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Chapter 15 -

Natsume

It's been 2 weeks since Mikan was sent to America for further treatment. It's been SOOOO long! Well, at least it feels that way when it's someone you love that's away from you. But I still have that aching guilt gnawing at me. All of this happened because she tried, and obviously succeeded, to save me. But every time I thought of the gut-wrenching moment when I saw her on the verge of death, I couldn't help but think about her reassurance. If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have done it. Those were the words Mikan had said to me right before she was put in a helicopter (thanks to Hotaru) and taken away. Since then, Mikan's "best friend" has been pelting me with at least 20 shots from the baka gun every time she sees me, telling me, "It will all stop when Mikan gets back." As I pace back and forth around my room, I can't help but wonder what she is doing right now. Is she okay? When is she even coming back? HAS SHE FOUND SOMEONE ELSE? Nah, I was just being a little dramatic. I heard a knock at my door, probably that purple eyed witch giving me my first pelting of the day. I flip over the table in my room to act as a barricade. I knew it was just a matter of time before she broke the door do- bang! Dammit! Didn't I tell you? "Get out here, Hyuuga!" said a cold, menacing voice, "Not a chance, you witch!" I replied as I covered my head with a pillow, trying to make it a suitable helmet. "Natsume! We're going to go see Sakura-san!" I heard Ruka say, and immediately my head shot up, regrettably without my pillow/helmet. Baka baka baka baka baka! The wicked witch had shot me 5 times in the nose, leaving it bleeding. "I'm going to be kind this once for times sake." she said. KIND? "Pack your bags NOW Hyuuga. We're going to America."

I could hardly believe it. We were actually going to go and see Mikan. I packed a box of Howalon in my suitcase just for her, because I knew she would love it. We got on Hotaru's private jet (Which , btw, she paid for with the pictures she took of me !) and set off. I know, it's weird that we get to leave the Academy grounds. But let me just say this... Hotaru and her new inventions are SCARY. And this is coming from me. About a quarter of the way there, it was getting really comfortable and I was very tired. So, I fell asleep. But, as cozy as I was, it didn't stop me from having the most awful nightmare.

Mikan was struggling against someone, someone strong. As she fought to stay in her bed, a man tried to take her out of it. "Stop, please..." she wimpered, fighting with all of her might. Why hasn't she screamed? The manhad obviously become violent with her, seeing as how there was a red mark across her beautiful face. I couldn't do anything in this dream. I couldn't move, speak, or look away. And the man wasn't facing me. The man's head came close enough to Mikan's for her to be able to beadbutt him. He staggered back, obviously surprised. Mikan took this moment to stand, something flashing in her eyes. A look that was similar to the one she gave me the day of our fight. But without the sadness, and a hell of a lot more menacing. Her look even scared me. "What do you want?" Mikan asked, voice now steady and the complete opposite of how it had been just moments earlier. She wasn't wearing usual hospital attire. She was wearing pink pajama pants with clouds, and a button-up collared shirt to match. It was obvious she'd begged to be in these. And no one could resist her, trust me. As her question was asked, the man took a step closer, still not facing me. But, he slowly raised his arm, index finger pointing right at her. And with a cold, chilling, slightly familiar voice, he said, "I need you." when he spoke the last word, he lunged at her, Mikan successfully dodging. As she managed to dodge the next punch, she threw one of her own, getting him right across the chin. After all, she's shorter. But how did she learn to fight like that? Whatever, it's my dream. If I want my girlfriend fighting like a freaking ninja, then so be it! Once she had landed that punch right across his chin, she kneed him where the sun don't shine. As soon as he was hunched over, letting out a painful groan, Mikan roundhouse kicked him right across the head, essentially knocking him out. As soon as that man had fallen, another shorter guy appeared, he looked like he could've been our age, maybe a little older, but I'm only going by the body style. Heck, I couldn't see this guy's face either. But he was behind Mikan, and he put a rag over her face. I knew what it was as soon as I saw it. Mikan struggled and fought, but to no avail. Her eye lids became droopy, and the guy held her as she slowly dropped to the ground, passing out. Once she was fully out, the guy cradled her in his arms, and I immediately became jealous beyond belief. And as he caressed and stroked her cheeks, he walked to the window, jumping out of it and into a helicopter. The guy set Mikan down, and carried his knocked out henchman onto the helicopter as well. He then went back to holding Mikan and began once again stroking her face like it was his. I swear, I'm gonna kill somebody when I wake up. As I slowly started to come out of the dream, I heard the guy whisper one final thing to her, "Finally, you're all mine."

When I woke up, I immediately punched the seat in front of me. "OUCH!" Ruka yelled, rubbing his head, "What's the matter with you, Natsume? First, you mumble all throughout your sleep, and then I get punched! What were you dreaming about, anyway?" I mumbled, really? "Nothing really. Just a bad dream, that's all. Sorry Ruka." I still can't believe it. My own dream managed to make me jealous! Jealous of some guy who didn't even exist! Love sucks man. "We land in 2 minutes, Hyuuga." Hotaru said, getting us all to fasten our seatbelts. When we landed, we were a little farther from the hospital than I would've liked, but we can walk it no problem. But weirdly, everything seemed errily quiet. But then again, what did I expect? This place is for housing sick people, after all. Ruka and I looked at eachother, and started for the hospital. "Wait." Hotaru ordered, "Are you two idiots? Leave your luggage on the jet before I shoot you both." We did as we were told, but as we did, she headed off, somewhat quickly for the hospital by herself. As I went to catch up to her, Ruka caught my arm sternly, "Why don't you let her see her best friend first?" I nodded. As we made our way over there, we heard a scream, obviously Hotaru's (Hm... didn't think she could sound so much like a girl) coming from inside. Ruka took off, running faster than me, obviously worried. We were both relieved when we saw her standing in the doorway, perfectly fine. "Hey, why did you-" I started, then I saw them. Bodies everywhere. Hacked up. Of course, all doctors and patients. Every one of them noticably dead. We were all paralyzed, until we all had the same thought at the same time, "MIKAN!" we all yelled as we headed to her room, then we remembered. We don't know where her room is. Wow, do I feel stupid. But nothing could compare to the fear I felt that Mikan might be dead. Hotaru hacked the hospital accounts while Ruka and I impatiently waited for the elevator door to open. "Got it! Top floor, room 708!" She yelled as we all got into the elevator. When we got to the top floor, we all raced to room 708, and as we opened the door, we all expected the worst. But no one was in the room. Sure, it was messy, but nothing dead of the sort anywhere in here. Mikan wasn't here.

But her window was wide open.

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