Angels

By: Iceyicecream

Angels

Chapter Nine

I think I've been writing a lot! Don't judge me if this chapter is kind of corny!

Mikan walked into her bed room and locked the door so no one could disturb her. "Is he really cheating on me?" Mikan asked herself in a whisper.

Mikan took the photos out of her pocket and then scanned through them. They didn't look very old…Mikan's eyes widened when she remember just a few days before Natsume's death that she was wearing that…and so was Natsume. Mikan gasped…she remembered what he said when he became angry at her for being so childish and watching her cartoons and such.

(Flashback)

"I can't believe your watching this stupid thing again!" Natsume said when he saw her watching a few years ago, "And there aren't any new episodes! The episodes are same thing over and over again!"
"But it's funny!" Mikan said as she saw the cat get hit in the head with an ironing board by the mouse.

"Why don't you act more like your age? You're like a seven year old!"
"Well you like a forty year old who can't stop nagging!" Mikan retorted quickly.

Natsume sighed. "I wish you acted more like Imai." He whispered.

"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
(End of Flashback)

Mikan started crying. "How could he do this?" She asked through her sobs, "I loved him! And I still do! But how am I supposed to believe that he's here for me and not for Hotaru instead?"
Mikan put her head into her pillow and started to cry even louder. Then she stood up. "I'll tell Ruka-Pyon!"

But then she became gloomy a few minutes after she said that. "If I tell him and it's not true…then I could ruin their relationship…I don't even know if these pictures were photo shopped."
As soon as she finished her sentence she started laughing hysterically. "You little bitch." Mikan said through her hysterical laughs, "I see what you were trying to do."
Mikan smirked and grabbed the photos and through them into her trashcan by her desk.

Though she had cleared her mind of the thought of Natsume and Hotaru behind Ruka and her back being together, in a small corner of her heart she could still feel the pinging pain of them being together.