A Life of Lies
Chapter 4: Crumbling to Dust
When I entered Alice Academy Private School, I knew I will have to prepare myself. It wasn't like I didn't know, because I knew that I had many enemies in my life. Even as I head to my locker to get my textbook, I could already tell rumors were spreading like the Black Death.
"…Can you believe Mikan dated three different guys behind Natsume's back?"
"I know is horrible!"
"Someone said that Mikan nearly killed someone in middle school…"
"Yeah, just because she didn't like her face."
"Last year Mikan—"
I slam the locker door, cutting off whatever that gossiper was going to say. As I lift my gaze to see who the hell dared to talk behind my back, I wasn't surprised to see Emi and a bunch of jealousy filled nerdy girls. I glared, tilting my shoulders to the side, and putting my hands on my waist.
"If you have something to say to me, say it in front of my face." I pointed out, a cold smile touching my lips.
I waited for a response, but as they hinted on their paled faces and widen eyes, I knew there wouldn't be a fight. I walked toward them, and just as I neared I could see their hands shaking. How boring…
"So? Tell me about the rumors." I closed my distance between them, sneering as they shrink back.
"Maybe there's some truth in those rumors…you might actually get to witness something terrific." I whispered, my hand closing on Emi's neck and slowly holding it in an iron grip.
"Tell me, ugly…"
-No POV-
Luna and Sumire were expectantly waiting for their best friend and most popular girl—not for long—and speaking of the devil, here she comes.
As the door to the classroom opens, Narumi turns waiting to see who it was, and to his delight it was none other than his favorite student: Mikan Sakura.
"Sorry, there was some commotion while I was coming…" Mikan trailed off, for a second an evil glint lighted in her eyes. Luna and Sumire did not miss this; in fact they shivered as their gaze connected with Mikan's.
"Don't worry Mikan, the class had just started." Narumi said, affection filling each and every word.
"Great." Mikan replied, her eyes still glued to her best friends. As the brunette neared her desk a leg shot out, and just as everyone expected Mikan fell.
Just when the classroom was about to burst with laugher, the brunette stood up like nothing had happened, and instead stared at Koko who had a playful grin on his ordinary face.
"Koko you got some long legs, or should I say short? You are about to slide off the chair." Mikan stated, a sweet smile in place as she stepped on that cursed feet hard.
"Oops," Mikan gasped, covering her open mouth in shock as she stared at Koko's pained expression. She kept her feet on top of Koko's as she continued, "You should watch were you place your feet, after all it must be painful."
Mikan shifted her weight on the feet that was stepping Koko, before moving back to her desk. "Be careful Koko." Mikan added silently, her gaze running around the classroom. It didn't need to be voiced; it was a clear warning like the clear summer sky.
Meanwhile Luna and Sumire exchanged glances, both paling at the event that had just happened before them. They had never witness Mikan personally doing the fight—until now.
Natsume who was at the farthest corner in the room paid no mind to it; after all it was just the beginning. He had expected as much, Mikan had ruled the school for a long time, and to overthrow her will take more than one day.
The second day, since the rebelling started had become harsher. It was Mikan's followers against the Mikan haters; it practically split the school in half. Yet the one that still controlled the school was still Mikan.
And as to what had become of Mikan's modeling career was widely known, Tokyo News had done what Natsume had expected. Now that everyone knew about Mikan's affair with three different males, it had made agencies reluctant to offer her jobs. Yet Moi Magazine had somehow saved her career, and she was still Vogue's favorite model.
Somehow Natsume wondered if the Gods had blessed Mikan, not only in appearance wise, but brains, and background as well—and now luck had become a part of it.
The third day was no difference from the second—though in the rebelling side now had Luna and Sumire. Everyone began to openly create rumors, and teachers soon split against each others. Those that liked Mikan joined her side, and those that disliked Mikan such as Professor Jinno joined the rebelling side.
And Natsume? Unlike his friends he stayed neutral, because when the timing was right he will be the one to end Mikan's golden life.
While others thought Natsume was deeply in love with the brunette—hell no—and will support her through thick and thin, the raven haired boyfriend had something else in mind.
As the fifth day rolled by, and in came the sixth day, Natsume finally got his chance to finally put the last piece in motion. He had caught Kazu kissing Mikan, and even if it was against her will he had got proof now. With the picture he had took, clearly showing who was who and the lips were connected he prepared for the final act.
Today was the turning point in Mikan's rainbow filled life, and as she entered the cafeteria—pictures of her and Kazu kissing each other were pasted all over the walls, and even some were littered on the floor. Everyone around her pointed fingers at her, or muttered against each others' ears.
-Mikan's POV-
I caught the gaze of Luna and Sumire, and as they neared me, I knew this fight will be the hardest.
"I can't believe you dared to cheat behind Natsume's back!" Sumire began, in a high pitched voice.
"Wasn't three guys enough? Especially when Natsume believed in you, and stayed by your side even though he knew about your affairs! You slut!" Luna continued, her palm connecting with my cheek hard.
I didn't flinch, and neither did I hold my cheek. Even as my eyes watered at the pain, I only blinked them away. I stared through light colored hazel eyes, indifferent and calm.
"Is that all?" I asked, watching as Luna's cheeks turned red and her eyes narrowed to slits. How unsightly, with this image of her, the angel appearance was officially over.
I felt someone watching me, it was different from those spectators in the cafeteria—it was more heated and alarming. And as I turned to see who it was, my chocolate irises clashed against piercing scarlet eyes.
He walked toward me, and as he did so, everyone's eyes were drawn to him. Luna and Sumire had forgotten their hate, and everyone was just captivated by his existence.
"Mikan let's break up." He declared through a cold and aloof voice, and finally everything began to connect. Why was Natsume by my side? He hated me. Why will he support me? Because he was waiting for this…
He had planned this all along, calling me and declaring war, continuing our relationship when everyone knew I had an affair. He appeared innocent before their eyes, when he truly was the devil. How come no one saw his smirk? And the glowing hate and satisfaction in his bloody red eyes?
Right then, I knew my choice in dating Natsume was my greatest mistake. He had turned my life upside down, and had spilled my secrets without a moment of hesitance.
I felt my eyes burn, the air was withheld from me, and my heart clenched with pain. Before I knew it my feet took me, and to where, I didn't know.
I ran for the very first time in my life, everything came crumbling down—the mask I had on, had finally slipped. My popularity had disappeared before my eyes, and as tears ran uncontrollably I hid myself in the music room. I stayed there for a long time, until I had forgotten about time.
Today Mikan Sakura was overthrown.
-No POV-
"Do you feel happy now?"
"Hn?" Natsume's red orbs met with cold violet eyes.
"Do you feel happy now?" The girl with short dark hair asked again, her voice cold as she stared through calculating eyes.
"Happy of what?" The red eyed boy questioned in boredom.
The Ice Queen sighed, like she was wasting her time with this idiot. "The most popular girl was finally thrown into the trash can, and you were the one to give her her own medicine." The Ice Queen answered.
"I don't feel special." Natsume replied, closing his eyes and signaling the end of the conversation. But it wasn't the end until the Ice Queen said so.
"Is that so? She is crying, has no friends, and is the enemy of everyone in the school. Her coming days will be horrible until finally she might actually prefer dying. But then, you will know who murder her won't you?" The Ice Queen, also known as Hotaru Imai informed, and with that said she left.
Not before throwing a ceramic plate right next to Natsume's head, and ending the conversation with, "You are the worst bastard there is."
Silence filled the cafeteria, and as Natsume sat there with his head against the wall, he wondered why he didn't feel happy. He finally had his payback; everything will go back to the way it was, right?
Somehow, his heart told him otherwise.
The cafeteria was empty, just him and a bunch of ceramic plates that were supposed to be used for tomorrow's party. Maybe it was a party to celebrate the success in overthrowing Mikan, or a party for the beginning of summer.
The hell with this!
The raven haired boy stood up, and in fury threw the ceramic plates against the wall. Why was it that nothing went as he wanted? Why is it that he felt so angry? Didn't he want this? Wasn't this what he had been waiting for?
The fragments of the ceramic plate cut through his skin, leaving a burning feeling, but it didn't change the fact that he hated this. Another fragment left a thin line against his cheek; follow by more fragments slicing his fingers.
Then words from the dark haired girl echoed,
She is crying,
has no friends,
and is the enemy of everyone in the school.
Her coming days will be horrible until finally she might actually prefer dying.
But then, you will know who murder her won't you?
Natsume lifted his gaze, rushing out of the cafeteria and without knowing why he began to search. He was looking for a girl he had hated beyond words, a girl that made everyone suffer from left to right, and used people like tools. Yet he was looking for that girl, because at one point or another he saw something in her.
She was lonely, and even though she appeared strong and heartless, covered in many layers of lies there was this girl he only had a brief glance at.
Maybe he will never see that hidden self…because he was the one that had destroyed it. And knowing that, he couldn't forgive himself.
As he slammed the door open, and ran into the music room what he saw there was nothing but emptiness. What were left were droplets of water, and he assumed it was her tears.
He was too late, and because of the mistiming, something greater will occur. Something that will forever leave a mark in his life…
The passing days were uneven for Natsume Hyuuga, he had been trying to talk to Mikan, yet it seems God was not giving him the day or the time to even get a glance at her. He had wanted to fix the mess he had created, wanting to tell her how sorry he was.
All he heard from his friends was that Mikan was getting bullied from the beginning of school till the end. He had seen the bullying ranging from mild to extreme. And just when he was about to stop it, he will be dragged off by Luna or Sumire. If it wasn't for them, he did be able to face Mikan…
But somehow even an apology couldn't fix everything, because deep down he knew, Mikan's hatred was equal to Hell's wrath.
Each day he got a small glimpse of the brunette, she was paler than white, and too skinny to be healthy. But the last image of her, made his stomach turn and his heart to squeeze painfully. She was bruise all over, with cuts from arms to cheeks.
This time, Natsume won't miss Mikan—he might as well defied fate. He couldn't stand what she was going through; her pain was so much harsher than the one Mochu had been. Slowly he wondered why no one had stopped the bullying; even Kazu who was head over heels for Mikan was ignoring her.
Natsume, popularity does matter…
Her words spoke truth that he hasn't believed…until this nightmare began.
As he stood by the school gate, waiting for Mikan he wondered many things—
"Now who is ugly huh?" An annoyingly high pitched voice sounded, dragging Natsume from his deep pounder.
When he turned toward the sound of the voice, he saw a group of girls and at the center of it was Mikan. Even as she stood calmly—almost too calm and dead to be humanly possible—she was still beautiful. She appeared like a gothic beauty, stepping out of a vampire story.
But in reality, she was as fragile as glass, and if not treated rightly she will break.
"Look at you now? Are you sure you are still be able to model for that Vogue cover?" A girl pushed Mikan and soon all the other girls were pushing Mikan around like a rag doll.
Natsume left the gate and headed toward the group of girls, ready to pull Mikan out of that cat fight and for once and all stop the bullying.
Yet Natsume had a crappy timing, it was like God hated him and was punishing him. Because the moment he neared, one of the girls' sidestepped and as a result Mikan ended up on the ground.
Her knees and hands bleeding, but it wasn't the end.
The moment Mikan lifted her gaze and connected with him, he clearly saw the unvoiced scorn in them. Yet it was soon broken, Mikan turned toward the beeping sound and as the truck headed her way she held her ground.
Why the hell was she not moving!
As Natsume ran as fast as possible, in order to pull her out of the road—he missed his chance with his crappy timing once again.
Mikan met his gaze once again, and in a soft whisper almost unheard, she said:
"You made me do this."
At that moment—like time had stopped—the figure of a girl laid in peace, like she was just sleeping deeply. Blood slowly covered the concrete ground, and as Natsume knelt next to her he wondered if this was a punishment.
"The ambulance is here!"
"Ohmygod, I didn't do it!"
"She was so young…"
"Is she dead?"
"She deserves it."
Through all that commotion, only one thought ringed in his mind—it was my fault.
To be continued…
Okay, just so you know Mikan is not dead and will not be Undead like in My Contract with the Grim Reaper, so calm down! I will try to update soon, I have been busy with my Summer Art Program—and if you are wondering if I know what I am doing…please. I already know how is gonna go, so trust me this car accident is for a reason! Anyway—
~Lots of Luvs~
