Mikan's POV:
"Ow!" Natsume cried out as I shoved him to the floor, tears flicking my eyes in anger, I had cried out and screamed at him when he came back from his mission caked in blood, luckily not his, and Neisan had been stabbed! For gods sake do boys ever play nice?! I glared at him and then over at my shoulder at Neisan who was being bandaged up by Aoi-chan.
"Come on Mikan, don't be that angry." Natsume smirked, dusting himself off. It wasn't that long ago when I was still in a coma, and he expects me to be calm after his first mission back in the system, with Neisan, when he comes back in tatters.
He sighed in defeat and gently placed his large warm hand on top of my head and whispered in my ear.
"Sorry..." He gruffed before walking over to Neisan, I gulped down a blush and turned to face them, I avoided looking at Neisan naked chest and tried to avoid drooling over his abs and having impure thoughts about how I'd love to run my hands all over them. I tried to. Believe me.
"So, you guys assassinated Echisu Tetsuya right?" Aoi-chan asked, finishing the last touches on Neisan's bandages and stood up, next to her brother, she was a lot smaller than Natsume, with her luxurious black hair and dazzling blood red eyes, she was a beauty, just like her brother, and I was not surprised about the way Neisan's looked at her. I looked away.
"Yeah, barely, Neisan-Kun you need a hell of a lot more training before I let you back out on the field." Nat-chan growled, almost spitting at him.
I swiftly glided to his side and hid behind him, to stop my eyes from drifting over to Neisan, who was now, thankfully and disappiontingly putting on a thermal black top.
"But-" Neisan began but Natsume held up a hand, crimson eyes burning and boiling with unsaid anger. I frowned, just wishing the boys could get along.
All of a sudden,the last person I wanted to see, barged through the door, black hair astray, pale mask halfway out of position, and breathing laboured. I shrunk away and Nastume protectively placed an arm around me shoulder and Neisan stood in front of Aoi-chan, having heard of all the rumours spread about him. Most true, some not. And we stood there, glaring at the man we called Persona.
"Sakura. A word." He said, fixing his clothes and gently pushing his mask back into place, his so unsettling mask. Natsume nearly lunged at him but I stopped him, slowly and gingerly making my way towards him. I sent one last glance towards Nat-chan, Aoi-chan and Neisan before I disappeared with him.
Neisan's POV:
"Is Mikan gonna be okay?" I asked, almost immediately after the pair left, Persona didn't look right, he looked shaken, almost afraid to tell Mikan whatever it was he pulled her out for.
"She'll be fine. It's Mikan we're talking about." Aoi-chan mumbled, sitting back down in the red cushioned chair. I brushed my white fringe out of my face and sighed, sitting next to her. I flicked my pale blue eyes over to Natsume who was glaring out the window, something he always did when he was thinking.
"Yeah, but did you see the way Persona looked- I mean he was almost-"
"Scared?" Natsume cut in, crossing his muscled arms over his chest, still scowling out the window.
"Yeah..." I replied, shrugging an arm over the back of the chair, not relaxing just getting comfy, for some reason the air didn't feel right. It was thick and I didn't like it. I almost wanted to reach and change it but if you mess with Mother Nature too much, she's gonna mess back.
"There's only one other time I've seen him like that..." Aoi-chan commented, leaning ever so slightly closer to me, I moved further away.
"Yeah..." Natsume agreed, finally turning to face us, something in his eyes unnerved me that day, something I don't think I'll ever see again, pain.
Just then, an ear splitting scream echoed through the thick energised air, a bone breaking spine that escaped Mikans lips. A scream that echoed the death of her best friend. It echoed the death of Hotaru.