Hello minna-san.
How are you all? It has been a while since I've last came here, hehe.
Some of you may know me due to my previous works, which I have now deleted [refer to my profile for explanation].
I am now back with a new short story, focusing on Mikan Sakura and Natsume Hyuuga. Perhaps Hotaru and the others will be in there. But only time will reveal.
[Updates may frequent or they may be rare. This will depend on my mood. I hope you can understand that.]
Note: The story is set in alternate universe. There will be explicit language used.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Gakuen Alice. All rights reserved to the author of this wonderful tale.
I hope you enjoy. Please let me know of your thoughts in the review section x
One. 15:43 p.m.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Natsume Hyuuga sighed. Who could call him at this time? The football match was about to start in fifteen minutes. He still had to finish his chores -his as well as his younger sister, who ditched them for a shopping wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone either.
The phone kept on ringing. It bothered his sensitive ears.
Nevertheless, he checked his mysterious caller. It wasn't surprising to see who was it.
A sigh escaped from his lips. He regretted the day he gave his number to her.
"P-"
"Hotaruuu," she wailed. "This is M-mikan s-speaking *sniff* by t-the way."
That baka was crying and had his number mistaken. He was about to tell her that it was a wrong number, but she never let him the chance.
"Po-"
"I-i, uh, I... Y-you know Ryo? *hic* Haha, obviously y-you do *sniff*."
She sighed.
He sighed. Might as well as listen at her girly rant and make fun of her later on.
Only he never got the chance to.
"H-he d-ditched me again. *hic* Sixth time. I, I don't know what to do. *sniff* W-we were supposed to go to this new restaurant..."
He decided to remain quiet and listen. It was not everyday you come across a quiet depressed Mikan. She was the sunshine in his class, the one who would often put a smile to anyone's face when they were sad. So, it was surprising to hear her crying ever so quietly. It wasn't those tears shed during classes, after he would pull a ridiculous stunt just to see her expression -her crying face that is-.
No. It was a 'heartbreak' kind of tears.
(He knew this, thanks to his little sister who taught him this. Girls and their stupid moodswings.)
"But... He, he ditched me again. *sniff*S-said that he was busy with schoolwork and exams. N-neh, neh, Hotaru. Is he l-lying? Obviously not. H-he couldn't. After all, we are supposed to be dating. B-but, he never kiss me. He never tell me that I'm pretty. He's always aggressive, and... And, I, I..."
She was a crying mess, he could tell by her shaky voice and her hiccups.
"I, I don't know what to do. P-please help me, Hotaru..."
He knew he was going to regret this.
He is reckless - everyone knew that already. And this trait was about to get him into some deep shit.
But since when does he ever listen to his brain?
"Ditch him."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how Natsume Hyuuga's and Mikan Sakura's daily phone calls began.