Wail of the banshee~ transfer students
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Natsume's point of view
I felt guilty, after Mikan left. My gaze stuck to her back, until her outlines blurred with the damn snow. Something inside my stomach twitched, and I automatically clutched my stomach with my hands. It hurt.
It hurt to hurt Mikan.
I didn't noticed Ruka standing by my side, until he spoke up.
"You know you are a damn idiot, don't you?", he asked angrily. His words were like mental slaps, but I wished he'd strike me down physically instead.
I tried to swallow my saliva, although it had thickened to a point where this idea nearly seamed impossible.
"Fuck", I murmured; and I became angry that my voice disobeyed me and made my swearing sound as if I was scared.
"If you don't go after her and apologize, I'll make you." I laughed at Ruka's "supposed-to-be"-thread.
"Let me see that Ruka. Are you man enough to punch me if I don't do what you want?, a mocking undertone in my voice completed the invitation to break my jaw, neatly.
But Ruka just turned away; his face flushed red.
From anger or embarassment, I couldn't tell. I knew he would just turn away like this. He always did, and I wondered whether there would come a day where he won't turn away anymore. Probably I embarassed him, otherwise he'd look me into the eyes.
Ruka gulped loudly, and without turning towards me he began to speak to me again.
"I don't know why everyone thinks I'm a sissy, but please Natsume... go after Mikan."
His pleading voice made me shudder. How could I possibly deny his request like that?
It wasn't for me, but for Ruka.
"You are no sissy. I was kidding. And no one thinks you are a sissy", I heard myself say with a firm voice. I patted his shoulder and left Ruka behind without a possibility to answer.
I wandered arround aimlessly, not even knowing where my destination was, since I didn't know where Mikan went. The snow bothered me; it made me stumble a few times.
But Mikan couldn't have walked too far in a short time like this.
I inhaled the cold air deeply, and I have to admit it bothered me as well. The cold air hurt in my throat. But I continued to act as if it didn't affect me, and when I finally found Youichi and Mikan, I tried to slow down my breath - I was coughing like an I-don't-know-what before.
So after I sucessfully calmed myself down, I approached Youichi and Mikan. Of course Youichi noticed me immediately, after I entered his field of vision, but Mikan didn't seem to notice me. I knew she had bad senses. When Youichi faced me, I saw something inside his eyes that alerted and alarmed me. Not that his "older-form" alarmed me anyways; it seemed as if Polka was kinda crazy about that form of his. Tch.
No, I ain't be jealous of a little kid.
From afar, I heard myself yell "Yo, Polka", but she didn't react. Usually she'd try to slap me and scratch out my eyes whenever I used this nickname. Something was wrong. Did she ignore me or something? Youichi nodded, but he couldn't have possibly read my mind.
I put on a rather angry expression ( in case he read my thoughts) and called again for Mikan, before I tipped ehr shoulder. No reaction. "Polka-dotted-panties-girl?" Nothing. I placed myself in front of Mikan and waved my hand in front of her eyes, to avert her gaze which was staring excessively at a newspaper.
Nothing happened either, and I kinda became worried. She finally snapped back into reality after I called her by her real name, Mikan. WTF, wait, did I just call her by her real name? Shit! This can't be happening! But it's not as if she'd notice, ha!
Mikans mouth snapped open and closed again, as if she couldn't find the right words to remark something. I counetd the times she opned and closed her mouth like fish.
One, two three, four... nine, ten! Okay, I admit it; I got impatient and grabbed her shoulders to shake her out of her stupid trance.
Youichi looked kinda shocked, but I didn't really care. Finally Mikan's mouth snapped open once more time, only to reveal the words "Natsume, did you just call me Mikan?"
I felt the air getting heavier. IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT, I told myself like a mantra. I screwed up. Totally. "fuck, as if", I remarked angrily while she shrugged, still grinning like an illuminated idiot. She smiled in a superior way and stabbed ehr index-finger into my chest. "Why did you follow me, Natsume?"
"SORRY", I yelled in an offended tone (though I wasn't offended at all) and turned back. "I just wanted to return to the dorms; I should have choosen another path since this one is obviously yours".
Okay, the usual Natsume never justifies himself, but who would notice?
Mikan's mouth popped open again and Youichi smiled, with his eyebrows raised. Damn, this kid kne me too well.
I felt Polka staring at me. This would be the first and last sorry I'd ever give her. At elast she didn't notice that I indirectly apologized for the other things I told her before. If Ruka wasn't satisfied b now, I'll smash his head against a wall, I swear.
Sometimes friendship is a difficult thing.
░ Mikan's point of view
This morning I've almost been late. I rushed into the class simultaneously with the last bell.
The mean things Natsume told me yesterday made me so upset that I couldn't sleep at all.
And yeah, if you can not sleep for almost a whole night, it's only natural that you oversleep. And so did I.
So when I sat down next to him, he didn't even look up or something. I should be the one to be angry, not him. It made me even more upset that he was ignoring me.
I opened my mouth to protest, just when Narumi sensei twirled into the room, dragging along a boy in our age with white hair. I couldn't recognize more of the boy's appereance from afar.
He probably had amber eyes.
"Minna-san! We've got a new transfer student! His name is Rick-kun!" Narumi-sensei nodded towards the boy and "Rick-kun" began to introduce himself.
His proper name was Rick Satori and he had a sister in high-school, which transferred as well, uh-huh.
Before Rick sat down, his gaze wandered arround in the classroom until it interwined with mine. When he saw me staring at him, he smiled gently; a smile that sent shivers down my spine although it was meant to create some symphaty.
But I didn't know why it scared me at all. After I had averted my gaze, Natsume eyed me suspiciously. Rick had been assigned a seat in the first row, and I was glad that he didn't look at me anymore. Natsume shuffled his feet, but I ignored it. Shortly after the bell rung, I put yesterday's newspaper on Natsume's desk and wandered towards Hotaru. I felt his stare in my back, but I didn't look back.
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