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I don't own Gakuen Alice, and I also don't have rabies.

07: Rabies

Characters: Hyuuga N. Sakura M.

Summary: "Hi, I'm going to assume you're my sadistic cousin's crazy neighbor because my family wold never walk around looking like a rabid dog."

Word Count:2066

The Painful Drabbles

Rabies

--By: Heartbroken Confession--

June 29th, 20XX

I hate it when my parents go on business trips. I mean, at first I liked it. Ruka and I threw some mad parties when they weren't around. But then my idiotic older brother Persona decided to visit one time and ratted me out when he saw the full out party I was throwing. So now, when they go away, I get shipped off. Like a 17 year old guy really needs to be babysat. But, yeah. I get sent off to my sadistic freak of a cousin, Imai Hotaru's house. Nice family, but Imai is just... crazy. Even I think she's weird and people call me anti-social. Imagine my surprise when I find out she's one of those popular chicks. Weird. I get to spend my entire summer with my crazy/popular/sadistic/anti-social cousin Imai while my parents do "business" in Bermuda. Tch, more like avoiding the family reunion.

July 8th, 20XX

Pound. Pound. Pound.

"Ughhhh," I mumbled and got up to look out the window. I could barely make out the outline of a figure. I glanced at the clock that read "7:00 a.m." This person has got a lot of guts to knock on someone's door at 7 in the summer. Oh wait-- today's the family reunion. Fun.

I got up from the bed and scratched my head. Stupid guest room has to be the closest front door. I opened the heavy white door, expecting my Aunt Serina to come pummeling through the door to attack me with hugs and kisses.

Smack.

Now, I may not have seen my Aunt Serina for 5 years, but I know that she wouldn't throw a hard toothbrush cup at my face. I blinked in an attempt to process what had just happened. First, my adversary-- also known as the person who just threw a cup at my face.

An angry looking girl with auburn hair tied into a messy bun with stray stands floating like snakes; her pink cami blotched with water. Her grey sweatpants had one leg rolled into capri length and the other leg neatly draping on the floor. But no, neither of these were her most attractive point. It was definitely the white foam dripping from her mouth. Yes. Definitely.

She tilted her head curiously at me, as if I was a new specimen.

"Hi, I'm going to assume you're my sadistic cousin's crazy neighbor because my family wold never walk around looking like a rabid dog." Her eyes narrowed dangerously at me. Instead of replying as I had expected, she hocked a toothbrush at me and walked away.

I assume that she's some kind of aspiring dentist. Unless everyone in this neighborhood caries around dental equipment with them everywhere they go.

"Imai Hotaru!" The girl shrieked. She's lucky that Aunt and Uncle Imai haven't gotten back from picking up Uncle Kounji yet. They'd chop her head off with lathe for sure. Ha. I'm so punny. Or high.

"Can you not barge into my house looking like a rabid dog?" I heard my cousin drawl from the stairs.

"Can you not kill my fish and use them for your freaky experiments while I'm at my theatre festival?" I heard Rabid Dog Girl reply vehemently.

"Depends on if you finish brushing your teeth before attacking my cousins with cups at 7 in the morning." Ha, so she saw that. The two of them turned to me and I quirked a brow.

"Don't drag me into this, I'm just the guy who got hit with a toothbrush." I waved the brush with my left hand. Rabid Dog Girl rolled her eyes at me with her arms crossed.

"I'll just take these then." I smirked, "I have to clean the toilets today before the reunion anyway."

"Hey, wait! You come back here--"

Click.

Heh. I just shut my door on her. I'm so badass.

Wait, wow. I really need a life. Now.

I grinned, time to call up Ruka.

August 8th, 20XX.

One month with Imai, Ruka, and Sakura (Rabid Dog Girl) is really too much. Especially when Sakura develops a habit of throwing medical utensils at me every chance she gets and Ruka starts dating Imai. That's just weird. I mean... my cousin and my best friend?

"Imai, that's just weird."

"Shut up Hyuuga, you're no better."

"Hn?"

Sigh. "You're just as dense as that idiot."

"...? Tch."

Girls are strange. The only normal girl I can think of is Aoi and that lucky brat got to go to Italy and abandon her poor brother.

"Natsume, you're doing that thing again," I quickly caught the hairbrush heading straight for my face. I sighed and looked up. Sakura Mikan, standing directly opposite to the balcony I was standing on. Which wise guy decided to build two separate balconies right next to each other?

She was washing her face; I could tell by the white cleansing mask (I only know cause of Aoi... I'm not homo) on her face.

"Hygiene care is usually done in private, Sakura," I replied idly, leaning forward to rest my head on my hand.

She continued to stare at me in her bored looking manner.

I sighed. "When are you going back to school?"

She frowned, "Earlier than I should be 'cause I'm transferring."

Ah, the mystery behind why Imai's been acting all pissy lately(pissier than usual).

"I see." I nodded.

"How about you?"

"August 29th."

"Oh, you're leaving soon then." She stated as she pulled the mask off her face. I stared for a moment before thinking about a reply. She's actually a pretty appealing person despite my first impression of her. She plays sports-- and she's good at them. She nearly kicked my ass at soccer and football. She's artistic, and I know that cause she decided to draw a portrait of me and it came out looking like something by Da Vinci. Despite her rather petulant personality, she smiles like there's no freaking tomorrow. Yes, that was the most contradicting thing I've said this entire summer, but it makes sense. What I'm trying to say is, she was an interesting person to have met.

"Are you going straight home?" She asked when I didn't respond.

"Only for a few days or so to spend some time with the family. I go to boarding school." Her brows furrowed for a second.

"Ohh, so, do you know what day you're leaving?"

"The 23rd."

"Hmm." She pondered for a moment. "Well. The fireworks are on the 18th, so be there loser!"

I rolled my eyes and tossed her hairbrush back at her. "Yeah, yeah."

She grinned and disappeared behind her balcony door.

August 18th, 20XX

I've got to say, Rabid Dog Girl cleans up well. I've seen her with foam all over her face, a dirty flag football uniform, sweats, and khakis. But this is the first time I've seen her attempt to clean up. She curled the bottom of her hair, I noted. She also wore flip flops as oppose to the usual running sneakers-- a bit of an upgrade I guess. She wore a cherry blossom patterned V-neck short sleeve. And she opted not to walk around with foam all over her face.

"You look nice," I commented.

"As do you. You look good with that earring." I rolled my eyes, leave it to Sakura to notice what earring I was wearing of all things.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeahhh, where's Hotaru?"

"She already left with Ruka." I scratched the back of my head. Ruka's got it bad, to have insisted on staying in this neighborhood of psychos just to spend time with the sadistic nutcase.

"Awww, I want to take their picture before Ruka leaves tomorrow." She said as I locked the door shut.

"You'll get over it," I told her as we got into my (Imai's) car.

Ruka does have it bad. Then again, maybe I do too-- Mikan and I shared our first kiss that night.

August 23rd, 20XX

"I hate to admit it, but we had some pretty good times." said Hotaru.

"Yes, I believe we had some very valuable bonding time."

"You are my favorite relative now, dearest Hotaru."

"As you are mine, cousin Natsume."

Okay, just kidding. That's not really what happened.

August 23rd, 20XX-- For Real.

"Well, have a good year. Try not to get hit by a bus." I scoffed.

"You too, hope that stick up your ass doesn't fall out."

"Hn. Slut."

"Prick."

"Cunt."

"Loser."

"Whore."

"Fucktard."

Imai Subaru sighed and pushed us further from each other.

"Take care of yourself, Hyuuga." He gave me a faint smile as he handed me my bag.

"You too,"

"Flight 2835 to Tokyo, please report to check-in."

"That would be you," Subaru said as he handed me my ticket.

"Mhm. Later, shrew." I smirked at Imai before turning around to walk away.

"See you, dick sucker."

I waved her off.

I wonder how Mikan would've contributed to that if she didn't leave for her new school yesterday grinning like an idiot.

"Oh, please, you're both skanks."

Heh. Probably.

August 29th, 20XX

I've always hated school. The learning part is tedious in itself. The fangirls are unbearable, and my friends are pretty big speds themselves.

What Ruka said earlier this morning didn't really help much either, "Hotaru's transferring here."

The wicked witch is dead, the wicked witch is dead!

I wish.

I rubbed my eyes and headed to my assigned homeroom. Class B.

I slid open the door and looked up; freezing in my spot.

"Why, hello Natsume."

That was the beginning of my senior year of high school with Sakura Mikan.

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I liked the relationship between Hotaru and Natsume the most in this one. I made Natsume REALLY OOC. But it was fun. After all, if they weren't alices, I bet Natsume wouldn't be an emo freak with a pole up his ass. I mean, have you seen his mom? Like. Wow. So, review? :D?