Okay, I got a question. Can you see what I call my documents?
Read on!
What was with that British accent o.O
And I think I meant... I don't know what I meant.
Continue with the story!
Or something like that...
Natsume: Don't you dare do a Play without me.
me: Whoa, Natsume! And that was a Play?
Natsume (glowing eyes): I will see every one of your little author notes.
me: Ahahaha... 'ED
both: Beginning Play is out!
me: If you want to be in each Play, be mo-
-Beginning Play out-
He {Natsume} woke up at about five thirty.
Breakfast was at seven.
He glanced over at Mikan.
No, his bride. His girl.
His everything.
{By the way, no, I did not just skip millions of years; they did not suddenly get married. They aren't married.}
He leaned over to his nightstand, hearing Mikan moan at the movement, and picked up it.
The last proof of their promise, their proposal.
He rolled it between his pointer finger and thumb, over and over again, as he usually did.
It actually felt like an eternity, the time that they'd been apart.
When in actuality, it was only six months or so.
He could barely even remember any of it.
He wanted Mikan here, by his side.
But to do that, he would have to give away this stone back to her; he would have to give the last proof of their promise back.
He glanced back at Mikan, watching her sleep peacefully.
He knew he would do it.
He wanted her here.
More than anything.
She was his.
And he was hers.
Nothing could break them apart, and if he gives her the alice stone, maybe, just maybe...
She'd remember.
Everything.
And then they wouldn't need proof.
It was a risk though- it's not like it's 100% possible of her remembering.
"Mikan," he said softly as he pinched the stone near her face. "Mikan, wake up." Her eyes fluttered open to see the boy who had raped her. Immediately, her eyes went wide, tears bubbling.
She was scared that he would do more.
"Mikan, hold this. Recover it. Devour it." He kissed her. "Please, and maybe you'll remember."
"... My hands..."
Natsume glanced up and put the stone in her left hand, "There."
Her hand curled around the stone. She was confused at why he gave it to her, but if it would help her remember...
Natsume stared, waiting in anticipation.
Her hand lit up, or, actually, the stone lit up within her hand.
But just as it did, Mikan's eyelids were drooping, and Natsume got worried.
What was the price for giving someone their alice back? Was she dying? What was going on?
"Mikan? Mikan?" he asked frantically. Only silence greeted him.
He didn't know what to do. All he could think was take her to a hospital, but then it hit him.
He put two fingers on her neck and concentrated.
He could still feel a pulse, though slightly slow. It was consistent though. She wasn't dying.
Natsume sighed in relief.
Mikan wasn't dying.
He caressed her hair as he watched, waiting for her to wake up.
A few hours later, though Mikan had not woken up, someone knocked on his door.
"Natsume?" he heard a familiar voice call.
"Ruka, Mikan's asleep," Natsume announced, his eyes never leaving her.
Ruka hadn't really thought that Mikan was back. Was Natsume hallucinating? Dreaming?
No, wait. There was a petite voice that had been moaning and screaming with him.
Ruka and many others thought he'd been having a wet dream or masturbating.
But was Mikan actually back? Had Natsume been doing sexual things with her?
Ruka curved his hand around the knob, "Can I come in?"
"Sure."
Ruka turned the knob and entered...
To see Natsume and MIKAN crowded on a half-bed.
Ruka's eyes wandered widely around the room.
It was trashed.
Nothing wasn't broken, aside from clothes, and even some of those were burned or something.
There was a pile of dried blood by a nightstand, and another pile of dried blood sat on the covers and pillow.
Mikan's legs and arms were tied to the headstand, and her eyes were closed.
Natsume was watching her intently, his eyes flashing from one eye to the next, waiting.
"Natsume?" Ruka croaked. "Natsume, what IS this? Your room is trashed. There's piles of dried blood. What happened?"
"I trashed it," he answered simply.
"And the blood?" Ruka asked, but Natsume kept quiet, silently swaying Mikan's hair. He tangled his fingers in her pigtails, and with his other hand, he caressed the other pigtail.
"And the BLOOD?" Ruka repeated, annoyed that his friend was ignoring him.
"How do you know it's mine?" Natsume retorted.
"Natsume, don't answer my question with a stupid question. What is that blood from?"
"..."
Would it be okay to tell him that he cut his wrists now?
And should he tell him that using his alice makes him cough blood?
Latter is no, but Natsume was conflicted on the first question.
"I... I used to cut my wrists," he said carefully, and barely hearing him, Ruka's eyes widened.
"I-I'm sorry, I seemed to mishear you. Can you say it louder?" Ruka requested, a nervous smile on his face.
"You heard me right," Natsume said more clearly.
"Y... You... You CUT your wrists?" Ruka asked in disbelief. Natsume nodded.
"Wh...Wh... What the h*** is wrong with you, Natsume?! You cut your d*** wrists?! Is that why you suddenly started wearing wristbands?! That's why?! What the f*** is wrong with you, dude?! What if you died from blood loss?!"
"I didn't."
"URGH! NATSUME, YOU IDIOT!" Ruka screamed. "As if being an angry jerk for six months and having SEX with Sakura in your room wasn't enough! You cut your wrists?! Do you WANT to die?!"
"No."
"..." Ruka shook his head, what was wrong with him?! "Natsume, look-"
"Mikan's got her stone in her."
"... What? What stone?"
"Her alice stone. The last proof of our promise," he explained, still streaming her hair with his hands, "The little one. Maybe she'll remember when she wakes up. I hope so," he kissed her. "But even if she doesn't, she'll still be here. I'll forbid her from using her alice."
"... Natsume... Natsume, she doesn't remember you? And you still f-ed her? Natsume... she's... going to hate you... you know that, right? If she doesn't remember... she'll avoid you. She'll hate you."
"... She won't," Natsume whispered.
He was in denial.
Okay, so I'm reading the last sentence of this, wanting to continue, but I'm at a writer's block. When I read the last bit though ('cause I didn't remember what it was talking about), I'm like, 'that's actually a good place to stop'.
So there you have it. The reason I stopped this chapter where I did. Also, just letting you know, I am at a writer's block. Usually, when I look back on a story to write, I randomly come up with another rhythm to the story after I'd had a writer's block for so long, so this story will continue. (Not of them will not continue.) Most of my fanfictions are really having writer's block, so I'm at a standstill here. Just want to let you know though, that I will eventually find a flow again.