A Journey of a Lost Soul
Chapter Four: The Late Night Visitor
"Hey guys! Did you hear? There's a guy who says he's the greatest martial artist in the universe." Koko announced throughout the entire classroom.
"He's so full of himself!" Anna said
"What division is this guy?" Nonoko said
"He's in the elementary division, I guess." Koko replied
"Just because he has the fight alice, doesn't mean he could brag it to the entire world." Nonoko said
"Yeah. To think he's just in the elementary division." Anna said
"How old is he anyway?" Nonoko said
"7 years old, I guess…" Koko said
"That young?" Anna asked
"Yup." Koko said
The bell rang and each student went out one by one back to his or her dorms.
They ended the class at exactly 3:oo pm.
Mikan came by again to fetch Atsushi and Kyousuke. They went off to go to Central town. The elementary student was there to challenge all that want to come near him.
"You there… I can tell you can fight…" the student said
"Are you talking to me?" Mikan asked
"Yes, you!" he replied, "fight me…"
"And why should I?" Mikan said in reply
" 'Coz I said so…" the kid said
"Sorry, little guy. I got somewhere else to go…" Mikan said, as she patted hi s head.
"Don't call me little, baka." The student said
"Ah! I know you! You're being talked about in the classroom!" Mikan said
"Well, you'd better…" he said
"Sorry, little guy. I'll play another time." She turned away.
"Don't turn your back on me, you fat cow!"
Mikan stopped in her tracks. She turned to the little boy with a dark smile
"What did you call me?"
"I said "fat cow." Got any problem with that?" he said arrogantly.
Mikan shadowed the kid. She placed the whole of her palm on the boy's head.
"One thing you should never call a girl, little boy, is fat."
"Really? I'll say it again. Fat. Fat. Fat."
Three nerves popped out from Mikan. She moved away from the boy and clenched her fists.
"You wanna fight? Come on! I can take you!"
Mikan moved her fist so close and so fast that the boy didn't have time to think of defending. He closed his eyes and prepared for the impact. A few moments later, yet, he still didn't feel the impact.
He opened his eyes and Mikan's fist was inched from the boy's face.
"Don't be too arrogant, little one. Also, don't threaten anyone who you know you can't take head on. Don't pretend to be strong when you obviously can't carry your own self. And lastly, don't ever forget this. Never, ever call a girl fat."
The boy nodded in everything she said and felt fear. Mikan relaxed her fists and flicked the boy's forehead.
"Remember that, and you'll survive." Mikan reverted back and smiled, "now go, someone's looking for you."
With that she turned away. The little boy stopped her with his hand, "thank you, onee-san."
"You're welcome. And please, call me Mikan."
"Alright. Thanks again, Mikan-senpai." He said and took a bow. Then, he ran off.
"What a sad life that kid lives." Mikan thought.
"Mikan-sama!" Atsushi called.
"I was waiting for you guys." Mikan said and smiled.
"Here's your drink. You must be thirsty." Kyosuke interjected.
"Oh, thanks." Mikan said as she took the beverage from Kyosuke.
She took a sip from her drink. So did the two. "Let's head back."
"Of course, Mikan-sama." Atsushi said.
From afar, there was a crimson-eyed boy watching their every move.
"Tch. Idiots." He thought
Mikan then took both of their hands, "Atsushi. Kyosuke. You guys, from now on, please don't call me Mikan-sama. We're friends. Not subordinates. Okay?" she smiled.
The two guys blushed.
"But, it would be inappropriate to call you anything else." Atsushi said.
"I think I'd prefer to call you Mikan-sama. You are above me, us, in every way."
"Aw, guys. Mikan-chan. I'd prefer that. Please don't call me anything else."
"But-" the two guys said in sync. Both of them were cut off.
"No 'but's guys." She said.
They were both silent.
"From now on, please call me Mikan-chan."
They both nodded in defeat.
"Good." She smiled and pulled both their hands closer to her, "I've got something to tell you.
She kissed Atsushi's left cheek. Then, she kissed Kyosuke's right cheek. Then, the two boys blushed.
"Mikan-sa-" Atsushi stopped in his own words, "Mikan-chan, what were you going to tell us?"
She pulled them closer and whispered something that the crimson-eyed boy couldn't hear.
The two boys were blushing like crazy. Mikan then pulled them to take them back to their dorms.
"What the hell? Is that idiot making her first adult move?" he thought, "Tch. Whatever. Idiot."
He said that with burning rage and jealousy in his head. He came back to his dorm and was greeted by Ruka.
"Natsume." He called, "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. Tch. Idiots will always be idiots."
"Sakura-san. Are you bothered by her?"
"No. Just don't mind it."
Their conversation halted when they heard Mikan.
"So, guys, don't forget tomorrow, okay?"
"Er, yeah. Mikan-chan." There was a bit of hesitation in Atsushi's words.
"Okay. Goodnight then." She smiled and wrapped her arms around Atsushi's neck and hugged him and kissed his cheek yet again. Then she did the same to Kyosuke.
They both blushed like crazy yet again.
The two boys who saw the scene were silenced. She walked away and waved back as she completely disappeared from their view. The crimson-haired boy was angrier than ever. The blond-haired boy felt envy.
"Sakura-san…" Ruka thought with shock and envy.
Natsume saw his reaction. "Whatever. I'll go to bed. You should, too."
"Yeah." Ruka said in an inaudible whisper.
They parted ways, both with raging jealousy.
On the other hand, Mikan slumped in her bed. She closed her eyes. Then, someone jumped in her window.
"Chinmoku-san."
Mikan didn't move. She knew she had a late night visitor.
"I have a message for you." The person left a letter on the floor the disappeared.
"Yare yare. I just got back and I already have a mission?" she thought.
The letter floated and flew into Mikans's hand. It had a red seal. Mikan sat upright immediately. Without opening it, she already knew and read the message.
She hastily changed her clothes and jumped from her window. Her evening just got spoiled all because of her late night visitor.