Natsume's P.O.V
We finished the mission not really even breaking a sweat. It was easy and I was out of "shape, so that was saying something. We snuck back into the gate to see Persona waiting for us.
"Oh, Black Cat made it back in one piece. His kitty will be so happy to know that." says Persona.
"Kitty?" asks Silver.
"Yeah, that is what Persona calls Mikan. When Persona used to give me missions with Mikan, he called us 'The Black Cat and his Lovely Kitten.'" I say. (A/N im laughing so hard. Stupid right, but I figured I had to include the title somewhere in the story!)
All three of the boys started laughing. Silver just bursting out. Greed bending over and trying to hide it. And Hate pretending he wasn't behind his hand.
What was so funny? Its not that funny of a nickname, I mean, its actually pretty normal.
They must have seen my confused expression, because Greed smiles at me.
"It's the though -laughs- of Mikan as a -laughs- KITTEN!" Silver said, laughing.
"It fits her," I say.
"That's why it is so funny. The thought of her in kitty ears and a tail seems absolutely adorable." says Hate, speaking to me for the first time since his confession. I take out my phone, and hold it to him.
The next moment, he was squatting, holding his nose with his face bright red.
"Ohhhh, I want to see!" says Silver, taking the phone out of my hands. He looks at it with sparkles in his eyes.
"She is so cute!" he yells. Greed takes it and laughs.
"Perfect," he says.
"Hate to break it to you, but your happiness is making me sick. Shut up and go to bed before I decide to give you another mission you worthless pieces of crap." says Persona. Wow, was that not just the biggest mood swing ever. We all part ways (not after they sent the picture to themselves).
I waited in my room for about an hour, until I decided that everyone would be asleep, and opened my window and crept out. Quietly, I snuck through the shadows, until I reached the building that Mikan was staying in, and scaled the balconies until I reached her room.
Quietly, I pulled on the knob, expecting it to be locked, but it wasn't.
'Way to go, Mikan, trying to get yourself kidnapped?' I thought to myself as I snuck across the floor.
There she lay.
I thought for sure she would be awake. That I would have a knife to my throat the second the thought came into my head. But she was asleep.
"Mikan, you okay?" I ask. She turns and mumbles incoherently.
I lightly touch her cheek, but still she sleeps.
I don't really know what made me do this, but I crawl into bed next to her. All the memories of the days that we used to lay in bed all day, talking, watching movies, gaming, and sometimes just basking in each others company.
I guess I missed that.
"You really are stupid. You don't really get how much we care. How sorry we are. How much we regret what we did. We love you, Mikan, and we are waiting for you to forgive us, but we don't have much time. Forgive us soon, please," I say.
Just seconds later, the exhaustion I was suffering from the last couple days of watching Mikan without any sleep overtook me, and seconds later, I was asleep.
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Mikan's P.O.V
You want to know how I woke up? I woke up completely comfortable. No nightmares. I wasn't doggie piled under handsome boys. There was no cry for sunset pancakes or piss breaks every freaking five minutes. I was warm and tingly.
Was I dead? Huh, that was always a possibility.
I turn onto my back, flinching slightly since my arm rubbed against my injury.
Wait. One of my arms was above my head, while the other one was rubbing my face.
That wasn't my arm.
Now, since I am Einstein, the question is, who's arm is it. I look down at the arm. Tan, muscular and firm. Well, that rules out Silver, he is to pale. And Greed, because he isn't that dark.
Now its either Hate or Natsume.
Both are tan and muscular.
I turn my head to the side, to see the peaceful, sleeping face of the one that makes my frozen heart burn and thump loudly in my chest.
None other then my former boyfriend, Natsume Hyuuga.
"Wake up, pedo," I say as I carefully sit up, flicking his forehead. Natsume groans and hold onto my waist, making my breath hitch at the unexpected contact to my wound. His eyes snap open and he sits up, his hand hovering over my wound.
"Sorry, forgot," he mumbles.
"Just go. You have school. Hotaru already talked to me last night, so you have a lot to hear about." I say.
He gives me a curious look, but swings his legs over to the side of the bed, and pulls on his shirt, covering the ugly marks on his body.
"See you later," he says, and he leaves, leaving me there, heart slightly throbbing.
"You had a fun night, I presume," I hear an ice cold voice say from my balcony. I look over to see a shirtless Hate, glaring daggers at me.
"Why are your panties all up in a bunch?" I ask.
"With Natsume? Really Mikan," he yelled.
"He snuck into my room. We just woke up. Old habit die hard." I say as I fall back on my pillows.
Hate glares at me for a while, until his face softens and he plops down next to my, and puts his head no my lap.
I pat his head softly.
Its just so different. Natsume does this, and it sets my body on fire. Hate does it, and it just feels warm. Like any other person. Why him? Why Natsume of all people and why me?
He cant have a happy ending. Im not lovely anymore.
It could only be this:
'Black Cat and his Emotionless Kitten.'
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Not thrilled with this chapter, but whatever. Thanks so much for everything!