No, unfortunately I don't own Gakuen Alice.
Sorry belongs to Buckcherry
Slipped Away belongs to Avril Lavigne
Mikan, after Anna and Nonoko had left, had suddenly remembered that Natsume was still bleeding
Mikan, after Anna and Nonoko had left, had suddenly remembered that Natsume was still bleeding. With a gasp, she spun on her heel, only to sigh in relief when she saw that Natsume was still sitting there with his head against the tree trunk, his eyes closed in relaxation.
Soon after, she realized she was still in pain. With a groan, she staggered back to the tree Natsume sat against. She collapsed on the ground beside him and released a sigh.
"What ever happened with the fight?" she asked.
"We won." His eyes remained closed.
She nodded, but she didn't bother masking the relief. "Thanks." She turned to him. "I really appreciate it."
"This is wrong."
She was startled. "Huh?"
Without another word, he stood up and began to head back towards the school. Frowning, she jumped to her feet and followed, having to almost jog to keep up with his fast pace. It was almost as if he were running away from her.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
Natsume lifted his hand. On cue, a small flame started at the tips of her long hair and the smell of burning hair drifted into her nose. With a screech, she hopped back, batting at her hair frantically. By the time it was out, little damage done, Natsume was gone.
"Hotaru!" Mikan wailed. "I don't get it!"
"What makes you think I do?" Hotaru replied stoically.
Mikan was sitting on the floor in Hotaru's lab while Hotaru busily worked on one of her inventions. She was going on and on about how life didn't make sense, and how she didn't know what she said or did, and Hotaru was offering her absolutely no comfort.
"You're almost exactly like him! You're cold and you act like you hate life, and you kiss people for no reason."
Hotaru stopped working and turned to her broken and confused best friend, lying there in a wreck on her floor. "He kissed me, idiot." She leaned against her worktable and stared emotionlessly down at Mikan (intimidating, don't you think?).
"That doesn't help," Mikan continued, throwing her hands all over the place to add emphasis to the point she was trying so desperately to make. "First he hates me, then he kisses me when we're ten years old, which technically means nothing, and then he starts hating me again, but then he saves my life and kisses me again, almost making me believe he wanted to have sex. And then he goes and gets himself all beat up and I take care of him and he asks me to kiss him!" Her eyes were pleading. "I'm so confused."
"I can see that," Hotaru stated.
"Hotaru!"
Hotaru rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot." She turned back to her invention.
Mikan froze for a minute. "Why can't you people be more straightforward?!"
"What did he say to you?"
"I was rejoicing with Anna and Nonoko about you and Ruka kissing, and then I went back to sit with him and thanked him for beating the AAO's ass, and then he said 'this is wrong', and then he got up and walked away! I tried to follow, but he set my hair on fire!"
Hotaru bobbed her head. "That's it?"
"That's it," Mikan confirmed.
"Idiot."
"What?"
"Idiot."
"HOTARU!"
"You'll understand."
Moping, Mikan dragged herself to her feet and exited the lab. Her head was bowed and her shoulders were slumped as she walked up the path and back to the main building so that she could go relax in her room. She wouldn't have noticed Natsume walking the opposite way, walking by her, had he not had the fire alice.
She felt a blast of heat and looked up.
Natsume avoided making eye contact.
Mikan stopped and watched him walk away. Her shoulders were still slumped. "Why do you suddenly hate me?" she called after him gloomily. "I didn't think it was possible to like someone one moment and then hate their guts the next."
Natsume stopped but didn't turn to her. "I've never liked you."
She felt as though she had been shot.
"You're an annoying little girl who's too dense to realize anything."
She felt as though she had been stomped on.
"You mean nothing to me."
And shot again. All together, she'd been shot, stomped on, and shot again.
He caught the look on her face, but he turned away quickly. Why did she have to be so dense?
Mikan watched him go, the tears welling in her eyes. She was sure she had imagined the tinge of regret in his voice.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" she shouted angrily, trying to blink away the tears preventing her from seeing him. "I didn't do anything!"
She may as well have been talking to no one, because Natsume wasn't listening.
Mikan couldn't remember crying so much in her life. As she lay there in her bed, buried beneath her blankets, the events of the past days came crashing down. Everything, all at once, fell on her, and she suddenly felt weak.
Natsume had been on the verge of death.
She realized she had finally fallen in love with someone, someone she had least expected.
Her grandfather died – no, he was murdered.
She was injured in a fight that would determine who won her. Come on! She's not a prize!
And then she gets shunned, and she doesn't even know why.
One hell of a week.
Her breaths were choppy as she tried to control herself. Her pillow was soaked with her tears. A good majority of her hair was plastered to her face, and the strands that weren't were lying around her curled up body in no particular order.
This is how she spent the night.
This is how she dealt with her broken heart.
Mikan had given the cold shoulder to everyone except Hotaru and the rest of her band. She never went to meetings when the White Tigers were in the same room as the Fallen Angels, and she refused to go into the recording studio with Natsume when they were due to record their first album, forcing Hotaru to postpone it until Mikan got herself together.
But it had been a month and a half, with their next concert climbing closer, and Mikan was still a mess. She went to class, grabbed some food, and went to bed. She isolated herself from the rest of her classmates, and the only people she let into her room were her four band members.
Once, Hotaru was watching Mikan wallow in her self-pity when she finally decided that she had had enough. "Mikan, why do you have to be so dense?"
Hotaru Imai, the brainiac, had known all along.
"Shut up, Hotaru," Mikan had retorted. "I'm not in the mood."
"Idiot." And Hotaru had left the room.
Life went on, as it always does. But Mikan never changed. She stayed alone. Sumire often tried to comfort her, saying that she had been rejected by Natsume many times, but then she would add that her and Natsume never really had a relationship, so it was technically different for Mikan.
Before she knew it, she was standing backstage with a pile of clothes in her arms.
She knew that Natsume and Hotaru had been talking. About what, she couldn't imagine.
Since Natsume hadn't been the one to give her the costumes, she was glad to see that they were normal and not skimpy. Instead of having short skirts and revealing tank tops, they had casual, tight jeans and casual tank tops.
Natsume walked by her once, wearing skinny jeans and a muscle shirt – very sexy – and she could almost imagine the look in his eyes pleading her to realize.
Her smile still gone, even after it had been almost two months, she turned towards the change rooms.
Mikan adjusted the height of the microphone stand, her eyes downcast, barely aware of the screams of the fans below her. She wore no smile, not even a fake one. This was no time to be smiling.
"'Kay guys," she said into the microphone. "This one's for my grandpa, who…" She took a breath, "…passed away recently."
Nonoko started on the keyboard.
(Mikan) Na na, na na na, na na
I miss you, miss you so bad.
I don't forget you, oh it's so sad.
I hope you can hear me.
I remember it clearly..
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same.
Ooooh
Na na na na na na na
I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand.
I wish that I could see you again.
I know that I can't
It was hard to sing through her tears.(Mikan) Oooooh
I hope you can hear me cause I remember it clearly.
The day you slipped away.
Was the day I found it won't be the same.
Ooooh
I had my wake up.
Won't you wake up?
I keep asking why.
And I can't take it.
It wasn't fake.
It happened, you passed by.
Now you're gone, now you're gone.
There you go, there you go,
Somewhere I can't bring you back.
Now you're gone, now you're gone.
There you go, there you go,
Somewhere your not coming back.
The day you slipped away.
Was the day I found it won't be the same noo..
The day you slipped away.
Was the day that I found it won't be the same oooh...
Na na, na na na, na na
I miss you…
The cheer was sad, though it was the proper mood for the song. She turned on her heel, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She strode past Natsume without acknowledging his presence. If she hadn't been so caught up in her sorrow, she might have realized the small smirk on Hotaru's lips as she exited the stage.
Mikan stopped at the wall and pounded her fists against it. "Dammit!" she yelled over the music. "Why is this happening to me?" She sank to her knees, her shoulders shaking violently.
Hotaru cast her a sidelong glance but let her be, because her mood was sure to change when Natsume sang his next song. The press would get something more than they had ever gotten before…
(Natsume) Oh I had a lot to say
Was thinking on my time away
I missed you and things weren't the same
'Cause everything inside, it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.
I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back.
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
Mikan's sobbing seized.
(Natsume) This time I think I'm to blame
It's harder to get through the days
We get older and blame turns to shame
'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.
I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back.
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
Every single day I think about how we came all this way.
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried
It's never too late to make it right.
Oh yeah sorry.
I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue.
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back.
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry baby, Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Mikan pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and turned to face the curtain that divided them from the stage, one hand still on the wall, as if it was holding her up.
Natsume was panting as he spoke into the microphone. "That song was dedicated to a very dense but very special someone standing backstage right now." He paused as the crowd erupted in screams of glee. "You probably hate me, but that one was for you, Polka-dots."
She had missed him more than ever over the last two months, almost more than she could bear. A couple of times, she had eyed the drawer in her room that was home to some sharp knives, but now she was glad that she hadn't gone any further than that.
Hotaru smirked. "Idiot. Aren't you going to make a dramatic entrance?"
Her cheeks stained with tears, Mikan burst through the curtains, running around the setup of the instruments until she reached the front of the stage, where Natsume looked over his shoulder and spotted her just on time.
He swung around and readied himself as she leapt forward, clamping her long legs around his waist and locking her arms around his neck. With her nose at his neck, she inhaled the scent that she had missed so much.
Come to think of it, she didn't think it was possible to miss someone so much.
Of course, the fans went absolutely wild…but there was more to come.
"I don't understand," Mikan whispered, her mouth against his ear.
Natsume hugged her tight, as if he was scared to let go. "I'll tell you everything when we get back to the school…on one condition."
Mikan frowned to herself and lifted her head, giving him a quizzical look.
He pushed her head back so that his mouth was by her ear, so that he could talk without shouting. "I'll take you to you room, you can get your pajamas, and then you're coming back to my room with me."
"Excuse me?"
"We've done it before, Polka-dots. You're sleeping in my bed tonight. With me. And if you don't, then I'm not explaining anything to you." He nipped at her earlobe. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want to do that again."
Mikan shook her head. "It's a deal."
The crowd had begun chanting one word. 'Kiss'.
"Well, are you going to disappoint them?" Natsume asked in a low voice.
Mikan pulled her head back and shook it again. "And give up my first kiss with you in two months? Are you kidding? You're like a drug." And then she closed the distance between her lips and his.
She'd never missed someone so much it hurt…not until her grandpa died and Natsume started giving her the cold shoulder. Now that she was finally touching him again, holding him, she wasn't sure if she wanted to let go again, as if she would lose him all over.
It wasn't likely for someone to love you one moment, hate you the next, and then love you again right after. But life's full of twists and turns, no doubt about it.
Mikan groaned tiredly as Natsume placed her on her feet on the solid ground in her bedroom. She stumbled lazily to her dresser and tried to get a hold of the handles. When she did, with great effort, she nearly threw the drawer out in frustration. Natsume watched in amusement as she pulled out a pair of pajamas and walked to her small bathroom to get her toothbrush.
Barely a minute had passed when he heard a loud noise. Rolling his eyes, he walked calmly over to the bathroom and stared down at Mikan, who was lying on the ground with her eyes closed with her toothbrush in her mouth.
"Polka-dots, get up."
With a gasp, she scrambled to her feet. She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth before heading for the door. Unfortunately, in her haste as well as drowsiness, she ran into the doorframe.
"Ouch." And she was back on the ground.
Natsume sighed and picked her up by the upper arms and set her on her feet. He led her over to the bed where she had set the pajamas down and sat her down.
"Take your shirt off," he ordered, picking up the pajama top.
She looked up at him through half-closed lids. "Huh?" she mumbled.
Rolling his eyes once again, he reached behind her and pulled her shirt up over her head, earning himself a squeak of protest.
"What are you doing?" she snapped, though she didn't sound as threatening as she had aimed for.
"I'm putting you in your pajamas." He didn't both spending too much time ogling over her breasts, covered by a black lace bra, a bra with white polka dots. He slipped the pajama tank top over her head and then stood her up. "You have to take your own pants off."
"Mhmm." She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them, revealing lace panties to match her bra.
"Still into polka-dotted panties, little girl?"
"Thanks to you." She managed to step into her long, silk pajama pants, only with the help of Natsume. Before long, he was picking her up and exiting the room, carrying her down the hall to his own room.
When he got to the familiar door, he opened it, for he had left it unlocked for this reason. He carried Mikan inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot, and then brought her over to his bed. He laid her down carefully, as not to disturb her kinda-sorta sleep, and tucked the blankets around her.
He carried on with his night activities – had a shower, brushed his teeth, locked the door, closed the curtains, and then walked over to the bed on the opposite side Mikan lay on, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy boxers.
He snaked his arms around Mikan's waist and reeled her in, breathing in her long-missed strawberry scent.
Unexpectedly, she rolled over so that she was almost on her stomach, but mostly sprawled across his warm, bare chest. "I'm still waiting for the explanation to my dreadful misery for the past two months," she said in a clearer voice. She shifted so that she was on her side, facing him, her body not in contact with his, besides his arms, which were still around her waist. "And I thought I might get a goodnight kiss."
He rolled onto his side, too, so that he was facing her. "I'm surprised you're still awake."
"I'll forget if I fall asleep." She ran her right hand, the one that wasn't underneath her, across his perfectly toned stomach, and she stopped where she could feel the faded grooves of what used to be a life-threatening injury. "Do you have any bandages on you?"
"I haven't gone on a mission for two months." He touched her cold hand. "Which leads us to my explanation." He sighed in contentment. "The day before you woke up, after that ordeal with the AAO, Persona called me to his office and asked me to go on another mission. I told him I wouldn't. He said that he would torture you if I didn't. I took you out to the park to tell you that, but I got caught up in an argument with myself and thought it was better if you didn't know. I gave you the cold shoulder until Persona thought I didn't care about you, so he wouldn't hurt you."
She was shocked beyond words.
"Believe it or not, Polka-dots, I told Narumi that the labor Persona put Ruka and I through was unacceptable. And this is what became of it. We don't have to do missions because Persona's been dealt with."
"Dealt with?"
"I don't know what that's supposed to mean either."
"I would have liked an explanation," Mikan mumbled.
"You got one. That means you have to stop starving yourself and start kissing me to make up for all the ones in between that I didn't get."
"Why don't you do the kissing?" she replied.
He leaned down so that she could feel his breath against her lips. She shuddered involuntarily, and he noticed. Pleased with himself, he planted a soft kiss against her soft lips.
She smiled. "I missed you."
He kissed her again. "It won't happen again."
"It better not."
He kissed her again. "It won't," he promised.
"Hey, Natsume?" Her voice was suddenly grave. "You're not going to die, are you?"
He frowned. "Why would you think that?"
He felt her shrug. "Anna and Nonoko made me watch a movie with them. It was really sad. The guy in the movie died and left his wife with a bunch of letters that were guiding her, I guess. It was called PS: I Love You, and it was kind of depressing. You won't leave me, will you?"
He rolled his eyes at her childishness. "No, I'm not going to die." He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "You know, I really hate how dense you are sometimes."
"Hey!"
"I didn't know if my plan at the concert was going to work. I was trying to give you clues, but you didn't notice. Can you imagine what would happen if you didn't approve of my plan?"
Mikan threw herself onto his bare chest. "Why don't we think about happier things?"
"Like how you're in my bed, lying on top of me, when I'm only wearing boxers?" He chuckled.
Mikan rested her head against his chest. "I said 'happier' not 'perverted'."
"That is a happy thought."
She rested her head in the crook of his neck, her arms bunched up beneath her. "Pervert," she mumbled sleepily.
He slipped his hand up the front of her shirt, making her tense and squeak. "Relax," he said. "I'm not going to rape you." He could feel where she had been injured. There was no doubt that it would forever scar her perfect body.
She sighed softly, content. "Can you do me a favor in the morning?"
"Hm." Her favorite, snotty sound.
"After I wake up and have a shower, can you make out with me?" She wiggled closer, if that was possible. "You smell good, by the way." She lifted her head and planted a tender kiss on his lips.
"Not much of a favor," he said with a smirk. "I bet you can't wait until morning."
"You're right. I can't."
When Mikan awoke in the morning, her legs were tangled in Natsume's. Her head was on the pillow, barely a centimeter from Natsume's. Her right arm was wrapped around him, and she was glad to see that his eyes were still closed, for her face was currently bathing in a pool of slobber.
Disgusted, she sat up and wiped it off of her cheek.
The room was lightly illuminated from the sunlight let in through the bottom of the curtains that covered the windows. The birds were chirping happily outside, and she could already tell that it was going to be a wonderful day.
She carefully flung the blankets back and was just about to put her foot down on the ground when Natsume stirred beside her and sat up with a tired moan. He ran his hand through his messy hair and blinked to focus his vision. "I thought you wanted to make out."
She laughed. "Of course I do," she said quietly. "But I said after I had a shower." She stood up and stretched and was just taking a step towards the bathroom when Natsume snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her back down onto the bed.
She yelped in surprise. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
He laid her down on her back and hovered over her with that famous smirk on his face. "I'm not in the mood to wait." It definitely wasn't a request.
Mikan frowned. "But I smell bad."
"You smell like strawberries," he corrected, leaning down so that his mouth was barely touching hers. "Last time I made out with you was pretty good, but I want it better, understand?"
She narrowed her eyes as a challenge. "You're on."
Still smirking, he attached his mouth to hers, gently at first. He slipped his arm underneath her and flipped her on top of him, one hand on the back of her neck. As he had done before, he ran his tongue along her bottom lip.
Even though it had happened before, his skill made her pull away, breathless. After taking a few deep breaths, she glared down at him. "Can you stop making me forget how to breathe?" she hissed.
He gave her a blank look. "I'm not doing anything."
"You're too good."
"I know you have it in you."
"Really? How so?"
"You were pretty good for your first time. Your second should be better." He pulled her face down again. After giving her a few more kisses, keeping his tongue to himself, he rolled her over again, so that his body was mostly on top of hers.
"I thought you wanted to make out," Natsume teased, pulling away again.
Mikan glared at him again. "Well, you're going to have to stop with the skimpy kisses and keep your mouth on mine before I can do any making out."
And the morning carried on.
Life was good.
Both bands took a trip down to the recording studio, and before long, each band had one album out. They had about the same amount of sales, and that number was bursting through the roof, no doubt about it.
They weren't scheduled to have another concert until fall, around the last day of school, the last day of being trapped in the Academy. Each day, the grade 12 students climbed closer and closer to freedom, and that meant final exams.
The day before the math exam, Mikan had spent 14 hours studying. Now, though the studying paid off and she felt good about the test, she was exhausted. When she finished, with ten minutes left in the class, she folded her arms under her head and closed her eyes.
She didn't notice when Mr. Narumi entered the classroom and called Ruka and Natsume out.
It wasn't until the bell rang and she looked around, dazed, did she realize the absence of the two handsome lads. At first, she was confused, and wondered if she was going crazy. She couldn't remember if Ruka and Natsume had even shown up for class to begin with.
And then she saw Hotaru sitting in her seat, unaware of the activity around her, staring at the door as people exited.
Frowning, Mikan stood up and slowly walked over to her. "Where'd they go?"
Hotaru shifted her eyes to her best friend, though her head didn't move. "Narumi came and took them out. Persona was with him."
Had her heart just stopped?
Mikan forgot how fast she was able to run. She raced down the hallways, her eyes clouded with tears, but she didn't stop until she reached Natsume's room. She didn't even bother knocking, but instead she just tore the door open, not entirely surprised to see it unlocked.
She shut the door and turned around abruptly, only to find herself running right into Natsume, knocking him over.
He ended up on the ground flat on his ass, and she ended up on her hands and knees, between his slightly outstretched legs. She stared at him, slightly surprised, slightly angry, and slightly scared.
"Who said you didn't have to knock?" Though his tone didn't give it away, he knew that she was suspecting.
"You said no more missions!" she screamed. Her cheeks were glistening from her tears. "You said you didn't have to do those stupid missions anymore!" She slammed her fists on the ground repeatedly, her eyes never leaving his. "You lied!"
No facial expression. "Calm down."
She almost looked offended. "How am I supposed to calm down when you're getting yourself ready to go and almost get yourself killed? What if this is the last straw for you? What if you're not coming back this time?"
Natsume reached up and put his hands on either side of her face. Her stroked her cheek with his right thumb, wiping away her tears. "I promise you that this is the last time we'll be going on a mission," he said sincerely. "We didn't know about it. I didn't expect the AAO to keep to their word. All Ruka and I have to do is blow up their headquarters. As long as we keep quiet, we shouldn't have to do any fighting. Now, I'm not going to start telling you that everything is going to be fine, and I'm definitely not going to promise that we're going to make it back in perfect shape, because I don't know. I will, however, promise that I'll try my hardest to come back for you."
Mikan rocked back onto her heels, but she didn't let Natsume take his hands off of her. Closing her eyes, she nodded. "'Kay," she agreed.
"I have ten minutes before I have to leave." He carefully took his left hand off of her cheek – her eyes shot open in panic at the movement – but he place it instead on her waist and pulled her into his chest. "I'd really like it if I didn't have to be worrying about you worrying about me while we're gone." He rested his chin on the top of her head.
She nodded again.
"If everything goes according to plan, we should only be a couple hours. You can stay in here, if you want to, but it would make a whole lot more sense if you got together with Imai and studied for the science test tomorrow. She's not going to be feeling any better than you are, since her and Ruka are officially a couple. You and I aren't, so you might need to give her a little more comfort."
"Why aren't we an official couple?" Mikan sniffed.
He smirked. "Wait," he said softly. "I have something better in store for you."
They sat in silence for the remainder of his time at the school that night, and a knock on the door disturbed them at exactly 4:15 in the afternoon.
Sighing, Natsume pushed Mikan up and stood up. She stood up after him and wiped her eyes furiously with the back of her hand.
He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, and then went over to open the door.
Ruka didn't look much happier, and Hotaru, who was standing beside him, looked paler than usual, if that was even possible.
Natsume looked over his shoulder to see what Mikan was going to do, and then stepped aside for her to exit and go stand beside Hotaru. He closed the door behind him, nodded at Ruka, and then started down the hallway.
Ruka sighed heavily, kissing Hotaru on the forehead before following Natsume.
Mikan was lying on her bed, her face buried in her pillow and her shoulders shaking as she cried silently. Hotaru was in her own room, and she had left without a word, only giving Mikan a comforting hug.
Hotaru has always been better at containing her emotions, but Mikan hadn't.
A siren sounded in the distance, maybe multiple sirens.
The seconds seemed like minutes, the minutes like hours. By the time Mikan looked up from her sanctuary under her blankets, only one measly hour had passed. Groaning in frustration and annoyance, she threw her covers back and stood up. She stormed into her kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it up with water from the tap.
Her eyes fell upon the picture of her grandpa.
They hadn't let her go to the funeral.
The damn school was too worried about her 'safety'.
They hand holding the cup began to shake, sloshing water over the tiled floor. Before she had even taken a drink, she wound up her arm and threw it as hard as she could against the wall.
It shattered on impact and she stared blankly at the wet spot on the wall.
On knock on her door stopped her from further destroying her room.
She unsteadily made her way to answer it. When she opened the door, she wasn't surprised to see Hotaru standing there, still grim-faced, still paler than usual.
For a moment, they stood there, staring each other down. Before any words could be exchanged, the sirens Mikan had heard minutes before were suddenly much closer, and with a stabbing feeling in her chest, she realized the sounds were from at least two ambulances.
She turned her head to her window, and then looked back at Hotaru, no expression. Hesitantly, she turned and glided over to the window, only to stagger back as soon as she looked down at the gates.
The guard was opening the metal bars to let two ambulances in.
She turned around and dashed back to the door. Hotaru caught on quickly and followed as she ran down the hallway, thankful for her speed and agility. Only a minute a 41 seconds had passed when they got down to the main building, and only two minutes and 13 seconds has passed when they stopped at the edge of the crowd surrounding the alice hospital.
Why wasn't it surprising to see that most of the onlookers were panicked females?
The ambulances were outside, but whoever they had been carrying were already in the hospital.
Sumire saw them first, and then she eyed the crowd that was nearly impossible to get through. Most of the people in it were part of her fanclub, meaning she had control over them.
"Everyone move it!" she shouted over the noise. "Mikan and Hotaru get first priorities!"
The crowd parted.
Flashing a thankful glance to Sumire, Mikan and Hotaru sprinted down the isle created, and entered the alice hospital. Narumi saw them, but he didn't stop them. Instead, he motioned to his left from where he was standing, talking to the paramedics that had brought them in.
Natsume and Ruka were in the same room, in the ICU on the bottom floor. Each had a group of nurses and doctors taking care of them, each had blood covered bandages covering every inch of their body, each was hooked up to multiple machines…
…including a heart monitor.
Each had intensive care, but neither had a beating heart.
A/N: It's been a pretty crazy week. On Friday and Saturday I had my basketball tournament. We had a back to back game on Saturday since we won the bronze medal game, so we went on to play for gold. Unforunately, I got hurt in the last eight minutes of the game (tore some muscle tissue). My assitant coach carried me off the court (which was funny, seeing as she isn't very big). My screaming was pretty impressive. My teammates thought i broke something because apparently I'm 'not the crying type'. But i managed to get home (with great difficulties and pain) and there was a puppy waiting! Omg he's so cute! He's been the center of my week.
This past Thursday we had a pep rally, which means sports award. I was SO SURE i wasnt going to get an award this time, so i bet someone four bucks and lost. (though MVP is something to be proud of, I was more concerned about my money). haha.
Anyway, Jasper's (that's the puppy's name) has been good. He has this thing for biting.
Sorry for the cliff hanger! ilu guys! haha. Spring break means i should get some updates in :)
Thanks to all my readers and reviewers!
xoxo
Ducky-san