A/N: Alright, alright. I know that the first chapter was kind of heavy, expect a lot of chapters to be kind of like that. But like I've said before, I'll make Mikan (and hopefully everyone who will read this) smile a lot, too. I've already written out the entire plot for this story and when I read my draft, I smile, too. I'm satisfied, but I'm tweaking it around whenever something new enters my mind.
ANYWAY! Here it is; the second chapter!
ENJOY!
Chapter two: Sleeping Butterfly
XxXxX
I was always squirming alone inside a hard, green cocoon.
Even if I can't fly well, even if I'm cut by thorns, I want you to accept me.
XxXxX
"Hey, idiot, get up."
My eyes snapped wide open. Is someone there? I slowly sat up, wincing in pain. I thought I was the only one here; school had let out a long time ago.
"H-huh? Who…?" I whispered.
Shocked, surprised and confused, my eyes darted around the area. The darkness coupled with the rain made it difficult for me to clearly see anything. But I'm positive that nobody besides me was here. So…
Who said that?
I sighed. Great, now I'm hearing things. How pathetic can I get? I lowered my head but no tears came, just the raindrops falling down my face. Tears will do me no good. It won't change anything.
My eyes burned with anger. Not because of what those people did to me, but because of what I was about to do. I was going to give up. I softly shook my head. Right, I have to get up. I can't just give up.
I won't give up.
That's what they want me to do. Giving up means I surrender. It means I did do something bad and didn't have the guts to prove otherwise. They say that when you're accused of something, you don't have to do anything to prove you're innocent if you really are. But I don't believe that, because what if you are innocent but everyone around you doubted you? Then you must fight for yourself!
I breathed in deeply, flinching when my chest ached. I should get going. I gathered my strength and heaved myself up. On trembling and unsteady legs, I moved on.
I saw my bag lying in front of the gate. The contents were all wet and ruined. The bag's zipper was broken and the strap was almost ripped completely off.
I guess they have it in for my belongings, too.
At least my favorite keychain was alright. It's a golden star. It's a good thing I placed it in the hidden compartment in my bag.
I was half-way home when someone called out my name in shock. My whole body became tense. That voice!
"Mikan-chan? Is that you?" I turned my head slowly to refrain from hurting myself. Sure enough, there she was, illuminated by the street lamp.
"Misaki-san, what are you doing here?" I asked, curious by her appearance. She was holding a blue umbrella and was wearing a beautiful strapless maroon dress that reached her knees, along with black pumps.
She quickly closed the distance so that I could be sheltered by the umbrella as well. "I should be the one asking you that! It's already night time and you're walking down the streets alone in the pouring rain? What's wro-!" She suddenly gasped as she looked at me closely.
"Mikan-chan, what happened? You're-!" She quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me towards her apartment. I winced at her grip but said nothing; Misaki-san is clearly very worried.
When we reached her apartment, she quickly pulled me into the living room and seated me on her soft couch.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you. Is there anything broken with you?" My trust in my classmates, that's what. Of course, I know better than to say that.
"My arm, I think." I answered instead.
"Let me see." She gently reached for my arm.
She analyzed my arm carefully. "Well, it's not broken. That's good." Misaki-san reported after checking. I guess I only thought it was broken. What a relief.
"Wait a second." Misaki-san uttered quickly. Then she ran towards the bathroom. I heard running water.
Misaki-san appeared from the doorway. "I prepared a warm bath for you, Mikan-chan. I'll lend some of my clothes, so go on and take a soak." She insisted, handing me a towel and a bathrobe.
Seeing no other thing to do, I nodded. I slowly made my way towards her bathroom. I've been here several times already; Misaki-san would sometimes invite me to eat lunch with her or to help her with some things. When I entered the bathroom, everything was already prepared.
I removed all my clothing and went right in. The minute I felt the warm water, my muscles relaxed. I let out a long, unwinding sigh. It hurt a little, of course. But it still feels good. After my warm and relaxing bath, I got out and put on the soft bathrobe.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I was immediately met by Misaki-san, who had replaced her previous attire for a sweatshirt and cargo pants. She was carrying some articles of clothing. "I think these clothes will fit you. You can change in my room." She handed me a white shirt with heart patterns and some gray shorts. I nodded with a small smile and entered her room to put on the clothes. When I was done, I left the room and looked for Misaki-san.
I ran into her in the corridor leading to the kitchen.
"Mikan-chan, here." She said, handing me a mug. Hot chocolate. I stared at it.
"I was actually debating between hot chocolate or warm milk. I hope you like it." She said with a giggle. She herded me towards the living room.
"Wait right here, Mikan-chan. I'm going to get the first-aid kit." She dashed elsewhere. I leisurely sipped the drink. I finished it in a minute. I set the mug down on the mahogany table and waited for Misaki-san to return. Outside, the rain had turned into a raging storm.
I took this time to think. This is so screwed! I can't tell her what really happened and-!
I gasped when I glanced at the time. It's already past eight! My dad will kill me! I was about to stand up when Misaki-san entered the room with the first-aid kit.
"Oh no, you don't. Sit down, Mikan-chan." She ordered sternly. I sat back down. She sat on the table and proceeded to treat my injuries. I could only watch with gratefulness and nervousness.
While treating me, Misaki-san initiated conversation. "What happened, Mikan-chan? Please, tell me the truth." She looked right into my eyes as she said it seriously.
I gulped. The truth?
I looked away and sighed. I hate lying but I really don't want to drag Misaki-san into this. I'd rather go about this whole "can't-fit-in-and-nobody-accepts-me-thing" on my own, it sounds like a death wish, but that's how I really feel. I owe her that much.
Oh well…here goes.
"Nothing happened. I just slipped while going down the stairs at school." I explained in the most casual voice I could manage.
Misaki-san cocked one brow up, still doubtful, "Then why were you out walking in the pouring rain at this time? I clearly remember you saying that your school lets out at four thirty in the afternoon."
"I had cleaning duty before my accident. And I, uh, left school at quarter to five, and then I ran a few errands. That's when I remembered that I had forgotten something at school. It was about six thirty when I got to school to get it. On my way down the school stairs, I tripped. When I came to, it was already a few minutes before eight. I forgot my umbrella at home." I took a deep breath. I glanced at her. She still looked like she had more to ask. Gah, Misaki-san! Please, stop asking me questions! I don't think I can lie any further. I know it sounds like baloney, but please, just buy my story!
Please!
She shook her head, looking entirely unconvinced. She was about to say something that I was sure would put me on the spot, but she stopped short when she looked at my face. She must have seen something there because what she said next took me by surprise. "Okay, fine. Let's go with that. I won't press any further." I made a sound of relief. "But!" My attention snapped towards her. "If this happens again, I won't let you off the hook so easily."
I gave her a small smile. "Thank you, Misaki-san." I said with utmost sincerity. Thank you for always being there for me and for being my friend. Thank you for trusting me even when I don't deserve it. Thank you so much.
She giggled in response. "Well, it's not like I saved you from utter death, but you're most welcome, Mikan-chan."
We talked for a while until Misaki-san finished treating my injuries. Apparently, she was out with her friends for dinner and was on the way home when she ran into me.
She rose and began to put away the medical supplies.
"So, Mikan-chan, it's getting pretty late." Misaki-san began.
My eyes widened. Drat, I completely forgot about the time!
I was about to stand up when Misaki-san stopped me. "No, no, no! I didn't mean that you should leave!"
I stared at her, confused.
She explained, "Why don't you stay the night, Mikan-chan? There's an extra room with a bed you can sleep on. And don't worry; I already called your parents." My eyes widened even more.
"Really? Um, what did they say?" I worriedly asked. Knowing my parents, they could have said anything to Misaki-san, even rather offensive or unnecessary things. They were not your average "protective" parents.
"Nobody was home, so I just left a message saying that you'd stay the night with me." She sent me a gentle smile, "After all, you're in no condition to go out in the dead of night on your own, and most definitely not during a storm." Well, she's got a point.
She patted my head softly. "Just stay with me tonight, Mikan-chan."
I'm a little uncertain about this. I mean, it's not that I didn't want to stay with her. It's just…
My parents.
Knowing them, they'll most probably blow everything out of proportion. Misaki-san hasn't met my parents yet. She told me that she heard some people talking about my parents; she told me that she doesn't believe in gossip like that. I'm glad that she doesn't get carried away by the masses, but she's never met them!
I don't care even if I'm injured. I've got to go home! If they somehow implicate Misaki-san, my only friend here, I will never forgive myself.
I was about to give an excuse so that I could home, but then I saw Misaki-san's face.
Warmth.
Acceptance.
That made me stop in my tracks. Maybe I'm worrying too much. I mean, Misaki-san called them, right? And it looks like nothing went wrong.
"Well, I guess there's no harm in staying. But I don't want to impose or anything!" I softly chuckled, sitting back down.
I was surprised when Misaki-san laughed heartily in response.
"Ahahaha! I'm the one who's insisting you stay, so there's no way you could impose. Just chill, Mikan-chan."
I laughed along with her, forgetting my problems as we talked about the most random things. The fun had to end when Misaki-san said that it was time to sleep.
"Mikan-chan, I almost forgot. I have to tell you something." Misaki-san said quietly. I cocked my head to one side. What?
She signaled me to go into her room. I sat down on her fluffy pink bed. She sat beside me and took a deep breath.
"I'm leaving, Mikan-chan." She said without preamble.
I froze.
She seemed to be waiting for my reaction. I only stared at her blankly, with a shocked face.
"You're leaving?" Was all I could manage.
"Mikan-chan, listen. I won't be gone for good. I'm only leaving to attend a seminar. An exclusive, invite only seminar for aspiring world-class chefs and bakers, and I got invited! I'll be away for about three months, but it'll get extended if they see my skills." She stated with fervor, taking my hands. "I may never get this opportunity again."
I sat still, confused. Why is she telling me this with that look? A look the seemed to be waiting for my…approval.
I'm ecstatic that Misaki-san is getting the opportunity she deserves, but in truth, I don't want her to go. It sounds selfish, I know. But Misaki-san is my only friend, the only one who actually cares about me. Coming back here? Yeah, I believe her to an extent, but what if they like her so much that they'll give her an offer she can't resist? I know Misaki-san, she is a go-getter. She'll grab the opportunities presented to her in a millisecond.
"Why are you talking like that? What do you want from me? An approval?" I said, accidentally letting out a little sarcasm. I immediately shut my mouth after throwing that out. I can't believe I said that!
Misaki-san's face shifted into one of shock. Then, after a full minute of staring at me with that face, she sighed, her face buried in her hands.
"No, Mikan-chan. I don't want anyone's approval. I just want you to be happy for me. I would expect you of all people to be with me on this." She muttered sadly.
I immediately felt bad. I know Misaki-san, so why do I doubt her promise to come back? I have no reason to.
I lowered my head.
"I'm sorry. It's just, um, a little surprising, dropping a grenade like that." I rubbed the back of my neck, wincing when I hit a sore spot."And it's not that I'm not happy for you. I am, honest! I just…don't want you to leave me all alone. I-I'm afraid." I added, ashamed and sorrowful.
I felt warm arms wrap around my shoulders. "Oh, Mikan-chan! Don't be like that! I'm so glad you're happy for me, but no need to be sad! I'm not leaving you, so don't be scared. I'm just going away for awhile, but I'll come back! Besides, this is the perfect chance for you to make new friends! And remember, I'll always be there for you, even when I'm far away, you have my support. So don't worry." She patted my head softly.
I couldn't say anything, my chest felt heavy. Misaki-san doesn't exactly know what I'm going through, but it doesn't matter. She will always be there for me…
"And besides, I feel like something good will happen to you. Call it women's intuition." She laughed gently. I felt her trembling a bit. That's right; Misaki-san will miss me, too. I'm lucky to have her as a friend. So lucky.
I felt hot tears falling on my arms and back. Don't cry, Misaki-san, please, don't. I don't think I will be able to hold it in anymore…
"I'll miss you. Don't be afraid, Mikan-chan, you're never alone. Remember that there are people who care about you." She softly murmured, more tears falling.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. I cried.
My tears were not of pure sadness. My tears were a mix of sadness and happiness. But mostly happiness. Thank you, Misaki-san.
I know you can do it. With your raw talent and unwavering determination to outdo yourself, you'll definitely get their attention. That's why, in spite of the sadness that your leave will cause, my feeling proud of you still reigns.
I'm happy for you, Misaki-san.
XxXxX
Inside a bug cage called a "narrow display" is where I slept,
But you found me and complimented my large wings. Then you opened the door.
I'm still getting lost all the time, but...
XxXxX
The following morning at eight, I woke up with a clear mind.
Last night, Misaki-san let me sleep in her room, feeling that it would make us both more comfortable and sleep easier after such an emotional moment. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow; I was that tired.
I checked beside me; Misaki-san was still in dreamland, snoring away. She's usually an early bird but not today, I guess. I held back laughter at the silly sight of her. I will definitely miss Misaki-san when she leaves, but she was right.
I pumped my fist in the air, ignoring the pain in my arm. I have to get moving, too. I got to go out there and make friends! I have to be happier!
Then an image of me trying to make friends with my not-so-open-minded classmates flashed in my mind.
I sighed.
Easier said than done.
Disheartening thoughts started to run through my mind but I quickly shook them away. I mean, it's a bright, new day! I shouldn't think like that! Spread some good vibes!
What did Misaki-san tell me? Right, something good will happen to me! Let's start the day by being hopeful! Yeah!
I got out of bed with energy coursing through my veins, so much that I ignored the throbbing in my legs and body. Despite my motivated state, I kept quiet as I moved about. Misaki-san is still in dreamland, after all.
I entered the bathroom and fixed myself up; I can treat myself fairly well (mostly with cuts and such) whenever I'm hurt, I got used to doing it.
I saw my uniform hanging on a clothes line inside the bathroom. It was already dry, so I just slipped it on, my bag was still kind of damp, but I still carried it with me. I left a note for Misaki-san so that she wouldn't worry. I don't want to just leave like this but I really don't want to encounter problems that involve my parents.
At exactly eight forty-five, I headed home, uncertain about what might happen.
The streets were almost empty, only a few people were passing by; students running late, some rushing on the way to work and some going who-knows-where.
My mind kept moving around the place thinking about what might happen when my parents see me. Usually, they don't care about what I do unless it somehow involves them, but I'm sure they won't react that badly…I hope.
I arrived at my neighborhood and it was, as usual, very quiet. I consider my neighbors to be non-existent. Why? Because I almost never see them! Don't get me wrong, I have tried countless of times to get to know them. But they are just so slippery! They always seem to be away or something whenever I try to get close to them.
I guess I don't blame them. They definitely know what goes around inside my house. But I hate knowing the fact that despite their knowledge of what is happening; they chose to turn a blind eye and won't even extend a friendly hand.
Yet, I really cannot bring myself to resent them. I try to understand why they do that. I know they are not bad people, they are just afraid. Afraid of what might happen. So much that they can't do anything at all but stay quiet and hope for the best. Fear can do that to someone.
Fear does that to me most of the time.
"Don't be afraid, Mikan-chan, you're never alone. Remember that there are people who care about you."
What Misaki-san said pierced me deep. I feel that what she says is true, I mean, she cares for me, right? And my parents must have at least a bit of love for me, right? So that means I won't be totally alone in this world.
With that note, I walked towards my house.
I immediately felt panic when I saw that the front door was ajar. I rushed inside, closing the door as I entered, leaving my bag on top of the shoe closet.
I gasped at the sight of my home.
Pieces of broken glass were shattered about on the floor, books scattered, tables and chairs turned, lamps and other furniture in complete disarray. It looked like a storm passed through.
What the heck happened here?
"Okaa-san! Otou-san!" I called out frantically. Did they have a fight or something? But I highly doubt that. They can't do this much damage with just a fight; my father might be able to cause a bit of damage, but my mother isn't the type to hurl objects across the room in a fight. She is never sober enough in those times.
No response.
Alarmed by the eerie silence, I dashed up the stairs; even my bedroom was in shambles.
What is going on?
I've checked this entire place, and my parents are nowhere to be found!
I went back downstairs and analyzed the damage. Some of the furniture was broken, and the fridge was completely empty, well not that it had much to begin with. Was theft the reason? But what can be stolen here?
What on earth could have caused this?
My eyes roamed the room. What a mess! I spotted a piece of paper tacked on the wall. I made my way through the wreck to check it out. I pulled it out and read what was scribbled down, in messy and seemingly rushed handwriting;
'Don't tell anyone anything. Just keep quiet or else all of us will die. Don't look for us.'
What?
It was unsigned but it was definitely my father's handwriting scrawled hastily on the paper.
What does he mean, "be quiet or else all of us will die"?
Don't tell me…
They must have been involved with some really nasty people! Again!
But why did they leave me behind?
A lot of possibilities ran through my mind as I stood stock still, completely shocked by the sudden turn of events.
I had trouble processing what I had just realized; my parents have abandoned me.
I moved my legs slowly, walking toward the stairs. I locked the door on my way. I need to lie down.
I was almost at the top of the stairs when I lost my footing. I slipped and my body slammed against the steps, for a brief second, I was grateful that I didn't tumble down the steps completely. I was too shocked to make a sound… I've been falling around a lot lately.
What has all my pain been for? For this moment?
What is this moment? This is the moment when I suddenly realize, despite what Misaki-san said, that I am alone.
The entire student body, faculty and staff of my school dislikes and has no trust in me, the townsfolk are indifferent, I have almost completely lost all touch with Hotaru, Misaki-san is leaving and I have a strong bet that that she'll soar higher and might not return for a long time and my parents have abandoned me.
Am I truly alone?
I am now…
XxXxX
Sparkling with a shine, is that thing coming my way a miracle?
The keynotes let out light.
Sleeping Butterfly, open your eyes. Is it alright for me to try to fly?
Vividly, I cross, cross, cross the melody
XxXxX
I stayed in that position; lying on the steps like a rag doll.
A single thought occupied my mind.
What now?
I don't know what to do. But my mind protested this thought. A rational part of my brain was telling me that I should get up and clean the place, find a part-time job or something to support myself from now on. Act like nothing happened.
But something did happen! My parents have left me! I can't just forget something like that! The motivation from before has completely faded away…I'm weak. I know I am. I have always been weak; too weak to fight back, too weak to tell Misaki-san the truth, too weak to tell my parents to straighten things out, too weak to stand up.
"I can't do anything! I'm so weak!" I yelled with a trembling voice. I felt something warm slide down my cheeks. It took me a minute to realize that I was crying. I'm crying again.
I guess I really am weak.
This scene is heart-breaking. It has happened so many times already.
Why am I crying? I should be used to this already. It's not like my parents were ever really there for me. I told myself to get up.
Up, Sakura! Move like you mean it!
But those words did nothing for me, except make me feel worse.
I feel like no one in this world understands this feeling I have, even though I know that many other less fortunate people have it much worse, I feel like I'm constantly fighting against something I can't see or touch. I'm fighting with some kind of weight on my shoulders. A losing battle.
I feel so helpless. I wish someone would help me, help me get on the right track. I'm lost. It sounds pathetic, but I don't care. I want someone there to guide me through this phase in my life. This…darkness looming over me. Please...
"Get up."
My eyes snapped open, but I remained still. There's that voice again. That voice that I had imagined.
Great, I'm hearing things again. My mind must be going haywire from all that's happened. I shut my eyes again as fresh tears sprung out.
"Oi, didn't you hear me? I said get up. And stop crying." The voice was definitely that of a male; although it was smoother, calmer and more quiet than most.
What? Now I'm describing it? I must really be going crazy.
"You know, I hate repeating myself." The voice said again. Great. Just great. I can already picture the mental hospital welcoming me as their new patient.
"Are you deaf, little girl?" The voice asked, with evident irritation. "Or are you really that stupid?" A pause. "…Polka dots?" The voice held slight amusement. I gasped.
That's…that's my-!
My eyes opened in shock.
I shot up quickly, wiping my tears. There's no way an imaginary voice would ever say that! Now I'm sure; I'm not alone! There's someone here! I had just realized that the voice came from behind me, somewhere near the front door. As I stood, I stared at the front door. It was still locked. Then how…?
Who is he? Did he enter when my parents left? Then how come I didn't see him when I searched? What is he after? Is he the reason why my parents ran away in fear? All this sailed through my mind, but that's not important right now!
A complete stranger, a possible thief, rapist, murderer or all of the above, was inside my house! I'm alone and the only way to go if he's down there is my room! Where is this intruder?
I wanted to check behind that wall that intersected the living room and the front main hall, but it seems dangerous. What if he attacks me? I'm not entirely sure if he's hostile, but I think he is...
I scanned the immediate area below me; I turned the lights off when I was heading up, so I saw nothing but darkness. Why is my house so freaking dark all the time? Even during the day! I shook my head rapidly. Focus!
Cautiously, I moved up the stairs, taking careful, soundless, backward steps. I kept my eyes on the area at the bottom of the stairs; that's where the voice came from!
When I reached the top, I rushed towards my room as silently as I could, ignoring the pain my body was causing. My fear was greater. I mean, I can usually put up some fight, but I'm injured, weak and this guy sounds so healthy and…and….TOUGH!
I entered my room and went towards my phone. I picked it up with shaking hands. I quickly entered my pin code, my eyes darting back and forth from the screen and my bedroom door, which was slightly open.
I was about to dial for help when the screen went black. What the heck? Then I remembered.
I didn't charge it!
No. No way!
"What are you trying to do, polka dots?"
I shrieked in fear, dropping the phone. I quickly covered my mouth. I stared at the door frame; I saw nothing but the dark air beyond it…
I'M SO DEAD!
I grabbed the nearest thing. An alarm clock. Oh man!
I decided to put on a brave face. Maybe I can scare the creep off. If that fails, I'll just chuck this clock at him, then escape. If that also fails, then I'll…get my umbrella! I'll hit him good!
He's unarmed, right?
But what if he took the knife from the kitchen? What if he has a gun?
I shook my head, ignoring the throb. Get a grip, Mikan! You can do this!
"Hey, pervert! Come get me if you can, BASTARD!" I shouted with the bravest tone I could manage, I hope that someone from outside would also hear.
Eerie silence followed. I gulped, okay…
Now I'm getting even more afraid. I focused on the door way. Where is that creep?
"What are you trying to do now?"
I jumped in surprise. It came from the door way! He's right outside my door! I tried to find him, but he was cloaked by the darkness.
Grasping the clock tightly, I waited for him to emerge.
Why isn't he coming in?
"W-who-just who are you and what do you want?" I chided myself for my trembling voice.
"Hn."
I flinched. Where is he? Why isn't he showing himself? Just get in here so I can beat you to a pulp or else just get the hell out of my house, bastard! I'm stressed as is already!
"Where are you? Show yourself!" I spat with clenched teeth.
"In front of you."
My eyes widened at his reply. "But-but! There's no one here!" I started to feel strange.
"Tch." That definitely sounded like it was in front of me!
I dropped my alarm clock. I took slow steps backwards until my back hit the wall.
"W-what?" I put my hands in front of me in a repelling manner. This guy is messing around! It's a trick, Mikan! Right in front of me? That's what he wants me to think! It's a trick!
I jumped over my bed and my aching legs almost gave in, but I prevailed and made it to my target; my closet.
I opened it and went in. Its cliché and stupid, but I don't care! I'm scared to death and I have no idea what to do. Should I shout for help? But I'm positive my neighbors are out and even if they weren't, would they come to my rescue?
I should still call out for help, maybe someone passing through will hear. Calm your nerves, Mikan.
I took a deep breath. "HELP! SOMEBODY! PLEASE, HELP ME!" I screamed my lungs out.
"Oi, polka dots. Just calm down. And quit the screaming."
I gasped. That voice! It came from…beside me!
I screamed.
I burst out of my closet and landed on my bed. I backed away until I felt the bed frame against my back. I was panting and I desperately wished that all of this would stop already.
Hysteria ran rampant inside me. I shouted, waving my arms in front of me frantically. "Whoever-Whatever!- you are, STAY AWAY FROM ME! I mean it!" I was about to say more when I heard a sigh.
A long, deep and tired sigh.
I froze. I lowered my hands as a strange feeling washed over me.
Suddenly, I remembered what he said.
"Get up."
That's what he said. Would someone who was planning on hurting you say that? Don't most criminals strike while the victim is down? A sudden thought entered my mind.
Maybe he isn't a criminal. This person doesn't sound bad and he doesn't sound like he wants to do something to me. I decided to take a risk.
"Um, hello? Are you alright?" I asked hesitantly.
Silence.
I tried again. "Just tell me what you want from me. If you don't need anything, could you please just leave?"
No reply again.
Alright, this is silly. I'm trying to be considerate here; why doesn't he just show himself? I feel so vulnerable. He can probably see me from wherever he's hiding, while I can't even tell where he is.
I decided to give it another go. "Hey-"
"Help me." He interrupted quietly. I couldn't exactly pinpoint where his voice came from, but it sounded close.
"What?" Help? What does he mean?
"Can you help me?" He asked again.
I furrowed my brows. He's asking me if I can help him? I have no idea how to respond. But he sounded like he really needed my help.
"Help? Um, help you with what?" I asked carefully, looking at the ceiling.
Silence. Well, this is just unfair! I keep on babbling while he just gives me the cold shoulder!
I snapped, "Please, just tell me already! I promise I'll try my best to help you. And can you show yourself? This current situation is making me uncomfortable." I added with a frown, then I waited for a little while.
"…Alright." He finally said with hint of uncertainty in his tone.
I waited for a few moments. Still nothing.
I got a bit impatient. "Hey, quit fooling around! Just come out already!"
"I'm trying my best." That caused my eyebrows to shoot up.
Huh? 'I'm trying my best'? What does that mean?
"W-what do you mean?" I asked, almost inaudible.
"I'm right in front of you." He said with a firm tone. I sat still momentarily after hearing that.
"Okaaay…" I laughed nervously.
…
"HOLY CRAP! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU?" I shouted hysterically. If what he said is true, then that makes…that makes him…!
"…Dead." He said flatly. Now I'm sure; I'm totally nuts!
"B-but there's n-no such things as…a-as… g-g-ghost!" The volume of my voice increased with each spoken word. A g-g-ghost! Ahhh! No way!
"I told you, quit shouting. You're going to make my ears bleed." He stated irritably.
This can't be happening! "That's not possible! Your ears can't bleed! 'C-cause you're a g-ghost!" I squeaked when I said the 'g' word.
Another sigh. "So what if I am?" He questioned, exasperated.
That does it!
"AHHHH! NOOO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! I CAN'T HELP YOU! GO, SHOO, SHOO!" I yelled with fear laced over my voice. I really, really, really, don't like ghosts!
I'm so scared right now! What if he transforms into his monstrous form?
"Monstrous form?" He suddenly asked.
Oh, geez! Did I just say that out loud by accident?
"Look, I'm just as upset as you are. But remember, you said you'd help me. I expect you to follow through."
That got my attention. I've always told myself to never break a promise, because I know how it feels like to have it broken. But…
"Besides, ghosts aren't real." He offered.
"Y-you're a G-GHOST!" I pointed at a random spot, having no idea where he was. Suddenly, a new thought flashed in my head. "Or are you?" I asked, uncertain.
I put a finger on my chin in a thoughtful manner. Maybe he isn't a g-g-ghost. Maybe…
"Hey…are you like, just invisible? A zombie? A shadow man or something?" I tried to recall what my guy classmates talked about when they were discussing some things concerning manga and anime. They say some supernatural things exist in this world. "Are you an alien? An esper? You're a guy, right? Are you some superhero who flew here to make me your sidekick?" I asked curiously in a flurry.
A brief silence enveloped my room.
"Did you hear what you just said?" He asked, dumbfounded and annoyed. "Moron, of course not. I don't know what I am exactly. And yes, I'm a guy. You have an amazingly good grasp on the blatantly obvious." He added sarcastically.
My eyebrows slammed together in thought, ignoring the insult. "You said you're dead, right?" I received a "Hn." in reply. I'll take that as a yes. "Then, you must be a g-g-ghost!"
I heard him shrug. "All I know is, I'm dead, I can't touch anything, and no one can see or hear me. Except you."
I raised both hands in denial. "Whoa, whoa, wait! I can't see you, that much is obvious. I can only hear your voice." I responded.
"Well, beggars can't be choosers. You'll do." He simply said.
I know I said I'd help…but I'm seriously rethinking things now. This is just so crazy!
He must have seen my face because he suddenly said, "Fine, so what if I'm a ghost? Whatever. I can't even touch you."
"But you can haunt me and stuff!" I retaliated.
"Do you think I'd do something stupid like that? Whatever." He responded nonchalantly.
I blinked. I'm usually freaked by the mere mention of g-g-ghosts. Yet, what he said made me feel better. Comfortable, even…
I should help this guy. It's only right. "So, what sort of help do you need, anyway?"
"…"
"Just tell me!" I ordered loudly.
"Can't." Was his reply.
"Why not?" I asked incredulously. Here I am, willing to help him and yet…!
"Can't remember." He swiftly announced.
I felt a frown form on my face. "What do you mean you can't remember? You scare the living day-lights out of me, to ask me for help and now you're telling me you can't remember why?" I interrogated with utter disbelief. "You should really think before doing things like this-"
"Be quiet. I'm thinking." He cut me off.
What an arrogant little-! Ugh! I bit back an insult. I waited for him to speak again.
He's been silent for a while. Wow, he must be really thinking hard. I'm also very sure he hasn't left the room. This may sound weird, but after "talking" to this guy, I can actually kind of feel his presence. I just realized that I've have goosebumps for a while now. But that's not the sign; it's not the chills either. I'm sure that if I get used to him, those things will lessen. I'm not sure though, that's just my idea, I know next to nothing about the supernatural.
But it's not important. If I concentrate a little, I can faintly feel an…aura. An aura of a person who is lost, but not bad. I feel that he is good to an extent. Just like me…
I should help him out, even if I don't know him.
"Hey, Mr. Ghost," I smiled at the absence of fear in my voice. I'm not scared anymore, of him at least. I hope. "You don't need to tell me why. I'll just help you remember why you need my help and what for. It must be one of those unfinished business things, right?"
"…"
I struggled to find anything more to say. He's just too quiet! Hmm, maybe I should talk some more, but he spoke before I could.
"…All I remember is waking up in front of a fountain in a park full of flowers. That was about a month or so ago, not really sure. I can't remember anything before that." He said thoughtfully.
What is this? This guy has amnesia? Is that even possible? Well, I've seen it happen in movies a lot…A dead guy, a g-ghost, with amnesia. And when he came to, which was about a month ago, he was in a…park? Maybe he's somehow linked there. Maybe, hmm.
"Wait, so you've been wandering around for a month already? And you didn't find anyone who can help you until now? Did you try going to a psychic, a person with a third eye, or something?" He should have at least encountered someone who can see him, right? I don't even know how I can hear this guy! My family has no supernatural abilities whatsoever as far as I know.
His reply came quickly. "If you were to wake up in an unknown place, with no recollection about your past, what would you do?" I was surprised by his question, but before I could answer, he spoke again. "I tried to ask some people, but no one paid me any attention. When I tried to touch something, my hand went right through it. I felt a little strange. That's when I realized that I might be…dead."
My mouth fell open with a small gasp. I had just realized; this must be hard for him. A person who has no idea what happened to him, only to realize that he's no longer…alive.
It became silent again; he must be contemplating about his situation. I sat there, thinking about this crazy turn of events. After much thought, I nodded to myself.
I've made up my mind.
"Okay! I get it; it must be hard for you. But don't worry; I'll help you in any way possible. I've got nothing to lose, anyway, so why not? I may not seem much, but I'll give it my all." I declared with determination. I don't care even if it sounds wacked out; I'll help this 'lost' guy/ soul/ whatever! I won't just leave him wandering around helplessly when I can lend a hand!
He still remained quiet. Uh-oh, what's wrong now?
"Please say something." I softly said.
"…Are you sure?"
I was momentarily confused what he meant by that, but I quickly realized what he was asking. I nodded vigorously, but my neck resented the action. I ignored it. I can help this guy! I know I can! Then I remembered something.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot! I'm Sakura Mikan! What's your name?" I smiled energetically. He should at least remember his name, right?
Silence.
Oh…I guess he forgot that, too. I adopted an understanding face, "Hey, look, its okay if you don't-"
"Natsume."
"Huh?"
"My name." He said quietly.
I blinked. His name is Natsume…
I made a gleeful sound. I gave a bright smile that I know he can see wherever he is.
"I promise I'll do my best, Natsume!"
A/N: The song I used is "Sleeping Butterfly" by Choucho. I absolutely love this song, whenever I listen to it, I feel so optimistic! Listen to it, too! It's upbeat!
So sorry for the long update! And please forgive my mistakes! As you can see, this chapter is not that, um, violent. It has drama, of course! It's shorter than the previous one, but it's still a bit long. I wonder if people are intimidated by the length or are just lazy because it's long...haha, it's fine as long as others enjoy the story! :) The length will vary every chapter! Some will be long, some short!
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the first chapter! THANK YOU!
And Natsume has appeared! Honestly, did you guys expect it to turn out like this? I hope everyone enjoyed reading this! I loved typing this!
Thanks for reading!
_rain stops goodbye_