Believing The Impossible

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-Sorry for bad grammar and tenses-

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Chapter 2 : New Start

"Hands straight, push with your energy from inside your body, punch! Right, left, right, left, right, left!" A deep voice shouted commands after commands with a crisp tone, while the owner of the voice walks around the room, watching his students' every moves.

The weather feels humid. It made every student dripping heavily with sweat, since the workouts they've done are not easy either. Their breaths could be heard clearly, as they keep doing what their teacher said.

A sharp pair of hazel eyes watch all of it emotionlessly, while sitting on the nearby bench, gulping down the water in her bottle.

"You don't want to practice anymore, Mikan?" The teacher asked, eyeing the brunette who sat alone. "You said that you want to master this quickly."

The girl looked up, her hazel eyes soften as a smile grace itself on her full, cherry colored lips. "Tsubasa sensei." She greeted in a cheerful voice. "No thank you, I think I have enough. I will practice again tomorrow morning. Are you free?"

The teacher – Tsubasa – raked his hand through his raven hair and shook his head. "You are unbelievable Mikan. One time you said you want to practice hard, and the other time you would slack off like this."

Mikan pouted cutely. "Well, you know me, sensei. Stop forcing me to do something that I don't want to do, I'm already a black belt anyway." She replied, shrugging.

Tsubasa sighed and took a seat beside his favorite, 3 year student. "You know I don't like being called sensei by you, imouto. You make me feel like a stranger."

A jingling laugh escaped from Mikan as her hazel eyes shining with mirth. "Alright, arlight, Tsubasa-nii. It's just that it doesn't feel right to call you brother in a dojo like this."

Tsubasa smiled seeing his so called sister smiled again. He could see that her smile before was not a real smile, and she was hiding the sadness of her past.

"Now," Tsubasa said as he got up and ruffled Mikan's hair in the process. "I need to teach. You can go hit the shower if you are done, Mikan."

"Tsubasa-nii!" Mikan exclaimed, pushing his hand away and quickly fix her hair.

Tsubasa chuckled and waved. "You are free to go, imouto, and I already warned you not to show that kind of expression in front of me. I let you off this time, but you better not do it again." He said, walking back to the practice mats.

Mikan blew out a sigh and leaned back to the wall, pulling out her necklace which has a simple, titanium ring as its pendant.

"Am I that obvious?" She whispered to herself, staring at the ring intently.

She traced the carved words inside the ring slowly, savoring the moment as the pain in her heart started to come back.

Softly, she let out a bitter laugh while trying to hold back her tears. "Of course I'm that obvious, I clearly still can't forget him." She said again to herself.

She looked at the ring with longing eyes.

"Akira." She muttered, clenching the ring to her chest as she close her eyes, reminiscing the past.

"Hey, Mikan, please don't cry, I'm okay now." Akira softly said, patting his crying girlfriend with his good hand.

Mikan looked up to the battered body of her boyfriend. He was clearly not okay.

Broken leg and arm, bruised body, stiches on the headwound.

No, he was totally not okay.

"Stop saying that!" Mikan replied with teary voice. "I know you are not okay! So stop telling me that!"

Akira chuckled weakly. "Mikan." He called in a serious voice.

"What?" Mikan mumbled as an answer, wiping away her tears furiously.

Akira stared at Mikan's hazel eyes for a moment before finally opening his mouth, to say what's been inside his mind for these few days. "We should break up."

Mikan froze. She didn't expect that. At all.

"W-what?"

"You heard me, sweety." Akira said calmly, his clear blue eyes showed no emotion. "I think its better for us not to continue this relationship anymore."

"Why? Why Akira?" Mikan asked, nearly hysterical.

He was her childhood friend, her first love, her first boyfriend, and they have been in relationship for four years. Wasn't that long enough to stop anyone to think about breaking up? She already imagined him as her husband, having lots and lots of children and lived in a big house.

She thought that she would have her happy ending. Just like in the movies.

"Mikan, calm down." Akira tried to soothe her.

"Don't touch me, Akira." Mikan glared through her tears, jerking away from Akira's hold. "Just answer my question."

Akira sighed. He knew that she would took this badly, he didn't mean it at all. He too, wished that things would go smoothly and he could marry her, just like his promises when they were still little.

"Mikan, I couldn't put you at risk again like a few days ago. I spelled trouble, and I won't let you get dragged into it."

"You won't tell me what's your problem." Mikan replied in an accusing tone. She narrowed her eyes as her lips pursed into a thin line.

Akira let out another heavy sighed. "If I told you, you would be dragged into this." He said softly.

Mikan's eyes brimmed with tears. "You don't trust me. You never told me about this, and you just – just told me to fuck off without telling me anything!"

"Mikan." Akira was surprised, he didn't know – until now – that his girlfriend has some colorful words in her vocabulary.

"I want explanation, Akira, not this," growled Mikan. Her eyes shining with pain.

Akira automatically reached out, but took his hand back as he remembered that the pain was inflicted by him.

"I can't explain anything Mikan, and I really did this because I love you so much, I just can't stand to see the woman I love got hurt just because of me. It's better for you to search for someone else, someone that didn't involve in this kind of thing."

Mikan forced out a laugh. A sarcastic one. "You don't know me at all then Akira if you say like that."

"Mikan, I wasn't – "

"I don't want to hear another bullshit." Mikan cut harshly, grabbing her handbag and stood up.

"I'm sorry Mikan, I truly am." Akira spoke softly, his clear blue eyes showed nothing but love and sincerity.

Mikan trembled. She clenched her fists. "So this is goodbye?" She asked in a mocking tone. She appeared to be strong, only a trickle of tear was shown on her face. But deep inside, she was breaking, crumbling down, just like a broken wall.

Slowly, Akira nodded. "I love you, Mikan. Forever."

Mikan choked back her sobs, as she stormed out from the hospital, running as fast as she can to her apartment, so she can lock herself and poured out her suffocating pain.

"Mikan? Hey, I thought you already hit the shower." A light, cheery voice woke her up from her reverie.

Mikan open her eyes and jolt up. She stared at the boy who cut her train of thoughts.

"Koko." Mikan addressed her dojo friend. She picked up her things in a fast pace and tried to escape before he ask anything.

"Why the long face?" He asked, looking at her with curious brown eyes.

Too late. He noticed.

Mikan force a smile on her lips and she quickly put her innocent facade. "What do you mean?" She asked back, acting as if she doesn't know anything.

Koko wiped his dripping sweat with a small towel as he took a seat on the bench where Mikan sat before. His lips form into an easy smile and he gently tug on Mikan's hand. "Tell me what's wrong, Mikan. You know that you are a bad liar."

Mikan bit her lower lip. She could feel another set of tears coming and she doesn't want anyone to see her in that kind of state.

She looks at Koko with pleading eyes, showing fully her bubbling emotions that threatened to burst out. "Please, just let me go this time. I promise I would tell you another time."

Koko scrutinize Mikan for a moment, before letting her hand go and watching her dash to the bathroom. He would surely interogated her later on, although he already know the reason behind her strange act.

"Kokoro Yome."

Koko turned his head and arched an eyebrow, wondering why his teacher called him with his complete name.

"Is it him again?" Tsubasa asked, a frown etched on his chiseled face.

Koko slowly nodded. "Yeah. She still hasn't move on."

While running as quickly as she can to the bathroom, as her tears already streaming down her cheeks, dropping down on the floor as she tried to reach the shower cubicle faster.

When she already arrived there, she pulled out her towel and change of clothes from her locker, before slamming the cubicle door shut and break down.

"Why, why I can't forget you Akira? Why?! Just get out of my head already, its painful!" Mikan screams, clutching her head as sobs rake through her body.

Mikan craddled herself, trying to surpressed the pain which overflowing her, while trying to control her sobs and cries so that nobody would know.

After a good one hour crying out her pain and longing, she calm herself down, stand up, and wipe away the rest of her tears, making sure that she won't break down again anytime soon.

"I am so stupid." Mikan mumbled to herself, and turn on the shower, letting the warm water wash away all her tears, and soothe her pounding head. "Why I can't move on? It's been three years already, I should stop suffering with an unwanted love like this."

Knock, knock.

"Mikan-san?"

Mikan quickly turn off the shower and pull her towel to dry herself. She recognize the voice as one of the newbie girl in the dojo.

"Yes?" Mikan answered, her voice didn't show her break down she just had at all.

"Are you okay? Andou-sensei ask me to check on you." She replied, confusion clearly shown in her voice.

Mikan smiled. Tsubasa really cannot stop worrying over her.

"I'll be right out. Tell him to stop worrying."

"Okay, Mikan-san."

There is a fading running steps before finally the bathroom become silent again.

Sighing, Mikan step out from the cubicle, throwing her wet towel on the bench nearby and started to wear her clothes, a blue v-neck shirt with short jeans pants. After that, she quickly tidied up her bag, and put in her dirty clothes, her towels, and her bathing necessities like shampoo, soap, and etc inside the bag, and started to walk to the nearby mirror.

She scrunitize herself, applied some make up to cover her puffy eyes, and after making sure that there is no trace of her crying, she slip up her sandals and started walking out.

"Mikan!" Tsubasa rushed to her when he saw her exiting the bathroom. "What made you take a shower that long?"

Mikan shrug carelessly. "I'm a girl. What do you expect?"

Tsubasa sighed. "Mikan, you really – "

Let it go, Let it go

Can't hold it back anymore

Let it go, Let it go

Turn away and slam the door

(Disclaiming the Frozen song XD)

"Wait a min." Mikan said to her teacher and rummage around her bag, trying to find her handphone. When she found it, she press the green button on the screen and put the device on her ear.

"Baka."

Mikan roll her eyes. There is only one person who would call her like that.

"Hi, Hotaru. Is there anything that I can help you with?"

"Quit being so formal with me, idiot. I found you a job. As a secretary."

Mikan arch her eyebrow. "You really found me one?"

"What do you think?" Came Hotaru's voice in a harsh, icy tone.

Mikan can't help but laugh. Her eyes sparkling with happiness once more. "Thank you so much Hotaru! You really got me my dream job!"

Hotaru sighed. "You really have a weird taste in choosing a job."

"Hey, a secretary is a cool job."

"Only an idiot would think like that."

Mikan roll her eyes again. "Whatever Hotaru, you can't ruin my excitement." She said happily.

"Just do what you think is right, baka. Your first work will be tomorrow, 9 o'clock sharp in the morning. Don't be late, I won't be responsible if you are fired on your first day. The owner is famous for being strict with time. Don't mess up."

Mikan chuckled. "Alright. Thank you so much, Hotaru! I love you!"

"I know." Hotaru replied briefly, ending the call.

Mikan sighed happily and put back her phone in her bag.

"Looks like your mood has improved." Tsubasa commented, a playful smirk playing on his lips while his eyes shone with mischeviousness.

Mikan gave her teacher a light punch on the shoulder, making Tsubasa fake groaned in pain.

"Shut up, sensei. I know you're faking it. I'm going, I have to work tomorrow morning." Mikan said briefly, beaming at Tsubasa.

"So that's the reason behind your happiness. Alright, I hope for the best for you tomorrow, Imouto." Tsubasa replied, ruffling Mikan's hair.

This time, Mikan didn't utter any protest as she calmly fix her messy hair again.

"Thank you." Mikan said, giving Tsubasa a brief hug and started to walk away.

"See you in three days Mikan! Remember the Advance Class!"

Mikan rolled her eyes but smile nonethless. "Yes, yes noisy sensei."

Tsubasa chuckled and shook his head. It's a good thing that Mikan has cheered up a bit, he always feel uneasy and worried over her if Mikan left with a gloomy mood, which happened quite often these past years.

"Better get going." Tsubasa said to himself, walking leisurely back to his class.

What do you think? Please kindly tell me ;)

Newroz : Wow you are the first one sweety ;DD thank you so much! hahahaha XD It's nice to hear that you find the last chapter interesting :D

Gakaty : Thank you for your critics :D I'll try to be more careful in the grammar and tenses though hahaha thank you for your encouraging review!

Anilissa : HIIII XD Its nice to see you again ! hahaha another story with you ;D WOW. Yes, as you see he has survived, butt he didn't want to put Mikan in danger anymore and the story goes on ;) Ummm, truth to be told, I haven't think about what would Akira owed to Natsume LOL. I guess I will put that up in the future chapter hahaha I hope you like this one as well :D Thank you for reviewing dear XD

Signing out here XD

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