I just saw the raw for chapter 137… I just couldn't stop crying, and I had to let it out somehow, then I remembered I wanted to try and write a one-shot about Mikan and Natsume, so I figured, why not.

I don't know Chinese so I have no idea what was said in the chapter, so anything I wrote isn't really a spoiler (aside from the fact Yuka is dead).

I know it is short and slightly OOC, but in a way, I also think its fit.

Hope you will like.

Behind these hazel eyes-

How can someone be truly happy when they lost everything? How can they keep on smiling and look cheerfully upon the world when they feel as if it had been taken from them? Taken before they even had the chance to really experience how things could be?

It has been three months since Yuka's death. Three painfully long months. Natsume leaned tiredly on the wall, his eyes closed.

After the explosion at the high school everything was so hectic. Narumi and Shiki were at a state of shock, Luna suddenly turned against the ESP and his men, and Mikan… Mikan refused to come out of her haze.

They all escaped at the end- with Luna's help, it wasn't that hard- and were now in hiding. And yet, things haven't really turned up for the better.

"Natsume! You are back!" a familiar cheerful voice was heard. A second later, a warm, small body warped him in a hug.

"Mikan…"

"I was so worried about you guys! You were supposed to come back hours ago!" she smiled at him and took a step back. She smiled, but it hasn't reached her dull eyes.

Natsume clenched his fists. He felt so helpless. Mikan never once cried again after those few tears when she clung to her mother's lifeless body, refusing to appear weak again. On the outside she seemed to have returned to her cheerful, happy self, but Natsume knew it was a façade- a façade not unlike the one he himself kept all these years so as not to worry the people important to him. And anyone who knew Mikan could easily see the vulnerable state she was in- as if she could break any moment.

"Hn, there were people patrolling not far away from here, so we had to be careful," he explained.

"Was anyone hurt?"

"No."

She smiled again. "That's good."

It was really too much. Natsume couldn't stand seeing her like that! It was just so unfair…

"Mikan, you have to pull yourself together," he heard himself saying. "You can't pretend to be strong all the time-"

"Why?" she cut him, her voice almost angry. He stared at her, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Don't look at me like that! You don't understand! I have to move on, I can't let myself break!" she cried out suddenly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's all my fault…" her voice wavered. "Why did mom have to die? I just found her, I wanted us to be together…" she choked on her words, lowering her gaze to the floor, her bangs hiding her eyes from him. "How can I miss so much something I never had? I don't even know if I have any right to cry…"

Natsume put his hand under her chin to make her look up at him. She bit her lip, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"It's okay; none blames you for anything, and won't blame you for crying. You have every right to be sad and hurt. And you don't have to pretend for our sake. You have to let your tears out before you can move on."

She shook her head. "I can't. I just can't stop hoping that maybe, somehow, I will just wake up and everything will be okay. But it won't. Nothing is, or will be, okay. I lost everything, Natsume".

"You didn't, little girl. You still have your friends. You have people who care about you and are worried about you."

She looked at him silently for a moment. Her eyes reflecting the lamp's light like twin, hazel mirrors.

And you will always have me, he told her, using the telepath Alice stone still inserted into his body. I won't ever leave you alone.

She let out a sharp, painful breathe, before she slammed into him and clenched his shirt, crying uncontrollably.

Natsume hugged her tightly, wishing he could somehow ease her pain, take it away. I won't ever leave you, he swore silently. Ever.

They stood like that for a while, just taking comfort in the other's presence. Mikan wanted to tell him so many things; that she was grateful he was there with her, that she'd be lost without him, that she loved him…

"Ne, Natsume,"

"Hm?"

"I just wanted to say… thank you, for everything." He smiled, though she couldn't see.

"Whatever, polka-dots." She hit him on his shoulder, her face still buried in his chest. He was so warm. "Leave it to you to act like that in such moments," she murmured.

He chuckled.

I love you, Natsume.

I would like to hear your thoughts on this. I don't know what I feel about this story (I have zero experience on writing one-shots), so if you review it will be very much welcomed….

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**Evermore**