Disclaimer : Gakuen Alice doesn't belong to me.
I was busy with school work. I hate math! Ok that's random. But sorry for the long wait!
Chapter 4
Mikan tried to stand but slipped on the wet ground. She didn't yelp but just tried to stable herself. Her legs trembled and was about to collapse. She prayed hard that she doesn't tumble, not because someone was present, but she did not know if she had the strength to stand up again. Natsume held Mikan's arm, looked at her with his crimson eyes. His eyes were that of worry but still held that tiny bit of sternness he always had.
Nothing came out from his lips; he just stood there with Mikan clinging to him as support. Mikan struggled to her feet and looked away. She apologized to no one in particular as she stood, still under the umbrella, still shivering from the cold.
Her skin prickled with the silence as she fidgeted slightly, uncomfortable. She started to walk out into the pouring rain, trying to escape the awkward silence. She hated to feel uncomfortable just like he hated the rain. The rain extinguishes his fire; the silence made her reveal more of herself, the her she tried so hard to mask.
The rain once again pattered on her cap. She longed to remove it, and then she could swish her hair in the rain. What she used to do so many years ago, before her freedom was almost fully restricted. Before, her time was so limited. So limited…
She grabbed her bag and strolled in the lessen rain. No more thunder, and the gloomy clouds were dissipating. The drizzle, although small, but descended steadily. Mikan heard a drop, but still continue walking. Soft footsteps walked across the puddles, not rushing. Mikan spaced-out, but still continued moving forward.
She heard a call, got pulled out to reality, and knocked into the pole.
Mikan swore under her breath, and turned to look. She was surprised to see him squatting down, arm outstretched with his index finger pointing out. His finger came into contact with her forehead and his lips curled into a tiny smile.
"You're so… I've nothing to say." Natsume teased softly. Mikan laughed and grabbed his arm as he pulled her up.
Weird kid. So different from the others.
"Hey I'm not a kid. I'm a big g- uh boy. And I am not different from you!" Mikan protested.
"You weren't supposed to read my mind" Natsume growled, but he wasn't angry now.
He looks like…Hoshino… Hoshino-
White and pink sakura petals fell gracefully, daintily to the ground as tears filled up the eyes of the Fire Alice. He knelt down on the ground, hands fingering the tombstone ever so gently. He traced the name 'Hoshino' slowly, reminiscing about the fun times he had with her, her annoying voice screaming for her toys; he missed it so much.
Her dainty little dance steps during her ballet concert, her smooth silky hair, he would never be able to see it again.
Hoshino Hyuuga, 19th September 2006, will very much be missed.
Hoshino- Onii-san will miss you. Forever…
Natsume's sudden silence made Mikan stare at him for a moment, before holding him by his elbows and running towards the bus shelter.
Natsume looked at the running kid; he is pretty much a kid. Dismissing the thought of flicking her hand away as the wind and drizzle whiz past him, it felt good, in so many years, washing away his pent up pain and burden for a moment. Just for that moment.
They ran as everything in their minds got kicked out of the way. By the time they reached the shelter, the drizzle was almost gone and the bright crescent hung lazily in the sky.
They sank down onto the ground, laughing and panting. It has been a long time since both smiled, had so much fun.
"You aren't much of a big boy too." Mikan panted.
Natsume smiled, but stayed silent.
Mikan's clothes were damp, and the wind playfully toyed with her clothes. Her freezing arm came in contact with him and he ducked away quickly.
He turned and look at her, she was quivering, and her pale skin was flushing pink.
He flipped his clenched fist over, and motioned to Mikan to tap it. Mikan eyed him suspiciously, but still did. He opened his hand and a ball of flame danced atop his palm. Mikan eyes reflected the bright flame, as if following it out, letting it lead. She sat nearer to Natsume, trying to warm herself. She was like a small brother snuggling up to her brother.
How nice bring a little boy. This Fire Alice wouldn't come near me if he knew I was a girl. Warmth, this is bliss.
So sorry people, I know this chapter is short and isn't very well developed but yep, I will try to improve it. Thanks for reading!