A/N: Yes. I am lame for updating late again. So very lame. Please enjoy this chapter anyway. X3
Disclaimer: If I owned Gakuen Alice, Natsume and Mikan would've confessed their undying love for each other, and if I owned Fruits Basket the series, it'd still be going. But I don't. D: -cries-
Kyo's POV
I flinched as an icy drop of rain fell on my head.
Crap. I thought, looking up at the sky. It was overcast – of course – and starting to rain. Perfect. Just perfect.
I'm not gonna back down, though. This could be my chance to beat Natsume or Yuki – or, even better, both! I thought, trying to be optimistic.
Abruptly I heard a car door slam. I heard voices, and I frowned. Was Shigure back already?
The punk – Natsume – heard it too, and walked inside to see whom it was. I followed him, curious.
"Shiii-san~! Yun-chaaaan~! Tohru-chaaaan!! Where are my darling friends?" a sickeningly familiar voice called.
I froze in the doorway as I saw who the owner of the voice was.
There stood my worst nightmare – Ayame. Behind him were Haru, Hiro, Kisa, and – oh, no, no, NO!
Yes. It was Kagura, grinning stupidly. What did I do in life to deserve this? Seriously?
Standing next to me, Natsume seemed to immediately sense that this was going to be another torture filled day. He looked a little mutinous in a way I didn't know 11 year olds could pull off. I almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost.
Ayame caught sight of me standing in the door and gave me one of his huge, overdone smiles that made a kitten want to barf.
"Oh! Kyonkichi! I did not expect you there! You look pleasantly surprised to see me! Didn't Gure-san tell you of our visit?" he asked in his obnoxious loud voice.
I ignored the comment about "pleasantly surprised" and thought back to the conversation at the table, when Shigure had explained to Mikan that she had to act as Tohru. Shigure had said he was going to invite the Sohma's over to tell them what was going on so they could help back Mikan. I had foolishly thought that they would come later . . .
Ayame, seeing that I wasn't going to reply, turned his gaze to Natsume.
"Oh! Who is this, Kyonkichi? I don't believe I have seen this face before!" he exclaimed, walking confidently toward Natsume.
Natsume gave him a death glare that stopped him in his tracks.
Ayame looked surprised, but he wisely took a step back. Let's just say that, if looks could kill, Ayame would be dead now.
"What is –"
Yuki's voice was cut off as he saw who was in the hallway entrance. Ayame's face lit up as he saw Yuki.
"Yun-yunnnnn!" he exclaimed. "Come forth, and let your older brother embrace you!" he held out his arms. I had to resist the urge to puke.
Yuki looked like he felt that same way. "Don't you dare," Yuki muttered. As he backed away he accidentally bumped into Mikan, who was behind him.
"Oh! Is that Tohru behind you?" Ayame exclaimed excitedly.
Yuki and I exchanged a quick glance. Here we go again . . . I thought, not at all enthusiastic about explaining the situation to these idiots.
Yuki shook his head. "No, this is Sakura-san. Honda-san . . . isn't here right now," he began. "Sit down, and I'll explain the best I can," he finished reluctantly.
So, Yuki briefly told them about the deal and about Mikan replacing Tohru. I myself wasn't too happy about that, since I was suspicious on how well it would even work, but I couldn't do too much about it.
Ayame and co. all had different reactions. Ayame was blabbing on and on about more "great" ideas to add to the plan, but I wasn't listening – I don't think anyone else was either. Kisa looked distraught at Tohru's disappearance; Hiro just snorted and twiddled his thumbs with a bored expression. Haru looked calm and agreed quietly with the plan as far as I could tell.
Kagura, on the other hand, was upset for a split second and the next she was climbing all over me.
"Kyoooo-kun!! I missed you!!!" she squealed, attacking me.
"You just saw me yesterd—! Ack! Get off me, idiot!" I exclaimed. Of course, she ignored me and continued her abuse-fest.
Somehow, through my noisy, attempts to get Kagura off me, I heard Mikan ask Yuki about the dodgeball game.
"Are we still doing it?" she asked, clutching a bright red ball.
Yuki was about to reply when that noisy Ayame exclaimed, "Dodgeball?! Did you say dodgeball? What a wonderful game! A game of bonding and practicing moving away from a target! We have made such a crime in barging in on your game! Let us express our deepest sorrow for it – why don't we repay you by giving you some assistance in the game?"
Yuki looked strained for a moment as he tried to imagine what a game of dodgeball would be like with the erratic group of Sohmas. I could imagine it easily enough – total disaster.
Apparently Yuki didn't come to this conclusion, because he said, "Sure, I guess. Let's go outside and we'll get started."
As we filed out of the house, I prepared myself mentally and physically for what was bound to come.
Mikan bounded about, grinning. I felt a pang in my chest – that grin strangely reminded me of Tohru.
I quickly pushed Tohru out of my thoughts and tried to listen to what Yuki was now saying.
"So, I assume we all know how to play dodgeball, but just in case . . . there are two teams, a leader on each, who picks out the players on their team. You get out either from getting hit by someone or someone catches the ball you throw. It keeps going until everyone is out on one team," Yuki explained, tossing the ball absently from hand to hand.
Kagura stepped forward, squealing, "Ohohoho~! Yun-yun! Can I be a leader!?"
Yuki sighed. I prayed fervently that he would refuse, but no, of course he just couldn't say no!
"I guess," Yuki said. It was times like these when I really wished I could kick his sorry little butt.
And to make things worse, Ayame exclaimed, "Let me do the honor, dear brother! I will make a team so great, no one will believe it! The glory and never ending pr—"
"We get it, aniki. Just hurry up and choose your team," Yuki interrupted, tossing him the ball.
Kagura and Ayame faced the rest of us, contemplating – or doing their version of "thinking" – who to choose for their team.
I knew way before Kagura said anything that she was going to choose me first.
"Kyo-kuuuun! He's my first choice!" she giggled, motioning for me to come and stand by her. I groaned but reluctantly obliged.
Ayame chose Yuki – no surprise there --, Hiro, Kisa, and Haru. Kagura chose Momiji, Mikan, and Natsume.
I looked at my team and assessed the situation. Wow. I'm seriously going to have to think over what I did exactly to get to this low of a point in my life. I know I'm over reacting, but did I mention how much my life sucks?
"Wonderful. Just wonderful pairings. Were you set on this earth to torture me or what?" I muttered to Kagura.
Either she didn't hear me or she just ignored it, because she grinned and squealed, "Okay! Let's start!"
We moved onto two different sides of the field and positioned ourselves. Ayame's team started with the ball, so I kept my senses alert.
Yuki had the ball – he threw it almost as soon as someone had handed it to him. The ball just barely missed Mikan, who dodged it just in time.
Natsume grabbed the ball just before I got there. He pushed me out of the way and launched the ball at the other team. It headed straight for Kisa. Hiro, of course, jumped in front of her, getting hit instead.
One down. I thought, a little triumphant. I am extremely competitive, if you haven't noticed already.
Yuki grabbed the ball, and out from nowhere he pulled another ball.
"Let's really make this fun, shall we?" he said, with a small smile unlike him.
He tossed both balls as hard as he could at us – I felt like they were slightly directed at me – at the same time.
One of the balls hit the ground early and bounced over to me. The other one Natsume narrowly missed catching.
I grabbed the ball that was beneath me and Natsume ran back and grabbed the other one. We stepped out to the front. Gauging the distance and whom I was hitting carefully, I launched the ball at Yuki. He dodged it with ease, but Kisa, who was behind him, got smacked in the face. I winced, hoping furiously she wouldn't cry.
Thankfully she didn't, but she looked dazed and rubbed her face continuously as she stepped to the sidelines.
Natsume's ball just narrowly missed Haru's arm. Haru ran to get it and came back quickly, twirling the ball on one finger.
Yuki and Haru, the holders of both balls now, stepped closer to our side. They took what seemed like forever to throw the ball.
"Would you hurry up already?! I'll be a hundred years old by the time—" I began but was cut off when a ball narrowly missed my head.
"I think you should stop blabbing and start playing, huh?" Haru growled with a snort.
I ignored him and was about to grab the ball when I realized Kagura had beaten me to it.
"I'm gonna throw this one!" she exclaimed.
Oh joy. I thought, rolling my eyes. I let her try it, though.
She looked around for a moment, then threw it hard. I felt my jaw drop as I realized that she had just thrown a perfect throw and would've got Ayame if he hadn't caught it, which got Kagura out.
"Brilliant throw! Precise and well aimed! I bet Kyonkichi couldn't do better himself!" Ayame exclaimed encouragingly.
I felt my eye twitch. "Oh yeah? Wanna bet?" I growled, rolling up my sleeves.
The rain had started to fall heavier, but somehow that was the last thing on my mind. I hated it, but it only encouraged my anger and passion to win this.
I realized that Mikan had the second ball now. Apparently she hadn't thrown it yet.
"What are you doing just standing there?!" I exclaimed. "Throw it already!"
She looked at me, then at the ball. "Oh yeah! I still have it!" she realized. I felt like punching something. Really hard.
Mikan threw it at Yuki, who caught it. Mikan sighed and trotted over to the sides.
I looked at our team. We had three people left – Momiji, Natsume, and myself. The other team also only had three – Ayame, Yuki, and Haru. So it was even. We both had a weak spot – Momiji and Ayame[neither of them could throw a ball to save their lives], and strong points – myself and Natsume[you gotta admit, the kid has skills] and Yuki and Haru.
You can guess what happened next – Ayame threw the sorriest looking throw I'd ever seen, but somehow it managed to hit Momiji.
I took the ball and threw it at Haru just as Yuki aimed a ball at me, so that I had to do a weird dodge – throw maneuver that, in retrospect, was completely awesome. Only downside was that it hit Ayame instead of Haru.
So, it ended up a tough fight – Natsume and me against Yuki and Haru.
The rain was pretty steady now and hadn't stopped once in a while, so we were all soaked to the bone. The people who were out of the game had headed inside to watch a while ago.
I felt pumped though. I wasn't too sure about everyone else, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that I could win this!
Handling the ball absently, Yuki looked like he was ready to stop. "Maybe we should call this a tie and postpone until the weather clears . . ." he began.
"Heck no!" I exclaimed. "You're just afraid of losing!"
Yuki frowned. "I never said that, stupid cat," he retorted.
"Well, then prove to me that you aren't scared!" I challenged.
Yuki didn't reply but launched the ball at me. I dodged it and it bounced to Natsume's feet.
Haru, who had the other ball, threw it at me as well, but I dodged it and just barely missed catching it.
I picked the ball up, handling it carefully so that it wouldn't slip out of my hands.
As I threw it it accidentally slipped through m hands.
Natsume caught it before it fell and tossed it to me.
It almost slipped from my hands again as I tried to catch it.
"Having trouble?" Natsume asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Shut up," I replied angrily, tossing the ball at Yuki this time.
Haru leaped in front to catch it but he missed, brushing Yuki's shoulder.
"That was a hit! You're out!" I exclaimed.
"That didn't hit me. I didn't feel it," Yuki replied.
"Whaaat?! It so did! You just don't want to admit it!"
"Stop bickering!" Haru interrupted. "Let's just say it missed."
Just as I was about to protest a ball flew at me, but accidentally hit Natsume instead.
Without any emotion on his face he walked past me wordlessly.
I tried to look casual as I waited for them to throw the other ball. When it came at me I caught it with one hand. "Ha!" I exclaimed.
I saw Haru's eye twitch as he realized he was out. He walked over to the side.
I launched the ball at Yuki. I clenched my fists as Yuki narrowly missed it.
This went on for another minute or so, until Yuki caught it. Wait – No! He had almost caught it when it slipped out of his hands, which counted as a hit!
"YES! In your FACE!" I yelled, punching the air.
Yuki sighed and threw the ball at my face.
"Hey! Game's over, stupid rat!" I yelled, rubbing my cheek where it had hit me.
"I know, stupid cat," Yuki replied, heading inside.
I rolled my eyes and followed him.
Inside, Kagura tackled me instantly, yelling, "You saved the team! We won! We won!"
I saw Mikan grinning at me along with the rest of my team – except for Natsume, of course. I'd be actually a little frightened if he had been.
I shot a smug look toward the other team – especially Yuki, who pretended not to notice.
"Time to dry off!" Haru said, rubbing his hair furiously with a towel. I didn't know where and how he got the towel, but I didn't care. I was still having a major ego high, which crowded out everything else.
I grinned triumphantly as I took a towel from Momiji, who was handing me one. They must have raided the bathroom or something. Not like I cared.
I sort of wished Tohru were here to see this victory of mine. I knew she'd be happy for me, and she'd give me one of those sweet, kind smiles of hers . . .
Crap. I really missed her. A lot.
~.*.~
Natsume's POV
I rubbed my hair roughly with a towel some more, still soaking wet from playing dodgeball out in the rain.
Mikan laughed loudly and exclaimed, "Natsume-kun, your hair looks hilarious! It's sticking up in funn-"
I hit her in the head to shut her up.
"Hey! You fox! What was that for?!" she yelled, clutching her head.
I said nothing and continued to dry off my hair.
I heard the front door open and footsteps shuffle inside. "We're hooooome~!" Shigure shouted in his irritatingly gleeful voice.
Shigure barged in, umbrella in hand and Imai standing behind him, her arms full of books.
Shigure's expression looked surprised as he took in the scene before him. Imai took it in for a second with her cold eyes and then walked over to the table and set her books down.
"It's like I get a new surprise every time I come home from somewhere these days!" Shigure exclaimed, laughing as he folded his umbrella and walked further into the house.
Ayame grinned – the perfect picture of a true idiot – and exclaimed, "GURE-SAN~! How have you been doing, my wonderful friend?! Very well, I assume??"
Shigure nodded and smiled good-naturedly. "Yes, yes, very well indeed." He turned to look at Yuki, mouthing the words: "Have you told them yet?" Yuki nodded in reply.
Shigure turned his head back to Ayame and said, "So, you have heard of the situation we have here currently . . . well, the reason I wasn't here earlier is because my guest and I were out at the Sohma library. We're trying to find out more about the situation."
Ayame nodded. "Excellent plan, Gure-san!" he stood up from his seat and said, "Let us not interrupt your discovery making! We have fully understood your situation, and I believe our time is done here. We played a wonderful game of dodgeball, which Kagura's team won, and now we shall leave you to your own devices." He turned to Yuki. "Dearest brother, I feel like we have connected through the match of dodgeball, and I hope to continue deepening our unfathomable brotherly love!!" he exclaimed, outstretching his arms.
Yuki looked a little pale and sweaty as he took a good few steps back from his eccentric older brother.
I felt so relieved when they left. I thought the endless horrors of those idiots would never end, but it finally stopped. At least, for the most part.
Shigure sighed and leaned back in his seat. "So, now that they're gone, we can get to the real fun stuff!" he said with a smile.
Mikan grinned excitedly and asked, "Oooh! What is it? What is it?"
Shigure grinned mischievously and replied, "Studying! We got some great books from the library and we should take the free time we have today and use it productively! Especially since tomorrow you're attending Tohru-kun's high school. We got some books on attending high school, too."
Mikan looked a little disappointed, having stupidly thought that Shigure had something "fun" up his sleeve, but she nodded and smiled, looking at the massive stack of books on the table.
"Okay! I'll do my best!" she exclaimed, setting her face in a determined smile as she grabbed a book from the middle of the stack. I winced as the pile of books came tumbling down.
Imai sighed and muttered, "Baka." Shigure sweat dropped and Mikan smiled sheepishly.
Shigure gathered the books and spread them about the table. "Well, let's get started!" he said and grabbed an old looking book.
I sighed and took a newer looking book and placed it on my face.
~.*.~
"Mou, Polka. I give up. You're an idiot for life," I muttered, letting the book drop on the table with a thud.
"Whaaat?! Come on – I just need a little more help understanding this! Ugh! Well, I don't need your help anyway!" Mikan replied indignantly, sticking her tongue out at me and turning to study the book some more.
We had been reading books for a while now – first we read boring, useless books about the Sakura trees and the Sohma family history. Soon Shigure said he had someplace to go [although we all know that he just didn't want to read anymore], and Imai bailed shortly after he did, saying something along the lines of "I can't study with idiots around me – their idiocy spreads too easily."
So, it was just Mikan and I. I was attempting to try and teach her the simplest of the simplest High School math problems, but I should've known better and just stuck to the Sakura tree history. Mikan couldn't work a math problem to save her life. Actually, it seemed like she couldn't do anything.
I heard Mikan sigh deeply. There was a minute or two of silence between us, and I wondered if she was actually reading and understanding the math. 'Yeah. Sure. And pigs can fly,' I thought with an internal snort.
Suddenly, Mikan's head rested against my shoulder. I turned to look at her, surprised.
She had fallen asleep – her eyes were closed and she had a serene, peaceful look on her cute, round face.
At first, I wasn't quite sure what to do here - if Shigure or Imai came in at this moment, they'd see this picture and bad things would happen. I could just see Shigure saying what a cute "couple" we were and Imai taking pictures to blackmail us with later.
But what did I care? I was enjoying this. This didn't happen everyday, you know? Let everyone else go die in a hole or something.
I gave a small little smile as I heard Mikan sigh peacefully and drift deeper into sleep. I decided she probably wouldn't wake if I picked her up.
So, carefully I let her head fall onto my lap so I could slide my arm under her back. I placed my other arm under her legs and then slowly stood up with her in my arms.
Mikan stirred but didn't wake. I looked around me and headed towards the room I was sleeping. I didn't want anyone to go near that cursed Sakura tree - I didn't trust that freaking tree one bit - so my room was the only choice.
I stepped into the room quietly and very gently set Mikan on the moonlit bed. Her face was so beautiful in the silver light, looking innocent and sweet and almost shimmery.
I sighed, not wanting to take my eyes off of her. If only she would see how I truly felt about her . . . but then, would she return my feelings? That I couldn't tell, out of all the things I could read from her wide, open book.
I remembered that time long ago when I kissed her, back at the Christmas Party. Some sort of courage - a different kind of courage than I usually had - over took me and I had kissed her. I almost wished I could find that courage again, but for some reason I just couldn't. Not even while she was sleeping.
So, instead, I just brushed her hair out of her face and pulled the covers up around her. Just as I was about to leave the room, she spoke my name.
"Na-Natsume . . ." she whispered, and a small smile appeared on her face.
I turned around, surprised. I wondered if I had wakened her - but no, her eyes were closed, her face had that dreamy expression, and her breathing was deep and steady.
Huh. I wondered what I would be doing in her dream . . .
This train of thought was stopped when a loud thud came from just outside the door, followed by a whispered curse.
Oh, this is just great. I've been watched this whole time. Just my luck, huh?
I walked out into the hall and saw Kyo, frozen in mid-stoop to get the book he had dropped. Kyo snatched the book from the floor and stood up so quickly a bone in his back snapped.
Kyo winced a little but other than that showed nothing but surprise. I gave him a death glare that I wished could kill him right there.
"What are you doing here, idiot?" I asked, trying to stifle the immense urge to set his hair on fire.
Kyo looked like he was trying to figure a hard problem out - he squinted at me and frowned for a moment, then said, "Wait . . . you like her??"
I pretty much wanted to punch him in the face. His idiocy was even worse than Mikan's.
"Like you can't guess – didn't you see me just now?" I retorted.
Kyo blinked. "Uh. Well. You just didn't strike me as the kind who could 'love,' you know," Kyo muttered with a smirk.
I felt my fists itch with the need to plant themselves into that orange-haired freak's face. "I oughta--" I began to threaten, but Kyo interrupted me.
"If you punch me, you'll wake up your little girlfriend, you know. I'll make sure she does," Kyo smirked triumphantly.
I snapped. Within a second I had nice portion of Kyo's hair roasting. Before he could yell, though, I grabbed his collar and whispered menacingly, "You wake her, you die. I'll put out the fire for now, but just be watching your back, because this isn't over." With that I stormed away, leaving Kyo efficiently stunned and, hopefully, scared.
~.*.~
That night, I "slept" in a tree outside of the room Mikan was sleeping in. I didn't want to go back inside, and that unmentionable low-life bearing the name of Kyo slept on the roof, so that was not an option.
I gazed at the beautiful array of stars above me, glittering like dewdrops at dawn. I saw a couple of shooting stars, but I didn't bother to wish on them. I knew that it wouldn't do anything no matter how hard I wished. Believe me, I've tried plenty of times before when I was kid. It doesn't work.
I stayed in that tree, awake for who knows how long, thinking of the usual - how much I hated Persona's guts, how much I hated Kyo's guts, how much I hated the ESP's guts, and how much I loved Mikan's guts.
Wait - that came out wrong. Lemme rephrase that. I love Mikan. Not her guts. Well, maybe, in a way. Whatever.
Slowly, I drifted off to sleep, entering the familiar troubled dreamland. Instead of the usual Persona and ESP-themed nightmares, though, this one was a little different . . .
I looked about me, and, instead of the usual pitch black, I was in a dark, eerie room that had a color scheme that consisted of black, gray and . . . red. A bright crimson red, which I recognized as blood. Troubled, I looked up and saw a pale figure lying on the ground. I could tell it was a girl, and she was beaten up, dirty, and scarred. Suddenly she opened her eyes. A pair of beautiful brown eyes - the ones I loved so much - stared at me sorrowfully, filled with pain and suffering. "Save me, Natsume! Save me!" she croaked, tears falling down from her eyes. I tried to speak, to move towards her and save her from whoever did this to her, but I was frozen. So I had to watch as a shadow came up to Mikan and kicked her. She groaned and began to cry. I felt an uncontrollable anger fill me, and I tried to set the shadow-guy on fire, but I couldn't do anything, not even yell or cry out to Mikan. So I had to watch the guy beat her up, and then finally stab her in the heart with a knife. She choked and cried out in immense pain. The shadow laughed cruelly and left the scene, leaving me to watch Mikan die. I couldn't do this. I wanted to die. I wanted that shadow to come back and kill me too. I can't live with out Mikan! Mikan, Mikan, MIKAN! my mind screamed, and I was in turmoil - nothing in my mind made sense anymore. All I could feel was pain. A cruel, unfamiliar laugh filled my ears as the place went black and I tried to yell, to cry, to do something to express my unfathomable grief, but, no, I was still frozen. So the silent scream built up in my chest as I listened to Mikan's final words to me ring painfully in my ears, over and over - "Save me, Natsume! Save me!"
A/N: Well, I hope you all enjoyed chapter six. :] Dodgeball was fun to write about. Kyo having an ego high was fun too. x] I wish I could've played with that a little more, but I was impatient. P: I had planned the NatsuMikan moment that was in this chapter ever since I first thought of the idea. xD so I've been dying to actually write it. :D anyway, so sorry again for the late update. x[ You all know I'm very busy. I hope to get chapter 7 done sooner though. [We'll see how that goes. P:] Well, arigato for reading~! Please review and even favorite if you liked :D
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"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! I cannot BELIEVE you!!"
"One should never be ashamed of love."