Howdy, howdy folks! It is I, the Deadrabbit! Her to bring you another (late) installment of From me to you too! I know it's late (thank you guest in the reviews for telling me), but I have been insanely busy with other stuff. I am extremely upset with myself for not updating sooner, and I apologize. I will try to update every Sunday or Saturday, but please don't count on it (sorry). Anyways, about the story, it might start to get Mature here pretty soon, for both sexual stuff and gory violent stuff. If you can't handle that, I'm sorry. Oh, and guest in the comments, I really appreciate that you're reminding me to get on top of things, but please. Have some patience, my dear friend. I apologize if this chapter is shitty and short. NOW, without further ado, ONTO THE STORY!


Without me, you'd be dead.

I'm your biggest fan.

You can't leave here.

I love you.

That night, Ibuki had trouble sleeping. Thoughts were buzzing around her head like bees in a hive.

Burn it.

I think our little game is over.

I love you.

Her eyes hung heavy with exhaustion, but every time she closed them, she could see the flames engulfing her poor Ruisu.

I love you.

She could see Mikan standing behind the grill, an insane grin on her pale face.

I love you.

She could see Mikan standing over her. Her hands were bloody, her eyes dull.

I love yo-

Someone knocked softly on the door. Ibuki hadn't noticed the sun rise. She could hear birds chirping in the distance and the soft sound of waves splashing against the sandy beach. Ibuki remembered that she was supposed to be on vacation, and not bedridden and under the care of an insane chick.

"I-ibuki, breakfast," Mikan said softly as she enters the room. In her arms was an aluminum tray, which held a bowl of steaming oatmeal and a short glass of water. After setting the tray on the bedside table, the nurse asked, "W-would you l-like to g-get into th-the wh-wheelchair." Ibuki nodded sharply, without saying a word. Mikan helped the other girl into the movable chair then handed her the tray of food.

"Thanks," Ibuki muttered flatly. She took one small spoonful, but then, after realizing how hungry she actually was, the rock star scarfed down the oatmeal hungrily. Mikan, sitting in her usual spot at the end of the bed, was watching Ibuki with faint disapproval.

"D-don't eat l-like such a p-pig," She stuttered angrily. Ibuki slowed her eating pace. "When y-you eat like that, I'm r-reminded of m-my o-old neighbor, Akane." Mikan shook her head.

"Who?"

"Wh-when I used to l-live in T-tokyo w-with my family, th-there was a f-family that lived in the a-apartment below us, the Owari f-family. They had e-eight little b-brats, Akane w-was one of them," Ibuki listened intently as Mikan vented. "Th-the whole f-family was poor and loud and impolite a-and they a-all ate like th-they would never s-see food a-again. I h-hated them." The nurse was silent for a while, watching Ibuki eat (more well-mannered than she had been earlier).

When she was finished, Ibuki muttered thanks and asked to be put back in bed. The rockstar was tucked tightly back into bed and kissed on the forehead.

"Y-you should rest m-more Ibuki. Y-you look as if y-you haven't s-slept in days!" Mikan exclaimed before exiting the room. Ibuki groaned and rubbed her eyes. She winced at the surge of pain that went through her head and groaned again. Mikan was right, unfortunately. Ibuki needed sleep and she needed it now. She allowed her heavy eyes to close and soon, she was pulled into the world of sleep.


The strange weight is what woke the rockstar up. There was something heavy resting on her chest. It was soft and warm, making Ibuki drowsy again. She wanted to cuddle with whatever this soft thing was. That is until the pressure shifted onto her throat. Ibuki's eyes shot open and she looked up, finding Mikan, asleep and curled up next to the rockstar. Her lower body was resting on Ibuki's throat and her fingers were laced in the black and white hair.

"M-m-mikan!" The injured girl choked out.

The nurse hummed. "Mm. No...sleepy…" Ibuki clawed weakly at the other girl's thighs. "Buki stop...sleepy…" Mikan stirred a bit more. Her purple-brown eyes cracked open, then she pushed herself up. "Oh, good morning Ibuki dear," She murmured tiredly. Her thighs still rested on the other girl's neck.

"Can't… B-breathe…" Ibuki panted out. Mikan looked down and shrieked. She scrambled away until she rested in between the rock star's legs. The nurse stared at Ibuki intensely.

"A-are you o-o-okay Ibuki? Your f-f-face is blue! I'm s-so s-s-sorry dear. I d-didn't mean to choke y-you!" Ibuki's face changed from pale blue to bright red when she saw Mikan was in only her undergarments and socks.

"Uh. Uh. Um." Ibuki spits out awkwardly. She fought the urge to drool when she saw Mikan's noticeable cleavage. Mikan was actually quite chubby, which was one of Ibuki's biggest turn-ons. The nurse leaned forward and rested a hand on the rockstars forehead gently. Ibuki was still as she allowed the other girl to check her for any bodily harm.

"You s-s-seem fine now. Oh! I t-truly am s-sorry if I hurt you I-I-Ibuki!" Mikan shouted and wrapped her arms around the other girl. The rockstar yelped in surprise when Mikan nuzzled into the crook of Ibuki's neck. Unsure of what else to do, Ibuki patted Mikan's shoulder. Mikan moved down until she had her resting on Ibuki's chest and her arms were around the other girl's middle.

"Mikan?" Ibuki asked hoarsely. The girl looked up at the rockstar, purple-brown meeting bright pink.

"Hm?" She hummed.

"Whatcha doing?"

Mikan giggled and tightened her grip. "C-c-cuddling,"

"Wh-why are you cuddling Ibuki? And why are you in your underwear?" Ibuki said weakly.

Mikan sat up a little with a small frown on her face (which was actually quite adorable, but Ibuki wouldn't say that aloud). "You've b-b-been in your u-undergarments s-since I first m-meet you, so I th-thought this w-would be o-okay…" (This was true.) "And isn't th-this something l-l-lovers would d-do?"

"Wait, lovers?" Ibuki asked.

"Mikan's cheeks flushed and she placed her head on the rockstar's collarbone. "W-w-well, since y-your here… A-and your n-not going to b-be l-l-leaving anytime soon…" Mikan got up and sat in Ibuki's lap, which made the other girl wince. "I f-f-figured…" The nurses hands were slowly creeping up Ibuki's arms. Ibuki gulped, at this point, her face was now as red as Mikans. The nurse brought her face down towards the rockstar's until their noses touched. "We c-c-could m-maybe...be-become closer th-than friends…"

"O-okay…" Ibuki stuttered, not knowing what else to say. Shyly, Mikan brought her lips to Ibuki's. The bedridden girl's eyes widened. There was currently a war going on in Ibuki's head.

One side was common sense, screaming at her to push this insane chick away. To slap her and tell her to fuck off. This bitch burned Ruisu and assaulted Ibuki several times.

The other side was telling her to go for it. Mikan was pretty hot with a very (VERY) nice rack and she was sitting in Ibuki's lap willingly. And plus, Mikan wasn't the craziest chick Ibuki has ever fucked. There was a foreign girl named Sonia who was pretty dark and demented in a cute kind of way. And plus, banging Mikan might keep Ibuki alive. There. That was something that both sides of her head agreed on. Being Mikan Tsumiki's lover could keep Ibuki alive. Mikan suddenly broke their kiss.

"I'm s-s-sorry! I d-don't know wh-what came over me! Please f-f-forgive-" Ibuki cut off the nurse's sentence by pulling her down and smashing their lips together roughly. Mikan tensed up for a second, but eventually kissed back and dug her hands into Ibuki's mess of hair. Heh, the best method of survival. Ever. Ibuki thought as her hands slide down the nurse's back towards her ass. Mikan squeaked when the rockstar bit her lip, making Ibuki giggle.

"Ibuki! M-my, I only h-had th-th-the intention of c-cuddling, you t-take things t-to a whole o-o-other level," Mikan murmured against Ibuki's face. The nurse shifted so she was pressed against the rockstar's side.

"Ibuki finds she has that effect on people," Ibuki said nonchalantly as she wrapped an arm around the other girl. "Actually, I think another girl I meet in a club said that exact same thing," Ibuki muttered to herself. The nurse frowned and tightened her grip around the rockstar's waist.

"H-how many?" Mikan asked softly. Ibuki looked down at the girl to find her cheery look from before was replaced with a darker expression.

"Huh?"

"How many?" Mikan repeated. The nurse was slowly getting out of bed.

"How many women? Oh, uh…" Ibuki thought for a moment. One wrong slip of the tongue and she could die. "It hardly matters right? Ibuki has you now!"

Mikan was on the girl in a second. She slapped the rockstar's face and snarled. "Answer the question," She spits out venomously. Ibuki yelped at the sudden surge of pain.

"I don't know!?" Ibuki shouted while cradling her stinging cheek. Mikan slapped the other one.

"Yes you do," Mikan yelled harshly.

Ibuki held her arms over her face to protect herself from any more blows. "There's too many to count, Mikan. Ibuki's sorry," She croaked out.

The nurse was quiet for a few, agonizingly long moments. She was running her fingers across the bedside table slowly. Finally, she whispered something Ibuki barely heard. "Wrong answer, dear," The next few minutes were a blur to Ibuki. Mikan had picked up the table, causing the lamp and pitcher to fall to the ground, and threw it over Ibuki's bed. It hit the wall and fell, right onto Ibuki's injured legs. The rockstar howled in pain and kicked out her legs, which was a pretty stupid mistake, because bolts of hurt were shooting through Ibuki's body, and kicking her legs just inflamed them more. Mikan was still, standing next to Ibuki, watching her writhe in pain. Abruptly, the nurse leaned forward, put her hands on either side of Ibuki's head and leveled her face with Ibuki's.

"Now, dear," She hissed. "I want you to think for awhile. Think about all the wrongdoings you've done in your sad, pathetic little like. All of those people you must've hurt, and I want you to implant something in that brain of yours," Mikan rested her forehead against Ibuki's sweat beaded one. "You will never, ever return to your old life. I am your one and only. You will stay in this bed for the rest of you life." Mikan's eyes were wide and dull. "Got that?"

Ibuki nodded. Her tearful gaze was blinded by pain when Mikan slapped the girl again. Ibuki screamed and cowered beneath the covers, waiting for another stroke to be delivered. It didn't come. The rockstar peeked over the blanket to see Mikan standing by the door, her back was facing Ibuki.

"I'm going out dear," Mikan said slowly. "I don't know when I'll be back, which will give you some time to think." The nurse looked over her shoulder. Ibuki shuddered when she saw her lifeless eyes and slack face. "I have one request for you, darling…"

"Wh-what?" Ibuki asked, her voice just above a whisper.

"Don't. Die." Mikan opened the door and slammed it shut.