Disclaimer
I don't own Gakuen Alice. :3
Note
I have completed three chapters in two days. It's a record, really.
But I guess there's nothing better to do when ones internet is out. –shrugs-
This chapter is supposed to be suspenseful. But I have a feeling it would turn out uhh, weird. Sorry for boring you out of your mind the last chapter D:
But enjoy anyway.
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I walked into the room quietly, hoping there would be no weirdness between me and Natsume. We were developing a friendship; slowly but surely, I just hope whatever Sumire told him won't ruin everything.
I was beginning to trust him again; as he was to me. Now all that was about to disappear.
Natsume was sitting on the large marble table; a perplexed look across his handsome features. I didn't utter a word; I just continued my long journey across the bedroom.
I felt the bed sink under my weight, and I didn't feel like such a petite girl anymore. I felt Natsume's glare, and avoided his gaze. Looking into his eyes would mean I would have another breakdown. And another breakdown is not what I need at the moment.
We sat in silence for a couple more minutes before I finally stomped over to Natsume, with my arms crossed. He raised an eyebrow, and stared at me.
"Um. What's wrong?" I ask, unsure of the question myself. He looks up at me with disappointment flashing in his beautiful crimson eyes.
"Give me your hand." He ordered.
What? Isn't it a little too early to be getting married? I just turned 16 !
"Why?" I asked, knowing I'll get into trouble for this.
"Would you just-" And he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and gripped it tightly. I think he burst a few veins.
"What the he-"
He pushed up my sleeve, uncovering multiple deep red scars running across my wrist. My eyes widened and I pulled my hand away.
Crap. I am in so much trouble.
"It was a cat."
Natsume's face was red. No not, pinkish red, not even crimson. It was as red as a tomato. Literally.
"Natsume I'm-"
SLAP!
My eyes were wide with shock, and terror. Did he just- slap me?
"Never do this again. Ever."
"Since when were you my mother?!" I screamed, feeling the waterworks starting again.
"I'm not. I'm just a person who cares too much for you."
I stood there in silence, unsure of what to say. Unsure of what I was feeling.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" He asks, desperately, when I don't add anything. "Aren't you going to ask me how, or why?"
"Why should I?" I demand. "You expect to just walk back in here, Natsume, and have me fawning all over you? Why should I care about you?" I stand up to leave. "This was all a huge mistake."
I turn on my heel, not wanting to cry in front of him.
A warm hand comes down on my shoulder. Natsume spins me back round, spins me to face him. Forces me to look up at him, to feel him close to me, towering over me. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks. "You're not walking out on me again, Polka."
"Natsume . . ." I say. I can hardly breathe. "I thought you didn't care about me."
"Didn't care? Damn, you're frustrating." he says, shaking his loose dark hair. "I'm the one who saved you a seat during lunch everyday, when you had no friends, I was the one who kept you going when you're parents walked out on you. How can you say I don't care about you?"
I look at him, not daring to hope. Trying not to hope. In case I get crushed. But I get crushed anyway, because he walks out on me. Again.
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Later
I turned the doorknob, and walked out- only to walk right into a big fat bodyguard.
"Who are you?" I exclaimed, inching away from the massive guy.
He was hairy, beardy, and sweaty. He was also carrying a gun, and a club. Great, Natsume, thanks a bunch.
"Yer' bodyguard. Get back inside, kid."
"Bodyguard? Oh great! There's someone trying to break in through the window."
He stared at me for a while before walking inside the room hesitantly. I was about to make a run for it when I felt his sweaty hand grip on my wrist.
"Wha-"
"You're not going anywhere, kid."
Damn it Hyuuga!
I sulked, and followed him like a little helpless puppy inside them room. "There's no one here, ya' fool."
"Oh, uh. He must've got away." I said unconvincingly.
He let go of my wrist and gave me a rough push back inside. "Stay inside, or you'll regret it."
I grumbled and stomped back into my room.
I sat on the hard wooden chair and opened the drawer, hoping to find some scrap paper I could doodle on. There were a bunch of documents piled neatly into a transparent folder. A huge sticker labeled 'PRIVATE' covered most of the folder.
What's this?
I opened the folder hesitantly and took out the first few pieces of papers stapled together.
Private & Confidential
Hospital Documents
Patient : Mikan Sakura
Disease : Kidney failure
Donor : Natsume Hyuuga
I didn't need to read anymore. All the information I needed was on this page. Natsume? My donor? How did he even know about my condition. I've never told anyone other than Hotaru and Anna and Koko. And unfortunately Matt.
He was on his crap mission anyway. How the heck did he find out?
But something else also came to mind.
I flipped through all the pages roughly, untill I finally found it. My eyes widened, and I swear my heart skipped more than a beat.
Natsume lied, he lied to me.
He said he had two kidneys. He only has one! And he's going to give that one to me. He's going to die for me.
I am not letting this happen, I'm not going to lose him again.
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Note
Okay, so I had some ounce of inspiration. For this chapter.
I can't wait to write the next! x3
MWAHAHAA. Oh and i'm working on my other stories too, so. Yeeeeah. (:
REVIEWANDMAKEMYDAY. Hee. ^^
- Aiko
