Japan Look Out
By Xavenging angelX

Trip Down Memory Lane

I don't care to try again. They said, "Time will heal, and time will mend,"
But on Halloween, the last time you left
If I knew, you were never coming back,
I would have, held on to that last day, instead of, "Here's your keys,"
the last thing I'd say would be "I love you."
and just in case,
"I'm only myself when I'm with you baby."

xXx

Natsume's P.O.V

My eyes felt watery. I never have seen a chick so brash. I swear to God, all girls are the same with their giggles and flirtatious comments. Though my sister and her friend are something else. Scratch that, they weren't even HUMAN for not trying to hit on me. I mean, my sister technically can't, but her friend? That was just creepy. If I was a regular guy, I would've been shaking in my shoes and getting goose bumps. My eyes never wavered from her eye contact. The best way for me to win was to not thinking about it. I inhaled deeply as my eyes grew distant, not really taking in the view. My brain reeled back to a happier period of my life. I was stuck in that hellhole of an orphanage, but it was a bit more cheerful with HER.

She with no name. She was 9 when she left me with her mother. She had the most beautiful caramel brown locks that waved gently to a little below her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were always sparkling with delight and she had the most wonderful laugh. Her eyes would twinkle when she made the most random discoveries and she would let out a tinkling laugh. She was so pure. She was an angel sent down from heaven. I always knew she shouldn't be hanging out with such a dark character as myself when as a young child. I always knew she was going to move on from me.

Only, I never knew it was going to be so soon. I watched her run towards my direction. I placed the manga book that I was reading at the time in my lap. A ghost of a smile was all that I allowed myself to appear on my face. The hint of the smile was met with dirty tears rolling down her cheeks. Mud was splotched all over her dress and limbs. From the rain from last night and her tears, I was surprised that she wasn't any dirtier.

"N-Natsume," she hiccupped. She opened her arms and attacked me with a vicious hug. Her head was pressed down on my shoulder and I grimaced from what the nuns would say when they saw my shirt, but I shook off that thought. Salty wet tears seeped from her eyes down to my shirt. My arms reluctantly hugged her back and I patted her back awkwardly. I haven't been hugged ever since my parents have died.

"Hmm?" I asked distractedly. I had hoped that my sempai wouldn't crash our moment together. She always had a way of doing that, so I looked around the Orphanage grounds and was relieved when I didn't see her cheerful face.

"I'm going to move to America," she whispered through hiccups. Her hazel eyes met mine and I felt so helpless. Her eyes were screaming out in agony and yet I was no help. I stared back with remorse. I felt as if I was hit by a ton of bricks. I always knew she was going to leave, just never this soon. She was my friend. I didn't want her to leave just like that.

"Why?" I asked gently. My hands stroked her back quicker, but in a way more gently.

"My momma and my papa are getting a divorce and I have to move with my mom. She's getting remarried. I don't like the man. He's scary," she whimpered into my shirt.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled with great difficulty. I always hated those two words. They were so powerful and made me feel weak. I wasn't in control when I said those words, I had to be forgiven. People ask a question whenever they utter those words. I hated to feel like I had to depend on someone else.

"It's not your fault, Natsume," she murmured. With that, a silence enveloped us. She just kept letting those tears shed and I just held on. She needed a rock, and I was willing to be that person for her. It's too bad that she probably won't ever see me again. An eternity passed by us before she spoke up. The twinkle in her hazel eyes was barely visible from her puffy red eyes.

"Promise me something?" she asked me in a tone that was below a whisper. We stopped touching each other and we both sat down, leaning on the trunk of the tree to offer us support.

"What?"

"Promise you'll never forget me?" she asked in a small childish voice. She extended her pinky and looked up hopefully.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and hooked my pinky with hers. She felt so warm. Honestly, the whole pinky promise thing was so stupid, but I obeyed without a complaint, because she was already saddened and I didn't want her to feel even worse with my mouth and me.

"Promise?" she asked with a stronger tone.

"Yes," I replied simply and a ghost of a smile appeared on my face, "And I'm sure you'll remember me by with my dazzling good looks."

"Whatever Mister Arrogant," she rolled her eyes at me and laughed. I knew that I was going to miss her laugh. I was so sure when I was a kid and I do. She stood up and brushed off some of the dirt from her dress. With a bright smile on her face and her hazel eyes finally twinkling, "I have to go now, Natsume. Momma says that I need to pack. Bye!"

"Wait!" I started to call from her departing figure. She swirled around and looked at me questioningly. I felt so stupid to never asking her what her name was until now. I never thought that it was important until now that she was leaving Japan for America.

"Mika, bye Natsume! I'll never forget you!" she shouted and with that she left. I stared at the fence for a long while. My friend was leaving forever. I was numb and weary.

"You know, she's only taking it real hard because of you?" a quiet voice asked from right next to me. I glanced away from the fence briefly before looking back again. It was just my sempai, Elyse. She was three or four years older than me, she never specified it to me.

"Huh?" I asked, dumbfounded. What did she mean?

"Nothing, pet," she laughed as she ruffled my hair, "It's not healthy for you to stand out here. C'mon, go inside with me."

I grunted as she placed an arm over my shoulders and led me back into the orphanage.

"Natsume. Earth to Natsume," I heard a rumbling voice from besides me. A strong hand was firmly placed on my shoulder. I flickered my glance to my father. I heard a musical laugh from my sister and a triumphant smirk written on Hotaru's face and I groaned inwardly. I just lost to a CHICK. Can this day get any worse?

"Help the girls bring their luggage into the house? I need to register the girls into school for the coming August," the father spoke to me. I looked at him and shrugged. I opened the door and jumped out and onto the driveway.

"Yeah, remember to HELP us, dude," my sister's friend drawled with dark amusement. I rolled my eyes. The next thing that I saw pissed me off. That proved my point that ALL girls were evil. Mikan was okay, I guess because at least SHE tried to carry her suitcases, but that Hotaru! She walked away, expecting me to follow her like a maid with one hand on her suitcase! God, I'm a MAN and THE Natsume Hyuuga! People are supposed to wait on me, not the other way around! My God! That really pissed me off; that violet-eyed girl walked right next to Mikan that was struggling to carry her own luggage and effortlessly carried it! That girl then smirked at me and walked away with my "sister."

I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. The fire that burned in my soul was ignited when Hotaru pissed me off. My eyes snapped open when I heard someone calling my name. It was my sister and there was a teasing grin on her face. She chuckled and asked, "So when are we going to get to get a tour of the house that the Badass lives in?"

I rolled my eyes again and caught up to them in a matter of a few paces. I stayed two meters exactly away from double trouble. I ignored their chatter and the only time that I looked up from the ground was when I saw another pair of feet walking in our direction. Well, it was closer to Hotaru and Mikan, but nonetheless, it got my attention. I wonder who it was.

"Hotaru look out!" I heard Mikan screech as she pushed her dark haired friend out of the way of the path of destruction. Great, my day just went from a ten on the 'worst day ever' meter to a 100. I groaned inwardly as I saw who was just about to run into Hotaru. Her long ebony hair with rebellious streaks in it… Her tight ripped light wash jeans and baggy boy shirts… Her short structure and a book glued to her hand, it could only be one person. Yes, it could only be described as one person, Elyse.

I sighed and walked closer to the girls. I had to greet my sempai or else… She had a very short fuse and she was probably the only girl that I respected and didn't want to piss off. Well, Hotaru was second on the list, but Elyse made Hotaru look like a kitten. Trust me.

"Michelle," Hotaru greeted warmly as the two girls hugged. That just made me look at them with an eyebrow arched. What the fuck?! Hotaru was capable of HUGGING someone?! Someone alert the press! I held in a snicker and I wondered how Elyse stumbled on the name Michelle. She had a thing for changing her name every time I see her, and I wasn't unfazed when I heard people call her random names. Hugs and kisses on the cheek went around the three of them. Not to mention whispers that I wished that I knew what they spoke. Though the main question was how did they know Elyse. The three of them lived across the globe from each other.

"No one is following you," I heard Hotaru speak up from all of the whispers and giggles. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she looked defiantly at Elyse who glared back with a hint of desperation in her dark brown eyes.

"Shut up!" she snarled and that's when she saw me…

Recognition was seen in her eyes and she clapped a hand to her mouth. She bounced over to my side and squealed, "Oh my God! Oh my fucking God! Natsume! Oh my god! I can't believe it's you!"

She hugged me tightly and the only thing I could do is to stiffly hug her back. She let me go within a couple of minutes and I sighed, "Always nice to see you, Elyse. It's been a month hasn't it, Miss Melodramatic?"

"Well, I've been busy," she answered mysteriously with a wink.

"How do you know him?" Mikan asked in awe.

"And more importantly, how come you haven't killed him yet? He's just a jackass and I haven't known from for more than an hour, darling," Hotaru asked.

Elyse laughed as she replied, "I put up with him since I was 10 or 11. He isn't as bad as he seems, honey."

"Lies," Hotaru declared.

"You know it, honey. I was just trying to make Natsume feel better about himself," Elyse giggled. She winked at me and just sighed. Elyse was forever the playful one. Even when she was depressed or in a horrid mood, she wouldn't let it show unless she was pissed. That's the only negative trait she would show people.

"His ego is big enough," Mikan snorted.

"Hello, I'm right here," I finally spoke up from the gossiping ladies. At least Elyse showed that she saw me and was just teasing. Mikan was probably joking around too… But Hotaru most likely meant it.

"We honestly don't care, sweet pea," Elyse laughed good-naturedly.

"Whatever Hag, just how did you end up in my front lawn?" I demanded. I was wondering about that. I knew her answer: it was always going to be her standard "You know me, I could slip through anything that I want to."

She smirked as she answered, "People and you know me… I could slip through anything that I want to…"

See what I mean? I grimaced as I remembered that clearly. She always makes me remember that day… I shook my head and tried not to go back down memory lane, but I couldn't get it out of my head. It just replayed in my head over and over again. It was the event before I was basically rejected by the brunette, a.k.a Mika. And she didn't even know how I felt.

xXx

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