Well it's taken me forever but I finally have chapter three revised! Took me forever as I worked on two other projects, the Silent Abuse Rewrite and Don't Jump, both of which are extremely depressing... but yeah.

So please enjoy my revise of chapter 3 and please please please please please review. It's not hard. Just press the little button on the bottom of the screen and write something. You don't even have to be logged in... Please? ( I sound so desperate)

~Sunechirei


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Somewhere in the ghettos of Tokyo, a cloaked figure was muttering incoherently. Somewhere in the distance, someone screamed and the person turned around quickly. Their hood fell off revealing the face of a young woman in her late twenties. She had waist length, silver hair, and her eyes were covered by a pair of black sunglasses.

The street lamps towered above her, giving off just enough light so that she could see where she was going.

When all was silent again, she began to walk briskly into an alley. Suddenly, she heard the footsteps of her pursuers.

"There she is!" one of them yelled. The women broke out into a run, her footsteps echoing around the maze of back-streets. A loud shot cracked from behind her. A bullet flew past her, barely grazing her skin. Red blood trickled down her cheek, but she ignored it and continued running.

"Stop where you are!" a man yelled, not far behind. When the woman didn't comply, he said, "Then you give me no choice." He pulled out his gun and aimed at her.

Before the woman could hear the sound of the gun firing, she felt the pain of the lead bullet digging into her side.

She collapsed as she clutched her torso, blood covering her hands. Using all of her willpower, she stifled a scream before she fell unconscious. The two men caught up with her. One crouched beside her to make sure she wasn't dead, while the other took out a phone and dialed a number

"Mission complete, the target has been taken into custody." he said.
"Excellent work." an icy voice said on the other line, "Come back to head quarters immediately."


Mikan

There was a loud bang on Mikan's door, startling her into a half awake state. With an irritated look on her face, she glanced at the clock

4:30... she thought fuzzily, great.

She let out a groan and covered her head with her soft pillow. Eventually the knocking stopped. Mikan sighed with relief, then the door blasted open with an explosion that probably woke up the entire dorm. Mikan sat up in bed and glared at the intruder.

Baka! Baka! Baka!

It was Hotaru, of course. Mikan rolled over in an attempt to dodge her dangerous baka gun, but ended up falling off the bed instead. Hotaru heaved a sigh.

"You really are an idiot, Mikan." she stated calmly. Mikan sat up and glared at her.

"I'm the idiot! Your the one breaking into my room at frikin' four-thirty in the morning! What the hell is wrong with you!" the brunette scream-whispered. Hotaru just rolled her eyes. Mikan exhaustively climbed back into her queen-sized bed, wishing for the warm comfort of her blankets. "What do you want?" Mikan asked irritably.

Hotaru sighed and sat down at the edge of Mikan's bed, pushing a lock of her black hair out of her eyes, though she said nothing.

"Hello?" Mikan chided irritably. It was too early for her to deal with this kind of nonsense.

"This is the only efficient time I can talk to you." Hotaru finally replied. Mikan looked at her exasperated. "During the day there was always someone watching you." she explained, "I couldn't figure out who it was but I need to talk to you privately."

"And this person, they aren't watching me now? Also, how do you know this stuff?

"Because I have instruments that can tell me these things and no, they aren't watching you."

Mikan considered this. "Okay, I guess, what do you need."

"What about your past do you remember." Hotaru asked.

Mikan just stared at her, dumbfounded, then looked down and thought of the last time she had tried to remember anything that had happened more than four years ago.

"I don't remember anything." Mikan said shrugging. "And when I try to remember my body acts weird and I tend to faint."

"Well then what is the first thing you do remember." Hotaru pressed.

Mikan refused to tell her, shaking her head furiously. Hotaru glared at Mikan suspiciously but didn't push for information.

"Well it's really early, try to get some more sleep." Hotaru said.

"I was asleep until you came blasting into my room..." Mikan muttered lying back down. Hotaru rolled her eyes again and exited the room, leaving Mikan to finally sleep again.


The sleep had come easily to Mikan, but heading to class that day was a much greater challenge. There were so many girls calling her names, laughing at her and doing what ever they could to make Mikan's day miserable.

Finally, she made it to the classroom, her clothes ruffled and self a steam getting lower by the minute.

She wrenched open the door, hoping to get some peace but was annoyed to see that quite a few students had already made it to the classroom. Mikan groaned and leaned against the door frame. She didn't understand what was going on, but she wanted to know.

"Ah, Mikan!" someone called from inside the crowded room. Mikan looked up to see a pink-haired girl standing in front of her, a smile plastered on her face. It was Anna, a girl that had become fast friends with Mikan. "So, how was your first night here?"

Mikan forced a smile. "It was fine, thanks." Anna smiled, her eyes shut tight as her friend, Nonoko, walked up to them. It seemed as though both of these girls knew Mikan beforehand.

"Hey, Mikan, there are a lot of people, well, glaring at you. Why is that?" Nonoko asked as they walked to Mikan's desk.

"If I knew I would tell you..." Mikan muttered. Anna and Nonoko exchanged glances.

"I have a feeling it's Kokori." Nonoko began, "It seems to me that she hates you. Did you do something to her?"

"No. I don't even really know who she is."

"Well you better figure it out before something really bad happens to you." A tired voice said suddenly. Mikan jumped and turned to witness Hotaru lay her head on the table in front of her. "I wonder what's eating Nogi." she muttered dreamily.

Mikan looked around to see what her friend was talking about and spotted a sullen Ruka sitting next to Sumire.

"I'm sure he is fine Ruka." Sumire said kindly, one of her hands laying comfortingly on Ruka's shoulder. It didn't seem to help at all. Intrigued, Mikan stood and headed over to the two of them.

"What's wrong, Ruka?"

The boy looked up at her revealing his dark eyes. It was obvious he hadn't slept.

"Oh hey Sakura. It's my friend, Natsume... he's been missing since yesterday"

"What did you just say!" a girl nearby asked. She rushed over to Ruka, closely followed by the other girls in the class and they pushed Mikan out of the way. Hotaru walked up, a curious look on her tired face.

" So, what was that all about?" She asked in a hushed voice.

"Apparently that Natsume kid has gone missing." Mikan replied, a little peeved at the idiotic headed towards them again.

"Hey! What is wrong with you? Why did you just suddenly crowd around Ruka?"

Almost simultaneously the girls turned to face Mikan. Kokori, the leader, pushed her way towards Mikan, a smirk on her face.

"You wouldn't understand." She scoffed, "Natsume, the hottest guy in school, is missing. That is a problem. But of course you wouldn't care. After all, you hate him." She turned back towards Ruka and began bombarding him with questions.

Mikan stood there in total shock, not knowing what she should say. Luckily for her the door slammed opened and a man with a frog on his shoulder walked in.

"Sit down everyone!" he hissed. The students scrambled to their seats. "For the new student, I am Jinno, your math teacher. You are not allowed to use your alice, and whoever disrupts my class will be punished." He glared in Mikan's general direction and Mikan figured that she had caused some kinda incident when she had attended this school years before.

Jinno began his lecture almost as soon as the bell signaling the start of class rang. No one talked, only taking notes. Mikan began to get irritated at the silence of the class when a piece of paper slid on top of her notes.

Ignore those girls. They know nothing about you and they are just jealous of you. What do you really think of Natsume? It read. Mikan smirked and answered Hotaru.

I don't know... I mean I've only seen him. I haven't met him yet, but I think it's kinda strange that he would be pulled out of class.

Mikan slid the note underneath Hotaru's notebook. The writing was in English. Hotaru's answer was in German.

That used to happen a lot, but it stopped about two years ago... I think that your return is the reason that Persona had called him out of the class.

Mikan froze as she read the last sentence.

What was my relationship with this Natsume guy?

You two were really close.

Mikan looked at Hotaru disbelievingly. She was about to respond when she felt cold eyes boring into her back. Looking up, Mikan saw Jinno glaring at her with cold eyes.

"Give me the note."

"What are you talking about?" Mikan asked with feigned innocence. Jinno narrowed his eyes.

"Now." he hissed.

"There is no note." Mikan lied. She slid the note under her math notebook and watched her teacher intently. He was about to say something when the door banged open.

In the door way stood Natsume. His body showed his obvious exhaustion though his face sullen and depressed. He looked up at the class and his eyes met Mikan's.

Her vision went blurry and then black.


Something was happening: kind of like an out-of-body experience. I saw myself. But I was different. Younger. Giddier. I was wearing the same uniform as I wore in my dream, but this time it was in tact, and my hair was pulled into two long pigtails. Narumi was standing next to me, talking to the class. I guessed that he was introducing me, but I couldn't hear anything that was going on.

Soon, the students all crowded around my younger self. They seemed to be congratulating me on something while a man with black hair was crying pathetically, clinging to Narumi.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a young boy stood in the doorway. He had many cuts and bruises on his body, and was wearing the same cat mask that I had seen in my little vision earlier. I had a feeling that this was the younger version of Natsume.

He stalked angrily into the classroom. When he passed by the person who I guessed was a younger Sumire, she started to talk to him, but he kicked her desk, scaring her. I gasped. Why was he so angry. I watched intently, but the scene began to fade away slowly. I shook my head, but I was once again enveloped into unconsciousness.


Mikan slowly opened her eyes. A bright light hung over her head.

She groaned at the realization that she was in the hospital and covered her eyes to try and block out the light. Someone must have been in the room because they came over.

"Are you alright, Miss Sakura?"

Mikan nodded. "What happened."

"Oh you gave us quite a scare. You suddenly collapsed in the middle of class! Not only that, but your blood pressure dropped greatly. Dr. Oisha thought that you might not make it." who ever the person was seemed happy to be saying this.

"Idiot! Don't tell her that!" someone scolded. Uncovering her eyes, Mikan slowly sat up and looked around the room, still not quite used to the brightness of the room. She saw could barely make out two figures, a nurse and Hotaru.

"What are you doing here?" Mikan muttered irritated.

"Can you leave for a moment?" Hotaru asked the nurse, completely ignoring her friend. After the nurse left, she turned towards Mikan. "You fainted in class, you idiot. What happened?"

"I… don't... know" Mikan lied.

"Please stop lying. You're not very good at it."

Mikan breathed in sharply before turning to Hotaru. "Why shouldn't I lie? I mean I just met you yesterday, why should I tell you things that even my mom doesn't know. Who do you think you are!" She took a deep breath before continuing. "I may have known you before but right now I know almost nothing about you. How do I know that you aren't trying to hurt me or something?"

Hotaru looked down, dejected. She said nothing before standing and leaving. Mikan sighed but her relief didn't last long. Someone else entered the room.

"Please just leave me alone." Mikan begged.

"Well, look at our little kitten." It was the same chilling voice as yesterday. Mikan stiffened. "What did happen I wonder." He smirked.

"What do you want with me?" she whispered. Persona laughed coolly.

"Tsk tsk, little kitten, do you really expect me to answer you?" he walked closer to the bed. "You are just our little kitten. None of this is important to you right now." he reached a hand behind Mikan. She was frozen in her spot. She felt his cool hand on the back of her neck.

"Good night, little kitten." he whispered and Mikan fell asleep.


Natsume

"What the hell is going on." Natsume hissed as soon as he saw Imai exit the hospital. Watching Mikan faint in front of him was not something he wanted to see again. Hotaru glared at him and stalked past without answering. Natsume grabbed her arm and repeated his question.

"Natsume..." Ruka said quietly. "You aren't going to get an answer out of Imai right now." Hotaru ripped her arm out of Natsume's grasp and stormed off. "When she's upset like that she won't talk."

"Of course you would know." Natsume muttered angrily. Ruka sighed.

"I'm sure Sakura is fine. What ever happened must have been connected to lack of sleep or something. Anyway, what happened to you?"

"The Principal has decided to put me back on missions." Natsume muttered distantly. He really wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

"That's what I figured, but why?"

"How am I supposed to know. I'm just their puppet, nothing more." he left Ruka alone and headed to the dorms. It wasn't long before he made it to his room and he collapsed on the bed, not sure about what he was going to do about all of this. Mikan had fainted almost as soon as Natsume had made eye contact with her and Natsume knew that that was the cause.

The next day Natsume and Ruka made their way to class early, hoping to get there before anyone else did. Luckily for them, the class was empty. Sighing, Natsume sat down at his seat, hoping that he could talk to Mikan today. The door opened and a couple of other people came in including...

"Ah, Natsume," someone squealed, "how are you? I was worried after you ran out of the class yesterday. Are you hurt?" Kokori placed her hands on Natsume's table and leaned over in an obvious attempt to flirt.

"What do you want." Natsume hissed without looking at her. His eyes were still glued to the door in anticipation.

"I was wondering if you and Ruka wanted to go to central town with me on Sunday." she said sheepishly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

Ruka shifted uncomfortably in his seat and glanced at Natsume. He was still refusing to look at Kokori, which was starting to get on the girl's nerves. She began to pout when the door opened once more and Hotaru entered.

She looked over at the boy's situation, grinned and walked over to them.

"Well hello there Kokori. What are you doing here?" she asked, "I figured that you would be crying your eyes out after Hyuuga left you alone yesterday. You were pretty upset when he followed me to the hospital."

"I knew he would be back today, Imai, please leave." Kokori snuffed. She flipped her hair away from her face before getting into a glaring match with Hotaru.

"Should we stop this?" Ruka asked slowly. Natsume shook his head.

"There's no way... what ever her name is would hurt Imai in front of us and Imai can take care of herself."

"Okay..."

It wasn't long before Kokori gave up and stormed to her seat. Looking extremely satisfied, Hotaru turned back towards the two boys.

"Acting the way I did yesterday was a horrible thing for me to do. I know you care about Mikan as well and I should have answered you. Also, you best be careful, Mikan's coming back today." Natsume and Ruka looked up at her.

"Did you just apologize?" Ruka asked at the same time Natsume inquired, "Why are you trying to help me?"

"I did no such thing Nogi and if you tell anyone I did don't be surprised when you have a horrible day." Ruka shuddered. "And I'm not helping you, Hyuuga, I'm helping Mikan. You were one of the only people who made her really happy back then and I want that to be again. Don't get conceited." she turned away and stalked to her seat.

"That makes sense. Sakura is one of the only people who Hotaru tries hard to keep happy." Natsume nodded at his friends logic and looked at the door just in time to see Mikan walk through.

She looked somewhat normal, but she was glancing around, almost as if she didn't want to have any kind of contact with any one in the class. Her eyes landed on Hotaru and she smiled, though is seemed she was embarrassed.

Natsume sighed as she disappeared into the crowed and leaned against the back of his chair. Ruka laughed at Natsume's reaction, drawing the attention of a few people as it wasn't very often that you heard Ruka laugh. Mikan and Hotaru were two of the people who heard. Hotaru pulled out a camera and Mikan headed towards them, but was interrupted by the teacher entering the room. The rest of the students scrambled to their seats and sat quietly.

Natsume sighed, relieved. It would have been awkward to meet Mikan at that point. He began to relax as Narumi shuffled a few papers around on his desk and looked up at the class.

"Okay everyone, I'll be busy today, so today is a free-day! Bye" Narumi said happily before rushing out of the room. Natsume groaned as the rest of the class began to divide into their small groups again. He looked around in time to see Mikan and Hotaru heading back towards them.

"Hey Ruka!" she chirped as she headed towards them. Natsume covered his eyes in an attempt to keep Mikan from trying to have a conversation with him. It didn't work

"You must be Natsume." Mikan said sweetly, "It' s nice to finally meet you." she smiled and held out her hand in greeting. Natsume acted like he wanted nothing to do with her, though he was hating every minute of it. She crossed her arms in frustration.

"What are you dong around Natsume?" someone across the room screeched. Natsume flinched at the sound of the voice and saw Kokori heading towards them

Natsume resisted the urge to strangle her.

Mikan turned around and asked what Kokori mean. Kokori ignored her, pushing past and leaning down to face Natsume.

"Hey Natsume," her voice had turned sickly sweet, "I think that Mikan here is a bad influence. I think you should stay away from her. You too, Ruka."

"And why is that?" Mikan asked dangerously. Quite a few students were watching them now but neither girl seemed to notice.

"Well, you were saying rude things about Natsume even though you guys had never even met before, and who knows what you say about Ruka when he's not around."

"Um... we are here." Ruka said quietly, though ended up being ignored.

"I was just saying what I felt. Now please go away. I want to talk to Ruka."

"You don't deserve to talk to Ruka. I mean, who would go around behind someone's back and talk trash about them?"

"You would."

By now the whole class was watching the exchange. Kokori huffed and turned to Natsume.

"Well Natsume, what are you going to do about her." Kokori was angry. It was obvious that Kokori couldn't handle this on her own and as much as Natsume wanted to watch the girl fall and burn, he realized that he was going to have to do something.

"Go away." He muttered. Kokori recoiled from him.

"You are choosing her? Over me?" she whimpered.

"No," Natsume replied the anger building up inside of him, "both of you get out of my sight."