Sweetest Acts;
The sweetest acts could turn into the coldest acts knowing it was all an act.
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Prologue:
What if it was all a selfish act, a bet? What if your sweetest acts became my painful memoirs, knowing all it was an act? Would that make you satisfied?
Sakura Mikan, the most gullible girl you'll ever meet in your entire life. I believe in anything that sounds believable, even if it already sounds lame. It ain't new if someone took advantage of me because of it – like recently, his sweetest acts turned out to be the coldest.
I was stupid to believe him. And that's why I left Japan, for my sake. And off I went to the States, to reform myself. I lost all contact to everyone I knew in Japan, excluding my family and Imai Hotaru, of course.
Three years in the States could really reform you a lot and sometimes, teaches you the hard way to learn your lesson. As for Japan, in Gakuen Alice, I learned never to trust the jocks; they're bastards with no hearts.
But now, I have no choice but to come back. Why? Because my family only permitted me to stay here for two years, I begged them to give me another year here. So, it's lame and it sucks, but I have to go back.
I'm going to see everybody again; Hotaru, Ruka, Koko, Anna and him. I'm going to see the bastard again, oh great. Let's see who's the poor girl he would play this time, poor her. And perhaps, I'm going to have my sweet revenge as well.
Oh, who am I kidding? I can't even lie properly much to take sweet revenge.
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Reminder – Italics is for thoughts. Bold is for places and some other stuffies. Normal is for regular words. Oh, happy reading! :)
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CHAPTER ONE;
Loving it, hating you.
Out of all the places I should return to, why does it have to be Japan? Not only that, but I have to go back to studying in Gakuen Alice? That's against justice already. But I have no freakin' choice but to go back. Crap.
I've been loving the States, living the life that I control and believing in nothing; life with girlfriends and avoiding idiotic jocks. To be precise, I'm single and loving it. Boys' means problems and problems cause stress and frown lines and eventually, heart ache. So why bother?
And here's the good part – I've moved on. Way on. He doesn't have any significance for me no more. I threw all those worthless things he gave during my birthdays and occasions. And threw the crimson ring he gave me for our sixth monthsary.
Shoot, I have to pack all these piles of clothes, thousands of books and heaps of shoes. This is going to be a long afternoon. Oh wait, I'll call Leanne and Zero for help. Yeah, I'll do that. The more people who helps, the faster the work is done; plus, we have to finish that annoying book report.
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Gakuen Alice, Japan.
"Natsume… this is the seventh time you dumped someone this week. Don't you even feel bad for those girls crying?" a gentle yet stern voice told him. Unfortunately, the lass who have unruly raven hair and crimson orbs just shrugged it out.
"What's your point, Ruka?" he questioned. He was never the one who would really admit anything to anyone, even to his best friend and family, that's just how he is.
But being Natsume's best friend for so long years, Ruka learned to understand his silence and his every movement. He knows why his buddy is turning out to be the womanizer of the year. It was due to a girl, not any other girl, but the girl his buddy learned to love. But that love shattered when the girl learned it was an act set up for her.
"You know, you could just forget about her and move on with life," Ruka stated to him. Natsume tensed up and Ruka knew he made his point.
"Hn," was all his buddy could reply to him. He knew that Natsume is in pain for doing those to her and he knew he regrets it. The only that could probably make his buddy happy is to see her once again and never let her go.
For this girl was Sakura Mikan.
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The next morning, Japan:
"Class, class, settle down! There's a new student coming here and she's from the States, too! Though she's not really a new student, she's been here before! Please do welcome her back again warmly!" Narumi, their adviser, shouted in glee as a wide smile plasters on his face.
The class grew louder and anxious who this new girl is and what she looks like. Almost everyone was awaiting for this girl to open the wooden door of the classroom. Except three fellows, who was minding their own business, like Imai Hotaru, working on her new invention that could kill idiots. Nogi Ruka, looking outside the blank window and his buddy, Natsume, staring blankly at nothing.
Out came a girl with long hazel hair up to her petite waist, she's pretty much slender but with soft curves. Her uniform seemed like what the rich people would wear, her hair was neatly tucked in by her purple thin headband. Her face was heart-shaped, rosy cheeks and a small soft red mouth to top it all.
Everyone knew who this girl was and was amaze that she's so stunning now. His crimson orbs spark up, his movement alert and his eyes averted to the brunette in front. This is the girl who made his ice-cold heart melt in a span of three seconds, and he broke her heart using the speaker. This girl is –
"Sakura Mikan," a soft and gentle voice echoed throughout the four walls of the classroom. Everyone's mouth was agape. How could someone so stupid could turn into someone so stunning?
"So… where am I going to sit down?" she asks, looking for a vacant seat.
Everyone snapped out of their trance but was still awed at the person in front of them.
"Mikan is that really you?" a random brown-headed boy asked.
"No, I'm somebody else," I replied to them, I'm being sarcastic to them. I mean, they wouldn't really believe such a lame phrase like that, would they?
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were Mikan," he replied which made me chuckle. Everyone seemed surprise that I chuckled. So I stopped chuckling and turned to face them once again with a big smile on my face.
"I'm seriously Sakura Mikan, ask me questions if you want proof," I told them. Let's see what kind of questions they would ask me if they still remember me, I guess.
"So you're the fool who my Natsume played. And I'm right, you would look so stupid. Btw, I'm Luna, his real girlfriend. So… what did you feel when you knew he was playing you?" a girl with long black hair suddenly asked. I feel sweat trailing down my face – for the fact that I'm not ready to answer any personal questions such as that.
Natsume's ears perked up, like everyone else, even Narumi. Crap.
"Uhm, that's the past. I don't love him no more, so you could keep him," I stated proudly. But deep inside me, it stings to see him with another girl. Still, no one needs to see that. I'm tough, right?
"Good." Was her final reply to me and I felt glad that she believed me. I felt ease.
Unknown to everyone else, the crimson eyed lad was balling his fist inside his denim pockets. He felt regret coming towards him, he felt sadness swelling inside of him. The girl he only loved and still loves doesn't love him anymore. He gnashes his perfect white teeth as he looks as his once girlfriend.
And know what hurts so badly? Seeing the one you love, or in his case still do loves, doesn't love you anymore. And whenever you walk her way, you can't touch her the way you used to.
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"Finally, break time. And gosh, it's such a long time since I've been here. I missed this place a lot," I whispered to myself. I mean, who wouldn't miss this serene place? Big green trees with big canopies stretching, the soft green grass, and the sound of Mother Nature calling. And to top it all, a big shady sakura tree – it was once our tree. But that was past, so now, it belongs to anyone, I supposed.
I leaned at the trunk, feeling nostalgia. I saw the marks of Natsume's hands on the trunk; I guess he really hates me. Great, I'm feeling the same pain again. Remembering what happened, I feel the flashbacks coming back and felt fresh tears coming out.
"You know, I wasn't born yesterday. I know you're there, come out," I told to, uhm, I don't know. But I feel it's a male, a girl would never spy on the same kind, that's like gross. I learned to be alert in the States, especially when you're with Zero; he even sees the slightest mistakes. I miss him.
"You spoiled the fun, Polka-dots. Didn't you even miss me during your stay in the US?" the same cocky and stern voice echoed through my ear drums.
How dare he? He's unbelievable. I mean, asking straight-forwardly like that, he's still the guy who made my heart skip a beat. And I'm admitting this to myself only, but he's making me nervous whenever he's around – maybe it's his demeanor, yeah.
"Why would I? After you did that, you think that I would still miss you over the years? You're not the dumb not to realize that, Hyuuga," I hissed. I felt my heart churned but I wouldn't show any trace of emotion to him, ever.
"I guess she still hates me for that, I couldn't blame her. As much as it damn hurts now, it's better than not having to see her everyday," he thought bitter sweetly.
"Could we talk, honestly?" He told me, looking at me with his pleading crimson orbs. I'm not sure why, but surely, I felt myself being pulled by his gravitational force, somehow.
"Aren't we already talking?" I know he could sense my sarcasm with that scowl plastered on his face.
"I'm serious." He told in his icy-cold stern voice that he rarely uses when we were together and it only means one thing – he's really serious and won't stop at anything until he gets what he wants.
"Fine, what – "
"Look, what happened three years ago – "
"Hyuuga, damn, how many times have I told you not to cut me off?" I snapped. I mean, he still hasn't change his rude ways, tss, what a waste of reformation.
"But would you just listen to me? Please?" He begged and pleaded. That's when I felt my heart about to burst open-wide.
"Blabber then,"
"As what I was saying, what happened three years ago, I'm honestly sorry –"
"I don't want to hear any of your pathetic excuses," I hissed at him.
"As much as possible now, Hyuuga, let's not talk about the past. Past is simply the past, let's burry that to the ground," I told him and stood up and walked off.
"Plus, I'm not worth anything of your time. There's that Luna, too. Bye, Natsume," For the first time in three long years, I called his first name, which made him looked at me with those crimson orbs.
"Mikan…" was the word hanging onto the air and nature. Of course I heard it, but then again, I pretended not to hear anything from him.
End of First Chapter;
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