A Collection of Stories. Crack, or not.
By: Raining Gumdrops
Lisa: YAY! A new one-shot!! Not very crackish though…
Mikan: -stares suspiciously- Have you been doing your homework lately?
Lisa: -laughs nervously and scratches the back of her head- Ehehehe… not really I guess…
Mikan: That's bad! You'll fail your opening exams!!
Lisa: Uh… never mind about that…I'll do it sooner or later…hopefully.
Natsume: Hurry up ugly. Readers are waiting.
Lisa: Oh! Right, right, right… now…where are the documents? Omg…
Natsume & Mikan: What?
Lisa: -waving hands hurriedly and nervously- Nothing nothing nothing! It's NOTHING! -whispers to herself- Nooo! I'm going to have to make it up!
Melting Hearts
Mikan stared out the window. What exactly was she thinking awhile ago? She couldn't exactly remember what she did either. The classroom door banged open, and Natsume strolled in. He stopped. Then turned around. 'Huh? How did I get here?' He thought gruffly, taking a seat next to his totally cute and overly friendly girlfriend, Mikan.
Then a random and totally weird question popped up simultaneously in everyone's (excluding Hotaru') mind, 'What just happened?' Hotaru just glanced at them and smirked. Her extravagant amethyst contacted, I mean…WHO DA HELL HAS PURPLE EYES IN THE REAL WORLD ANYWAY????, eyes flickered sharply towards the rest of the class, examining each and every person, her fine brows rose with amusement at the confusion on the faces of her fellow classmates. Oh, so only she knew what was going.
"That's because the author didn't write anything about what happened before she started writing."Hotaru said smugly, a smirk plastered on her face. Mikan frowned. I had Hotaru turned into Natsume of something? She turned to Natsume and realised he was still who he was. So she turned again to Hotaru a big smile stuck on her face. "Oh Hotaru!", she gushed, "You are SOOOO smart!"
"I know I am." said Hotaru bluntly, and Mikan made a poor puppy dog face, as if Hotaru didn't hug her like she thought Hotaru would. Mikan glanced over Hotaru's shoulder, staring at her laptop screen.
"?" Mikan scrunched her face up, clearly clueless. Unrealistic question marks
"It's a site where people post up stories based on their favorite stories," explained Hotaru.
"Oh," Mikan dumbly replied. "Hey there's one about us!" Mikan screamed.
"Why are we there?" Natsume asked.
"Duh. Gakuen Alice is a manga." Hotaru stated obviously. "People are in love with the pairing Natsume and Mikan in the fic."
"Oooooooh! Look at that Natsume!" Mikan pointed at the summary of the story "Cold Exterior", "Natsume, a cold hearted prodigy – Natsume smirked at Mikan - in Alice Academy, fell in love with Mikan, a cheerful and optimistic girl (duh). Could she break the cold exterior of his heart without breaking her own?" Mikan sobbed and hugged Natsume's arm to her chest. "Doesn't that mean I'm going to kill you?!" Mikan sobbed even harder and soon she was clinging to his waist and spilling her big salty tears onto his chest. Natsume sighed, watching the wet patch on his clean white shirt grow rapidly due to the amount of tears she was producing in a second.
'Damn that author, now I'm going to go back to my dorm drenched.' It wasn't surprising because half or his shirt was already dripping. "I'm going to bring her to her room' he announced. Everyone just stared at the dripping Natsume and sobbing Mikan. Natsume sighed again and threw Mikan over his shoulder like a sack.
At his room
Natsume dumped Mikan roughly on the bed and fell on top of her. Mikan was hardly crying now, her face was red. Even redder than a tomato. Natsume sighed – wait, why was he sighing so many times?! He should be smirking his famous smirk! Not sighing his demented sigh! He sighed, and stopped halfway. 'Damn that author.' He thought. "NATSUME!!!!!!!!" he jumped 7 meters out of his skin after that scream.
He was still dripping…he remembered. "You're… retarded…" he said, referring to the odd situation he was in before with Mikan sobbing because she thought she would kill him.
"Why am I?" Mikan questioned. Her innocent blinking eyes stared into his contacted ruby eyes. He frowned at the authors comment about his fantastic/amazing/tantalizing/cool/awesome/crimson orbs. In fact they were real unlike the author's own brother's dyed hair. Anyway, back to Mikan before she screams him 7 meters out of his skin.
"Natsume," Mikan prodded him once, twice, thrice, "You're dazing off Natsume. By the way, why am I retarded?"
"I wouldn't die just like that," Natsume stated, "In fact, you've already done that."
"Done what?" Mikan's brow furrowed together, confusion clouding her mind.
Natsume shook his head and smirked. He reached out and flipped her skirt up. Mikan shrieked. "PERVET!!!!!" and she tried to get him back by punching his arms.
"Wateva," Natsume shrugged and laid down next her.
"Natsume…was it me or did you say 'wateva'?" Mikan whispered.
"Whatever," Natsume lazy real crimson eyes closed. "Sleep." He had to admit, today was the best day that had happened to him throughout all the author's stories.
"NAAAAAAAAAAATSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"came Mikan's agonizingly painfully piercing voice. Or maybe not.
Well well well! Tell me what you think! Is it good?
Or bad? Flames accepted!
-Lisa