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Chapter 10: The Gala
Natsume's P.O.V.
I was nervous.
I couldn't believe it myself. I was nervous. I, Natsume Hyuuga, who had single-handedly toppled five AAO task forces and had robbed hundreds of their lives, was nervous to go to the Cherry Blossom Gala with the Academy's new plaything, Mikan Sakura.
Now, as I stood in front of this girl, I couldn't believe how I ever called her ugly. She was far, far from that. We were eighteen, in our final league of our Academy lives. Graduation was a mere six months away and yet, it seemed like it was tomorrow.
Mikan walked towards me, her scarlet dress accentuating her curves and the angelic face I fell in love with was creased with confusion. Her eyes their rich olive-mahogany with its lost spark, glimmering with evident nostalgia, were as clear as day. A small rose bud was held laxly in her hands, forgotten as she stared at him. "Where's Asato? Did you burn him at the stake or something?"
I flared up and kept silent. I do have a certain…ahem, violence towards boys who go out with her. What? Just because she's pretty, doesn't give other guys the right to drool over her right? Right?
Wrong.
Free country, free actions. I didn't have a right. But I had an…uh…obligation to watch over her, courtesy for Asato. Thank God for him!
"Uh, he twisted his ankle in the park this morning. He asked me to come in his place."
She tilted her head and looked at me curiously. She looked so cute! Why? Am I damned like this forever? "That's weird," she said. "He was fine this evening when he came to help me get ready." I was ready to explode like a volcano.
After this gala, I am going to kick Ruka, Imai and that Asato. They are so dead. "Anyway, are you coming? I promised the dude anyway." She looked at me with uncertain suspicion. I held out my arm. She came forward and rested her arm on mine. Actually, that is an exaggeration. She lowered it until her fingertips touched the cloth of my tux and that was is. Does she really hate me that much?
We walked towards the lit courtyard where the Gala was being held. All around, the grounds were scattered with the frothy pink petals, all fallen from their original homes that stood around like a heralding circle. Just then, all the noise ceased to nothing as all heads turned to face us. All the boys gawked at Mikan while the girls, as usual, stared at me. What's new?
A slow ballad started up as we walked into the marble dance floor. Mikan swayed with me leading. I looked at her, with all thoughts on how I could have done that to her. Then, she looked up.
"Hyuuga," she said. "Remember when I said you were forgiven?"
I nodded. "You are you know. But…I think I can trust you enough to talk to you in public. If you can stand that."
"Yeah. I think I can stand that," I said with a small smile. She also smiled a little. Then, a raven head caught my sight. Red irises met mine, of the same blood, of the same kin. A single name fell past my lips. "Yukiaoi." Her head turned and I never saw her facial expression.
"You should go and dance with her," she suddenly said.
I didn't hear what she said. I just left her in the middle of the dance floor and went towards my sister.
Mikan's P.O.V.
I watched him walk away. What else was new? Anyway, I didn't have time for this. I would be better off training anyway. I walked away in the direction of the library's encyclopedia section.
Natsume's P.O.V.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Was Yukiaoi really standing in front of me? Its been nearly eleven years since I last saw her. She's grown up so much. "Yu-ki-aoi," I whispered, rolling the name off my tongue. "It's you!" She smiled and jumped into my arms.
"Onii-chan!" she sobbed. "It's been so long!"
"I know, Aoi," I said soothingly, all thoughts about Mikan disappearing from my head. If I had realized my mistake and if Imai saw that…I'd probably be in a grave by now. But, the mere appearance of Aoi was…shocking to say the least. "Come, let's dance, I want to know all about you."
She smiled and let herself be led off to the dance floor.
Mikan's P.O.V.
Morning came right away it seemed. I was in the library the whole time, my eyes pouring over my ripped dress. The skirt was ragged and short. Persona was here and I was to go on a mission right away. Pain seemed to be shrieking up my nervous system.
I could barely breathe. But, no, I had to go. I popped a couple of the medicine pills into my mouth as felt as something like cold water wash all over me. The pills would only last for a short period of time, I knew this like the back of my hand. But nevermind that for now. I have a plane to catch. Literally…
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The jet just left the airport. I scaled the roof of a nearby hanger and felt my Aerial Alice lift me into the air. I jetted across the sky, on course with the jet. It was said that the AAO was smuggling plutonium into the States to find a way to abolish all Alices. The Academy felt that they had a…obligation to stop that plutonium.
Damn controlling bastards.
My hand reached into the metal with the help of my Intangible Alice, and pulled out hundreds of wires and chips. The jet began to falter. It went down and down. I slipped into the craft and grabbed the box that lay on the floor in a crate of pure metal alloy as far as I could tell. I grabbed it and vanished into the night…
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Pain. All that swirled around me was called pain. The medicine had worn off while I was getting the crate but I resisted the pain that began throbbing in my head and body. The shocks got harder and more frequent. Then, I returned to the Academy.
Persona was there to pick up my load and let me back to my room. But I didn't even make it to my room. It was too long a distance. So, I let myself crawl to a grassy clearing the far reaches of the Northern Forest. God knows how I got myself there in the condition I was in. Then, my hours of hell began.
I screamed, letting my anguish dissolve me in their bouts of lightning shock me to the point where I was contemplating shooting myself. I shrieked and yelled as my insides burned and twisted like a rollercoaster. Then, my pain resided a little.
Hot tears were streaking down my face. Strong arms encircled me in their safe haven. I found myself looking into the frightened eyes of Natsume Hyuuga. "Hyuuga," I whispered.
"What the freaking hell happened?"
"Nothing." He showed me his hands that were covered with blood. I suspected they were mine. "I fell from the tree and was on my way to the clinic. It's nothing, really."
"Mikan," he said quietly, his raven bangs hiding his emotion or whatever he was feeling. "I ask, no beg, of you. Even if you hate me to the world's end. You can yell at me, glare at me, hiss at me, snarl, kick, punch, and admonish to the devil and hate me…but please. Never ever lie to me."
I began to cry again. I buried my face into his warm chest. The memory of the gala came to mind. "Who is Aoi?"
"My sister. I lost her…to the Academy eleven years ago. Why?"
"Good to hear," was all I managed to say before I let the darkness bring me welcome oblivion.
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