A/n: So yeah... I'm planning on rewriting Legally rejected (still debating on that) but I had this idea on my mind after reading the Gakuen Alice Manga and it inspired me with the what ifs and the consequences. And I can't get it off my head until I wrote it, so I did. :D Basically, the plot line is still the same up until the Z invasion were they try to get the antidote for Hotaru. Instead of Mikan coming back with them, she doesn't... I won't say anything after that because that would be spoiling my story. :DD
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Prologue
Inside the girls bathroom, Misaki sat at the farthest, darkest corner. She punched Tsubasa in the cheek earlier. She blamed him for loosing her yet deep down she knew she is also one to blame. If she had not agreed with the plan, teachers would have found out sooner and the plan wouldn't have pursued then … She sniffed. She didn't bother wiping her face anymore. She wished she had somebody to slap her right across the face, just like what she had done to Tsubasa. "God, help me…"
Tsubasa lied on his bed staring bluntly at the school ceiling, not minding his throbbing cheek that Misaki punched earlier. He deserved it anyway. He was the oldest and most experienced in the group yet… It disgusts him just thinking about it. "I'm the stupidest most despicable person in the universe." He said it with so much self-loathing and venom. He then lied backwards and wished Misaki had punched him harder.
Upset is the biggest understatement of the century for Narumi. In his vanity where he sat undisturbed, tears flowed out of anger, disappointment and worry. "They were only grade-schoolers, what were they thinking?" He couldn't keep the question to himself. He was the teacher, he should have prevented all the childish nonsense. He could have chased them and brought them back… All of them…
None of his animals could cheer him up. God knows what could. It wasn't suppose to end this way. If only he had helped her out instead of just telling her to hurry… Maybe… Maybe she'd still be with them. "This is what she wanted… To save Imai…." Ruka convinced himself. Because of her, Hotaru is now healthy… Still in the hospital but healthy. But… But… And from the corner of the dark room, Ruka mourned again.
It still hurts to curl up in a ball. But Hotaru could not help herself. Emotion was not something she was fond of showing but this… this is something different. "Baka" She stared blankly at the hospital wall, thinking of all the possibilities that might happen to her best friend. Logic tells her it wasn't her fault Mikan left. But something.. something in her says otherwise. If only she hadn't been shot, Mikan would not have ventured out, chasing Z… and.. and… Hotaru curled up more and cried silently again.
It was raining. He was cold. He was soaked. But none of this seemed to matter. He felt numbed inside anyway. Is he not strong enough? Is he that useless? Is he that weak? If only he had been stronger, if only he had been wiser, if only he had been faster none of this would have happened. He should have known they stand no chance and stopped everybody from all this idiocracy… then… Natsume Hyuuga kicked the tree in front of him as if it caused him all the misery he was feeling.
Because of that little twist that nobody expected, they lived their lives in silent guilt. Nobody verbally brought up the subject, it was much too painful to accept. Each had there own fault, each had their own guilt and each had their own memory that haunts them every time.
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