CHAPTER 3: The Dream-And Being Sweet!
It was the most horrible night of my entire life. Images of demons and deaths haunted my peaceful, usually howalon-filled dreams. But nothing compared to the one dream that I had that night. It was so real, it was more of a premonition than a dream...
"Natsume!" I screamed. I found him on his bed, inside his bedroom. I followed the screams of agony that was causing the academy's mean temperature to go right up. The moment I noticed it was getting hotter, I knew where to go.
I found him alright. But he was not bleeding. The damage seemed to be from the inside. There was no blood anywhere.
"Mi...kan..." said Natsume feebly. His voice was slowly fading away. I was alarmed.
I tried to heal him, but it was infallible that the pain was not subsiding. Still, I tried harder to heal him, and although I felt that my life was growing ever shorter with every second that I tried to revive him, I cared less.
'This is Natsume, Mikan,' I tried to remind myself continuously, 'This is Natsume you're saving.'
At last, it seemed to have worked. But after a few minutes, Natsume started breathing so fast, then no more. I tried to heal him. But nothing worked. He was...Natsume was...
"Natsume is NOT DEAD!" I screamed.
"Polka! Polka! Wake up!" said a voice...a very familiar voice...
"No, Natsume! Natsume! NO! NATSUME! DON'T DIE!" I yelled on.
"BAKA! I'm not dead! I'm in front of you! Hey! MIKAN!" screamed Natsume. I woke up the moment I heard my name being called, but then I heard the scuffling of footsteps, and Natsume was gone, only to be replaced by more scuffling, and Natsume appeared with Hotaru.
"Mikan! Mikan wake up!" said a gentle, monotonous voice.
"Hotaru? Natsume! Thank God you're alright!" I said, and, well, I was out of my mind you see, I hugged Natsume and cried.
"Mikan..." said Natsume. He let my long brunette hair fall to his back. Hotaru unbelievably smiled. She mouthed to Natsume,
'Enjoy the moment while you can.'
Natsume nodded, and he hugged back.
THAT MORNING...
"Mikan! Congratulations!" was the most common shout to me by everyone, instead of the usual Good Mornings and His.
"I--What? Oh, Thank You, What--" Then I saw Natsume.
"What's going on?" I asked, rather warily.
"Hmp. You don't remember? We're together now," he said, with the shadow of a smile.
"WHAT??" I shouted.
"Last night, when you had the nightmare about me dying, you hugged me," he said while we walked to our classroom, "And that damn bestfriend of yours took a picture and posted it online and in the school bulletin board."
"Don't you damn Hotaru!" I said.
"Hmp," said Natsume. Gosh, what a retort. Always manages to keep my mouth shut.
"Oh...what have I gotten myself into?" I said.
"Well, Deal with it," said Natsume with a smirk. And he left me.
"Mikan!" said Yuu's voice.
"Oh! Hi Yuu...funny, that's almost like Ohayou!" I said.
"Yeah!" said Yuu. "Listen, I wanted to ask you something."
I was expecting it. Seeing as everyone in the school is practically gossiping about it.
"Mikan, are you and Natsume...sort of...together?" said Yuu uncertainly.
"Well, you know, I myself don't know," I said, "but Natsume said we are, so I guess we really are."
"Oh, well that's good," said Yuu, mumbling apparently to himself. But, was I hallucinating again, or was he teary-eyed? Anyway, Yuu left me too.
I had to walk alone towards our room, and on my way there, I met Narumi-sensei.
"Hi, Mikan-chan! You're early today...oh, Congratulations, Mikan!" said Narumi, and he entered the room. So did I.
When I entered the room, I was shocked to see every face staring at me, and Sumire GLARING at me. Whoa! I wasn't used to the attention, and I was even more shocked (and apparently, so was Sumire) when Natsume took my waist and led me to my chair. I thought he was gentlemanly today, but halfway through, he burned my hair.
"And I thought you were actually sincere!" I hissed at him.
Anna and Nonoko were acting kind of weird. They were giggling at my back. I took my mirror, checked my back, and blushed.
Written at the back of my blazer, Obviously in Fire writing, were seven words:
"I LOVE HER. SHE'S MY GIRL. DON'T TOUCH."
Okay. That's eight words. Scratch what I just said. That's it for today!
Okay, so I write REALLY SHORT chapters.
Promise I'll make it longer somehow.
Sorry!