Chapter 4: Forgotten
"WHO? WHO AM I?" Mikan yelled at him. She was now standing arms crossed.
"Ya. Who are you? Can't you understand a simple question, stupid?" Natsumeargued.
"Well, that's nice to say to your girlfriend!" Mikan yelled.
"My g-g-girlfriend?! Something as ugly as you?! I know I've got better taste than that. And besides you still haven't answered my first question." Natsume retorted.
She didn't understand why he didn't remember her. Why was he being so mean? Did he really forget her?
"I'M MIKAN SAKURA! YOUR GIRLFRIEND! 15 YEARS OLD! SPEACIAL STAR! YOU CAN'T FOR GET ME!" Mikan screamed as tears started balling up in her eyes.
Ruka and Hotaru were just outside the door on their way in when they heard this. Both of them ran in. Mikan was at the edge of the bed screaming as though that was the only way his memory would budge, but it didn't.
"What wrong Sakura?" Ruka asked. Mikan was now on her knee on the floor crying. Hotaru went and stood her up. She walked Mikan next to Ruka.
She looked up at Natsume.
"Jerk. How could you forget me?!" She said then ran out the room. Hotaru followed. Ruka's eyes widened.
"You FORGOT her?" Ruka spoke real loudly. "Now, tell me how you forget about the one you LOVE?! Huh?"
"What's your problem? What she's ugly. UGLY! Why does it matter?" Natsume answered.
"Is matters because you LOVE her." Ruka answered.
"How could I love someone so ugly?" Natsume said cooly. Not a care in a single word he was saying.
Outside the room
Hotaru gave Mikan a tissue and cooly told her to wipe her nose. That it wasn't very attractive of her to walk around a snot hanging out her nose.
"What happened." She more said then asked.
"Natsume *sniff* forgot me." Mikan answered tears still streaming down her face.
"How? Why? What happened?" Hotaru asked trying to get more out of her.
"I don't know." She said looking as Hotaru and trying to wipe the tears away.
"C'mon." Hotaru said and walked Mikan into the room with her.
"She's back." Natsume said dully.
"SHE'S got a name you know?!" Mikan answered.
"Why don't you just leave?!" He asked.
"I WILL!" Mikan yelled and ran out of the room. Mikan was just about to leave when she heard …
BANG!
"OW! What you do that for Imaii? STOP!" Hotaru had just hit Natsume with the BAKA Gun.
"How could you hurt her so bad?" Hotaru said with no emotion.
BANG!
"I said stop!" Natsume warned giving her the death glare and lit up fire in his hand. He started to send it toward her.
Mikan nulliflied it. She huffed out of breath, she was still tired and worn out.
"DON'T YOU DARE!" Mikan yelled. The way she said it was bone-chilling, even Ruka and Hotaru backed up. Natsume smirked, but stopped.
She covered her mouth. She just yelled at Natsume. She fell to her knees weak.
"Weakling." Natsume muttered and she got right up.
"Stupid. You don't know what kind of stuff I went through and have to go through now." Mikan swallowed.
She walked out of the room. The second she stepped out she ran. Ran as far as she could. Tears were falling and they just wouldn't stop. She ran and ran and even if her lungs were aching like they were going to fall out, she didn't feel a thing, because nothing can compare to that moment when Natsume said Who are you?
BONK!
Mikan looked up to a Tsubasa.
"Sempai." Mikan sniffed.
"Mikan?! What's wrong?! What happened?! Who did it?!" Tsubasa was like a waterfall of questions.
"Nothing." Mikan said, immediately wiping the tears off her face and smiling. She didn't need anyone to worry. She would be fine. She had to be strong.
"Mikan, don't lie. What's going on?" Tsubasa responded.
"It's nothing Sempai. I don't want you to get mad at him." Mikan sighed.
"Mad at who?!" Tsubasa said, anger already rising in his voice. She looked up at him, and even if he sounded angry his face showed that he was worried and hurt that she didn't trust him enough.
She sighed.
"Natsume." She answered and looked down, because tears started to form again. She pushed them back and looked up at Tsubasa, trying to look as though nothing was wrong.
"THAT PUNK!" Tsubasa said, raising a fist and punching an invisible Natsume.
"Sempai, no. Please don't. Don't hurt him." Mikan pleaded. Tsubasa's hand was now on Mikan's head.
"You really like that guy. Even after he furts you, you forgive him." Tsubasa sighed, then did a light chuckle. He hoisted Mikan onto his back.
"C'mon now. We gotta find a way to get that smile back on your face." Tsubasa said, smiling at her.