt. "Don't do it again."
"I won't." He promised, and Mikan caved. She was too vexed by him. He was like a drug. The addiction was what kept you there. The love for it. He was like a spider, and she the poor unfortunate fly to get tangled in his web.
Mikan threw her arms around him, sobbing, feeling like the women who got the diamond necklace. He hugged her back.
"Let's go home, Mikan." He said, pulling them both up, Mikan clutching to him.
/I love you Natsume/
/So I'm ignoring the scent of Luna's
Perfume on your clothing
And skin./
/Because your mine until you leave,
Or until I stop
Loving
You./
How was it? It was a new technique I tried. (If I can call it that.) So, I'm sorry if you didn't like it. Oh, and the drug thing was not a reference to Twilight. I guess it was kind of dark. More depressing then anything. The nose burning thing is what happens to me when I cry, so I put that in here to be a little more relatable. (Sorry if you don't then.) I hope you like it, and hopefully I can write a happier one/shot before Christmas. Review or flame. Whatever. Happy early Christmas! :D
~Emerald~