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Natsume told me to not own Gakuen Alice. :3

Who can resist Natsume? *swoon*

Note

Hi guys! I'm so so so sorry for not updating in a while. D:

I don't want to be like one of those people who update every month T-T

Well I'm going to be updating as much as I can this month 'cause school reopens next month and I'll be hell busy.

So don't forget to review ! ^^

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Natsume placed me down gently on the master bed, and sat himself down on a brown leather chair. He stared at me intently, before finally dropping his gaze to his shoes.

I shuffled my feet uncomfortably unsure of what to do.

He cleared his throat and fidgeted with his shirt collar. Something he only does when he's nervous or annoyed.

Reality finally hit me and I remembered I was supposed to be mad at Natsume. "So are you going to tell me why you kidnapped me again?!"

He sighed and his gaze softened. "Sorry," he said softly. "There was no other way I could get you to talk to me." I've never seen him so nervous.

"Have you ever considered asking me? Nicely."

"Well that didn't work very well the last time, did it?" he retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"Natsume," I waited for him to look me in the eyes before continuing. "You left me broken hearted for five years and no trace of where you were going to and absolutely no communication, and one day you just decide to barge right back into my life and expect me to- to-"

"Forgive me." he finished for me. His eyes were no longer warm, and inviting. They were now cold and distant; something only a close friend would notice.

I said nothing. I wanted to hate him; to rip out his heart and shred it into a million pieces so maybe he can at least feel half of what I felt. He left me so cold and alone it was so hard for me to open up and trust a guy after he left me.

But I knew. That there was a tiny miniscule part of my heart that remained devilishly stubborn to reality; and still wanted to love him.

And I know. That deep inside my stubborn self, I'm aching for him so bad.

Natsume disrupted my thoughts by speaking all of a sudden. "Well, I'm here for another matter." He said with an icy tone. I looked up at him questioningly.

"I'm getting you a donor for your treatment." He continued, stealing a glance at me and immediately looking away.

"What?" I blurted out. What the heck?

"Someone agreed to donate their kidney for you." He explained, annoyed. I felt like a toddler asking for an explanation for a scientific theory.

I blinked. "Really?"

"Yes." He hissed, shaking his head.

"How did you know?"

"A doctor told me."

"And why would he do that?"

"Shut up, idiot. You ask too many questions."

I bit my lip to resist the urge of my increasingly painful growing smiling muscles. I wanted to call Hotaru and Anna and tell them, but my cell had dropped out of my pocket while Aoi was trying to kidnap me.

But something hit me.

"Natsume?"

He grunted.

"Who is my donor?" I asked slowly; watching his movements carefully.

He didn't reply.

"Well?" I pressed on, getting more curious by the passing second.

He shrugged.

I jumped off the bed and ran towards Natsume to face him. His eyes scanned my face, and I felt my cheeks flush. He raised a pale cold hand and touched my cheek. Except it wasn't cold, it was warm. And it felt nice; too nice in fact.

"Are you my donor, Natsume?"

"Does it matter?" he asked; his hand not leaving my face. He brushed his hand on my cheek; causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand.

"Yes." I mumbled, looking away.

He inched his face closer before muttering, "Liar."

I froze. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak.

LIAR?!

I wanted to scream; and tell him it meant the world to me. But my voice box remained unresponsive.

His warm lips pressed against my forehead.

"I missed you." He whispered in my ear before flouncing out of the room swiftly.

As soon as he shut the door quietly behind him, I collapsed onto the soft velvet bed, drifting off into dreamy sleep on my tear soaked pillow.

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I opened my eyes to find myself in a dark room. I wasn't even sure if I was in a room. Everything was in darkness, everywhere I looked. I got up onto my feet and padded around slowly to find nothing but thin air and the cold marble flooring. I felt like a fish, swimming around aimlessly untill I possibly bump into something good.

I closed my eyes, and prayed for a miracle to happen. Where was I? I took a few more unsteady steps forward to hear something creaking beneath my feet. It all happened too fast for me to grasp anything.

I felt the ground beneath me collapse; and I was sent hurling down into the pitch black nothingness. As I hit solid ground, I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth; hoping that it would make the pain subside.

It only got worse. I screamed, unable to control the growing pain that was taking over me. I tried thinking of something, to distract me from my jaw clenching pain. I tried remembering Hotaru and Anna; in the school yard playing truth or dare. But the memory faded away as easily as rubbing away chalk from a blackboard.

I whimpered, the pain becoming uncontrollable. I closed my eyes and waited for my life to pass me by so I could go to heaven or hell or wherever I was supposed to go.

I heard soft footsteps nearing me; probably my killer. I flinched, while my eyes remained closed. Instead of the cold sting of a knife or the blast of a shot gun; I felt a pair of warm hands on my face. I didn't want to open my eyes; neither did I want my strange encounter to disappear.

We stayed in silence, and the most-likely-male-figure beside me had had me curled up in his arms. He was brushing my bangs away from my face; and it felt so comforting; if I could only stay like this forever.

The pain was subsiding; and I suddenly felt the urge to open my tired eyes. I tightened my grasp on his shirt so he wouldn't disappear when I opened my eyes.

"Mikan." he said softly into my hair.

His voice was so smooth, and calm.

I opened a bit of my eyes to find myself looking up to a cream colored plaster ceiling.

What?

I forced open both of my eyes.

I was back in the hotel room; and the worst part was that I was alone. I whipped my head around to check if Natsume was in the room. There was absolutely no form of life.

I sighed, and realized I had been dreaming. I also realized that I was drenched in sweat; and my face was blotchy. I grabbed a bath robe I dragged myself over to the bathroom.

I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open to find a very surprised looking Natsume brushing his teeth. His ripped chest was bare; and he only had a towel wrapped around his waist.

I guess I sort of remember why I fell in love with him.

"S-sorry." I stuttered, and reached for the doorknob to close the door shut and scream as loud as I could into my pillow.

"Wait," he urged, holding the door back. I looked up at him nervously. There was concern all over his gorgeous face. "Are you okay?"

"I uh- I. Yeah, I'm fine. But I have to go, what time is it?"

He chuckled, and glanced at the small digital clock on the sink. "Three thirty."

"I slept in the whole day?!"

He smirked before walking out of the bathroom and pulling open the drapes. A mouthed a small 'o'. It was three thirty in the morning. There was no way I could walk back to our house without getting mugged or raped.

But something else caught my eye.

Two slightly blurred figures standing in the walkway of the hotel; one with a binoculars heading directly at me and another one with a camera.

I couldn't see their faces clearly because we were on the highest floor, but I had a hunch I knew who they were.

I bulged my eyes wide open, and closed the drapes as fast as I could. Natsume furrowed his brows and looked at me questioningly.

"Something wrong?" he asked, tentatively.

"Shit." I cursed, glancing staring at Natsume's bare body.

"What?" He asked, a bit more seriously this time.

"That was Hotaru and Anna."

"So?"

"They were worried about me and-"

"I don't really see your point here." He retorted.

Interrupting sentences was one of his many traits that always ticked me off.

"We are in a hotel room." I said shortly, crossing my arms.

"Uhuh."

"And we're sort of alone."

"And?"

"I'm wearing a robe and you're in uh- that. And, they might get the wrong-"

"Oh. Damn." He muttered, grazing his hand through his dark raven hair.

I'm going to get a lot of crap from Hotaru when I see her. If I ever see her again.

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Note

Was this chapter too long?

I wanted to make it long 'cause I feel bad for not updating in a while. ):

Sorry , I was really busy.

Anyway, green button anyone? ;D

Tell me what you think.

- Aiko