Love's Identity

Disclaimer: Not much is mine except for the plot. Mai-HiME is not mine. Many things are not mine! I must start planning.

A/N: Get ready for some major…well you know. Forgive my bad grammar as well...

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Chapter 2: Broken Heart Syndrome

"How is she?" A seasoned man of fifty stared sternly into the cubic room. Filled with white walls, white doors, and an observational window seen only from the outside, the cube was a solitary confinement. Two men stood, watching the figure that was inside the cube. One wore a white lab coat, and the other wore a grey plaid business suit.

"I'm afraid there has been no change, Sir." The doctor stared the patient's file, frowning slightly. The patient's condition has not changed for the last two years.

"Natsuki!"

Sudden commotion sprang from the interior of the white cube. Alarmed, the man in the business suit placed his hand onto the Plexiglas.

"Natsuki!" The figure inside the cube called out painfully. Her body was encased inside a straightjacket. Yet, the figure struggled. One could clearly see that the figure had no strength to do so; her frame was so thin and malnourished from self-starvation. It was a wonder that she did not die.

--- 2 Years Ago ---

"Natsuki!" Shizuru cried out, running towards the cart, which held Natsuki's lifeless body. She had been at a formal meeting before the event, only to return home with her voicemail bursting with calls from Mai. She shook the figure vigorously, as if to call back her love's soul.

Minagi Mikoto had to pull the girl back so that the doctors could continue their way to the morgue.

"Natsuki!"

Dropping down to her knees, Shizuru sobbed loudly, while Mai tried her best to comfort the former-Kaichou.

Mai knew that with Natsuki's disease, she would not last much longer in the world. However, she never knew that an accident would take her life quicker than the disease itself. She forced herself not to cry in the face of Shizuru.

Footsteps became louder as Tate ran back to Mai, stating that the others were coming as fast as they could. He tried to say more until he noticed Shizuru's downcast figure.

Later, the others arrived there and everyone was able to see Natsuki for one last time. Shizuru struggled up with what appeared to be the last of her strength to see her face once again as well. It was hard; it was painful. There was nothing worse than the sight of Natsuki's content, yet paled face, which was adorned with minor scratches from glass that broke from her helmet as she fell towards her death.

However, for someone, who was an orphan, she was blessed with lovely friends---some far greater than a mother or a father. Though blessed, she left her counterpart with a pain far greater than any curse.

The pain of having your most important person die at such a young age, was one that not everyone faces often--if not once in their lifetime. After cupping Natsuki's cold face in her hand for the final time, Shizuru felt her heart twist and shrink. She grasped her heart tightly, breathing constricted.

Taking one last glance at the fallen Natsuki, Shizuru fell towards the blackness.

And then, it was as if she had 'died' the death of a fallen HiME back at The Carnival. Her soul was gone; time had stopped. The only word she would utter was afterwards was "Natsuki."

--- 2 Years Later ---

The man's hand on the window balled into a tightened fist.

The figure now writhed and smashed herself against her confinements, which were luckily padded with protective foam after similar occurrences. The figure's voice continued to cry out painfully, as if her words would reach her beloved's soul.

"Shizuru....my daughter. How can a single person, no...a single woman cause you fall into such madness?!" The man whispered vilely against the glass, his hot breath catching the surface in small huffs.

"Natsuki...Natsuki...Natsuki..." Shizuru moaned, red orbs dulled from the lack of sleep. Tears dropped relentlessly down her face, as she dropped to her knees. Once healthy walnut-tresses turned into a livid yellow.

Daily, doctors had to go in and feed her through an IV drip and then go in again when night fell to administer sleep-inducing shots. This went on, as mentioned earlier, for two years straight.

He hammered his fist onto the window furiously, as if to let out his frustration.

"Fujino-sama, please cease your actions. I do not wish to see you get hurt." A distant voice whispered down the hallway.

Ceasing his actions, Fujino retorted, still gazing at her daughter's poor frame.

"I hope you have good news for me, Himeno-san."

Himeno Fumi smiled, stopping in her tracks. She bowed slightly towards the doctor, who bowed back in respects. In her hands held a file containing crucial information. She softly breathed and replied.

"Yes, Fujino-sama. I have finally located her."

A hint of alarm showed in his posture before swiftly residing back to its stoic nature. Fujino turned his body fully to face the Headmistress of Fuuka Gakuen.

"Himeno-san, I hope you know what this means to me. Find that girl at once. I don't care how much money it takes." Fujino Ichirou peered solemnly back into the observational window.

"Of course, Fujino-sama." Fumi bowed, her silver orbs glistened as her pink tresses covered part of her face.

Suddenly, there was a scream. Shizuru seemed to having a seizure inside her cell. Her body shook and the foam started to form at the corners of her mouth. Her feet kicked the ground as the doctor, who was standing silently by Fujino Ichirou's side the whole time, quickly unlocked the cell and went inside the room. He seemed prepared, rapidly pulling out a relaxant and injecting it into Shizuru's blanched skin. She calmed down in a matter of seconds; her facial expression contorting into that of a deep stupor.

"...T-the medicine is wearing off faster than before." The doctor said hesitantly, returning back to Fujino's side.

Furious, he grabbed the doctor by his collar.

"I don't fund this fucking hospital to see this!"

"Y-Yes, of course, Fujino-sama! I'll try...no, I will administer a new drug for Shizuru-ojou-sama tomorrow!"

Fujino Ichirou, continued to berate the doctor, who was getting smaller under his presence. Himeno Fumi, gave a quick bow, politely taking her leave. She casted one last glance at the drugged out figure, who now lied in the room with eyes which wandered aimlessly and arms which seemed to be catching imaginary butterflies.

"Shizuru-sama...very soon your savior will be back," Fumi reassured in a miniscule tone as she exited the hallway, back to where she came.

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A/N: Ah...okay I lied...I'm known as Harmonia Vita now. It has a nicer meaning anyways. As for writing...I've always been writing. I lost my beta though. I have friends who are willing to help me, but I need an official beta; one who likes my stories and wants to help me proofread them. I've also been checking the fandom lately; it's kind of scary at the rate it's growing, haha.

Also, did you know that there's an actual broken heart syndrome?

Phew, that was a bit heavy, even for me. Let's grieve together perhaps on MSN or LJ. I seriously need fangirls to talk to.