My pen name, Wyntta, has been changed to natsumikanlove
As for story names:
Lost and forgotten is now Lost Memories
A Part of my World is now Drowning out the Echoes
Sorry for the change in pen name and story name.
I assure you I have a good reason to, such as pesky family members snooping around :(
In any case, I wanted the freedom to write what I want as opposed to having to hold my tongue when it comes to some things.
This won't affect the actual content of the chapters :)
~Wyntta-chan
(now, regrettably, natsumikanlove. But I hope to change back once my family has given up)
Now, back to normal stuffs!
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And so far, no one has managed to figure out the identity of the creepy garden lady, so I'll give another clue.
clue #1: She knows Alice
clue #2: Think Disney
BTW, this chapter has...
drumroll...
NATSUME!!!!
A Part of my World
Chapter 5
Trust and Betrayal
"-wake up. Mikan, wake up!"
"..."
"Mikan, if you don't wake up, I'll shoot you with my Baka gun."
"..."
"You're asking for it."
"...? ITAAAAI!" Mikan was finally awake. She threw a weak punch at Hotaru with one arm, the other arm kneading her forehead. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?"
"I warned you, but you didn't listen." Mikan saw Hotaru holding what appeared to be a bazooka, before it shrunk and warped itself into a metallic bangle, fitting snugly around the indifferent girl's wrist. "Now hurry up, you've already wasted enough of my time." Hotaru started to walk towards the door, but stopped when she heard no movement from Mikan. Turning around, Hotaru saw that Mikan's eyes were wide and had a glazed over look. She was staring off into space, her expression a blank canvas. But then Hotaru saw a tear creep out of the corner of her eye.
"Mikan..."
"Do you have an Alice?" Mikan tilted her head up to meet Hotaru's eyes.
"Yes, the invention Alice." Hotaru paused, wondering if she should say more. But she was a girl of few words, and indifference prevailed. "Come, or you'll be late." She watched as Mikan slowly rose from the couch where Hotaru had deposited her the night before. Mikan wiped her eyes and looked into Hotaru's.
"So it's true..."
"Stop idling. The maids have prepared us breakfast."
Mikan just nodded, swallowing. She wasn't feeling very hungry; what she had seen the previous night was still haunting her mind. She gave her head a quick shake, as if by that movement all unpleasant though would fall out.
The two girls changed and ate in silence before leaving for class. Mikan wasn't so far out of it that she couldn't appreciate the convulsing butterflies crashing against her stomach, trying in vain to burst the slimy walls open and escape. Good luck there. It was still a new school, a new class, new people. She, preferably, had to make friends. At least pretend to.
Everybody was staring. Mikan watched wistfully as Hotaru made her way to her seat next to Nonoko and Anna. She was standing at the front of the classroom, and although she was doing a very good job of pretending to be interested with the blackboard, was still painfully aware of the 23 pairs of eyes focused intently on the back of her head. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, she remembered her earlier conversation with Anna and Nonoko.
"...do you have Naru-sensei as a teacher?"
"Yup, he's our homeroom teacher! Come to think of it..." the two girls grinned at Mikan, "yours too, you're in our class! Isn't that exciting!"
"Sooo, class! This is the girl I was telling you about, my daughter ." Narumi looked pleased with himself as he emphasized the word 'daughter'. Mikan, however, was tempted to repetitively bang her head against the blackboard until everyone disappeared. However, common sense dictated that a solution like that probably wouldn't work; as the saying goes, if it sounds too good to be true, it probably isn't. Narumi continued, "So I'll expect you to treat my daughter well, she is my daughter after all."
Stuff common sense, the banging-her-head-against-the-blackboard solution was looking better and better to the red faced Mikan.
"So, daughter, please introduce yourself ." Mikan jumped at the opportunity to stop him from talking.
"Yes, umm, my name is Mikan Sakura and I like to ummm-" Mikan was interrupted.
"Mi-Mikan?" Mikan looked up and suddenly everything went at an excruciatingly slow pace. A boy, with raven black hair, standing in the back row, a look of shock on his face, staring at Mikan. Everybody's heads swivelled, looking from the boy to the girl, and back again. With their mouths wide open, Mikan felt as if she were in a carnival, watching the painted clown faces eerily rotate. Mikan had a sudden urge to start throwing things at them to see how many she could get in, but stopped herself and brought her eyes back to the boy. She realized with a jolt that the boy had eyes red as fresh blood. Her world froze again, everything stopped. There was only his eyes, nothing else.
"Nat...sume..." Mikan gripped the locket that was hanging off her neck. It was warm from her body heat.
Narumi looked delighted. "Well, since you two already know each other, Mikan, you can sit next to Natsume !" Mikan's hand tightened painfully around the locket; she was holding onto it like one would cling to a branch overhanging a cliff. She tore her eyes away from Natsume and looked at the ground, oblivious to the barely distinguishable mutterings and slightly more audible cries of outrage.
Walking slowly, eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look up. She reached the back row and turned. Kept walking, because maybe if she didn't stop she would be able to pass it all by. So far nothing, she had run into no walls, or obstacles in general. Perhaps this would work.
A hand, on her shoulder. Holding her in place, then turning her around, turning her around to face him. But facing him was the one thing she never wanted to do again.
His garnet eyes bearing into hers. "Mikan...what's wrong? Mikan?" Her stomach tumbling. His eyes familiar, almost sickeningly so. She grimaced as she felt the locket draw blood. The sudden pain brought her back to reality.
Mikan's eyes widened as she realized the situation. The entire class was in an uproar, and she...she was standing in front of Natsume, the one person she had never expected to see again. So she did the only logical thing. She brushed Natsume's hands off her shoulders and sat down. Then she took her books out of her bag, followed by her pencil case. She started to count the stationary: 2 pacers; 3 biros, one blue, one black and one red; 1 scented rubber; one metal sharpener; 1 twelve pack of coloured pencils; 1 small ruler; 1 tape of whiteout and 1 lead (0.5mm) refill box. Everything there.
Suddenly Mikan felt her chair fall away, she realized with a wave of terror that she was suspended off the ground, floating above everyone's heads.
"Don't ignore Natsume-sama!" A boy with coffee coloured skin snarled. A sea of angry faces viciously nodded in agreement. Mikan felt sick and nauseous, the faint hint of bile making its way up her throat. She kept her mouth closed, scared that if she shouted she wouldn't be able to help herself. She could hear the sounds of some protests coming from Anna, Nonoko and a blonde boy in glasses.
"Stop." With that one word Natsume silenced the entire class "Let her down." Mikan was brought back to solid ground, albeit a little roughly. Once she could feel the ground under her feet she collapsed to her knees, panting heavily, the slight sheen of sweat visible on her forehead. She ignored the hand offered by Natsume and made her way back to her seat, giving Nonoko and Anna what she hoped was a reassuring smile, but in the end it looked more like a grimace.
Mikan sensed Natsume take his seat beside her. She crinkled her nose as she smelt the faint scent of deodorant. He didn't used to smell like that, his smell used to remind her sap and trees and something earthy. She focused her eyes on the front desk, ignoring the boy beside her. The front desk was empty, she hadn't even realized Narumi had left.
Mikan froze as she felt a hand grab her own and prise it open, revealing the locket.
"You kept it too." Natsume pulled out an identical locket from beneath his shirt. Mikan turned her head away and almost regretted it when she realized how many heads were turned towards her. She looked down and noticed that her stationary was still out, so she decided to put it all back in her pencil case. She saw that her fingers were trembling, but she continued, trying to hide it. She didn't even stop when she felt his breath on her neck. He growled in her ear "Dammit, Mikan, why aren't you talking to me!"
She just gritted her teeth and continued placing her ruler in the pencil case. However, she did move her chair an inch away from him. She kept her eyes low and heard the scraping of his chair against the floor as he stood up, followed by the noise off his receding footsteps. There was a flurry of activity as his friends hastily followed him, and then silence. No one spoke. Mikan wondered if maybe the classroom was empty of everyone but her. At least until a girl stood up and walked towards her.
The girl had glossy green hair, permed at the front. Her bright green eyes burned with hostility. "Why'd you ignore Natsume!?" she hissed. Mikan ignored her and went back to her stationary. The permed girl raised a hand and brought it down across Mikan's face.
CRACK
Mikan slowly raised a hand to her cheek and rubbed it. The permed girl spoke again.
"Do you realize just how much you hurt Natsume? Do you even care? Or are you only concerned about your pens and pencils?" Mikan looked up and met the girl's eyes.
"Natsume means nothing to me." Mikan's hand tightened around the locket. The locket was a reminder, a reminder to never trust a single person again. Especially not him, not after he had deserted her.
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