No, I do not own Gakuen Alice.
A/N : Thanks for the reviews! The silent readers, the ones that made themselves known, and those who simply clicked on story. I think it's time Natsume and Mikan at least get along, don't you?
Chapter 4 : Lucky Draw
"I love you may be the sweetest words, but all my life I've been fixed on one in particular.
"Goodbye."
The same heart-breaking word everyone would want to aviod.
But how?
The only way is to..
Say goodbye to I love you."
Why?
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One word. Many answers. Why did you let yourself do that? Why don't you love me? Why don't you like brussel sprouts?
Love
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One word. Many thoughts.
Hatred
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One word. Natsume Hyuuga.
Heros.
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Who's going to save the day?
The person you hate.
Mikan violently brushed her tangled-up hair furiously in plain annoyance. Her knotty hair was a nuisane to have, yet she couldn't cut it all off.
This is why she hated leaving it all down, it would end up like this. All knotted like a cat's helpless yarn. But why did she decide to leave it down today?
A certain selfish arrogant useless alien jerk.
Grabbing her sweater, Mikan raced out her room then slowed as the reached the distance to the kitchen.
Was she ready to see him?
One step. One step. One step.
Until she reached the solid gold door.
Seriously, who has a solid door of gold?
Pushing aside that thought, Mikan reluctantly opened the door to come face to face with Natsume.
"Ehhhhh! Wait, um, no, uh." Mikan stuttered as she blushed.
Natsume raised a brow, clearly not knowing what was wrong with the idiot in front of him.
Love is special to the heart, invisable to the eye, present in the unspoken.
"N-nothing." Mikan said quietly, running the same way she arrived.
Natsume looked back to shrugging shoulders and followed the crowd.
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Confusion really is the most confusing feeling.
Mikan shut her door tight, pushing toy-blocks, the lightest shelf, and her sofa against it for the attempt of opening her locked door. Whcih she knew was futile.
There was no way anyone would care enough.
Just no damned way.
Clutching her chest, Mikan felt her eyes brimmed with tears and in the first time in a while, allowed them to fall free.
Her hand halfway to her face, only to fall again.
Happiness almost through, only to fail.
Gasping when a knock was heard Mikan quickly threw herself against her door, using her weight and force to prevent it from opening.
"Polka?"
There it was.
That voice.
The voice she wanted to aviod.
Aviod just for a while.
Why couldn't she?
Why did he have to come?
Why was he here?
Just why?
Letting her hand snake up to her eyes, she wiped the saltly tears away, replacing it with a weak smile-she was certain Natsume wouldn't figure out- and bravely opened the door a crack on an inch.
"Yes? What can I do for you?" Mikan asked with her best happy tone.
Natsume was suspicious. He was indeed suspicious. That smile. That look. That facial expression. It was fake.
"Hn."
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Never take things upon yourself. Let others in.
Natsume carefully found his way into Hotaru's lab.
This was not a place he would enjoy being.
He couldn't be anywhere near Ruka or he would never hear the end of it. The cold actions, the bad attitude, all directed towards that stingy woman. Ruka would go on and on about acting better and so on. He was not in the mood for that.
The only place where not many would dare approach was his destination.
Imai's work place.
As Natsume sighed he put in a foot in and quickly removed it as the ground began to shake and his foot grew beet red.
Hotaru appeared, apparently angry for the disruption.
"Hyuuga," Hotaru gritted darkly. "What seems to be your damned problem?"
Natsume grimaced and took a sprint in the other direction.
Imai Hotaru was not one to be crossed.
Not even by the almighty Hyuuga Natsume.
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Womens. These. Days.
"Eh, Natsume, what do you have there?" Ruka asked, trying to make a conversation.
"Manga." Natsume answered simply.
It was just like him.
Manga.
Manga.
Manga.
Manga.
Manga.
Manga.
Manga x 100000000000000
Ruka.
Manga.
Manga.
Manga.
Aoi.
Manga x
This house.
Manga.
His life.
Manga.
That was the list of important things in Natsume's life.
Ruka never expected it to change before. But now, maybe a certain different name were arch their way into this boring list.
Bursting the doors open and fighting off the silence that was well written, Mikan appeared, a smile ready.
"Natsu-chan, get my breakfast?" Mikan asked cutely.
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The steams forming from Natsume. The violent shaking of his hand.
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Congratulations Mikan.