Woo! It's me again!

I tried to update as soon as possible because the one before this was:

1) Short

2) Different

and 3) Not much happened.

So here it isfinally!

It's hopefully long enough to satisfy your cravings for now!

My sister was half between kicking me and laughing at me after reading about the character based on her.

And just to bother her a bit more (and continue the story haha), Kimi, once again, tells this chapter! :D

Soon we'll get back to the normal POV, but for now I hope this is okay.

It's easier for this part of this story to be in someone's point of view, but for Mikan it would give too much away.

And sorry about Kimi's language! It's just very much her character :)

Enjoy!


Her cat

Kimi

"Answer me!"

His voice was demanding, and to be honest, I didn't blame him. I had spent the past minute just staring at him like he was crazy (hot), so I guess the silence was just a bit much for the kitty. His hands were pinning my arms tightly to the roof's ground and the way he looked was just... Before, I didn't believe all the rumors about this guy, the famous Natsume Hyuuga, but now I think I understand a bit more: he really was a jackass.

That, I guess, was mildly attractive.

With my telepathy Alice, I threw him off me. He didn't even stumble, just jumped back and landed solidly on two feet ( the showoff!) in front of me, his piercing gaze not wavering. The cat boy watched me with the eyes of a hawk as I pushed myself up and dusted my hands on my gold-coloured jeans, and like a professional, I didn't take my eyes off him, either.

"Who are you?" he asked again, the tone in his voice unmistakable.

Instead, I walked closer to him—he didn't step back, the brave kid—and replied with another question. "How'd you get up here so fast?"

"Like I wouldn't notice you—I have awesome hearing," he responded, answering the hidden question that impressed me to know he got.

Still, as I watched the boy flick a piece of hair out of his eyes, just one thought popped into my mind:

I couldn't believe my best friend was dating a narcissist.

I wonder if she knew (then again, if she did, I would've loved to be there to see what she said).

"Well then you're smarter than you look." His eyes flashed at my compliment-slash-insult, but I didn't let him shoot off another question I couldn't answer. My cover was now practically written out for me, since it was obvious that I couldn't pretend to be a normal student after being caught stalking him, then almost jumping off a roof. "So, what's the black cat doing out here so late at night? Looking for something?"

He said nothing.

"Well, if you're not going to answer my question, why should I answer yours?" I told him, walking back to lean against the wall of the roof's door.

This time I got a word out of him. "Yes."

Playing a little, I asked, "Yes, what?"

Natsume looked away. "I'm looking for someone."

"Ooh, the cat speaks!" I exclaimed with mock-glee, earning me another glare. "So, since you answered one of my questions, I'll answer one of yours. What do you want to know?"

I expected that I needed to lie. I expected he would ask me who I was, or what I was doing following him, or why I was here, but instead, all I got was, "You're from the DA class, aren't you?"

It surprised me enough that all I had to say was "Yeah."

Something about the look on his face made me... sad. I don't know what it was, but he looked like he was thinking too hard, worrying too much, and trying to find answers to questions he believed he might never find. He looked tired. And somehow I knew that the reason for this was the same reason my best friend felt the pain she felt every single day; the same reason she went out and came back to and from missions; the same reason she might be hurt this very minute.

They both cared too much about the people they loved.

So maybe that was why I said,"Is that all the infamous black cat has to say? All you want to ask me? I might be the only way you can get your answers, get what you ant, and yet you choose to stay silent?"

With that, Natsume raised his eyebrows at me. I knew what he was going to say before the words came out of his mouth. "You're crazy."

How did I know?

Because I got that all the time.

I shrugged. "Wasn't that what you were expecting? Anyone who does missions nowadays is apparently crazy." Seeing the look he gave me, I said, "We hear things, Hyuuga. The entire DA class knows what everyone says about us, and we know how negative your opinions are. But keep this in mind—" I took a few steps forward, no longer having a wall to lean against. "—We're not as bad as we seem."

My comment seemed to make him think about something, and when he met my eye again, his face had a new edge of determination in it that I didn't recall seeing there before. When he spoke, his voice was careful: "Just stay away from me,"

Before I could snipe back a comment, he continued,

"And the people I care about. Or I swear to God, I will hunt each and every one of you down until there is not a single one left."

Ooh, I'm so scared.

Okay, maybe just a little. He's got this cool intimidating aura thing going on for him. I had to admit it was pretty hot.

Too late, buddy; I'm already taken.

I had two right choices from there:

Leave or tell him I wouldn't bother him again.

For some reason, my brain decided to ignore any good advice or options, be stupid and provoke him. I can always blame my brain. "Sorry, Hyuuga, but you don't know who you're talking about."

As I jumped back behind the brick block the door was connected to and teleported away so he wouldn't see my other Alice (a little late on hiding my telepathy, though, thanks to my stupid temper and reflexes), I wasn't sure if he came after me to check if I was still there to get his answers. I didn't look back. I didn't wait. I didn't say anything else to him.

But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to.

The truth, every piece of information that was obviously keeping him up at night, I wanted to tell him to get his simple-minded ass out of the gutter and start looking at the possibilities. Maybe I would do it partly for him, but I only had one person on my mind when I thought about how ironic his statement was. On how much I knew he would want to take his words back if he knew what he was promising.

Cat boy, you just said you were going to hunt down every single DA class member.

Sorry to be the one to inform you, but she's one of us.

-xox-

"Done, already, Kimi?"

I half-glared, half-pouted at my brother as I walked into the exact same room I had been in not too long before. It was still as bland as I remembered it; still as white and empty and drained of excitement as it had been since I left. But the three people sitting in there didn't seem to be as tired and upset as they had been an hour before.

Still, I couldn't help but say, "Miss me already, brother? Sorry to keep you waiting."

The parents chuckled under their breath as Kouta narrowed his eyes at me. I shot his a smirk before sinking into one of the unoccupied seats, embracing an exhaustion different from fighting and training and going on missions. This kind of exhaustion came from thinking too hard on something too long, which was why it was a good thing to have a twin who could take on your burdens for you.

Except what I was worrying about now required both minds.

"Did you ask Persona again, Kouta?"

He shook his head. "He disappeared quickly after he briefed you and Imai healed us. I didn't have a chance to convince him to let us go back for her."

Clenching my fists in my lap, I said, "I can't believe that, for a guy who cares so much about her, he wouldn't let us go back to make sure she's alright. Honestly? I could've slapped him. Should've slapped him. For all we know, she could've been caught, and he's not even letting us go back to rescue her?"

My worrying was bothering him; I could see that. He hated it when I actually thought—he claimed it was how he could tell something was wrong, the cocky bastard—and so whenever I was really worried about something, he couldn't help but worry twice as much.

And do everything he could to make me feel better.

"Kimi, you know for one that Mikan would never get caught. Two, she could communicate with us if she did. Three, she would slap you if you thought of going back there. And four, Persona only knows what she wants the most."

I looked at my brother to see his too-knowing face, which always made me wonder if he was growing up and maturing too fast for someone our age (or maybe that I was growing up too slow). Sometimes I wondered if he knew too much for his own good.

"Persona, I think, cares about Mikan just as much as we do if not more." Kouta looked out the small excuse for a window (the small, barred, one-way mirror near the top of the wall opposite from the door) as he talked. "But he knows her. He knows that she would hate it if he sent us back to get her. He knows that she would hate it if we got hurt because of her. And he knows that she would hate it if we spent our time worrying about her. That part can't be helped, but everything else can. We just need to trust her. And I guess, since she does, we have to trust him."

"I guess so," I sighed tiredly. My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, not only from fatigue from the mission, but also because it was almost freaking midnight. Anyone and everyone knew that staying up late was a total no-no for me, especially if I had training or classes the next morning. Which I did.

Ugh. I was totally going to have to talk to Persona about that.

Faintly, I could hear Kouta talking to the parents. Something about colours, I'm pretty sure, but I was too tired to tell. Sleep was coming in, and I was about to fall into a good dream about a certain DA classmate when I heard raised voices and a scream.

Opening my eyes, I mumbled, "Whazzat?" It wasn't until I saw the extra figure on the floor, dressed in red and not Kouta or the parents (and obviously not me) that my I snapped on my full attention to the small person. It whimpered slight, a sound I'm hateful to say I've heard too many times in my short time here, and I jumped out of my seat to rush over where everyone was crowded around my best friend. "Mikan!"

"I'm back..." she groaned weakly, as I tried to help her over to a chair. My hands were sticky from first contact. That's when I realized that the colour she had been wearing when we left for the mission, the colour she wore for every single assignment we had, the colour that represented one of the words in her alias, wasn't red.

So it really didn't surprise me that she passed out in my arms.

But I can't say I was ready for it.

"Imai!"


Hope you liked it :)

It was originally supposed to be longer, but then it'd cut off part of the next important piece of the story.

Here's a hint to my very awesome readers:

The next chapter is called, Her memories.

Thanks a ton!

-Starlight Curse