Yay! I updated! Which means that I have finished my other story, Frozen Secrets. (Actually, I finished a long time ago but I was too lazy to write...Sorry for the slow update.) Please check it out if you have time! Detailed description is on my profile page ^.^
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"Huh?" I blurted out without thinking, and Tsubasa let out a soundless laugh, running his hand through his silky hair.
"Well, I expected that much." He gave out a sad smile. "I love you."
I blinked.
"I've loved you for a long time, actually." Tsubasa rubbed his neck sheepishly, letting out a weak laugh. "But I guess I never really realized, or rather, acknowledged it, as you were with Natsume." He stared at me, suddenly extremely serious, and I squirmed uncomfortably.
"But now, he has forgotten you. He loves another girl. You're not his anymore, and now I have a chance." He took my hand, and I couldn't find the strength to pull away. I looked down, and waited for him to continue. "Mikan, I'm just asking for a chance. You don't have to answer me immediately. Take some time to think over it."
He smiled at me, the same boyish grin my dear senpai always gave me when we were younger, but this time his eyes had a tint of sadness. Then he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. To think that Tsubasa-senpai would like me in that way…
I need to go home.
It's almost a week after I confessed to Mikan. Granted, I might have been a little impatient to go and confess to her like that, but I doubt there would be a better time than that.
I groaned a little before slumping against my sofa, an arm over my eyes. I concentrated on breathing. I didn't want to think about what I had done and what would happen to our relationship from now onwards.
I don't want to think about it…
I jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. I hastily went to pick it up. The screen flashed the name I wanted to see least, Natsume Hyuuga.
"Hello?" I tried to control my voice, keeping it from shaking.
"I-Is this Tsubasa Andou?" The voice over the line sounded a little hesitant. What a pain. "I got the number from Ruka."
"Yeah." I answered almost irritably. "What's up?"
"Can we meet up somewhere?" He asked, his tone hardening. "I have something I want to tell you."
What the hell. Didn't I already tell him to back off? I rubbed my hand through my hair and sighed. "Sure." I answered after a beat, clenching my fits and, oddly, a smile was forming on my face. I'm going to make sure he disappears. "How about Starbucks© in half an hour?"
"Sure." I stayed standing for a while, holding the phone to my ear even after he hung up. What did he want to talk to me about? Ah screw it, I'll know when he tells me. I have to be cautious with whatever I say, or else I'll end up making Mikan hate me.
I grabbed my coat and keys, shutting the door behind me with a bang.
Tsubasa is late…I thought as I stared at my phone. Granted, he was only a minute late, but somehow I still felt a little victorious. Like I'm a better person than he is for being on time. Oh hell, I set my chin on my hand as I looked out, I'm acting like a stupid child.
I heard the chiming of the doorbell and not a second later, Tsubasa sat down across from me, a displeased look on his face.
"So?" He started after a few minutes of us just staring at each other. "What did you want to tell me?"
I held my hand up and leaned in. "First," I trained my eyes on him, "are you and Mikan really dating?"
Tsubasa's eyes looked away as he licked his dry lips. "Yes."
Liar…I wanted to say, but whatever. If he wanted to pretend to have the advantage, why the hell not? "Then I'm sorry to say, you'll be striped of that position."
Tsubasa looked at me with a look of both confusion and surprise. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." I grinned slightly. "I'm going to get Mikan back no matter what it takes."
His heart lurched for a moment, but then he suddenly started chuckling. "Are you kidding me?" He laughed. "You think it's that easy? And what about your girlfriend, Luna?"
"We broke up." I said simply, my eyes glancing downward in a guilty habit.
"I'm not going to let you have her after everything you did." Tsubasa's tone dropped.
My amnesia was more or less a touchy subject for me, especially when put like that, so I couldn't help my slam my fist on the table in an angry bang, standing up and pushing my chair back with a squeak. "It was an accident! It's not like I wanted to forget everything. I'm the freaking victim here! I'm the one who wants to remember more than anything!" My voice cracked slight—slightly. "You will not use that against me, you hear?"
"Though it's undeniable that you treated Mikan horribly." Tsubasa did not seem fazed at my words or actions in the slightest. "Even if you lost your memories, couldn't you be a little nicer to a young girl like her?"
"I admit I could have considered her feelings more," I tucked my hands in my pocket. "But it's not too late for me to get her back. I'm going to give it everything I've got."
I turned around and walked towards the door, a small smirk dancing on my lips.
"I just thought I should let you know, since you're her boyfriend and all." I heard the cashier bid me goodbye as I opened the door. "By the way, just like you said, I'm going to start my getting my memories back."
Then I left.
How long has it been since I gave Tsubasa a…heads up? I actually have no idea how to recover my memories. I sighed for the millionth time as I sat, lazing on my sofa.
Really…All that big talk with Tsubasa. I can't even summon the courage to ask Mikan if she would know anything…But if she knew, she would probably have done it already, right? Maybe that teacher—was it Narumi?—would know.
Ah, that's right…Narumi.
I quickly fished out my phone and dialed Ruka's number. Maybe he has the contact info of Narumi.
"Hello?" I heard him say a beat after he picked up.
"Hey, Ruka." I greeted back. "Do you have Narumi's contact info?"
"Natsume!" He sounded surprised and a little happy, bringing a smile to my face unconsciously. "Narumi? Wait, you remember him?"
"Ah…" I slumped on my sofa. "No, but I somehow came across the academy and went in. I met him there."
"Oh, I see." He sounded slightly disappointed. "I have his phone number. I'll send it to you."
"Thanks." I hung up after a few moments. Not a second later, Ruka sent me his phone number through text.
Making sure I didn't mistype anything, I dialed Narumi's number for the first time…though I might have called him before I lost my memories.
Ah speaking of which…I might of had his phone number saved in my phone…Whatever.
"Narumi speaking!" A cheerful voice answered after a few rings.
"Narumi?" I greeted. "This is Natsume."
"Natsume-kun?" He was slightly surprised. "How rare. You never call before, and now you call when you don't remember me. The world really works in mysterious ways." Somehow the way he talked started annoying me.
"Yeah, whatever." I mumbled. "I…I need help. Advice."
"Oh?" Narumi's voice softened slightly. "Let's hear it then."
"I want to recover my memories." I started explaining, running my hand through my hair. "But I don't know how to. Would you by any chance know something that could help me?"
Narumi laughed on the other side of the line. "I'm no doctor. How would I know something that even doctor's can't help with?"
I sighed. Dammit. "Yeah, ok. I understa—"
"But," I was caught by surprise at that. I waited for him to continue. "You're not asking for something…medical, right?" I could practically hear a smile in his voice. "You're asking for something closer to supernatural."
"Maybe." I said slowly, grinning.
"Then I might be able to help." Narumi chuckled. "But no promises."
"No harm in trying." I laughed slightly. "I have nothing to lose."
The sound of the doorbell echoed around the house. Wondering who it was, I wiped my hands on my apron before opening the door.
"Tsubasa!" I exclaimed, surprised at his appearance in front of my door. I couldn't help but think about his confession weeks before…
"Yeah," he smiled at me charmingly, yet something was off about it. "May I come in?"
"Oh!" I laughed at myself. "Of course, come in." I stepped aside to let him in, and led him to the couch.
After a moment of silence, Tsubasa started quietly, his head hung low. "Actually…I came here to confirm something."
"Yeah?" I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No." He was strangely serious. "I won't be staying long." A little unnerved, I sat back down and just stared at him. He hid his face with his bangs as he clasped his hands.
"Do you…want to get back with Natsume?" He asked and I laughed lightheartedly.
"Well even if I want to, it's impossible now." I looked down at my lap as my fingers started fidgeting.
"Do you still like him?" He asked again and I fell silent.
"I…" My mouth went dry. I didn't know how to answer. Then, in my surprise, Tsubasa suddenly lifted his head and beamed at me with the most charming smile I've ever seen.
"Thank you. I just wanted to confirm something." He grinned again before standing up, stopping in front of the door.
"Mikan," he called and I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "I'm going to fight for you fair and square." My cheeks flushed pink as he laughed before he bid me goodbye, and then shut the door behind him.
I was dumbfounded by his actions, and confused as to why he took his time to come here when all he wanted to ask was such silly questions.
But really…Do I still like him? It would be nice if I could say no, it would be stupid if I say yes, but…I couldn't answer him. I didn't even know.
The phone rang loudly and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I clumsily ran to my phone, which was lying on the couch, and the screen flashed an unknown number.
"Hello?" I spoke into the phone, wondering if it was a scam call.
"Is this Mikan Sakura?" A soft voice asked over the phone. Who was this…?
"Yes, I am. And you are…?" My eyes grew wide at her response, her voice becoming colder and louder.
"Mikan-chan, it's been a while. I'm Luna Koizumi. I would like to meet up with you sometime; I have something very important to tell you." Somehow, I did not like her tone, it spooked me out, though it also had some sort of hypnotizing effect.
"K-Koizumi-san?" Surprises just keep popping out of nowhere. But this gave me a bad feeling. "Ah, I'm sorry…I'm pretty busy lately, so I don't think I have much time to meet up with you. I'm really sorry—"
"Don't say that, Mikan-chan." She said cheerfully over the phone. "I'll promise it'll be quick. Actually, it's about Natsume-kun…" That caught my attention.
"W-What about him? Did something happen? Did he faint again?" I asked desperately and she merely chuckled at me.
"No, no. None of that. He's alright. It's just…Ah, I'll tell you when I see you. How about it?" Her voice sounded so inviting, and I gulped as I knew my resolve was weakening. Finally, I sighed.
"When and where?"
Ho ho, so this chapter has a lot of things going on. (I tried really hard to finish this before Christmas ends...) Natsume sounds a little more like he used to, right? He's trying to learn how to recover his memories from Narumi, I wonder if it'll work? Tsubasa...I wonder what he was doing? Why did he ask all those weird questions? And Luna...why did she call Mikan? Is she good or bad? What will happen to Mikan? Well, you'll just have to read on!
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