Hey guys!! So sorry for the long yet not so long wait...hehe...so.,...what's been happening???? well...bye bye mikan and hello tom and jerry(if you know what i mean) Thnx for all the reviews!! it has been a pleasure writing for you guys!! so...as we continue with their lives...i hope you guys will send in more reviews cos whenever i get reviews, i get this tingly feeling in me gut!! haha...so... it goes on (warning:contains very heaty moment...not)
Chapter 11: Consequence
I:
Time passed slowly. Summer turned to autumn, bringing with it sadness as deep as the ocean. Students (mostly the boys) wondered where their lovely Sakura had disappeared to. Narumi told them that she had gone to see her fatally ill grandfather. Deciding to take care of him for the rest of his days, she had transferred to the Parisian Academy branch. Much to the boys' disappointment and the girls' delight. Rumours were circling that the 'Sakura Sakamoto' fan club was planning to break out and find their idol.
It was a lie of course. So much for stop telling lies. Natsume knew that all too well. And he would take that truth to the grave if he had to. But as time wore on, he began to doubt Mikan's promise. One by one, the days passed as the leaves began to fall from their branches that had been their home for two seasons.
Winter's cold breath swept into the Academy. Students found Mikan's grave smashed to bits, creating angry and hysterical sobs from all her close friends. The surrounding trees all had the same message carved into their trunks: Mikan Sakura is not dead. The investigators would have found the culprit…had they bothered to check under the brush that hid the scorch marks from sight.
Wearily, Natsume waited and waited and waited; counting the seconds, minutes, hours, days and nights that she wasn't safely in his protective embrace. Day for day, word for word. But no luck. Until six months later…
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II:
Mikan's P.O.V.
I can't keep my promise. At least not properly. I stood in front of the Black Cat's window, fighting with my final decision. Finally, I remembered them all. Hotaru, Ruka, Anna, Koko, Nonoko, Mochu, even Sumire. But most precious of all, Natsume. Thanks to my friend standing guard and waiting for me outside of the Academy gates.
Using a hair clip, I opened the window. He wasn't in bed. Must be on one of those blasted missions! Was he still going on them? Of course he was. He might still be as stubborn as he always was. What am I saying? Might? More like always will be!
Sighing, I gave up. This might be the last time I could escape from Kayo Aori's manic game of tag. As I moved to etch my presence into the room, a pair of strong arms encircled me from behind, erecting a gasp from my mouth. I was in my beloved Black Cat's arms…and I remembered him.
"Caught you, assassin," he whispered. "Made it back in time eh, Polkadots?" he chuckled. I breathed in his scent, savouring his company. It had been far too long.
Normal P.O.V.
He slammed Mikan against the cream coloured wall and began kissing her feverishly. Their tongues were like wildcats as they started a battle, trying to melt into each other, blending into one being, their love surging strongly.
"You're early," he whispered before starting to place love bites, butterfly kisses and other whatnots along her neck and jaw line. A soft moan erected itself from her lips. "It's only been half a year. Something must be wrong."
"Can't a girl visit her friend because she misses him?"
"A girl can. But you aren't an ordinary girl, Mikan. Far from it. Am I just a friend to you?"
"'Course not. You're a pervert I happened to fall in love with."
He smirked and cuffed her into a passionate kiss, stopping their war. Carrying her to the bed bridal-style, he studied her outfit from the corner of his eye: a plain white top and a pair of black shorts. They were covered in grime and dirt. A jacket, black in colour, sat on the nearby floor.
He broke their kiss and locked her in an embrace that was sure to suffocate her. "I've missed you, baka." He breathed in her scent. Burying his face in her hair, he asked, "Where've you been?"
"You don't need to know that."
"Baka," he whispered. "When it concerns you, there's always a need to know." As he placed another passionate kiss on her cherry lips, he ran his hand under her shirt, touching places kids under ten do not need to know about yet.
Another moan escaped her mouth. "Tell me," he said his voice so low (like his baritone can get any lower!) that it made him sound so undeniably sexy.
"Unless you want to die, I can't tell you anything. But I'm with a friend," she said, as she lay there, gazing up into those ruby eyes that always made it hard to breathe.
"Is it a guy? Cause if it is, I'm gonna…"
"No need to elaborate," Mikan interrupted. "James is different. He just wants a friend. He's an orphan." His eyes searched her face which showed no emotion. The only thing that wasn't coloured black and white were her eyes which only poured out floods of one emotion: love. There was so much, Natsume felt himself drowning in the pools of chocolate he loved to the end of time.
"Why won't you let me come?"
"Because Kayo Aori is still after me. You have an actual life here. Friends, teachers and enemies. I used to have a life here. But…now…only you, James, the world and my memories are the only things I have left in my life. I wouldn't be surprised if Hotaru has a new bestfriend."
"If only you knew, polka," he thought. He lay down next to her under the sheets. She lay in the crook of his arm, her hands intertwined behind his neck. The flame caster pulled her near, warming her with his Fire Alice. How many cold nights had she spent hiding in the forest with James, trying to escape from Aori's tracking dogs? Countless. One thing rang clear and sorrowfully in her mind: there would never be another night like this, lying in each other's arms, giving each other's love and living without a murderer after you.
For Mikan Sakura, this was just another dream.
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Her Mind Communication Alice tingled in her mind. James was contacting her but she just didn't want to listen. Mikan! Mikan! Answer! We have a red alarm emergency!
The nullifier reluctantly opened her eyes. Her head was rested against Natsume's chest, ; her hand intertwined within his; his arm was wrapped around her petite frame, pulling her closer every time he felt her move, unwilling her to leave him again. Using her Intangible Alice, she passed through his loving grasp and grabbed the boots she had kicked off. Her hair was a mess and her lips and skin tingled where he had kissed her.
"Talk to me, James," she said, flipping out her cell phone.
"Kao Aori and Rio are approaching the Academy gates. I suggest you leave lover boy now and get here if you want to see the next sunrise," he snapped, annoyance and fear rising in his voice.
"Already there," she said. She turned off her cell and looked as Natsume longingly, as if to commit his face to memory. She would never forget him…never…. Her first love, her first kiss and her first enemy. Maybe they would never meet again…maybe they would. Who really knew? Certainly not Mikan.
From her jacket pocket, she pulled out a wad of enveloped letters, each one for the people she care for…and an entire five pages for him. She couldn't turn away. It just hurt too much. "It would hurt just as much if you don't turn away and leave him," she reprimanded herself.
Her silhouette disappeared through the window, leaving behind her Black Cat with her broken heart. Her heart would always be there: in the Academy, in Japan, with her friends…and with him.
A/N: so...didcha like it? frankly...i dont think that went too well...i dunno if you guys REALLY like this story but...i just like typin...haha...so...i dedicate this chappy to crazygirl18 and hope that you will continue your golden reign...geezz...i'm getting old...haha...imagine...old at thirteen...haha...Chapter 12: Prerogative
