I said this on my other story, but I will say it again, I LOVE DR. WHO. IT IS SO FLIPPING AMAZING AND HILARIOUS AND I'M LOVING LIFE SO HARD HARD HARD. "Who ever looked at a screwdriver and said, 'Hm we should make this sonic!'" Anyhow, story story story time! Oh, and by the way guys, I don't know if you've noticed, but in my version of the story, Sumire never has and probably never will hate Mikan, and treats her pretty well, so SORRY IF YOU HATE THAT AND ME! STORY!
"Everybody's here and I'm so excited!" Mikan giggled looking around enthusiastically. Her best friend to her right, Sumire to her left, Anna and Nonoko sitting across from them, it was a girl's day out.
"Settle down, idiot," Hotaru commanded Mikan, giving her a glare with her cold violet eyes. Hotaru looked over Mikan to give Sumire a pained look. "Why did we invite her along?"
Sumire snickered and just patted Hotaru's head which received a dangerous finger twitch on the trigger of the baka gun. "Silly Hotaru. Mikan's the one that organized the whole thing. And anyway, if we left her behind she would have been crying and then Natsume would have crucified us."
"True," Anna and Nonoko chorused.
"I have a feeling that you guys would have left me behind if it weren't for Natsume," Mikan said suspiciously.
That statement was followed by a very awkward silence.
"Guys!" Mikan exclaimed.
"What?" Sumire said defensively. "You talk a lot! Who knows what's going to happen while we're in the movie theater? What if you talk during a movie and somebody gets mad and then tries to kill us all with five small daggers?"
"That was incredibly specific," Hotaru studied the green haired girl with slight interest. "I feel like I should have some sliver of respect for you now. I don't, but I feel like I should." Hotaru said as she mentally put Sumire on her suspects-for-when-I'm-murdered list.
"Well… Thanks. I guess."
The bus jerked forwards, signaling their stop. Mikan tightened her light orange scarf around her neck and linked her arm with Hotaru's as they got up and into the aisle. The girls unloaded themselves off of the bus and started making their way to central town, their hair ruffled by the gentle hand of the winter wind. Mikan, oddly enough, was deep in thought. Her mind was a boomerang and the one who was throwing it seemed to be Personna. She couldn't get rid of his nonchalant attitude as he was escorted away by the police. Like he wasn't finished quite yet. She shook off those despondent thoughts and tried to focus on the fact that she would be able to spend the day with her best female friends.
Mikan's body immediately relaxed as her feet hit the recognizable antique cobblestone pavement that covered the streets of Central Town, the town right by their college. The warm swirling aroma of pastries, howalons, and other delectable treats embraced the girls, protecting them from the biting cold of winter. Cheerful chatter swelled on the sidewalks and greeted one another with unspoken hello's. Despite the comfortable and pleasant atmosphere, Mikan felt a very familiar and cold presence in the streets of such a friendly town. She couldn't put her finger on it, and she obviously couldn't look around to see what was giving her such an ominous shiver, but she decided she would try to pursue the thought later.
"Hey, before we go to the movie theater, can we get some howalon? For snacks?" Mikan asked Hotaru, her voice full of hope.
Hotaru of course immediately shot down the idea, but Nonoko took pity on the hazel eyed girl and purchased some for her. Her ulterior motive was to feel less guilty about the fact that Mikan wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening. She knew Mikan didn't care, but it didn't stop her feeling bad about it.
"Thank you Nonoko!" Mikan gave her friend a big hug when she felt that bitter existence again. She froze and pulled back from Nonoko. She recognized the feeling. It felt just like Personna.
But that was impossible, because he had been escorted by the police right in front of her – using this phrase loosely – eyes. Just in case though…
"Hey Nonoko," Mikan stroked her friend's long dark blue hair, almost as if the repetitive motion would calm down this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I-Is it possible, that maybe, Personna is here?"
"What?" Nonoko snapped backwards, shock written across her face. Anna immediately rushed to her best friend's side, her light pink hair bouncing as she moved. "How is that possible?" Nonoko immediately started searching through the crowd for the old Psychology teacher, half hoping Mikan was wrong, but half hoping she'd find him if Mikan was right. Nonoko looked towards Anna, Sumire, and Hotaru who had gathered after seeing a very startled looking Nonoko. She took a deep breath. "Have any of you guys seen Personna?"
They all shook their heads and Nonoko turned towards Mikan. "Mikan, I think you must have been mistaken."
"No, no. I definitely felt him!" Mikan faltered as she felt the doubtful glances of her friends. She decided to drop the topic, though she knew that Personna had been near, and he hasn't left yet. "Y-You're right. I must have been mistaken."
But even as they walked away, Mikan was positive that she was right, and Personna wasn't in jail. He was out, and close.
"I'm so happy we went to see that movie." Sumire bent over cackling as they walked back to the dorms.
"Me too," Mikan giggled. Even though she couldn't see, she heard everything and it was by far one of the most hysterical afternoons of her life. Second to the one when Narumi had made Natsume and Ruka his dress up dolls and took photos of it that he posted on facebook. Hotaru and Mikan stopped walking on the first floor as Sumire, Anna, and Nonoko kept walking to the second floor, waving good night. "G'night guys!"
Mikan and Hotaru walked into their room and sat on their bed. Mikan did it because she was tired, Hotaru did it because she had the purpose of just setting down her stuff. "I'm going to go get ready for bed in the bathroom. Be back in a minute."
"Alright!" Mikan agreed happily, starting to slip into her warm flannel P.J.'s. Right as she was about to throw her jeans into her hamper, her ears were greeted by the sound of crumpling paper. Mikan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She hadn't remembered putting any paper in her pockets. She pulled it out and was pleased to find out it was written in Braille. She brushed her fingers across it and had to take deep breaths to stay calm.
The pain of loss is second to none,
But dear, there's no place to hide, no place to run.
It's hard to trap a soul with bars of stone,
Because you have nothing to lose when you're all alone.
Appreciate my clue, maybe even revel.
We'll meet again soon enough, at the grave of the devil.
Love, Personna
:333333 CLIFFHANGER! KIND OF SORT OF! DID YOU LIKE IT? I'm sorry there wasn't much Natsume – well none at all actually – in this chapter, but he wasn't relevant to what I wanted to happen, so OH WELL. He shall be back next chapter, as will I. BUT! I must warn you, you beautiful and wonderful and probably not sane readers, I am leaving on Tuesday to drop my brother off at college for the FIRST TIME! So I probably will not post for a few days then, because we're going to be staying where we're dropping him off for a few days. THANKS AND SEE YOU PSYCHOS TOMORROW OR THE NEXT DAY OR MAYBE SOME TIME WITHIN THE NEXT WEEK! By the way children, if you love Dr. Who as much as I do, feel free to tell me that in your review too :D