Gasp! It's been like, forever!
Thanks to:
-kradraven-
kiers - don't worry, she won't.
moonacre99 - only one who didn't mention natsume. applause.
-Tribal Addict- - *back away slowly*
ILuvCookiies - BECAUSE
Miss Mingxi - Um, I'm happy that you like him?
JuSt To RaNdOm
greentulip - Sometimes i wonder if one can get hyper on smilies.
DC
Thanks so much, you guys! If you didn't review, I don't know what I would do!
That rhymed!
Anyway... It seems like Natsume has a lot of fans. I mean, I totally agree, but (like my dear Tribal Addict) I prefer to torture him in various ways. I--as horrible as i may sound--somewhat enjoy his pain. And I especially enjoy calling him an idiot, because--let's face it. He is.
...
On a lighter note, there's a whole lot of randomosity in here.
If I owned GA, would I be writing this? For those of you who don't get it, the answer is no.
Never Again
Chapter 13
When he woke up in the all-too-familiar blindingly white environment to that annoyingly monotonous beeping sound, the first thing he did was turn his head, expecting to see the usual brunette, either asleep or awake, often clutching his hand with wrinkles on her forehead. He expected to be able to squeeze her hand and smooth down her messy hair, and—if she was asleep—discreetly slip some pills into his mouth. He expected to feel her Healing energy as she concentrated on passing her health to him. He expected to mentally smile at her care.
Instead, he stiffened in severe pain. And the nurse bending over by his bed to record his pulse or something was blond.
He absentmindedly drifted his hand to his pocket to grab his pills. He found that his arm wasn't responding. Neither was the rest of his body. Apparently, only his neck was mobile. Well, that sucked.
The nurse turned to him. "Hyuuga-san, you're up," she stated the obvious. "You were in a car accident."
He didn't bother to respond in any way, only continued looking at her. She wasn't the slightest bit unsettled by his stare, which was increasingly backed by sheer hope that her hair color, eye color, facial structure, and voice would change.
Of course, her appearance stayed the same. "After you're healed, the police are going to have to question you about the cause of the accident and fine or release you accordingly. Luckily, the other party is in better condition than you are, but some of them not by much," she said politely, neither smile nor frown ever touching her mouth.
He slowly, painfully, tweaked his head back to its original position. He would much rather prefer to be glaring at the ceiling than glaring at the lack of Mikan.
"It would probably be best if you don't move at all."
Yeah, well, he was planning to do that.
"Especially not your neck."
Starting now.
"By the way, there's a visitor for you," she said.
Visitor? Who?
"She's currently in the waiting room. Do you want to see her?"
What the hell, is this woman a mind reader?
"Your body shows recognizable signs of Alice damage—don't move."
He had almost instinctively whirled to stare at her—and had almost broken his neck.
"No, but we would need to put it in a brace."
Stop it! This woman is a helluva lot like Koko.
"Who's Koko?"
…
"Okay, never mind. Should I let her in?"
Why not?
The nurse bowed shortly and briskly strolled out. A few minutes or so later, she came back in. "Hyuuga-san."
He raised his eyes, deciding not to move his neck. He expected brown hair and brown eyes, but instead he saw black hair and crimson eyes. "Aoi?"
"I'll be back later, Hyuuga-san," the nurse said to the visitor. "You have fifteen minutes before you need to leave."
Aoi nodded solemnly, then turned to face him. She offered him a tentative smile. "Um, hi."
He ignored her.
Suddenly, her lower lip began trembling, and she burst into tears. "Stupid onii-chan!" she cried between sobs. "Getting in an accident—such an idiot!"
He twitched. "Who're you calling an idiot?"
She wiped the tears away, and sniffled, "Idiot onii-chan."
He twitched again.
"Were you expecting someone else?"
He glanced up at his sister, wondering for the first time if she really shared part of his personality. She was smirking now, arms crossed.
She added rather mockingly, "For example…a certain—"
"No."
"I didn't finish yet, you idiot," she pouted.
"Still, no."
"…Did I mention that you're an idiot?"
"I'm not sure. You might've slipped that in somewhere."
"Yeah, well. You're an idiot."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"I'm so happy."
"…Okay?"
"Aren't you going to ask why?"
"No."
"Well, I'm happy because I'm the only person who can call you an idiot and not be killed."
"Have you noticed that I can't really move right now?"
"You have your Alice."
"You do too."
"But you're stronger; you can still burn me."
"…Damn you, Aoi."
At the same moment that Natsume cursed his sister, Hotaru was—to her great displeasure—interrupted in the middle of a very important experiment.
"Hotaru."
What the hell?! Who's crazy enough to interrupt her in the middle of a very important experiment?!
"Hotaru, it's me."
She took off her safety visor and put down the blowtorch. Carefully brushing imaginary dust off her spotless apron, she elegantly composed her face and gracefully leaned against her worktable.
Ah. So there's the idiot.
"Hey," he said.
She hated blond hair.
"Hey," she replied.
"So… um…. What are you working on?"
She hated blue eyes.
"…Nothing much."
He chuckled. "I probably wouldn't understand if you told me anyway."
She hated his stupid fricking laugh and his stupid fricking smile and his stupid fricking self.
"Probably not."
He laughed again.
She hated her stupidly weak heart.
"Hello?"
"Mikan-chan! You finally answered!"
"Um…"
"We've been trying to contact you for hours!"
"I was in a meeting, Misaki."
"Oh. How'd it go?"
"Pretty well, we're nearly done with the magazine for all of us."
"Omigawd, I can't wait—Right, back on topic."
"...Uh…"
"Your hubby—"
"Excuse me? My what?"
"Your hubby—you know, like your husband, or boyfriend!"
"Last time I checked, I didn't have one. Did you set me up on a blind date again?"
"No… I think."
"Seriously? I told you, I don't want to—"
"We're off topic! So, back to my point, your boyfriend—"
"—which I don't have—"
"—got in an accident!"
"…Huh?"
"I said, your boyfriend—"
"I know what you said, but as I shall repeat: I don't have a boyfriend."
"You're really slow, aren't you?"
"…Wow, thanks."
"Okay, let me spell this out for you."
"I'm not that stupid."
"Shut up, will you? I swear, you're acting more and more like the Mikan from before."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing."
"Uh huh."
"Gah! Okay, from the top."
"Top?"
"Shut up!"
"Shutting."
"So, what I meant to say was, Natsume—"
"—got arrested?"
"No—"
"Got put in jail?"
"No—"
"Eloped?"
"No! What sort of image do you have of him?!"
"Not a very good one."
"That's obvious."
"So…Got married?"
"No! What the hell is your problem, woman?!"
"What?"
"Do you want him to be married?"
"No."
"…You admitted it."
"Admitted what?"
"That you like him."
"I don't."
"Then why do you not him to get married?"
"Because I pity the woman."
"…Has anyone ever told you that you're way too stubborn?"
"Once or twice, maybe."
"...Back on topic."
"Are you sure you haven't forgotten?"
"Shut up."
"Shutting."
"Doesn't seem like it."
"Just talk."
"Okay, like I've tried—"
"—and failed—"
"—to say many times before, Natsume was in an accident."
"…He wet himself?"
"Don't ever let you hear him say that."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"…That's not a reason."
"Well, he'd kill you. I thought it was obvious. Anyways, no."
"That what do you mean?"
"He was in an accident. He didn't have an accident—he was in an accident."
"Like what?"
"As in car accident."
"…Huh?"
"Why do you have to be so stupid now, of all times?"
"Hey…"
"Natsume was in a car accident."
"Oh."
"Finally got through to you, huh?"
"…He's such an idiot."
"I would agree, but I value life."
"Which hospital?"
"I was hoping you would say that."
Misaki probably wouldn't talk to Mikan like that, but whatevs.
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