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Me: Disclaimer! Neh, Natsume, you do the disclaimer!
Natsume: No...
Me: DO IT!
Natsume: cries
Me: Awww... Natsume-kun! hugs
Natsume: burns me
Me: dies
Natsume: Thank god... She doesn't own me OR Gakuen Alice, man, she had better be alive soon, the fic needs to be written...
Chapter Seven: Finding Time...
Natsume sat under a different Sakura tree nowadays, how long had it been since that girl had left? A year, he thought to himself, and still, he couldn't forget her idiotic gaze or grin. She was implanted in his mind, he couldn't forget her, nor could he get rid of her.
No matter where she went, her smile and laughter were stuck in his head, replaying over and over and over again, no matter how much he tried to clean his memories. Mikan just never... Evaporated.
He sighed as the wind blew through his hair. Hotaru had estimated that Mikan had spent a month in the future as they had a year in their present time, Natsume wondered how that annoyiong, persistant little girl could survive in the future. He wondered if the dope was okay.
Of course she was okay, she was Mikan Sakura, she may be an idiot, but at least she could survive something, he thought. Did anyone help her, at all? He hoped it was a female who helped her, he would burn anyone who was male that helped his Mikan Sakura.
Wait, why did he say his, Mikan wasn't his property, was she? But, if she did let another guy touch her, help her, or whatever... He would kill them. He hated the thought of anyone being next to her unless he was around.
Why did he burn whenever he thought of a guy near her? Holding her... Kissing her? That did it, he brned a few sakura blossoms through frustration. Why was it getting to him? He was jealous, of the people in his mind,
But he couldn't really help it, he was madly in love with Mikan Sakura, the panty girl, polka-dots, the small girl who had a loud voice and large lungs. The one who was chubby...
God, why did it have to be her of all people! He could have chosen that annoying Sumire, no, he could have had Imai, if he was desperate, but no, he had to choose the loud one, the courageus, stupid, idiotic, always hungry and fast little girl who was ready to insult him. Why HER!!!
Was it the way she smiled? The way her eyes always lit up when there was candy in conversation? The way her hair shined in the sunlight... How she tried to make friends with him? Was it the fact that she wanted to pull him out of the dark, and bring him into the light?
Was she his light? Mikan Sakura, his opposite, his light? Well, it had been said by Ruka himself that opposite attractions are the best, water to calm fire, hate turning into undying love. Was that it?
Why was she effecting him, he clutched his chest, it was burning up again, heartache, Hotaru had calmly told him one time when he asked her why his heart hurt alot. He understood he loved Mikan and didn't want to let her go,
But he wondered when he would finally just give up on her coming back all together, because she had been gone a year, and everyone had already lost hope,everyone except a few students, like say Youichi, Yuu, Hotaru and Ruka, and Natsume Hyuuga, they had a glimp of hope in them that Mikan would finally return, but the question that ran through their minds was this:
When?
When would she be back? How would she get back? What would she tell them about her adventures? Would she bring something back with her?
Would she even... Remember them, at all? Natsume shook his head, of course she would remember them, the idiot never forgot anyone, she was too nice and happy go lucky to forget anyone she loved dearly. She clinged too much, he told himself mentally.
He stood up and brushed imaginary grass stains and dirt off his pants, and then walked away from the sakura tree, ignoring another sakura tree that had a ribbon tied around a small, lonely branch. He wanted to ignore it, too many memories lay withing it's leaves and blossom petals.
He sighed, staring into the sky, the sun was setting, splashing a dim light upon the grassy grounds and lighting his surroundings. He bathed in that orange light for a moment, then sighed and walked off, towards his dorm room.
But he didn't want to go there, so before opening the door, he dropped his arm and stared at the dusty ground, and turned, walking away from the door quietly, his foot steps echoeing onto the walls and fading away as he walked towards a room.
Mikan's one star room.
He stared at the oak door, and stood there, breathing heavily, should he go in there? Or shouldn't he. If Mikan was there, she would kill him, Hotaru would kill him, for crying out loud, but, he wanted to go in there, and remember her.
He put his hand on the door handle, and opened it, and stared into a silent, dark room that had belonged to Mikan Sakura before she teleported off into the future when she tripped over thin air.
He stared into the darkness of the cold bedroom, and flicked on the light, walking around. There were her things, all around her bedroom. He took in a deep breath, and smelt strawberry mixed with apple perfume, it was her scent, he then saw the perfume bottle set on her vanity desk.
How he missed her, that smell, it reminded him of her. Alot. He stayed standing in the middle of the room, then decided to go look at other things. He found her hair ribbons, and then he drawer of printed underwear. He sighed, how he missed seeing that printed underwear when her skirt flew up unexpectadly. For his eyes only...
He then closed the drawer, and headed to the tidy bed with a yellow blanket that had a matching pillow. It looked so nice... He then lay down on the bed, and sighed, he felt so tired, and the bed was comfy, he then sniffed, a tear in his eye.
He felt his tears fall onto the pillow, as he fell into a deep sleep in the warmth of Mikan Sakura's room, with her scent around him...
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Gomen, this chapter... It's so short... Please, hope you enjoyed, poor Natsume-kun... Well, review!
Adieu!
Blue -Niagra-sensai!
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