Cheers for the last (definitely most awaited) drabble of my set! And like Tsubasa and Misaki's, I've always thought of a different song for them at first. That song aimed for the same comical effect I also wanted for the TxM drabble, but I eventually decided on keeping this song after I heard it on TV a few days ago. So well, here you go.

Drabble 11: Natsume x Mikan

Main Genre: General

Word of the Drabble: Warmth

Dedicated to: To Romantically Loveless, because your just filled with awesomeness from motorcycles to smiley signs and everything else in between, to Heartbroken Confession, just so you know, it was your incredible fic Laughter that inspired me to write this drabble, and though I don't believe it's as good as anywhere near yours, I hope you could appreciate the effort, and to Tearless Sonnet, my long-lost, newfound Soul Sistah. (: Thanks for being very amazing, you guys. :D

Hyuuga Natsume had three kinds of fire, each having that distinct quality that affected him and the people around him differently in more ways than one. He didn't regard the fact, and usually it never seemed evident. People never saw him as someone who had the trait of predictability, and often, these fires were a reminder of how far from constant he could get.

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He was mostly known by his explosive temper, and so will be this fire.

At times he felt angry; it came out from him like a raging serpent set in flames. It showed no mercy, because it depicted wrath itself. In some paradoxical way, it was a cold fire, solely because it was unfeeling fury that took no one in kindness. It wreaked havoc and spelled destruction in its path, burning everything it can in plain reach. It easily spread because it fed off white-hot hatred, an undying hate had Natsume harbored himself in the years that had gone; towards Gakuen Alice, his heartless mentor Persona and the missions he gave, and even at some point, the kind of life he was forced to lead.

He found this blaze rather hard to contain, though the easiest to wield due to how he grew so accustomed in using it, making it a toiling fury that his enemies, and sometimes his friends, had long feared. True to word, it was a violent and contemptuous inferno that no one had ever dared to face.

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He seemed invincible and great before the sight of others, but deep down was a weary soul that only yearned for its rest.

He was free to admit to himself that it was a pathetic part of himself he can never get rid of. It was weak and useless, just as much as the user is when he wields this at the peak of his discomfort. It comes out when his powers reach an exhaust, and just like its own master's blood shed as its companion, it comes out, unwelcomed and disliked. To him, it was more of a weakness, nothing more than a sputtering flame that was very easy to put out. He found it troublesome whenever it would suddenly appear to him on his missions, for it not only brought him down but also signaled the pain that usually came along with it.

And like many things that wear us out, this feeble blaze taught him humility, and reminded him of the things which basically made him human.

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He had a cold heart, she had a warm smile.

He never saw it coming, and he never expected her to come into his life either. He usually didn't care, but there was something in her that actually made him do. When she did something incredibly stupid, it was enough to make him do something stupidly courageous in return. It took a long time coming, but eventually, when it did, that was when he felt it grow inside of him. It started out as a faint spark until it slowly but surely became an almighty fire. It did not raze nor scorch, because it was a fire – as he was perfectly aware of – that could protect. It wasn't destruction or danger, it was light and warmth.

And yet ironically, it was the flame that cost him most of his life.

It took the hardest time to produce because it took a lot of heart, and because of this, it also proved difficult to manipulate without having him hurt those who he treasured the most; the people he wanted to keep safe. It was a valiant and selfless flame that was often misunderstood; at most times by the girl he loved, but even so, he never grew tired of using it – even if it meant the endless suffering that was going to reside with it soon.

It had intended death for him from the very start, but he wholly knew and believed that as long as it meant life for the others, most especially for her, his heart would continue on telling him otherwise.

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Hyuuga Natsume had three kinds of fire, each having that distinct quality that affected him and the people around him differently in more ways than one.

At most times she got burnt. At most times she got hurt. At most times she got upset. But all this time, she was never aware that he all did it to protect her.

They unconsciously shared something special, the feeling was mutual because as he did it to show her his love, she went through whatever for a chance at loving him.

And when asked how she'd been able to survive every singe, pain, and ache it had ever brought her, she'd shrug and simply say, "I'd take it all, mostly because he's my partner, even through the fire."

Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall
For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all
Through the fire, through whatever, come what may
For a chance at loving you, 'Id take it all the way
Right down to the wire, even through the fire

I know you're afraid of what you feel, you still need time to heal
And I can help if you'll only let me try
You touch me and something in me knew
What I could have with you

Through the Fire – Chaka Khan

Though I never thought of it at first, the moment I heard it, I felt the idea click just right. That's the last for my song drabble fics, so better watch out for my next one-chappie Tonight. Enjoy the holidays, you guys. (:

P.S. Looks like I got on to that deadline huh? :)

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- Foxtrotelly