Fire-fly
By: tangerine kisses
Disclaimer: I do own not gakuen alice…
Aetai noni ienai nami ni osarete
Mata sukoshi tooku naru
I want to meet you, but I can't see you.
The waves will push me away, and we again drift further
She sat still, her auburn hair callously bellowed with the intimate wind.
Her lips taunt in a straight line, her skin pale as moonlight. Her vivid brown pools distracted and undimmed.
A distinct shiver ran through her spine. Her thin frail fingers wounded around her own body, slightly as if it deemed.
She wore a pink lengthened sweater, made from fine yarned silk. It had silver buttons that shone brightly, and butterfly embroideries that glittered astoundingly. It had overlapped her patent checkered uniform.
Her short skirt moved up her knees as its simple polo fitted her perfectly. Her legs were adorned with clear white pocket socks, basically paired with dusty brown school shoes.
Slowly her breath came out ragged from the intensity of the weather; the wintriness flew from campus to campus, spreading the frostiness of the season.
The autumn leaves flew from the stick like branches, its bold hue created a distinct superiority. The sky regarded each individual with utter nothingness, as it moved steadily without rhythm.
The once then fluff of clouds reckoned none. And the waned moon, not to be seen...
Her auburn eyes darted up front, children's of all ages roomed the quiet streets, quaint shop keepers seemed unhurried.
A child perhaps 10 of age ran around in circles, her face filled with unseen joy, her lips jovially smiling.
The child's long blond hair whipped from her face round, yet she gave no notice to it. Her clothes indicated herself as a typical grade-schooler.
The girls eyes sought hers.
She took hold of gleaming emerald pools, directly tipped onto her auburn ones.
She dimmed unresponsive, yet out of a sudden the child's lips offered hers a quaint smile.
The girl had turned away from her for it had suddenly collided with a lean individual. Her hands whirled around in an expressive way; a smile had suddenly graced her once taunt lips.
The lean boy had silver locks; he looked cool in a sensible way, as his stance seemed oh so familiar.
Abruptly, a scene came crashing through her mind.
A similar girl had suddenly hurtled onto a similar boy, yet her eyes had been mahogany brown, her auburn tresses curled in a pig-tailed fashionable way.
The tall lean boy mussed dark locks and a-blazing crimson pools. His lips had been curved into a smirk; hers drifted to shock and hatred.
The scene played perfectly comparable, the lines seemingly analogous.
Swiftly as they had met on, her auburn tresses had burned on its tips, the shock and disbelief flashed through her eyes.
'Never… Never again…'
The distant memory brought back amusement and glee, yet out of nowhere crystalline tears fell from her dark glazed pools.
The tiny droplets of water gave away the blank residue of the driving madness she had felt.
The diversion meant to her none but disappointment; the familiar disillusionment filled her heart. Her mind felt confused and hurt, her soul said nothing but distress.
Her eyes reflected the frustration she had been fighting, and yet her being felt regret.
'Why?'
The tears fell in gushed torrents, yet no sound echoed through.
'Why did it had to be you?'
She needed him, just like he needed her.
The lone truth would never be changed, then why was she so stubborn?!
She had denied them by her own; the denial came from herself and no one else.
And now, everything's gone... everything…
The smiles, the memories…
The laughter and the moments…
Everything… faded away…
She still heard the distant voices that had called to her, the shouts of help, and the cries of panic on that day.
She still remembered the shock that had surged her whole being, as she saw huge luminous flames, enigmatically surrounding the whole northern campus.
The cries and the helpless calls of assistance, the screams and the exclamations, whimpered from terror.
She saw the trees, caught in a chain of fires.
The once tall buildings crashed down leaving people shocked from the dread and horror.
She stood in the middle of everything, she possessed the most exceptional alice, the alice that caused the death of millions, the alice they had been after.
The alice that had caused this all.
Her alice.
Her knees felt weak, yet in no way could've she moved it an inch, her body trembled from fear and distraught.
Her slim arms lay by her side, unmoving. Golden brown tresses spilled from her shoulders, bellowing from the intensity of the hot damp air.
Her brown pools stared dissonantly, the once usual twinkling orbs now stood blankly void of anything.
Nothing except desperation.
She was impassive of the moving body, feet's away from her own, devoid of anything else but to kill her, it moved swiftly.
Its bloody arms raised high to her head.
A gun in its hands.
She paid no attention, she felt no redemption.
Just as the assassin pulled the trigger, crimson eyes caught hers from a millimeter apart.
His face showed no unusual emotion, it was exceptionally simple; his lips were in a taunt straight line, his right cheek bruised with red blood.
His stance seemed amazingly the same, the lazy way he held her in his arms never faltered.
Yet just as her head tipped unto his neck, the view from behind surged her brain with unfaltering dread.
There stood the bloody assassin, the gun from his hands fired off.
The shot seemed to echo through her mind, as if it was playing so softly.
The shrill of the bullet seemed uncomprehending. Just as it went straight through, she heard a familiar voice.
The unfaltering, persistent voice that annoyed her to tears, the constant voice that gave her faith, the unwavering tone he used with her, and only with her.
The voice she would never get wrong.
The lone voice she fell madly in love with.
"Baka youjo…"
The resolution that echoed through her mind suddenly snapped.
The cries, the screams seemed to come to life.
She heard every drop, she felt every brush. Everything seemed to deem in on her.
She felt his weight double in on her, and her heart gave a shrill cry.
"NATSUME!!"
She fell on her knees; his bloody bitter body lay on her arms.
Warm red blood seeped through her fingers, yet she felt no warmth at all.
She searched his face; his blazing crimson pools had disappeared now. His breathing ragged and hectic.
Gushes of cold tears fell from her eyes, the crystalline droplets mingling along with the red blotches on her shirt.
She engulfed his lean body with hers, while as she cuddled by his neck.
"Natsume! Wake up! Open your eyes!"
Her cries left along echoing the ragging souls from the battle, the crossfire had deemed unspeakable.
She held him in her arms, her arms stretched along his body unnervingly; she embraced him and all of his being.
More no less, she could've never let him go…
Never…
"Natsume… please wake up… cant you hear me?! Natsume!!"
Her body overcame with flinching sobs, her tears unstoppable.
" Baka!! Baka natsume!! Don't do this natsume… DON'T LEAVE ME!!"
Just as the words came, a blinding light engulfed the whole flaming area.
The buildings were covered with white shimmering light, the trees hidden by the white canopy.
The light swallowed everything in voided space. A stifled sob came from the kneeling shadow, as she clutched his lifeless frame.
"Don't go natsume…"
Before everything went into oblivion…