Author's Note: Yay for quicker updates! It's funny, listening to this song it doesn't seem the fit this chapter. But at the same time...it kind of does. In my mind anyway.
Disclaimer: The only thing I own pertaining to this fic is Nurse Helga which isn't really much to be proud of. Gakuen Alice isn't mine. Yet.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
CRASH by Decyfer Down
You try to buy some time
Can't read the signs or the reasons why
Every single time I could drive in blind
Can't make up my mind
I know I'm gonna find my way out
Kaname Sono was someone who found himself being easily bored. That was why he was friends with Tsubasa Andou. Tsubasa was always up to something disruptive, idiotic, or generally amusing so all Kaname had to do was simply think about whatever stupid thing Tsubasa had done and presto Kaname was entertained.
Misaki was most definitely the best. With a smile that melted hearts, Kaname remembered the first day Tsubasa had spoken about her. Actually, it had been the dead of night and Tsubasa had come in through the window, but that's a minor detail...
"She's so weird, Kaname," Tsubasa said shaking his head. "Misaki is smart, violent, funny...she special. But she just goes along with those people and keeps herself secret."
"And what are you going to do about it?" Kaname asked. The question itself wasn't necessary because he knew, he just knew Tsubasa was going to be an obnoxious jerk and find a way to force himself into this poor unsuspecting girl's life in order to turn it upside down.
"I'm going to be an obnoxious jerk and find some way to force myself into her life and turn it upside down!" Tsubasa declared proudly. Kaname smiled. So predictable.
"You seem awfully determined to bring out the girl's true self," Kaname observed. Tsubasa wrinkled his brow.
"Stop saying it like that," he ordered. "You make it sound like some little cartoon with magical girls and all that crap." Kaname laughed.
"Isn't it?" he asked.
"Hardly," Tsubasa said firmly. "I'm going to change her and then I'm going to leave her." Kaname raised his eyebrows and continued sewing the little purple bunny doll he was working on for one of his many female visitors.
"What happens if you develop feelings for her?" Kaname asked lightly. Tsubasa laughed a humorless laugh.
"Kaname, you know as damn well as I do that I don't care about anyone other than myself and you," he said rather darkly. "I'm not capable of that."
"I just have a feeling about this one," Kaname said.
He watched his old friend scrutinize him from the chair he sat in. Tsubasa was pretty uncaring. Sure, he had his protective streak and smiled more than your average person. But when it came to being all touchy-feeling and open hearted...not Tsubasa's thing. All the same, Tsubasa paced with a fever when he spoke of this mysterious Misaki and his eyes were blue fire, the likes of which Kaname hadn't seen in, well, forever.
"Are you psychic now?" Tsubasa asked, burning eyes scornful.
"Don't be a bitter old hag," Kaname scolded cheerfully. "I just think..." he trailed off, unsure of what he really thought.
"You think?" Tsubasa pressed.
"I think you're going to crash doing this," Kaname finished shortly. "And I can't wait."
"I'm Tsubasa Andou," Tsubasa cried jumping up. "I never crash!" Kaname snorted.
"Go save your girl," he said. Tsubasa winked and with a sly smile, he scurried out the window just as Nurse Helga threw open the door.
"Did I hear that brat?" she growled in her manly voice.
"No, Nurse Helga," Kaname said sweetly. With a glare in the direction of the window Helga knew Tsubasa had just escaped out of, the masculine nurse stalked out the door.
Good luck, Tsubasa, Kaname thought. I hope this new girl does a number on you.
...And here she had. Kaname couldn't help but feel slightly smug. He called it back when he told Tsubasa how whipped he was, but now Tsubasa was facing the music. Sort of.
"What the hell am I going to do?" Tsubasa hissed.
"Do about what?" Kaname asked pleasantly. Tsubasa's jaw dropped.
"Did you not just hear what I said?" he demanded.
"You said you think you're falling in love with Misaki," Kaname replied dutifully.
"And you act like I know exactly what I'm going to do about it!" Tsubasa exclaimed, waving his arms around in desperation.
"And you don't?" Kaname asked, completely bewildered.
"That's exactly why I'm here!" Tsubasa wailed. Kaname considered himself to have been a good friend and he knew Tsubasa felt the same. Besides, the little twerp owed him. Had it been anyone, Kaname probably wouldn't have had the nerve to bust up laughing. But Tsubasa wasn't just anyone.
"Didn't I tell you that you would crash?" he chortled. Tsubasa gritted his teeth.
"Maybe I need to go over what happened again," he said. He knew that he wanted to tell Kaname the story twice just to ensure that it really had happened. With a deep breath, Tsubasa looked back about an hour.
"I should probably head home," Misaki sighed when she'd finally removed her gaze from the rising sun. "Y'know, tell the rents that I haven't been murdered or kidnapped."
"You can say that I kidnapped you," Tsubasa offered, barely managing to straighten his face and wipe the idiotic, drooling puppy look away before she turned. He was good.
"That would make one story for the media," Misaki said thoughtfully as they made their way out of the building. "'Andou boy kidnaps his mother's rival's daughter for the night.'"
"Most genius," Tsubasa agreed with a grin. "Very kinky stuff." Misaki snorted and elbowed him more gently than she would under different circumstances.
"Time to go, Romeo," she said more firmly and they made their way out of the building. The walk was silent most of the way, but Misaki broke it unexpectedly.
"Thanks for kidnapping me and making me stay the night with you," Misaki said softly. Tsubasa blinked. It wasn't like Misaki to be soft like this. That wasn't to say he didn't like it. In fact, he liked it very much and it just made him fall for her all the—crap. He was so screwed. But he couldn't let Misaki know. No friggin way was Tsubasa going to tell her this sweet piece of information. He liked his nose straight thank you very much sir.
"Any time," he said playfully. Misaki smiled at him. She really wasn't helping things. This left Tsubasa in a mix of emotions. On one hand, he'd didn't want her to leave because being around Misaki was the best thing that had ever happened to him. On the other, Tsubasa was discovering his impulse control level was extremely low around her. Good thing he was an exceptional liar and an excellent actor.
Both too soon and not soon enough they arrived at the large house Misaki felt a growing distaste for.
"If I don't die thirty seconds after I walk through that door, we should definitely have more sleepovers in the future," Misaki said with a brilliant smile. OK, that did it.
Barely aware of what he was doing, Tsubasa tugged Misaki to him until there was no space between them. Before she could form even the thought to ask just what the hell he thought he was doing—not that Tsubasa actually would've had much of an answer—he kissed her.
"And then when you finally pulled away and let her go, your fingers sliding out of her soft hair, you smiled slightly and slipped away," Kaname finished.
"So you were paying attention then," Tsubasa said, slightly surprised his fair haired friend had the words verbatim. He'd only told the story twice. Kaname rolled his eyes but the smile didn't leave his face.
"You sound like one hell of a romantic," he commented. Tsubasa slapped a hand to his face.
"She's ruined me," Tsubasa said, words muffled by his hand. "And I haven't been so glad since I found out you were going to live."
"I'm starting to get embarrassed for you," Kaname warned him, his grin that was suited for a maniac unseen by his friend. It vanished into thin air the moment Tsubasa removed his face from his hand and looked up tiredly.
Tsubasa sighed again. "And I still don't know what I'm supposed to do about it all."
"That's a first for you," Kaname said, struggling to hide the smirk. Smirking was more Tsubasa's thing.
"This is why I came to you for advice," Tsubasa said. Kaname feigned shock.
"I thought you came to give me a good laugh!" he exclaimed.
"You aren't being very helpful," Tsubasa griped.
Kaname laughed quietly.
"Just be happy about it," he advised. "You're lucky you found this and it would be a shame to let it go to waste." Tsubasa looked at the door where a hoard of squealing fan girls stood, calling for Kaname and shouting him well wishes. Suddenly, Nurse Helga's booming voice echoed through the halls and the girls dispersed.
"You found love here?" Tsubasa asked curiously.
"Maybe," Kaname said with a wink.
"Please tell me it isn't Nurse Helga," Tsubasa said with a straight face. A moment of silence passed before both boys burst into hysterical laughter.
"No, no it isn't Nurse Helga, as much as she wishes," Kaname assured him. "Now get out of here and go tell Misaki." Another thought occurred to Tsubasa.
"But then I'll lose the bet," he complained. Kaname was struck dumb.
"Stop being a wimp and do it!" Kaname ordered. Tsubasa was slightly startled by the firm, sharp tone Kaname had since he'd never used it on him before.
"But—"
"Nurse Helga!" Kaname wheezed loudly. "Tsubasa is being an annoyance! Please violently remove him from the hospital premises!"
The oaf-like nurse marched into the room and was about to drag Tsubasa out by the ear when he swiftly moved to the side.
"Way to be dramatic, Kaname," he said rolling his eyes. "Off to go lose the bet."
Kaname Sono was someone who found himself being easily bored. That was why he was friends with Tsubasa Andou—and now Misaki Harada. They were very, very entertaining people, especially when crashing.
Gotta love Nurse Helga...What's Misaki doing during all of this? Find out next time. Why have Mikan and Natsume been so cruelly neglected? Find out...uh, eventually. I promise I've got a whole scene written out for them which'll come later. For now just review!