Chapter 7
Oblivion
BY: Tangerine kisses
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice… I wish I did…
You
changed my whole life
Don't
know what you're doing to me with your love
I'm
feeling all super human, you did that to me
A
super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you
Loud chatter filled the air; there were hundreds of singled-out individuals present in the great room. Chandeliers hang precariously above the high ceiling, twinkling in shining glory almost like night stars in the day.
The last strings of a violin sonata vibrated a lost to the frivoling humidity.
Amidst the chattering crowd, a brunette stood, her face contorted into a look of distaste. Her head slowly swirled to the side, distorting her fluttering tresses; it was a mystery to all however she fixed the tight chignon elegantly.
Behind the scenes comes Hotaru Imai. a careful strand of hair fell between her scrutinizing light amber eyes. By the middle of the dance floor she saw black and white, black and blue.
She tore her eyes away from the waltzing couple, unmindful of the stares she had raised, and unknown to the piercing stare that followed her. She moved away from the dramatically winding couple who suddenly looked like Barbie and his prince.
She hated balls, dances what ever you call, it was these kind of time that she remembered how happy she was then and how happy she could be.
Her hands trailed down the colds steel railings, she bathed in the freezing glow of the moon, felt her body shivering. She forgot how she reached the balcony, remembered only her thoughts that strangled her to death.
From the insisting chatter inside the room, she could hear consistent conversations, unpleasant to the ears.
"The Hyuuga heir is really a catch! However did Tamayo win him to her is beyond every woman's recognition,"
"I heard that Hyuuga was already betrothed to someone else! But he left her upon knowing that the girl was a common slut!"
"Ah! Let us not ponder more; Akiyama is making her way to here!"
A depraving consecutive shushes were heard and small pleasantries soon followed.
She was not at all interested in any of the rumors.
That day when they last met in her apartment was 2 months ago, and ever since then rumors that Natsume had an affair blotted the daily newspapers, Aoi was seen with a woman who distinguishably looked like her, the press concluded that Natsume Hyuuga was long then having an affair with a common hoe, when he accidentally impregnated her and had to sustain them both.
She snorted with disdain.
The world was going mad.
What did the world care if he had an affair, interviews with Akiyama graced the news weekly.
As if she gave a damn, unfortunately the world did. It was a great deal of luck, had she was unidentified during the small trips to Aoi's school. It was during that day was she spotted by an all coverage newscaster, an tried to interview them.
She brushed her off saying she was just a nanny. She smiled at the thought, the slight pull on her lips signaling the unguarded happiness she secretly felt inside.
Aoi was now comfortably studying in Alice Academy, where she was supported by the Imai Conglomerate.
She was happy, less bullied, and never abused. Her life took on a great deal of turn, and Mikan was impertinently frivoling.
She fingered the pink dress she wore, not noticing the crimson eyes that watched her intently.
The dress was a whopping backless, it dipped so low from the behind that she felt as if the world could she her butt. It was lose on the edges, glittering in adorned white.
The front was more conservative, it was crisscrossed satin and silk, giving her the feel of the dazzling brush on her skin, the dress trailed down floor, and diamond studded heels peeked out.
She could've sworn she heard a laugh from behind when she tried to fix the back of her dress which was slowly unraveling down.
But only a stifled gasp filled his ears.
Warm hands trailed her bare back, the act of intimacy slowly riveting. The hands rested by the unraveled part, and it slowly fixed the constricted portion.
She knew those hands.
She knew.
He saw her back stiffened in a contrite position. Her head held high, giving the on person a sight of royal pride.
And yet, in her eyes, where he did not know, a glaze of unresolved tears clouded in, her mind unknowingly.
He didn't move, and she couldn't help but wonder why. His fiancée was just in the next room and she was going crazy with his hands, ohh!! Those hands that were slowly caressing her back, her neck, her arms.
He saw her stiffen more; inside he was enjoying her feel in his arms. But he didn't really know, what possessed him to come out by the shadows when he saw her smile like that, like then.
He took in her sight, her smell and her posture. The night showered in the maddening sky, the stars peeked from their havens, and moon glimmered in trance.
Beyond the horizon she saw nothing but depths and depths of oblivion, galloping in the wind was her thoughts.
Abruptly, he turned her to him, and crashed his lips to hers.
It was maddening, crazy and unbelievable.
How clashes of fireworks danced in her mind, and how and regret and hesitancy flew through the window.
They kissed fervently, the passion building up in the contours of their kiss. His hands trailing down the small of her back, hers traveled to his hair, the other clutching his shirt.
It was outrageous, wild and unwise, yet no amount of reason sufficed for the sudden eruption of passion that filled the air.
Nothing mattered.
It was only him, and his lips. And her and her lips.
They clung and kissed, and thrived and kissed more.
The night was cold, and yet they were shivering not from the night but from the contact of skin to skin.
Heat to heat.
It was in the moment and so ridiculous could've been so right. A loud tinkling of glass was heard by the balcony doors, and only then did they break apart.
She was panting from the exhilarating moment, but her eyes widened at the woman standing by the door, a champagne glass on her hand, a bottle with the other.
"Good Evening Mikan."
It was so peculiar that she almost laughed but when she felt his hands tighten on her arm she faltered.
There was Tamayo Akiyama. Standing so glamorously that she felt like nothing standing next to her. Her long black locks were in a intricately twisted bun, she wore a disarming midnight blue dress, and her eyes twinkled with disdain.
She just saw her fiancée with another woman, who was no lesser than a common girl, snuggling, kissing. And she stood there aloof, sensible, with unconcealed disgust on her face.
"Natsume, love I was looking for you."
It was amazing how she held her stance, her posture, her mind in a jousting frenzy. She was disgusted but nonetheless unmindful of their positions.
Mikan felt the heat on her cheeks, and the maddening alarm in her head. Her mind told her to turn around and pretend nothing has ever happened, and yet her heart shattered into tiny little pieces, she appeared like a goddess sent from above to warn her, protrude her to end her little fantasy.
Natsume would never be hers.
Natsume stood, casually the lanky stance he often stood. His hand was curled on her arm, knowing how she would try to escape, and wanting her not to.
It was only then did Mikan realize that the door behind them was closed. The unwanted guest left out.
Now there was no way out.
"Natsume, love, that was very unwise of you tonight."
Her emerald eyes shone in the dark, the unmistakable glint present beneath the signs of torment.
"The guest could've seen you and you too mikan-chan." She continued,
Mikan's mind suddenly clouded in doubt, regret and selflessness. It was true, and if that indeed had happened, which she sorely wished it didn't, she would also have to grace the front pages of those dread headlines, claiming that she was a common hoe, who had another affair with Hyuuga Natsume.
Ohh… she could she the headlines now, 'Hyuuga Heir apparently prefers woman brunette and chocolate eyed.'
Damn the world and their inconsistency to grow up.
"I should've known better than to allow you to come, Mikan-chan" she laughed, her voice was like ice slashing through the immediate cold,
"I thought it'b be best to give you your 'Last Dance' wouldn't it?" Mikan sakura froze, 'Last Dance?' what did she mean?
As if she voiced out her thoughts, Tamayo suddenly laughed aloud, her presence completely filling the air,
"Yes! Your last dance. Surely you didn't think I'd tolerate more of your kissing escapades, didn't you?" she moved towards the sideward railing, the moon bathing her in its freezing glow.
She was beautiful, her ephemeral eyes blew Mikan away, and yet there was the mad sadistic gleam that was eccentrically stunning.
"No, no, no, I would not." She slowly said, the words flowing through her ears like dangerous sound waves.
"He will be mine." Her once calm voice broke fret on ice.
It was dark, mad and raving. And yet it carried cool composure warily.
"He will be only mine." And with a last look, she walked elegantly freed.
The wane night, still brewing above, before she pushed the doors open she gave them one last look and said,
"Goodnight, Mikan-chan." And then she was gone with the wind.
Mikan stood by the balcony, unaware of the crimson eyes that anticipated her every move. She was speechless, breathless and senseless.
She was an idiot for loving this man in front of him, a foolish, foolish girl. She whirled around him, and proceeded to escape his grip.
"Let me go, natsume, LET ME GO!" her head thrashed to the side, and she gave one last tug on her arm before she gave up completely.
Her eyes darkened and she laughed, her voice strained and yet the outlandish tone was present.
"Why? Why do you do this to me?!" she was mad, her voice exploded into shrieks and then soft resentful sobs.
She never wanted to come; today was the celebration for Hyuuga-Akiyama merge. And she was required to attend the ball for recognition not only that, the engagement party was held on the celebration for immediate reaction from the firms.
She knew what would've happened, she had this odd calling that something bad was gonna happen.
And she was right, she hated this.
Hated him, hated her.
Hated how she longed for his caress, hated the way she would respond to him, even without yielding.
She hated him, oh god, how she hated him.
And yet by all odds, she would've been in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person.
Was she forever cursed with ill fated fate?
The world felt like it was spinning, ever since she met him, she lost her freedom.
She became her own prisoner of her heart, and she denied herself of whatever happiness she could've have gained, if it meant losing him.
She looked unto his eyes, as crimson met amber. The world tilted, the axle met, and the parallelism was unraveling.
Were we meant to be, or not meant to be?
Wondering on her last question, she didn't realized how she had said it out loud,
"We will be." He answered her question, unbeknownst to all that the night was still young, and it will be long before it shall end.
Had she heard him right?
It was a mere minute before they were flying towards the other end of the room. she felt like she was sky-diving, not only was skittering to hurry up with him, he was holding her hand, she was unmindful of the stares they got, the shocked gasp from the guest, the chatter dying in a imminent manner.
Weird, why did she feel happy?
It was before they had passed Tamayo who was standing by the other end of the door, did she realize what was happening.
Natsume just dragged her from the balcony, towards the compiling guest, which in the said manner, stared at them incredulously. He was holding her hand, in what others may see as a sign of them, professing their undying love.
Oh, she was so dead, so dead!
It was second before she saw those familiar dark emerald eyes, glancing at her, the unmistakable madness driving her insane.
She knew she was going to regret what she was doing, but she was going to do that to tomorrow, tomorrow and that what all she remembered after they ran away from the great hall.
Tomorrow then…
Tomorrow…
It's
not a bird, not a plane
It's
my heart and it's going, gone away
My
only weakness is you
Only
reason is you
Every
minute with you
I
can feel like I can do anything
Going, going, I'm gone away in love
-Happy birthday to me…- =D
Leave a review ne?? pretty please? Can't I have it as a birthday gift??.... *giggles*