Oh my! Time is running out! and sorry for being lazy enough to update and revise my stories as what i promised before..sorry..i'm still kind of busy with chores...haha.
To be frank, i've completely lost my interest in this story ( and it was my first story here..hell). When i was composing the plot in my mind when i was 13 or 14, i was pretty sure that this story would have the best plot, given that it was coming from a tyro like me. But due to the long time differences between each update, i think i lost my memories..and yeah..that was a fault on my part. Moreover, it already contains 7 chapters and still not that much reviews...though i cannot blame the readers who accidentally clicked on this and just got bored. Somehow, i'm really glad and grateful to those who reviewed this and for the faves and alerts! I may not mention you here but you're names are carved in my heart. Love yah guys!
If ever there is someone who's saddened by my speech...no i'm not saying goodbye to this story yet. This chapter is a fragment of the supposedly next chapter but since i was really disheartened, i didn't present the whole.
I would love to hear you out, my dear readers...i'm open for suggestions! and please help me rekindle that passion for this story.
When that happens, i'm gonna update and continue this all the way to the the end. :)
When Mikan saw Natsume, she suddenly didn't know what kind of action should be taken. By the word kind, she meant the course of action to be taken. Rough or smooth – and she didn't know where and when those words came out! But one thing was for sure: she had to do something about it. And then the minute came when her wildest fear arrived. Know why? Natsume suddenly stirred in his sleep, and now Mikan certainly knew what that signified. It signified chaos. Once Natsume awakened from his deep slumber, he would see Mikan. And then there would be what they call confrontation. NATSUME WOULD PRESS THE TOPIC of Mikan's shunning. And then in time, she might be able to spill her deeper than the deepest ocean secret, and when that happened, well, she would be doomed. She would never have even the briefest access to Natsume's thoughts. She would never be able to cross his windows. She, by any means, would never ever calculate the probability of Natsume understanding the situation, given that his mind was no ordinary.
The biggest and most dangerous thing was, in a simplified way, this: Would he be able to understand what she was going to say ,accept it and with the least chance be able to return it with that same intensity and with that same affection? But well, if not, then the long time expectation would certainly happen.
Natsume might just tease her or use this lame reason to play with her. Play not necessarily in a dirty manner. But, of course in a painful way.
Still struggling to get a grip of her feelings, she warned herself.
"So better avoid it if you know it's going to happen, right, Mikan?" and then she breathed in for a moment, effectively calming herself, but she almost forgot that she needed to breathe out.
Minutes ticked by and the moon was slowly shedding and sharing a thin ray of its luminous light through the 12-inch television sized window barred with rigid iron grills.
Natsume moved again with the indication of nearly opening his eyes and granting the first person he could see a death glare and a death wish. Why? Because he would blame everything to that lucky person. That person would be the subject and receiver of Natsume's rage for being brought there without his consent.
So what she did was kind of obvious in a weird way. Just as before Natsume was able to see her there standing and trembling in her knees, Mikan quickly ran to the closet and though it was sort of narrow for a teenager like her in her 18th year well, for her petite body it had to be wide enough. With silent persistence of pushing herself inward the closet, she quietly closed it as gently as she could so not to arouse the attention of Natsume half-awake that time. Inside the closet, she could only hear her own breath which didn't have a regular pace that time.
She could just watch the peaceful sleeping face of Natsume behind that bar space - the line of separation in her vocabulary - and now she didn't know if she should still pursue with that feeling driving her crazy. She never deserved that feeling as much as it never deserved to hurt someone like her especially if it was just because of someone like Natsume, who never failed to be given credits and cognomen, cold as an ice. Yeah, he might even be colder than a solid frigid ice.
She wandered in her thoughts and the main subject was how to carry out her plan to escape. It didn't matter to her whether it would be a success story or just a fluke. She should be able to escape. She closed her eyes envisioning the first step.
Meanwhile, Natsume now jerked up off his bed and was really shocked to see and know where he was. He was still a bit tipsy but that wasn't the first to prioritize - he wasn't in his bedroom..and that was like… hell. And he remembered what place this was, not to mention whose place was it: Mikan's. Her first room. To make it clear, he was never, by any chance, acquainted to this fusty, dusty, discarded room due to his visits to Mikan. There wasn't even a word like friendly that he wanted to affix as an adjective to visit because really, there was no such thing.
He then came to his senses how he ended up unconscious here. Kaoru called him and said that there was something that happened needing an immediate response from him. Though, he suspected his mom's cunning action, he entertained it but not fain, mind you. He darted off here as what he was told and met up with his mom. He remembered having drunk the juice offered by her. And that was the last scene banked in his mind before it went busted. He never thought he could actually be called a gull for this incident.
" Tch. I'm not that dimwit. If I am here then….," he started then looked around the place – a medium sized bed with a clean bed cover and a pillow, a chair, a broken light bulb which in a way he could see with that piece of light, and finally a closet which was partly opened. The line of separation of the two closed doors of it gave a quickview of something moving.
As he approached it, he realized that spending the night with the stranger solitude would be something uncalled for.
He opened the cabinet with such force that Mikan could swear it was the doing of a gale.
" You would also be here," he then simpered at Mikan and looked at her almost savagely.
Mikan's eyes flew open and she was shell-shocked to see his beast and felt a frisson. Thanks to fate for bringing and locking them up together there. Hell, she could just dream of the undreamed of.
" Oh, so this is your hideout. Very clever..duffer," he told her dryly.
No answer from Mikan who couldn't still believe her eyes. She could just feel her flagging self.
" You want to sit there all night? Fine. I just hoped you didn't plan to trap me here, too," he turned around, paused and walked towards his previous place.
Finally.
" No, it's not me, I'm just trapped here, too, FYI! Who would want to be stuck with you?" she found a way to overcome her previous state and that was by shrieking.
" You," he looked at her nailing her at her place.
Mikan wanted to fight those eyes to return that force engulfing her with her very own eyes but she couldn't..she would melt.
" I wonder why old women never learn their lessons. Say, why don't you do that again?" he twitted her and by the word that, Mikan knew it very well.
" The hell I won't! You think, I'll do it for you? You wish!" she was no longer aware of what she was saying and this was the side-effect of his constant thoughts of Natsume. She actually misheard and misunderstood Natsume. Did he even say, it would be for him?
" For me? Polka, you're aging. I think you need those hearing aids. Anyway, you're no longer willing to do that again because you don't want to be separated from me again..okay..that perfectly makes sense,"
" What are you –"
" Fine, you want us to be close?" he came nearer and nearer towards her until they were just a ruler apart.
" How close?" he leaned closer but Mikan, with both hands, pushed him hard and scooted to the edge of the bed.
She was speechless for a while.
" Wew..that was close," she nervously thought. She was also blushing but was just unseen for being outshone by darkness.
" Are you on drugs? Wha..why are we talking to each other anyway?" she knew it was a stupid question to throw but she believed that it was up to him if he would catch it or not.
" Cracking a joke? Don't pretend, it's because we both want to," he put his hands inside his pockets and started towards her again. He wouldn't let her slip like this unless they had a real one-on-one talk, not twaddle.
" Don't go nearer," she started moving, planning to jump on the bed and then run towards the door, make heavy knocks, scream for help when Natsume shifted direction. He headed to the opposite edge of the bed. It seemed like he managed to read her plans.
" I hate you," she added. She hated him for making her feel like an idiot..like a joke.
Natsume just sat on the bed and continued staring at her.
Mikan suddenly noticed that the area was becoming dimmer and darker so she scanned the area for switches and immediately proceeded to where one was fixed. However, it wasn't functioning. She went to the window to call for help but it had iron grills and a thick glass that no available object there could break it. Perhaps even Natsume's flames wouldn't do it even if he cooperated.
Simply put, they were stranded. And there were just the two of them.
She heard Natsume's chuckle and she turned to face him.
" What is it?" she asked.
" Looking for a way out?" he questioned. It was just that he didn't know that Mikan wasn't fully aware of their whole situation yet, that they were perfectly locked and stranded there.
" Don't talk to me!" she twirled.
" Okay, I'll stay in bed, you on the floor," Natsume said and Mikan took it seriously since he humorlessly said it, as what she could perceive.
" Yeah…I don't mind, just don't bother me when I'm asleep," and then gave that hmph! look.
" Like, I'll even let you have a sound sleep,"
Have you noticed that my writing style has changed? Well, i don't know why. Uhm...can you give me reviews, story/author alerts and faves? Thank you! So, I'll be waiting for your messages! Oh, i do hope...you'll read this.
Just in case, you know my story Gestures of Reassurance...about the sequel...I've been thinking about it and hasn't come up with the plot yet..gomen...but i promise..i'll do it. For Thread of Affliction and Shadows of Before, let me refresh the details. Hope, the interest is still there. Sorry for posting it here.