Natsume's POV

"I... remember."

My memories... of Mikan... I remember her again, the promise everything! Where's that song coming from? I followed the sound to its source. I know what to do now. If I can replay this song, She'll forgive me. I looked at the door where the sound was emitting from and opened it. Inside there was an old man, holding a violin. Who is this? And why can he play this song so perfectly?

"Sensei!" So this is the person they're studying under.

"We're sorry to interrupt you."

"It's fine. After all, I've wanted to meet this boy for a long time. Then I wanted to hit him but that's rude. I'll hit him later. Now what's that," he asked pointing to violin case in Mitsukai's hands.

"Natsume-kun wants this to be repaired, it looks difficult through."

"Really? Let me see it." He opened the case on his work table and held the two pieces in his hands. "I see... This shouldn't be too hard, it could take some time and ... Hmm? Oh, this is Mikan's isn't it?"

"How did you know that?"

"Because this is my work. You can tell by the flower that's craved into it see," he said pointing to a craving. "You want something else besides this fixed don't you?"

"How do you know," I asked him.

"I can tell from the look in your eyes. Now what is it that you want and how can I help?"

I got to my knees and said," Please teach me how to play Mikan's song. I beg of you."

"You don't have to beg. I'll teach you, but not today. It's getting late. Come back tomorrow and we can get started on your lessons."

"Thank you very much."

Mikan's POV

"Ouch!"

My scars aren't helping me at all. What am I going to do? I touched my freshly bandaged wrists that were leaking blood.

"Mikan, are you alright? Oh, you were playing the piano. I thought Misaki told you not to start today! You should be resting," Nobara said right after she entered the room. "Come on Mikan, just let go of the piano. Let go."

"No way. I have to practice or else I won't be able to beat Hyuuga and if I lose to someone like him I'll never forgive myself," I told her as she was trying to get me off the piano.

"Fine," she said with a sigh. "But only for 10 minutes then you have to rest."

"Thank you Nobara."

"Don't thank me yet. By the way I'm going to choose your outfit for the last round, later," she said while I started playing the piece.

I was trying to resist stepping away from the piano to go kill Nobara. I should just focus on the song then go chase Nobara around the dorm likes dresses way too much. I mean the past me would've loved dressing up in beautiful gown and doing something with my hair. I stopped playing for a minute. But... that girl doesn't exist anymore. She died along with the memory of that song. Since I forgot it, I can't play it anymore. Well, that's what I'd like to say but I no longer wish to play it. It' just makes me remember something sad.

"Mikan~~," Nobara called. Oh shot. "It's been past 15 minutes and you're still not off the piano~! Do you really want to see me when I'm angery?"

I should start running. But right before I could run back into my room and lock the door, Nobara grabbed my hand and started dragging me. "Why do you always push yourself so much? Learn to relax and guess how we're going to do that," she said in a voice that slightly scared me.

"Please Nobara anything but that," I pleaded to her. Her eyes had an evil glimmer in them.

20 minutes later...

"Oh Mikan, you look so cute," Nobara exclaimed.

"You enjoy this torture don't you?" She just smiled and didn't say anything. She made me look like a doll. Now my hair had waves in it and she put make up on me. Makeup! That includes glitter! And she forced me into a girly long dress. (I'll leave what she looks like your imagination) Nobara, you're going to be in a world of pain.

"Mikan, Nobara, Tsubasa and I got you some- What happened in here,' Onee-chan asked looking at all the makeup on the floor and me in a dress.

Then after Tsubasa put the box in the kitchen, he looked and said," Nobara, why do you have a life sized Mikan doll?"

"Shut up Tsubasa," I said as I threw a pillow at him. "It's not like I wanted to be a doll."

"Let me guess, you were practicing when I specifically told you not to, Nobara let you practice for a little while and then she got upset and did... this," Onee-chan said. It's like she was there. "Mikan let me see your wrists."

I held my hands out for her to sighed.

"Mikan, I think that you shouldn't be the one who's doing the last round. Your hands will be bleeding all the time if you don't take care of them. Nobara, Tsubasa, Rou, or I could do it in your place."

"I can do it. If I rest for a day it'll get better, just please don't make me drop out of the last round," I pleaded to her. I heard her sigh again.

"Fine. Maybe you should just go to sleep now. Make sure you put on some fresh gauze and disinfect it."

"Alright good night," I said to Onee-chan. Then I turned to Nobara," Where's the makeup remover? I'll stain my pillow if I leave it like this."

She handed me a tiny bottle and said," Sweet dreams."

They're never sweet. It's just nightmares or an uncomfortable dreamless sleep. Never anything pleasant... but sometimes I guess it's better than the reality I was born in. I went out onto my balcony, after I prepared for bed, and looked up at the stars. It's pretty even through it's just balls of gas and dust. The moon's out tonight too. I haven't seen it in a long time. Maybe tonight's dream won't be terrible. Maybe.