Author's note: Hullo everyone~ It's Moon's Silent Glow here, and the story you will be reading is my first fanfiction! Forgive me for anything I might be doin' wrong. .
I'm open for all criticisms, and I hope to have your reactions (even if there's some violent ones) and your comments about the story.
And, well, guys, as you can see, I used the first person POV here... since I'm more comfortable with that and because I want you readers to experience the character fully.
So, umm, once again, this is Moon's Silent Glow, over and out. XD
Disclaimer : I own none of the characters as well as the main story. Errythaaaang belongs to the genius Tachibana Higuchi.
Summary: 16-yr-old Natsume wakes up in the middle of the field with strangers surrounding him. Weird. But what's more weird is that he doesn't know anything about himself, even his name. Diagnosed with amnesia, Natsume is desperate to regain his memory, thus where his friends appear. But as fragments of his past appear, he realizes that he more than just a student. He is someone dangerous.
Pairing: Ohohohohoho, major love polygon, mate. I'm not gonna say triangle, because there aren't just 3 of them. ;)
Chapter One: Who are these people?!
Natsume's POV~
It was quite dreary that night. The luminous shadows of hoary people was casted on the warm grass. Faint murmurs echoed into my ears. Just what were they talking about—was it perhaps about me? I shook my head in disagreement. Of course, it wouldn't be true. Why? Well, I don't know them. And they don't know me. We were strangers, I believed. Yet, why is it that I feel some sort of familiarity when I'm around them? Crimson eyes gazed at green and brown. Where have I seen eyes like that? They were so familiar. Maddeningly familiar.
"Natsume, are you okay? How are you feeling?" A deep voice of a blonde man—about my age—asked me. Natsume...was that my name? Wait, why is it that I don't even know my name?
"W-where am I?" My deep, hoarse voice asked the shadows; my vision was still as vague as it was before.
"You're in the park… You passed out after some stranger hit the back of your head with a baseball bat," a gentle, sweet voice answered. Wait, what? I raised my hand and checked the back of my head. And, unfortunately, what they said was true. When I returned my palm back in front of me, there was a red liquid on it—blood, and lots of it. I winced in pain, and tried to stand up, but ending up stumbling down. I fell down on my knees as my arms supported me. I ended up sitting back down.
"Who am I? And who are you people?" I asked them. There was silence for a few minutes, and when my vision returned, I tried to look at them. Why do they have a perplexed look on their faces? Did I say something wrong?
"Bloody hell, mate, stop joking," the blonde said, ridicule, yet disbelief in his tone. Sobbing filled my ears, and when I looked at the people surrounding me, a few girls cried. "P-please, Ruka-kun, tell me that what he said wasn't true, please," a girl with brown eyes and brown pigtailed-hair begged the male. No, she quivered.
"Natsume-kun, do you know my name?" The female brunette asked me, wiping her tears and giving me a sad smile. I just shook my head as my reply. She sniffed, and hugged me. I wanted to push her away. Who wouldn't? A stranger just hugged you. Yet, why do my arms feel weak? I can't push her. I just can't. My shoulder felt wet, tears blaring to my left ear. Why was she crying? Somehow, I felt bad. I felt horrible. But why?
I asked myself the question, and heard a soft answer at the back of my head. It sounded like me. I was still confused at what was happening so I didn't manage to focus my attention to what the voice said. But it felt like it was something important. Something that I shouldn't have let go. I blinked as the other people started crying, like someone died.
My arms found themselves around the petite figure on top of me, trying to comfort her. She continued to cry, sniff, and ask the sky: 'Why?!'. I didn't know anything that was happening right now. Not a single bit.
"Hyuuga Natsume, 16 years old, student in Gakuen Alice, and the top student of your batch; that's your identity," an older guy with kinda long wavy blonde hair said to me as he threw a folder beside me. I looked at him first, almost fooled by his looks. I thought that he was a she. Goddamn traps everywhere. I grazed my fingers on the crest in the center of the folder before completely picking it up and inspecting the content.
There was a picture of a guy that has ebony black hair, crimson eyes, and two earrings—one on each ear. He had his hair parted on one side, and emits some sort of dangerous aura behind his smirk. I flipped the page and read the second part. It was everything about the boy in the picture. Height, weight, IQ, athletic capabilities, allergies, likes, hates, every damn thing. Somehow, reading it made me annoyed. Questions rose up in my head, but the main thing that I wanted to have an answer about was the 'Why?' questions.
"What does this guy have to do with me?"
"Oh, everything, child. Everything. Because that 'guy', is you," a strict-looking guy with glasses replied. He looked like a teacher, so let's leave it at that. I flashed him a startled look, trying to put the pieces together. "W-w-wait! I can't be that guy! Because I'm—I… I'm…" I finished my statement quietly, my head slowly turning down as my eyes gazed on the breezing grass.
My mind was racing, my heart was beating like it'll rip out of my chest sooner or later. I placed my palm on my temple, trying—trying hard—to remember something. Anything from the past. His past. Anything! But whenever I thought of my parents, my classmates, my friends… My mind would just go blank. Whenever I close my eyes, I would hope to see memories. But only darkness answered my calls.
My brows always met due to my frustration; but then everything started to swirl. It's like I'm in a past rotating ferris wheel. My body felt weaker than before, and I suddenly had a massive headache. I grimaced in pain as my upper body fell down (Remember that I was sitting). Gasps invaded my ears as the people suddenly helped me up. I reached out for the blonde male from before and laid my head on his chest, using it as a support. I didn't know why but I loosened by grip on his shirt and ended up falling down. I felt sick, like really, really unearthly sick.
The last thing I knew was that everything went black as the night sky that time.
