Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice.

I know the previous chapter was not my most admired work, so I hope this makes up for it.


You remember the very first day she engulfed you with those russet eyes of hers.

You assumed she was different, but you were wrong. She is like everyone else; treacherous and callous. You were a heavy burden on her shoulders that could take so much, yet she never told you to lighten your weight on her shoulders.

You knew she was reluctant but you did not want to let her go because she was the only thing you had back then.

That is the difference, you laugh to yourself. It was back then and it is right now at the moment. She was "yours" back then and now she is released from this sinking darkness right now. You cannot touch her, no matter how hard you try to scrub the blemishes off your hands. You cannot pull her back into the darkness that has swallowed you whole.

You still cannot cry.

You remember, despite the circumstances, how she had deserted you when you had needed her most, you just did not realise it.

"Goodbye, Luna."

The bittersweet taste incorporated with those words did not reach your tongue back then. You thought her farewell tasted of fluff puffs and strawberry sundaes.

She was a pest, said the man who held your allegiance. He wanted you to lure her back into this sinking darkness. She was the instigator of this darkness, you believed, the very thing that sucks you inside out.

But, she was the only person who shed light in your life, reluctant or not, she was the only one.

But you still cannot cry.

You feel the tremor of your hands and legs, but you cannot let her have the satisfaction knowing you surrender. You remind yourself, this is for the best, over and over again but as the words are played in your mind, your heart is throttled.

Shiki finally speaks.

"Yuka Azumi; a mother, a warrior. May you always be remembered in the midst of all this darkness. You will always be our light."

He lets out a tear, but you still cannot cry.

"I'm sorry, Luna."

You remember the very last time she engulfed you with those russet eyes of hers.

She breathed her last, those three words leaving a bittersweet taste. Yet, you still foolishly thought it tasted of fluff puffs and strawberry sundaes. Your death is for the best, you convince yourself time and time again. When you hear the footsteps fade from a distance, you finally feel the tears shrouding your vision.

Finally, you speak with that voice that speaks of the truth, or so you think.

"I hate you, Yuka." As soon as those words leaves your mouth, you can finally taste it.

It strikes you, but you do not show the falter in your statement.

The bittersweet taste embedded with these words overwhelms your five senses inexplicably.

You realise it never tasted of fluff puffs and strawberry sundaes. It is bittersweet, just like your tears.


I refer this to Yuka's funeral in the manga. I thought that Luna's situation was very compatible with the concept of the original story, so I decided to give it a try. To the anonymous who so cowardly decided that calling my story "sh*t" would stop me from writing, well, you're wrong. I'm certainly not the best, but I don't try to put down people in the way you did for me. If your review did anything, it made me more confident. I hope you realise your attempt was futile and that you are not welcome to my stories if you find it that atrocious.

To the readers who have pointed out my mistakes yet approached me in a much ... kinder way, I thank you. This chapter is dedicated to Mishie Eru for the review that seriously threw me off! Did not deserve those kinds words so I hope this chapter will manifest my gratitude.

~I've Perfected Imperfection.