Hey! Here's your next chapter. I went crazy on Anastasia and Gakuen Alice so I thought, meh, story time peeps! I think I will be publishing 6-7 chapters. So, have fun reading!
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Chapter Two: On a road to Somewhere.
"Natsume! Sit up straight!" snapped his strict teacher as Natsume rolled his eyes at the tutor his foster father had hired because Natsume had tried to get rid of all his tutors, but he still cared for his foster father, and didn't hassle him like he did Jinno.
"Sorry, Teach, but I play my own game. Too bad your not in it." Natsume said sarcastically as Jinno growled and took out a long cane like stick and Natsume arched an eyebrow. Jinno wouldn't even dare or he would be smacked around the head by Natsume and his foster father.
"Go on, dare you, because then you'll get it twice as hard." Natsume drawled as Jinno seethed and put it away, sitting on his rickety old chair as Natsume smirked to himself in triumph, "Thought as much," he mumbled as he stared at the scratched table he sat on and took out his pen knife, etching on words he knew and some other little messages to himself as memo's.
Natsume, now 17 years old, still couldn't remember his past, but he stayed with his father in a small cottage in the countryside, but he was getting curious to know who he really was, since all he could remember was being with his foster parent in the small cottage since he was a kid.
Natsume had a smidge of memory, shouting. He remembered someone young shouting and pulling at his arm, but nothing else. He couldn't remember if it was a male or a female, but only shouting and pulling. He figured something had happened that was terrible.
"Fine, if you want to be an idiot, then I am leaving! And never coming back!" snapped Jinno as Natsume snorted and watched the old man walk away in anger as Natsume chuckled to himself, then stood up and walked out of the dingy candle lit room and into the room where his guardian was, and he stood next to the old man who sat in an arm chair.
"The old coot left," Natsume said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder as the old man sighed and nodded, knowing Natsume was rebelling against any lesson he was taught. He felt sorry for the boy, since he forgot everything he knew but his name.
Natsume had grown up there since he was 8 years old and mainly stayed in the house. He grew to be very fiery tempered and handsome. He liked to play the leader, and his father thought it was a sign that one day he would be a great leader to many people, but the old man never knew when Natsume would become that leader that the old man wanted him to be.
But everyday, Natsume became more and more curious about who he was and where he was from. He wanted to know what had happened to him the night he forgot everything.
"Dad, I'm curious. I want to know who I am, I want to find the truth about where I was from and who my parents really were. I want to remember." Natsume said as the old man nodded silently, and sighed as he put a wooden pipe in his mouth and haled in loudly as Natsume stared at him.
"I know what you mean, young boy, and I fully understand. If you want to go search, then do. I will not stop you, you are old enough to realise your destiny. You can leave and head off for a journey, if you want." he croaked as Natsume sighed and nodded, the old man then put a hand on his head shakily.
"I know where you may start. Where I found you was a place called Kyoto, but that's all I know. On the night I found you, there was some kind of commotion happening. But I do not remember what the commotion was." he said sadly as Natsume stared at him an nodded sadly.
"Oh... I will travel to Kyoto and find out where I am from." he said as the old man slowly nodded and then sighed, sitting back and staring into inky blackness.
"Go today, I won't stop you. Because today is the day before I found you. Tomorrow you will find the place where I found you and took you in. Now go and prepare." he whispered as Natsume nodded and stood up, ready to go and pack as the old man sighed to himself, thinking how Natsume would cope...
In Kyoto, Mikan was playing with the snow with some other people her age. Mikan had been brought up in a foster home by the old woman and her son, Narumi, who loved her like she was their daughter.
"Are you going to make another snow angel, Anna?" Nonoko, one of Mikan's friends, cried to another friend, Anna, and the girl smirked and made a small, secret snowball. She hid it behind her back.
"Oh yeah! Mikan, join me in making snow angels!" Anna laughed as Mikan smiled and ran towards her friend. Mikan was 17, like Natsume, but still did not remember her past, but it made her wonder. Every year, on the day the old woman and Narumi found her, she would go and visit the burnt palace, trying to remember something, aything, about her past life.
But she couldn't. It was hard and the only thing she knew was that she was a young pantry maid there and that it was a fire. Mikan sighed to herself as she stopped beside Anna, and stared at the snow covered ground. A boy came up, he was Koko, a nosey friend of Mikan's who joked around all the time.
"Heya, pretty ladies!" yelled Koko as Mikan and Anna screamed with laughter because Koko's head was covered in snow and Nonoko rolled her eyes at his stupidity. Mikan giggled and dusted his head off.
"Koko, stop being silly, and be mature!" Mikan said as he grinned and stood straight.
"You can talk, Mikan, since you never act grown up! So, what are you gals up to that does not include me since I am a guy and not a girl." Koko said as Anna smiled and walked towards him, and Mikan saw the snow ball behind her back and she smirked, knowing all too well that Anna would throw it at the annoying boy who was their friend.
"We're making SNOW ANGELS!" Anna cried, and Koko was pied in the face with the snowball as Mikan and Nonoko fell onto the snowy ground with laughter as Koko blinked, a facefull of snow and his mouth broke into a cheshire like grin. He then tackled Anna to the ground and tickled her as she screamed with laughter.
"GIRLS! WHO'S DIEING!?" Narumi yelled, coming out of the house with a whopping great frying pan in his hand and looking around as everyone cracked into laughter and Mikan knew her sides were splitting and that tears were in her eyes from laughing so hard. Narumi looked at them, then sighed when he saw everyone was okay and not dieing, that would be his worst nightmare!
"Girls, stop that! It's not funny! Now, Mikan, it's time to go inside, we need to talk." Narumi said as Mikan looked up and nodded, wiping snow from her large coat and hair, following Narumi into the house as Anna and Nonoko snickered while they sat on Koko for revenge.
Mikan went inside the warm house and took off her coat and long homemade scarf, and ran after Narumi, smiling as her girly pigtails followed her and she saw Narumi sit in a chair.
"Mikan, you know we found you 9 years tomorrow?" Narumi asked as Mikan nodded and sat near him on the floor as he stared at the young girl he and his mother had saved that terribele day the japanese palace had burned down, killing the royal Hyuuga family and their servants, all but Mikan. "Well, when tomorrow comes, you are free to leave this place and start your own life, if you want. I could find you a job and a home, if you want." Narumi explained gently as Mikan stared at him, and smiled a little.
"Really? How wonderful, my own life. But I will still visit and help here. I want to keep in touch with my friends here." Mikan said to herself as Narumi nodded and Mikan stood up, hugging him as she smiled gently.
"Thank you, for everything." Mikan said to him as he smiled and hugged her back. Mikan then ran out of the room and draped her scarf around her neck and threw on her heavy coat, and ran outside to her friends, who were snow wresteling.
"Everyone, tomorrow... I'm going to live on my own!" Mikan cried brightly as everyone gasped and ran towards her, hugging her. Koko was covered in snow and Mikan soon had snow all over her after he hugged her and threw her into a snow pile as a goodbye present and Mikan laughed, hugging them all as they sniffed. Mikan had knwon them all since the day she came to the foster home once she was found in that fire.
And she knew that tomorrow she would see the burned palace, trying to remember the day that had happened so long ago...
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Natsume had been travelling all night to Kyoto, he had gone on a train without permission and his in the luggage coach, and then hopped off at Kyoto station. It was a lot more busy than the countryside, and Natsume knew it was a place he would be easily lost in.
"Where should I go?" he asked himself, walking out of the station and into the cold morning air, seeing some people walking around the snow covered streets and talking to friends. Natsume wondered if Kyoto was where he was born, since he was found there.
Many people were talking sadly and sighing. He wondered why they were so droopy and dippy. They all looked like they were wearing black, he wondered why. Then a young child walked towards him and yanked his sleeve. He stared down at the girl.
"Why aren't you wearing black?" she asked, and Natsume arched an eyebrow.
"Black? Why would I wear black? What's going on?" Natsume asked, when a woman came to take the child away, but he stopped her and she turned to stare at him. Her eyes were red.
"What's going on around here? Why is everyone mourning?" Natsume asked as the woman sighed and held onto the child's hand tightly, her knuckles turning white as she stared at the raven haired boy.
"Today is the day the royal Hyuuga and his family periled in a great fire in the palace. The young prince Hyuuga caused it and everyone died, except a young maid. But it is a sad day for everyone, because the Hyuuga's were a great family. If they were alive, it would be the youngest son's 18th birthday today this night. Well, we must go." she said sadly, taking her child and walking away as Natsume stood there, thinking to himself. He had been found this night, and his father said something had happened.
Natsume was confused, but kept on walking and seeing more people mourning the death of the Hyuuga's and the youngest son. He rolled his eyes and walked on, when he saw an old man selling crystals, obviously fake crystals.
"Excuse me, but where is the burned palace?" he asked the old man who stared at him and blinked like Natsume was mad.
"It's straight ahead to your left, young sir, but that is haunted, I warn you. The ghosts of the Hyuuga's are angry with their youngest son and do not like to be disturbed, they only like the young maid there who survived." the man warned as Natsume stared at him and shook his head.
"And where is this maid? How did she survive?" Natsume asked curiously as the old man shrugged.
"Pure luck, we believe, but you will find her at the old palace, thinking, trying to figure out things. She lost her memory of her past and will not tell us how or why Hyuuga hated his family so much to kill them in such a treachourus fire. She goes every year this day to think about the palace and see if she can remember anyone there. Too bad they all periled and she lived, since the young princess of the palace would have made a wonderful queen." he sighed to himself, going on with his speech as Natsume rolled his eyes, and walked away from the old man who didn't notice, and talked to himself.
Natsume walked on straight ahead to the left, like the old man had said, and came into a smaller part of Kyoto, and he looked around, seeing some people his age in the snow, and he walked towards them. They were 2 girls and a boy, all tackeling each other to the ground, and the boy was losing pathetically, but he was laughing.
"Hey, you, where is the old palace? The one that burned down a long time ago?" he asked coldly as they all looked up and stared at him, he had a face like thunder that moment, but Natsume hated being around people, he had grown up alone.
The blue haired girl, Nonoko, spoke up.
"It's not far, it's right and then you turn left and walk on, then you will come towards some gates, and that's the palace, or what used to be it. Our friends there right now." Nonoko said as Natsume raised an eyebrow yet again.
"Hm? So she must be the infamous maid who survived." Natsume asked as Anna gave him a nod and Nonoko sighed sadly.
"Yes, but she forgot everything. Well, you go on, just follow my instructions." Nonoko said as Natsume nodded and turned, walking straight ahead and then right, walking until he came to a fork in the road, and went left. He saw some lone houses that were desserted. He saw one house, and he saw something glinting in the snow. He stared at ti for a moment, before going to pick it up.
He saw that it was a golden ring with a fire inscription upon it. He knew that the fire emblem was they Hyuuga's mark, a teacher had said so before he sent him packing. Natsume looked at it for a few moments, then looked at the wall. He wondered how it had got there, if all the people in the palace had died except the maid.
He didn't know that the place he was standing was where he had knocked himself out, he didn't know the ring was his. He pocketed it, and walked on, his shoes scrunching in the snow as snow flakes gently fell onto him, and he soon game to large black iron gates, and one was open. He walked in slowly, and saw a girl standing there, her hair in pigtails as she stared at the palace, or what was left of it. He walked closer, and saw she was kind of thinking.
"Erm, excuse me." he said, and she turned and stared at him. Mikan saw a raven haired boy there, behind her. As far as she knew, she was the only one who visited the burned palace, but now another person was. She stared at him, and she saw he was very handsome.
"Er, what are you doing here? No one is permitted to come here but me." she said in a small voice as he stared at her and shrugged, like he cared about that. Mikan gulped and saw he didn't care, so she sighed and stared at the ground.
"You must be that maid who lived. Why did you live? Why didn't anyone else live?" Natsume asked as she glared at him, already hating him tremendously.
"Just plain luck, I guess! But I ask myself that, you know!" Mikan snapped, then turned her back to him and stared at the palace ruins, sighing as Natsume stared at the back of her head and shrugged, then turned around.
"Do you know of anywhere I can stay? I came all the way here, and I need to stay in a home or something. Anywhere free?" he asked curtly as Mikan looked at him and glared. Then she sighed and shrugged.
"I can't let you sleep on the streets now, can I? My guardian's told me to always take in others, no matter how conceited or pompous they act," Mikan said, angering Natsume a little.
"I am not conceited or pompous!" he snapped angrily as Mikan smirked then shrugged and turned around, walking towards the gate.
"You can stay with me, but I have only just moved out of my foster home, so it may not be tidy. And try to act nice, not like you can, anyway." Mikan mumbled as he growled and glared at her. She was ticking him off already and he was ticking her off. They had already sparked a hatred between each other.
Mikan walked ahead as Natsume followed her. He wondered how a spiteful, annoying girl like her could live from such a terribel fire that killed everyone else. But he followed her, seeing as she said she would give him a place to stay because she believed that people shouldn't leave anyone outside in the coldness.
He followed Mikan to her new home in silence. She was near the palace, so nobody actually lived near her. Mikan was just happy being near the place she was found so many years ago in that fire. Natsume walked in and scrunched up his nose.
"You live in this dump." he sneered as Mikan turned to glare at him.
"Sorry, but it's the only place I can live in! I was in a foster home so I am not exactly a princess." Mikan snapped angrily as he glared at her. This would be tough, the two past-friends in hatred...
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Well that's another chappie done, guys! I hope you liked it and Mikan was so harsh, hm? hahaha. Well, hope you enjoyed this one! I need to go write chapter three, so adios, love ya, bai bai!
Love Blue -Niagra!
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