Let go: Chapter 4
Hi, I'm back! Wow, I'm on a roll.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice. I fact, before I didn't even own this fic! Many thanks to Creativesmurph who:
*Let me adopt "Let Go"
*And whose Username I've FINALLY managed to spell without help. XD
I apologize for the shortness of the chapters; the ones I write are about only half as long as the ones Creativesmurph wrote.
Mikan woke up feeling... different. Happy.
I feel happy? That's a first in 7 years.
Just then she just remembered the deal she had made with Jimmy.
Of course, the drugs. Would they really help me?
I suppose that's what I'm about to find out. She thought as she reached her bag of weed.
Rolling up a joint, she breathed in the smoke for a few minutes, letting herself be lost in her own fantasy.
A few hours later, a slightly dizzy but perfectly cheerful Mikan was late for class. Again.
"Late again, Mikan? Of course, you always are! DETENTION." Jinno screamed at her.
Blah, blah, blah, whatever. I'll just sleep in detention.
"Fine." Mikan flounced over to Hotaru, and hugged her.
"Hello Hotaru!"
BAKA!
BAKA!
BAKA!
Hotaru shot her with the baka gun.
"Give it up already!" Hotaru scowled.
Oh, you're all just talk. With your inventions and blah, blah, blah.
"Anyway, Happy Halloween everyone!" Mikan shouted to the class.
BAKA!
Another shot. "Stop embarrassing me." Hotaru groaned.
Today was Halloween, and the whole school had a free day to enjoy the attractions; a haunted house, a costume contest . . .
Normally, Mikan would have hated this day. She hated dragging her 'friends' all over the school. Hated looking at the stupid costumes of fairies and animals. Hated squealing at everything that moved in the haunted house, grabbing anybody's hand at no notice. With a buzz in her head, though, she felt ready to display any amount of false cheerfulness, disorientated or not.
"Come on, I wanna go to the costume contest first!" Mikan said excitedly, grabbing Ruka, Hotaru, and Natsume. "Let's vote on the cutest one!"
3 hours later...
"Dear God, if I see another Hello Kitty costume again..." Ruka groaned.
"You won't have to; we're going to the haunted house now! Eek! I can't wait." Mikan squealed.
"You can't wait to scream like a 7-year-old and grab someone's arm like nobody's business?" Hotaru asked. "Because I'm bringing along my new Baka cannon. It could blow your face off if you're not careful."
Pfft, you and your inventions. Why don't you invent something that doesn't have the word baka in it?
The three entered the house, and two minutes in, Mikan screamed, "OMG it's a skeleton!" grabbing Hotaru's arm.
BAKA!
"Idiot!"
This pattern continued until they got halfway through the house.
Haha, this is fun. I get to see all the pretty pictures!
They were looking at a swinging axe that rose in height, left, right, up, down. While the other two moved on, Mikan stared at it transfixed. Normally she wouldn't bothered by something that was probably a crudely carved piece of wood, but she felt the thing was strangely magic.
It's so pretty. She thought dreamily. It's just like one of those sparkly pendants I saw in the jewelry shops . . .
She was so transfixed that she didn't notice the rope slowly breaking.
CRASH! The axe fell right where Mikan was standing only an instant before.
"Dammit, Mikan! Are you too dumb to defend yourself?" Natsume shouted in frustration, running over.
The rope had snapped, and the axe fell. Mikan was too distracted to realize that it was coming right at her, until it was too late for her to save herself. Ruka pushed her out of the way, but not before her ankle was hit by a piece of the debris.
"Huh? Ruka?" The incident had snapped her out of her drug induced stupor, and her eyes squeezed shut in pain. "Ow . . ."
Dammit! If I hadn't taken those drugs, I would have been able to get away in time. Now I have busted ankle to look forward all week.
Ruka got up, unhurt.
"Your ankle. It looks broken."
NO DUH.
Ruka scooped her up in his arms. "I'm going to take you to the infirmary, alright? Try not to move."
"Okay. Th-thanks, Ruka . . ." Sniffled Mikan.
I can't believe everybody saw that! Dear God, if anyone figures out I've been taking drugs because of that . . .
That was the last thing she thought of before she passed out from the pain.
"Mikan! Are you up yet?"
Mikan opened her eyes to find herself looking at Ruka. "Wha? Yeah, I'm up Ruka-Pyon."
I am now. Hasn't anyone told you to let sleeping dogs lie?
"Good. I was getting worried you had gotten a concussion." Ruka said, letting out a nervous laugh.
Mikan almost scowled. Since the drugs had worn off, she hadn't been in a good mood. "Eh, it's okay. I'm not going to faint anytime soon."
"And, there's something I'd like to ask you..."
Shoot.
"Your ankle is going to heal in about 3 days. That's Saturday. If you want, I could take you to someplace to eat. You know, to celebrate. Just the two of us."
Hah. As if I'd go out on a date with you. But still, this is a chance for a dinner without carrots or peas.
"Okay."
"Great. It's a date." Ruka smiled at Mikan. In spite of herself, Mikan smiled back. "Now go to sleep, you need your rest."
The last thing Mikan thought of was that all day she didn't have a single urge to kill anyone.
o.O.o
Natsume stalked the perimeter of his room, muttering to himself.
"Something's not right with Mikan. She may be an idiot, but she should have had enough sense to get out of the way of the ax. In fact, all day she seemed to be in some sort of daze . . . what is going on with her? There's something wrong with her, I know it."
Dun dun duuuuuuuhhhhh! What happens next?
You may not find out for a while because even I don't know!
Also, March break resolution: Stop using "..." !
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