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CHAPTER 4
Natsume carried Mikan into his room, and laid her on his bed. Her right shoulder was bleeding profusely, and Natsume winced at the sight of her bloodstained clothes.
"Better call Imai over," he muttered as he walked towards the door.
He stopped halfway.
"Sorry... Can you bring me back to my room? I don't want the others to know."
"That idiot…" He didn't want to break his promise. Natsume glanced at Mikan and sighed. He walked towards her and sat on the bed, staring at her.
If I don't stop the bleeding now, she'll lose too much blood...
The problem was… How could he dress her wounds without being called a pervert!? Natsume took a first aid kit out and sat on the bed, looking at the box blankly for a few minutes.
Finally, he thought of something. Why didn't you think of this earlier!?
Natsume quickly turned towards her, and tore her right sleeve away, revealing a bloody sight. He could see the bullet – the wound wasn't too deep. As he was going to remove the bullet with a sharp tool, Mikan's hazel eyes fluttered open.
"Natsume? What are you doing here?" she said weakly.
"This IS my room, Polka Dots… Now don't move, I'm going to get that bullet out for you."
Mikan winced in pain. Natsume caught her shutting her eyes tightly as tears streamed down her face.
He leaned forward and locked his lips with hers.
Mikan widened her eyes in shock. Natsume was stealing her first kiss! What on earth was happening to her? Indescribable emotions overwhelmed her, as his soft lips melted her heart instantly.
Somehow, she was enjoying the kiss. A part of her felt sorry for Ruka, but another part of her felt exhilarated. She slowly shut her eyes, allowing the kiss to be deepened.
Finally, Natsume pulled away. She gasped loudly as he smirked at her.
"… Didn't you warn me not to cheat on Ruka?" she looked away, trying to hide her blush.
"Let me make this clear, Polka Dots. We DID NOT cheat on Ruka," said Natsume calmly.
He retrieved some clean bandages from the first aid kit and wrapped it around Mikan's thin arm carefully. Mikan noticed a bullet covered in blood on the floor.
"When did you take that bullet out?" she asked, surprised.
"While you were busy kissing me, Polka Dots."
"I… didn't feel a thing."
"You were probably too engrossed in the kiss."
"So you kissed me just to distract me?"
"Yeah."
Mikan's heart sank. She had to admit, she was hoping that Natsume would be the one to steal her first kiss, but not this way.
"Thanks… Natsume." Mikan bit her lip and held her tears back, looking away.
Natsume noticed the sadness in her tone. Damn it. He had done it again. He'd hurt her countless times, but she never seemed to give up. This time, however, was different. He had a feeling that she was serious.
"Natsume…" Mikan stood up, walking towards the door, "I… I don't want to do this anymore."
"……"
"I'm tired."
She walked out and closed the door quietly. Natsume was left staring blankly at the spot she was standing moments ago. Baka…
"Baka…" Natsume found himself standing up and rushing towards the door, turning the door knob and slamming the door open. He knew perfectly well what she was talking about.
Her small figure was walking further away in the corridor. She was disappearing. Natsume chased her silhouette, and caught up with her instantly. He held her wrist tightly and lowered his head, "Explain."
Mikan turned to look at him, her face tear-stained, "Explain what?" she whispered.
"Explain what you said just now! BAKA!!" Natsume lifted his head up and yelled.
"I said I was tired…"
"Tired of what!?" Natsume was finding it harder and harder to keep his cool.
"Tired of annoying you… Tired… Tired of approaching you and getting hurt every time…" Mikan smiled weakly, though tears were streaming down her face, "I'm tired of trying to understand you, Natsume!"
"……" The grip on her wrist tightened.
"Let go, Natsume…"
"No."
"Huh?" Mikan stared at him, puzzled.
"Just… Let me borrow you from Ruka for one night," Natsume pulled her backwards, causing her to lose balance and fall into his arms. Mikan gasped as he lifted her up and carried her bridal style back to his room. Mikan looked up, noticing his fine features and blushed. He was expressionless.
He carried her into his room and slammed the door shut with his foot. Natsume placed her onto his bed gently, and lay down beside her. Mikan shifted around uncomfortably, feeling nervous. She peeked at Natsume through the corner of her eye, and saw him resting his head on both hands, staring at the ceiling.
"Oi, stop fidgeting," commanded Natsume.
Mikan lay still, not daring to move. Finally, Natsume broke the silence.
"Don't get tired, Polka Dots."
"Huh?"
"Do I always have to repeat myself, little girl!?" said Natsume, exasperated.
"How do you expect me to understand what you just said!" said Mikan indignantly.
Natsume sighed, "I SAID, don't get tired."
"Of what?"
"……"
"Of what?" Mikan repeated.
"Tired of… what you said just now," said Natsume awkwardly.
"Tired of annoying you… Tired… Tired of approaching you and getting hurt every time…" Mikan smiled weakly, though tears were streaming down her face, "I'm tired of trying to understand you, Natsume!"
Mikan smiled. An invisible force pushed her forward, causing her to lean across and peck Natsume on his cheek.
Silence encompassed them.
Mikan blushed furiously. What did I just DO!? Mikan, you baka!!!
She was just about to pull away when Natsume cupped her chin and smirked at her, "You don't kiss people like that, baka. Let me show you how to do it properly."
His other hand snaked between her arms and held her waist tightly, pulling her towards himself, and pressed his lips against hers.
It was a long night.