Hey guys. I haven't submitted anything in awhile. New chapter to The Letter.

Short, yes, but I promise I'll be updating this story as much as I can, with longer chapters.

Let me know what you think~

The Letter

CHAPTER 2.

"I know my kingdom awaits, and they've forgiven my mistakes. I'm coming home."

++Sky++

Crimson eyes stared at the tall man, emotion void from their depths.

"I killed the woman, and got what you wanted."

In the dim room, the only light was a small desk lamp, switched on to bask a small portion of the space in it's yellow glow.

The person sitting at the desk had dark shadows cast over his face, making him nearly unrecognizable. He smiled slyly, blinking once before speaking to the crimson-eyed man.

"Natsume. You've done very well, my little Kuro Neko."

Natsume fought a grimace at his sensei's pet name for him, and a low growl-like noise started in his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, the words soft, even though he intended them to be curt.

"Is she safe, Persona?"

For once, pain seemed to show in his eyes, but he blinked it away, struggling not to show emotion towards the seated man.

A low laugh came out of Persona, almost menacing in sound. The sound of a drawer opening and shutting again was followed by the rustling of photo paper.

"Look for yourself." He spoke shortly, flinging a few photos onto the desk.

Natsume hesitated when he reached for them, his fingers making gentle contact with the delicate paper. He picked them up, angling them towards the light so he could see the picture's subject better. It was a woman, her long, soft brown hair cascading down her shoulders, a wide smile across her face. It was a candid photo-she was with a few girlfriends.

The next picture was her again, this time alone in her apartment, and it appeared to have been taken from a rooftop, the grainy photo revealing the extreme zoom lense that had been used. This woman looked different, her hair piled on top of her head, eating alone, her head low. She appeared to be crying, but Natsume wasn't sure. However, his something flared inside of him, wanting to hurt whoever had made the girl look like this. In the background behind her, he spotted a picture…of himself.

"Mikan…" He whispered softly, almost inaudible even to himself. A sharp pain split across his chest, and he clenched his unoccupied hand into a tight ball.

"You can leave now, little kitty." Persona broke the silence with his dismissive tone, waving a hand as to send him away. Natsume narrowed his eyes and stalked out of the room, opening a door to release himself into a dank alley. It was early in the morning, as it always was when he finished his missions, and London was still a busy mess. It had been 2 years since he had come here. 2 years since he had written that note to Mikan. 2 years since he had died, but was still physically present.

The only reason he was still alive was due to the fact that he was the only thing standing between Mikan and death. Persona had been assuring her safety every time Natsume completed a project for him. His boss had verified this via pictures of Mikan, taken by his henchmen. The 19 year old took another look at the pictures in his hand, and he hesitantly trailed a finger along Mikan's smiling face.

Tears pooled in his unusually colored eyes, and he collapsed against the cold, stone wall of the alley, sniffling quietly to himself. Natsume sunk to the ground, tenderly holding the picture close to his slender frame. He gasped at the cold winter air, trying to hold his emotions in, but things began to slip.

First, a tear rolled down his cheek, and another followed. A few moments later, and he couldn't hold it in anymore. Natsume, the famed black cat, was crying. His shoulders heaved with reckless abandon, and he drew his arms around his knees, burying his face into them. He couldn't do this anymore. 2 years had been too long.

He had told himself that he could live without the idiot, but with the scene at hand, it was obvious he couldn't.

The boy stood suddenly, wiping his tears away before taking of through the streets, roughly pushing everyone out of his way. He would see Mikan. He narrowed his eyes as adrenaline coursed through his veins, heightening his revelation.

There was something he had to do first, and that was to find out where she lived. There was only one person that could help him. Stopping at a telephone booth, he dialed a number he knew by heart.

"Ruka. I need your help."

Okay guys. It's shorter than I thought, haha. Review?