These are the scenes that did not make it because: I can't be bothered to finish the scene, it doesn't fit with the plotline, the characters are too OOC, or a bit of everything. So they're basically humorous (well most) little unfinished scenes in the same timeline as Psychosis. ^^ *imagines Otaku!Natsume* *bursts into laughter*
"Hey, have you noticed how Hotaru smiles more often these days?"
Mikan looked inquisitively at her boyfriend, who was lying in the sun with volume 12 of the Law of Ueki blocking the light from his eyes.
"Wow, you actually noticed, airhead," he replied lazily, pulling Mikan's body closer.
She pouted, and poked at the colourful manga cover in protest.
"Of course I noticed! I'm not that oblivious!" she went on, "but since you seems to know everything, do you know why?"
"You really are oblivious. His name ends with 'a'."
The girl pondered on the clue, trying to ignore the drowsiness that set in. It really was a beautiful summer day.
"Is it Tobita-kun? Except I always thought he was a girl at first… hehe…"
Natsume decided that his girlfriend must have been blind. It's impossible for someone to be that unobservant.
"His first name ends with 'a'."
Her eyes snapped open in shock.
"My God, it can't be Tsubasa-senpai, could it?"
"And it starts with an 'R'."
Screwing her eyes up in desperate thinking, it wasn't long before she waved a white flag.
"I give up."
Smirking, he whispered, "Ok then. I guess you'll never know."
Frustrated, Mikan deftly stole the battered volume 12, and proceeded to hit his head with it.
"Tell me! Or I'm notgoing to that anime marathon this weekend."
She knew that Natsume had been dying to force her to watch one of his favourite anime, Fullmetal Alchemist, so that he can adequately complain to her about all the plot points that Bones managed to completely screw up. Really, sometimes she wondered if Natsume only wanted her around to vent to.
He threw his arms up in defeat.
"Fine, fine! It's Ruka."
"What? But… she always blackmails him!"
"My dear baka-chan," he lectured, "there is an extremely fine line between love and hate."
She grinned before standing up, announcing, "Ok! I'll go over and tell Ruka to ask her out now!"
He groaned, and flopped back down, before bursting her bubble.
"Hotaru would kill you if you interfered."
Scowling, Mikan sat down.
"But it'll take eons for Ruka to build up enough courage to ask someone as scary as Hotaru out! I mean, if you took a week, then he'll take at least a year."
Pulling her onto his lap, he argued, "But you should have some faith in him. He really likes her, and I think he can already see past her scariness. Besides, if he's too scared to ask her out, he won't be right for her."
Mikan started to nod, but (A/N: yup, I stopped in the middle of a sentence)
TAKE 2
"You like him, don't you?" Ruka asked wearily.
Mikan hesitated. Her boyfriend sighed in mild annoyance.
"You would say no regardless of the truth. So how about I say that we should break up?"
She opened her mouth in protest, but kindly shut up at a wearied look from Ruka.
"You're an open book, Sakura Mikan. And you know," he added cheerfully, "you ought to thank me. But then again I'm doing this for my best friend too."
Ruka quickly brushed his lips upon hers before running away, before he can change his mind. I'm so damn sick of being the third wheel.
………………………………………………………………………
A month from present day
Natsume gestured to the 45 inch plasma screen in his bedroom, displaying, in one of his rare moments, agitation and frustration.
"See?! See how damn stupid the plot is? I mean, nothing even makes sense!"
Mikan nodded tiredly, almost falling asleep. In fact, she had fallen asleep, missing 2 or 3 episodes. But then again, there are so many fillers it really didn't make much of a difference.
Natsume ranted on, unaware of his girlfriend's lack of attention.
"They don't even outline why the Homunculi are named after the Seven Deadly Sins! And what is with Lust randomly being pinned up over the fireplace like some damned painting? And what's with the random 'oh lets let Ed go to post World War 1 Germany!' It even sounds crap! And the movie made absolutely no sense whatsoever! And what's with Mustang's eye-patch? Did they think this was the Pirates of the Caribbean or something? And-"
Natsume suddenly stopped, realising that she was already asleep. Smiling wearily, he gently laid her body in a comfortable position on top of his king-sized bed and paused the screen, pausing the screen on the particularly gruesome scene of the dying Wrath, with the blood drenched mortally obese Gluttony perched on top.
"Mikan?" he whispered.
Her drowsy voice replied, "Urgh… please… I can't handle anymore anime," she glared at him with a bloodshot eye, "you said that it would be nice to spend some time together, and instead you ditched me for your TV. Just let me sleep…"
She rolled over, before Natsume held her up and kissed her. Mikan melted, and instinctively buried her hands into his messy black hair.
He whispered, "I never said that the TV was more interesting than you, did I?"
"Mmph"
….
3 months
"There's something they're not telling us."
Hotaru rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, before returning to pulling apart an old computer moniter.
"No shit, Sherlock. They haven't spoken a word to each other in a month."
"Well," he replied defensively, "all couples have arguments. I mean, it's not like it's uncommon for them to not speak to each other. They fight all the time!"
"Yes," she sighed, "but not over something that will drive Mikan to tears. She's been crying herself to sleep most nights."
Ruka frowned.
"Wait, how do you know?"
"Cameras. Microphones. Bugs. I've kept my eye on her ever since she started going out with Hyuuga."
"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?" he objected.
"Not when her boyfriend was clinically insane and diagnosed with pyromania."
"Natsume won't hurt her!"
Rolling her eyes, she carefully unscrewed a silicon piece, mapped with wire and transmitters.
"Naivety is for six year olds, Ruka, not sixteen year olds."
"Natsume won't hurt her," he repeated with determination, before conceding, "well not intentionally anyway."
"That's exactly the point. I do not doubt his commitment towards her, I doubt his self-control."
Slumping back onto the polished floorboards of Hotaru's lab, he sighed.
"And I thought she had cured him…"
"Let's go to an anime convention!"
"Forget you committing suicide, why don't I do it for you?"
"Can you cosplay as Maka Alburn? Pleeease?"
"Hell no."
*tackle and kiss*
"Oh god, fine. Who knew under the indifferent exterior is a crazy anime fanatic?"
"Only you, of course. I'll cosplay Soul, if you cosplay Maka. Or I can cosplay Edward and you can do Winry. Or I'll do Hitsugaya and you can do- no your boobs aren't big enough. You can do Hinamori."
"Hey!"
"What?"
"I am not that flat!"
"You are too. Now maybe you can cosplay C.C. or Kallen- no, you're too flat for her too. Do you think I should do Lelouch or Suzaku?"
"Maybe you should do Zero from Vampire Knight, you always seem to be high on drugs anyway. And I'm not flat!"
"What a good idea! And you can be Yuuki! But maybe I should do Kaname- no I always hated him. What the-"
"See? I'm size C12. I'm not that flat."
*tackle and kiss*
"You are insane."
"I think we've already covered that. Don't forget a pyromaniac too."
"Why did I go out with you?"
"Because you love me. Now shut up."
"Mmph."
…………..
1 week later
She was barely containing her excitement, giggling quietly behind the couch. Natsume considered his various options of shutting her up, but decided that Hotaru probably knew what they were planning at least a week in advance. The darkened room belied its wealth of shiny streamers and banners, and all was quiet…except for Mikan's whispered giggling. He wonders why he loved her again, and couldn't really come up with a single reason. The tension in the room suddenly shot up 10 meters as the door creaked, then voices floated through the opening.
"Tell me!"
Hotaru's monotone sounded bored.
"Look, it's going to make everyone happier if you don't know."
Frustrated, Ruka swung open the door.
"You really are e-"
Mikan was the first to burst from her hiding spot, unable to restrain her enthusiasm anymore. Everyone followed suit, and Ruka was instantly blinded by searing light.
"HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!!"
Hotaru smiled as Mikan bounced over to grip Ruka in a hug, while Anna, Yuu, Nonoko, Mochu, Koko, Kitsuneme and Shouda lit sparklers and popped streamers. Natsume turned on the music, and a cow and a horse somehow trampled into the room. (A/N: and it went to scraps after the last sentence)
Happy Apocalypse Day for the 23/9/09, because Australia was covered in red cellophane yesterday^^.
Natsume: OMFG FMA IS ABOUT TO END AND *foams at mouth*
Mikan: and I'm going out with an anime fanatic with rabbies. I knew it, underneath the indifferent exterior is an otaku. No wonder he spends 24/7 with his head buried in a manga.
Natsume: *raves on*
QueenTiria: This is what a normal person should behave like who spends as much time being depicted reading manga as he does, but then again, it'll ruin his reputation. I guess not...
