Ehhh, my brain is starting to run out of creativity juice (Kiwi, where art thou? T.T)

So, I decided to mess around with writing about our favorite couple as children. And well, this thing came out of it. Please do enjoy.

Oh, by the way, Plan B failed. Gakuen Alice still is not within my possession. We'll see, my friends.

04: Branch.

Characters: Sakura M. Hyuuga N.

Summary: "It started on that fateful spring day. I was 6 and I met him. Then I smacked him flat across the face with a tree branch."

Word Count:1403

The Painful Drabbles

--By: Heartbroken Confession--

I remember the day I met my best friend. It was strange really. We were in the first grade and our class had gone on a apple picking trip. I was the little girl that everyone wanted to be friends with. I was the little girl with the cool lunchbox and the adorable rain boots. And he was the scary little boy whom no one had ever heard say much. Albeit, people had attempted to approach him a few times. He was a rather good looking little boy. But, he never let anyone get too close. I got curious.

1st Grade

--Apple Picking--

I stood excitedly with a slight bounce. Apple picking trip! I grinned and turned to my best friend.

"Hotaru! Aren't you so excited?"

"Not really," My best friend mumbled, pulling her yellow pack closer to her.

"Why not?" I pouted, "This is gonna be so much fun!"

"No," She frowned at me. "It's going to be all gross cause of the dirt, and it's going to smell like cow poop."

I puffed my cheek and turned away from her. "You're such a part pee-er!"

She gave me that look where she raises her eyebrow. I wish I could raise my eyebrow. "Pooper."

"Huh?" I tilted my head in question. Hotaru sighed and shook her head.

"You sigh a lot, Hota-chan. You're kinda like my grammy!" I giggled.

She glabed, I mean, glarred, wait... what's that word again? Oh! Glared. Right! She glared at me and turned away.

I pouted, "Okay kids! Let's get going!" Narumi, our teacher, cheered.

As excited as I was when I first got on the bus, that quickly diminished. I mean come on, I was 6. Hour long road trips? Not my thing. So let's just skip that boring car ride that I don't even remember.

When we got to the apple picking area, it was not as fun as I had expected it to be. In fact, it was stinking like a wet dog on a hot summer day.

I pouted in my adorable new orange Skechers while all the other students gathered around Luna. She had brought a new lunchbox, that was (as much as I hate to admit it) cooler than mine. I sulked and kicked around a rotting apple on the ground. The apple's heart shaped I mused. Teehee, mused. Hotaru taught me that word. I kicked the apple too hard and it went flying to the other side of the tree I was facing. I pushed aside the branches and crawled underneath them. I got up from the dirt and wiped the dirt off of my overalls with my hand still on the tree branch I was holding back. I peered around.

"Apple-chan?" I asked out loud.

"What are you doing?" A emotionless voice asked.

I looked to the source of the voice and recognized the owner. It was the boy in my class that most of the girl's had a crush on. He was also the boy that didn't talk to anyone. And he got pretty grades. Yeah, that's it. He's the boy that got pretty grades. Because the A's our teacher gave him were so much prettier than the ugly C's that I got.

"You're the boy with the pretty grades!" I flashed him a toothy grin.

He did the eyebrow raising thing that Hotaru always did-- WHY CAN EVERYONE BUT ME DO THAT!? "Pretty grades? You're dumber than I thought, ugly."

I felt my mouth drop. Or was it jaw drop? "Take that back, meanie!"

"I'm just telling the truth."

That's when I got mad. And since he was standing directly behind me and the tree branch I was still holding, I did what any disgruntled 6 year old would do. I smacked him across the face with a tree branch.

He went rolling back and I laughed before realizing in horror what I just did. Good thing it was a small branch that was no longer than my arm.

"I'm so sorry!" I sobbed, running next to him.

He sat up and blood began dripping down his nose. I pulled my handkerchief out of my overall pocket and stuffed it roughly into his face.

"Ow." He muttered, holding the handkerchief in place.

I ignored him and began rubbing my eyes and sobbing.

"H-hey! Don't cry!" He stared at me with worried eyes. "It's okay, you didn't get hit by the branch, right?"

"No," I replied through my sobbing, "B-but!"

He sighed and slouched forward. "It was just an accident, don't worry about it."

Heh... Hotaru would be proud at my sneakines. I'm like a sneaky ninja. Mommy would be disappointed. But, hey. I'm not gonna tell him I just purposely smacked him with a tree branch. Nuh-uh, no way!

I wiped my eyes with my palm before standing up. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him up.

"Let's go back to everyone else," He nodded and took the handkerchief away from his no longer bleeding nose. He glanced at it and then me.

"Uhh, you can keep that." I laughed nervously. "It can be the sign of our new friendship!"

"A bloody handkerchief, how amicable." He drawled in that tone that Hotaru always used when I said something she thought was dumb. And whatever the heck amicable means, I'm sure it has a good meaning when he says it in the Hotaru tone!

Present

Amicable, having a spirit of friendliness. Sarcasm, or as I had affectionally dubbed it as a child, the Hotaru tone. Boy was I wrong when I thought it had a good meaning.

I grinned, but it truly was a great beginning to a great friendship.

"You're grinning like an idiot." Natsume stated from the seat next to me. I tapped my pencil against our desk and I laughed.

"Just thinking about how we met." I smiled at him, my eyes dancing with joy.

"Hn." He rested his head on his palm thoughtfully.

"Bloody handkerchief, huh." I grinned. "It does have a friendly aura around it, in a weird kind of way."

"I see you finally learned the meaning of the word." He replied curtly.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. He got up and gathered his books.

"Oh, and Mikan?"

"Yeah?"

He smirked, "I know you slapped me with that tree branch on purpose."

Heh, maybe I'm not a sneaky ninja after all.

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Sorry I didn't update the last two days, I was preoccupied. So, this is my shortest one yet. But, I don't know. I think it was decent. Though Mikan's vocab in the flashback went from not knowing the word "glare" to knowing the word "muse" and "disgruntled". Heh, oh well. Review? :)