Okay here's chapter 2…

Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Gakuen Alice or any of the characters. Tachibana Higuchi does. Not me.

Natsume POV

"It's that Natsume Hyuuga guy," Idiot 1 says to his friend. "Man he scares the shit of me."

"I know. I heard he's some crazy criminal." Adds Idiot 2. "He's like some grand arson or something."

"Really? I heard he was some kind of Yankee in middle school."

"Yeah, I heard he burned down an entire town," The Idiots nod in agreement, both apparently hearing the same piece of fabricated information. I stop walking when I reach them. In my peripheral vision I see them jump.

I turn to gaze at them. Briefly having the satisfaction of seeing them turn to stone, I walk out of the school yard and to the train station.

Pathetic.

To be honest it's all pretty bothersome. Ever since the old bastard died and I left that godforsaken school I've had to assimilate into society like a normal teenage boy. It's sickening. I am perfectly fine. I do not need therapy so my day can stop wasting money that could be spent on Aoi or himself. I refused to be affected by Gakuen Alice. I just don't care anymore. It takes too much energy to pretend that I want to fit in so I just don't bother. I'm supposed to be coping but what's the point when I already know eI wish my father could stop worrying. There are a lot more important things then my well being.

I hear giggling and turn around. Oh, not this. I grip my bag tighter and fix a stony expression on my face. Surprisingly not hard to do. Giggling girl one looks over her friends shoulder at me and giggles a bit more. Her friend, a gorgeous blonde with brown eyes (not that it matters I but prefer brunettes with hazel eyes), with perfect timing lands on my lap just as the train rocks.

Very convenient for her considering that with the way the train was moving she should have landed on her giggling friend not me. She looks up at me innocently.

"Oh-gosh-I'm-so-sorry!" she gushes fluttering her eyes.

I think. I'm going. To gag.

"I-should-really-be-me-careful," she cocks her head. "Are you okay?" more eye fluttering. Does she have some kind of twitch. God she's still on my lap. Her friend keeps giggling.

This is where I draw the line.

"Watch who you land on," with that the train hisses to a stop and I exit. The first thing I notice is this is not at all my stop. The second, I was too busy thinking about that damned academy that I got on the wrong train. I punch the wall next to me and notice a few people staring. I take a second to glare at them.

Dammit. Natsume Hyuuga does not get lost.

Fine, I was lost. I have been walking around for the better part of the last hour. I would have gotten on the next train going in the opposite direction but somehow my wallet was gone. I had about 5,000 (A/N: about 50USD) in there. Suddenly I see a familiar looking tree.

A sakura.

I haven't seen one since I fled the academy. I toss my bag down at the foot of the tree and begin scaling it. Finding a comfortable sturdy branch, I lay my head back and sigh. I'm exhausted by head aches from being at home and school. It's and endless cycle of torture. Home means my dad and sister worrying over me. They watch my every move waiting for some psychological collapse. School means trying not to set fire to all the stupid idiots that piss me off.

I light a small flame in the palm of my hand and stare at it, letting it roll around and in-between my fingers. The flame disappears and I cough. Shit, my lungs are racking and my throat is raw. I know I shouldn't have done that. My eyes roll back in my head but I focus on a leaf in front of me. I look down at my blood spattered hands and wipe them against the bark.

I can't do that anymore I'm too weak. I close my eyes and give up to exhaustion.

"What the hell do you think you doing climbing up someone else's tree," a girl's voice says tugging on my leg. What the hell. I can't I get some sleep to get away from idiots like this. Dammit how off my game am I if I couldn't hear her until now. How high up are we.

"Baka? You shouldn't wake people who are napping in trees." I open one eye in frustration briefly amending my rule against torching people who piss me off.

I look at the girl in general silence. She looks exactly like the girl I thought dead. Long honey colored hair wore down with a fringe, innocent hazel eyes, and an angry expression that makes me want to laugh more than fear her.

She looks at me in equal shock.

"Natsume," she whispers.

This isn't good. I've spent the better part of the last four year's telling myself that she's dead, I'll never see her again, and life goes on. Now this idiot is in front of me calling my name. For old times sake I compose my face. This is too good-or bad depending on how you look at it-to be true. I'm still asleep, this is just a dream. Even if it's not I just found Mikan Sakura's doppelganger. This is not happening.

"Oh sorry," she drops her head blushing. "I thought you were someone else." No! I'm exactly who you think I am! She continues still embarrassed.

"Well, you kinda look like him. But, erm…older... Would you mind if I ask you something?" Anything as long as you keep on talking. I don't respond and she takes it as a yes.

"You're err… eyes," she points as if I don't know where my eyes are. "Are they naturally that color?" Leave it to this idiot to ask a personal question to someone they've only just met and has not spoken a word to.

"What do you think baka?" my voice comes out harsher than I meant it to. I silently curse myself. Her eyes narrow at my tone and she seems to remember what she came here for.

"You jerk! It was just a question!" she pokes me in the chest with her finger. "What are you doing here in my tree anyway?" This is better. Angry Mikan I can deal with, sad is another story.

"Little girl, I don't see your name here. I was sleeping until you went and woke me up." I counter. Her eyes flash and her face grows redder. She balls her hands up tightly gripping her skirt. A tear falls onto her hand. For the first time I notice her eyes are bloodshot. Aww hell, she was already crying before and I made it worse. She doesn't move to disspell the tears. I toss my handkerchief at her. She looks at it. I turn away from her to hide my face.

When I left Gakuen Alice I imaged what I would say to Mikan if I saw her again. It did not include making her cry. I glance at the girl in the tree. If this girl really is her then I've already screwed up. But could it really be her? Only one way to find out…

"Oi, girl what's you're name," she looks up surprised and sticks her tongue out at me.

"I'm not telling you my name until you answer my question," she crosses her arms over her chest. Typical Mikan. I let out a sigh.

"It's my natural color," If I told her it was contacts she would ask me what my real color was, then she'd want to see them, then she'd want to see how contacts work. The truth is much easier. She seems satisfied with the answer.

"It's Mikan Sakura. And yours?" I look away.

"It's Shiro Nakamura,"

I lied to her. I didn't even think about it. Now it's out in the air and I can't take it back even if I wanted to. And to be honest I don't want to.

"Nice to meet you Shiro," she smiles. I gulp. Definitely don't want to. I can't tell her it's really me otherwise…

That's all for chapter 2.

Here's an extra.

Now you'd think Natsume would be smart enough to understand that he got robbed or rather pickpocketed. I guess not.

Giggler: How much did we score today?

Blonde (unloading bag o' wallets): Hm… about 30,000yen (A/N: about 300USD).

Giggler: How much from that cute neko?

Blonde: Only 5,000.

Giggler: Damn he looked rich. He definitely gave off the vibes.

Blonde (pouting): I can't believe he totally blew me off.

Giggler (giggling): What did you expect to pickpocket him and get a date.

Pause.

Giggler: Oh my God, you're unbelievable!

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