Room Mate Chapter 3: Magnetic love, drown and save, a gakuen alice fanfic

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Big fluffy pillows, smooth thin sheets and a feathery mattress. That's the road to heaven, boy.

Mikan Sakura was experiencing the euphoria of seventh heaven as she plummeted into that drugged-like wonder. Her senses tingling—every cell, every atom of her body reacted with the heavy dosage that bed was generating. Her head was cloudily hazed as the waves of slumber seeped in. Her body shutting down all its defenses, surrendering in a complete peaceful slumber.

Oh lala, feel seventh heaven. It's calming, peaceful. It's serene, relaxing. Come feel seventh heaven. It's calling out to you.

Do you know where heaven is?

It's right here, right here.

And there Mikan was, the fallen angel.

Finally reaching her home.

The fallen angel, dreaming of forbidden dreams, a forbidden love. A love between two opposite entities, two different creatures, two different worlds.

A forbidden love—an angel and demon love.

She's the angel.

He's the demon.

Who's he?

She doesn't know but her heart does.

HEADS UP! Mikan—chibi-form, in an angel costume—was up in the sky with clouds arranged in a way that says:

this

R O O M M A T E

Chapter 3: The magnetic love, drown and save

Eyebrows furrowed in frustration, red eyes focused on to the ceiling, concentrating to sleep.

Natsume tried, he really tried, to put himself to sleep but unfortunately to no avail. He had been counting sheep, supposedly from one to one hundred, though he stopped at around 2 percent before completion due to utter frustration toned with inhumane growls.

He wondered how he was situated in this kind of situation in the first place. Everything was limited—lying on a sofa, limited space, limited pillows, limited ventilation, limited comfort, limited sleep. Then he remembered.

Just don't hate me.

Ah, he was sparing his love, but not sparing himself.

It was hard to imagine that before, he was the master of this room. He owned everything, and everything was his—the living room, the dining room, the bathroom, the bedroom, the bed, the pillows, the mattress. However, in a snap, with those bitter words, with her bitter expression, slowly, everything that was his was being taken away by her—his bedroom, his bed, his pillows, his mattress.

Mikan Sakura was taking everything, including his heart.

Ah, just don't hate me…

"I'll give you everything." Natsume mumbled to himself.

Now, he was at ease. He thought of a wonderful plan that will successfully give him a well-deserved sleep. Instead of counting sheep, he imagined Mikan Sakura dressed in a bunny outfit. Natsume started counting. One Mikan bunny, two, three and so on. Mikan bunnies multiplied imaginatively. Reaching a hundred, he eventually had a good night's sleep.

Even in his dreams, bunnies still invaded him.

Streams of light slithered through the wide panels of the full-length windows, the rays reaching Mikan Sakura, disturbing her past-due-doze. She grunted irritably and rolled to her side, attempting to return to her peaceful slumber when it suddenly hit her—she has classes to attend to.

Her body instantly sprung up, her eyes wide open, her hair wild and messy, and her mind strived to register the surroundings. This isn't her room! No pink bed, no pink sheets, no pink pillows, no pink walls, no pink everywhere! The walls were white, the floor was black, red pillows, black sheets, black bed. Then another fact had hit her—starting today, she'll be waking up inside this room, inside Natsume's room.

"Oh! Now I remember…" She face-palmed herself for almost forgetting yesterday.

Mikan wondered if Natsume was still sleeping. She really did not expect Natsume to sacrifice his own comfort and luxury to give his bed solely to her, just to make sure she'll have relaxation and repose. She got up quickly, outstretched her arms, and had some warming up before leaving the bedroom to find Natsume. She went to the living room to see if he was there only to find none. Pouting in dismay, she moved to other parts of the room but Natsume was nowhere to be seen.

That jerk, he didn't even care to wait for me. Stuck-up bastard!

Mikan sighed and conceded searching. It was always like this. Just when she was starting to like and appreciate Natsume, she discovers something unlikeable and ends up hating him again. Adding up to her anxiety, she saw a nearby clock hanging on the wall.

7: 40 AM

She blinked once.

Then twice.

Then thrice until she can not blink anymore.

An ear-piercing, ear-splitting scream shook the campus viciously.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Footsteps, running.

Mikan Sakura was running briskly along the corridors, swiftly making her way towards the remotely far flung classroom.

"I'm going to be lateeeeeeee!" Mikan cried out.

She ran and ran and another ran. Whatever the case is, she shouldn't be late again for class or else she'll have supervised work and how she hated more than anything in the world to meet face to face that lame excuse of a teacher who was in fact a frog-face, Jino-sensei, and receive a lot of lectures about punctuality and related matters. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, NATSUME! IF I EVER SEE THAT STUCK-UP FACE OF YOURS, I'LL DESTROY YOUR DEMONIC FACE AND CRUSH THAT PEARLY WHITE TEETH SO THAT YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SMIRK EVER AGAIN. MARK THAT, JERK!" She vehemently cursed the boy behind his back, enunciating word per word with every step she took, she can feel the boldness and capslock of every word.

Oh boy, can you feel the rage? Can you feel the evilness?

Why blame Natsume Hyuuga when it was her fault anyway? Poor Natsume, evil Mikan.

"SHUT UP, YOU! YOU BIASED AUTHOR!"

Oh ho, how dare she disrespect the almighty author, the law here in this story who can control everything? I'll bump your head on the wall, and bump the wall she did.

Natsume Hyuuga, on the other hand—sat comfortably on his chair, his feet lying on top of the desk, reading comfortably his favorite manga entitled "Futari Ecchi"—began sneezing riotously.

"Achu." Even though he sneezed, it was still expressionless, monotone.

Some of his saliva and flu landed on the faces of the fan girls suspiciously lurking around a ten-inch radius. The fan girls didn't mind saliva landing on their faces, in fact, they got all giddy and horny all of a sudden. It was Natsume's saliva landing on their faces, man, Natsume's saliva. It's like, getting licked by Natsume's tongue, man, Natsume's tongue! They've decided not to take a bath for a week or so to keep Natsume's precious saliva in tact and safe on their faces. A memorabilia, so to speak.

Natsume rubbed his nose. Maybe, someone remembered him. More like, an intense, killing aura that wanted to punch that stuck-up face and crush his pearly white teeth so that he won't be able to smirk ever again reached him and triggered his senses.

His nose flared, a sign for another sneeze, a sign that the intense, killing aura was near. He fought back the sneeze, not wanting another round of saliva and flu shooting out. For him, sneezing was a symbol of vulnerability. And he has a pride to save.

Yes, his nose was right. The intense, killing aura was definitely there on the classroom door, lingering for a moment before slowly, dangerously stepping closer toward Natsume Hyuuga.

Mikan Sakura.

Auburn hair defying gravity, becoming spiky. Dark, murky swirls became her background. Her eyes turning red accentuated with black specks. Her nails grew longer, like claws. Her nose and ears exhaled clouds of smoke. She was possessed by her evil side.

It was like, uh, like woah.

"RAWR." Mikan roared.

Natsume looked amusedly at the approaching figure. If it weren't for the hair, he wouldn't be able to recognize Mikan. She totally transformed into a full-fledge demon. But he had to admit, she was cute, in an evil way.

She stopped in front of him, her fangs grew visibly as she opened her mouth in rage. "NATSU—"

"Achu." Great timing. He sneezed right in front of her face, his precious spits, saliva and virus spluttering on her face, on her body. GOAL!

She stared into nothingness.

The floor vibrated terribly, a seismic activity set off.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Heave Ho.

Mikan Sakura miraculously returned to her original form and smiled suspiciously, too suspiciously. "Natsume-kun," She drew nearer, inching closer, her hands twitching in a strange manner, too strange. "DO YOU WANT TO SEE HEAVEN, HUH?" Small hands with an unbelievably strong grip strangled Natsume's precious, unscathed neck. Instantaneously, she transformed yet again into her evil side, brown-turned-red sinister eyes blazed with killing intent.

The fan girls within a ten-inch radius panicked and screamed in horror. Right before their eyes, their prince, their majestic, prince was being murdered, harmed by the profane hands of the evil monkey-turned-ape Mikan Sakura. Nevertheless, even though they desired to help and save the prince from grave danger, their lives were far more important since this so-called evil monkey-turned-ape Mikan Sakura can eat and bury anyone alive who interrupted her plans.

No matter how painful it seemed to see those profane hands claw their prince's neck, Natsume didn't look hurt or harmed at all. He even had the guts to mock the ape, I mean, Mikan Sakura. "I want to see more of your panties rather than heaven."

Mikan's undistinguishable face turned bright red, smoke flared out of her 'wide cave holes', in short, nostrils. Her evil transformation notched another level, the "Super Sayan Mode".

"Oh wait, I guess, seeing your panties is heaven." He added.

"NATSUME, YOU PERVERT!" Her grip on his neck tightened as she choked the poor boy.

As the strangulation became more serious, Natsume glared dreadfully at Mikan. "Oi, baka! Stop now. Do you want to be imprisoned?"

"HAHAHA. HELL YEAH! AS LONG AS I SEE ON THE HEADLINES: 'REST IN PEACE NATSUME HYUUGA; CAUSE OF DEATH: STRANGULATION' BWAHAHA!" She laughed that boisterous laugh.

"Why are you trying to kill me, anyway?"

"REVENGE. I AM AN AVENGER."

"Revenge is not an option."

"REALLY, NOW? MY SOUL WILL NEVER FIND ITS PEACE AFTER WHAT HAD HAPPENED. I WAS ALMOST LATE FOR CLASS! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOATHED JINO-SENSEI'S SALIVA PROJECTILES LANDING ON MY FACE, ON MY SKIN WHENEVER HE LECTURES ABOUT THAT DAMNED PUNCTUALITY?"

"It's your fault, not mine."

"Well, why didn't you wake me up? Worse, you didn't even wait for me." She toned down a bit, her hyper stature diminishing, sadness dawning.

"Am I obliged to do that?" His red eyes locked with brown orbs.

"No. But, still—"

He interrupted. "I can never act the way you wanted me to be, Mikan. You know that."

Wide brown eyes stared. Yeah, it hit her hard. She was expecting too much from this man, which was a bad move from the very start. Her grip around his neck loosened, eventually letting go. "Yes, I know. But at least, you could have been considerate enough since I'm adjusting and all. I guess, I'm expecting too much, eh?"

Red orbs broadened slightly but not that perceptible.

Mikan's face fell, brown strands falling over her face. "I was hoping you would wait for me, we go together. Maybe, it was too much for me to ask."

Then she looked at him with those sad eyes, emotions of disappointment, of sadness.

Natsume clenched his jaw. For some odd reason, he felt the sadness, the disappointment but only for a split second.

"Settle down, settle down. Classes will start." Narumi-sensei announced, clapping his hands to draw the attention of his students.

Mikan turned to leave and went to her seat.

Earlier that day.

Natsume Hyuuga woke up early, as early as the sun shined for the world to see. Same routine. Get up. Survive. Sleep. He was getting tired. However, the sun shined more brightly today, and today was the start of something…interesting. And to say that Natsume was interested was an overstatement. It was just the closest word that could least describe what he was feeling. Today signified a change of his routine.

A different routine from now on. Get up. Piss Mikan. Survive. Piss Mikan more. Sleep.

Exciting, isn't it? Mikan Sakura makes the sun shine a lot brighter than before.

Mikan Sakura is Natsume's source of excitement.

He got up, his back aching from the pre-longed uncomfortable position he was in as he slept like that for hours on the limited space of the sofa. But he didn't care less. Step one of his routine, accomplished.

Now, on to pissing Mikan. Probably by now, she was already awake and all set to be pissed, he presumed.

Natsume inconspicuously entered the bedroom, advancing to the bed as discreetly as possible.

He found what he was looking for, there, the figure lying on the bed, Mikan Sakura, sleeping soundlessly, like a baby.

When Natsume saw that face, of beauty and of splendor, all at once, his plans crumbled.

Pissing Mikan?

Gone with the wind.

Natsume forgot everything. Even how to breathe. She was heavenly, angelic. It was as if she didn't belong here. A creature of perfection (regardless of the idiocy, of course). A fallen angel who lost her wings. As he approached further, the more he was suffocating. Looking at her was such a pain. He was completely breathless, that sight, a spectacle of heaven and paradise. He unconsciously ingested every part of her, etching perfectly every detail of her eyes, her nose, her lips, her face.

He yearned to touch her, that angelic face. But he was the demon. She's the angel. And such love was forbidden.

Worse, she wouldn't let him.

Don't fall in love with me.

All he could do was watch from afar. However, he was willing to wait. He was willing to break the boundaries. No limitations. No restrictions. Just one word from her, just one sign from her—that she'll like him back, he will take the risk. Even the sky couldn't stop him. He'll surpass the sky, his limit. If only Mikan would allow him.

For now, all he could do was to watch from afar. And wait. Yes. Because, waiting is everything.

"Sleep well."

Dismissal time.

Mikan gathered up her things and was promptly set to leave. Subtly glancing at Natsume's place, she hoped to see that he was still there, though, she also expected he wasn't there either. And the latter, was absolutely right. Ding! Ding! Ding! He left, without a doubt.

"I can never act the way you wanted me to be, Mikan. You know that."

Mikan sighed disdainfully and headed to depart the classroom. Unbeknownst, a sleek figure leaned casually on the wall beside the doorway waiting for her outside, his hands behind his raven-haired head.

As she passed the doorway, a deep, throaty voice greeted her nonchalantly. "Yo."

Mikan's spine stiffened as if lightning had stricken her. She edgily spun her head toward the voice, followed by her whole body. "I-I thought you left." She said matter-of-factly.

Natsume Hyuuga, the owner of the deep, throaty voice, snorted. "Obviously, I didn't."

Mikan pouted. As expected, he answered precisely like how a typical arrogant sarcastic bastard should answer. Typical.

Wrenching himself automatically off of the wall, Natsume grabbed a hold of Mikan's wrist and dragged her along to his unknown destination. "Let's go."

Obliging reluctantly, she followed, letting him lead her. "Whe-where are you taking me, anyway?" She asked, perplexed, the pout still lingering on her face.

"Buy an alarm clock." Answered Natsume, the tone, static.

"What for?"

"So you wouldn't be late."

"Oh." That was all Mikan could utter as she gawked intensely at Natsume's back. Following him as he continued to hauled her, Mikan couldn't take her eyes off that sexy, sexy back. Her body feeling peculiarly strange like she was being drawn by a magnet.

Though, she has got to stop before it's too late and though she didn't want to admit it, she realized something.

I am starting to like Natsume Hyuuga's back.

A series of gigantic computer machines existed inside a research/computer room, obese tubes connecting networks and computers alike to the main computer program.

A huge computer screen flashed an image of a raven-haired guy, sets of actual data about that person were presented below the image.

JIGOKU SOCIETY MAIN COMPUTER PROGRAM
TOP PRIORITY

Target Number: 2009-13241
Name: Natsume Hyuuga
Age: 16
Alice: Fire Alice
Type: Dangerous ability
Mission: Natsume Hyuuga is the current guardian of Mikan Sakura. Eliminate him at once. Complete the mission within 2400 hours.

The huge screen flashed another image, this time, a picture of a girl, sets of data were presented below the image.

JIGOKU SOCIETY MAIN COMPUTER PROGRAM
TOP PRIORITY

Target Number: 2009-13242
Name: Mikan Sakura
Age: 16
Alice: Nullifying Alice
Type: Special ability
Mission: Capture Mikan Sakura alive. Destroy all hindrances. Complete the mission within 2400 hours.

Hollow azure eyes stared intently at the huge screen. Those eyes, deep like the ocean. Be careful not to drown.

Please log out to avoid data loss.

Mikan apprehensively eyed the merchandises with great enthusiasm. From left to right, her head giddily shifted from side to side. Her eyes were shimmering in an oddly starry-zombie-like way. How she naively adored the Pikachu alarm clock which awakens the owner by multiple thundershocks, or the panda alarm clock which holds a big mallet to pound on the sleepy owner. Adorable. However, when her eyes ill-fatedly set down on the price tags, her eyes turned bloodshot in an unexplainable bewilderment. For sweet Jesus, what she saw was blasphemy, I tell you. It was blasphemy. Why, the prices for such small, feckless things were insanely high!

After a few seconds, her brown orbs returning to normal from her whirled behavior earlier, she eyed Natsume, who was actually planning to buy her one of those insanely high-priced products and wouldn't even once regret losing such huge amount of money, in distraught. "He-he-he. Natsume-kun, let's go to some other store, eh?"

"Why? You don't like it?" Natsume was intrigued, he inspected the Pikachu alarm clock with colossal interest.

She shook her head repeatedly, strongly disagreeing. "N-NO WAY! In fact, I love them to confetti bits! But…"

"But?" He sideway glanced at her, tossing the alarm clock up and down like it was some kind of cheap ball. When in money matters, it costs 899 rabbits.

Mikan's eyes widened as she panicked. "OI! OI! Put that down!" She surely didn't want to pay for that when it gets broken. "Do you know how much that costs?"

"Yeah."

"Then why are you playing with it like it's cheap?" She asked, her brown orbs mirrored sheer horror. "FYI, that little thing is equivalent to more than my 3 month allowance here in the academy!"

Then, Natsume smirked, arrogantly, superiorly. That smirk, arrogant and superior, produces a low-self esteem syndrome to anyone who sees it. Mikan was no exception. "Frankly, this is only one-third of my daily allowance."

Her mouth gaped open, bees ready to swarm inside. "I can't afford that!"

"Who told you that you'd be paying?" He stopped tossing the item, his tone raising slimly, his domineering pride being insensibly scathed.

"EH?"

"I'll pay."

"…re-really?"

"Tchyeah." Natsume grinned lopsidedly before drawing near the counter, initiating once more the slipshod tossing.

Imprudently gawping at his retreating figure, his sexy, sexy back tackling her unsteady heart pace, Mikan was virtually consenting to the fact that she was starting to like his back. Though, half of her stubborn self refused to believe such ridiculous actuality. She chose to grasp a lie, the denial part.

She was in denial.

But her body, her heart proved otherwise. The unsteady heart pace. The magnet-like attraction. Her body being hauled mechanically by Natsume's back, inducing, luring her to fall, fall, fall.

Even though his back continued to pull her close, she kept repelling obdurately. Mikan was defying the law, resisting the flow of nature.

The law of magnetism. Same poles repel. Opposite poles attract. She managed to disprove that law. Unfortunately, no man can successfully beat nature unless you're a god or goddess. So, eventually, she gave in, letting herself be washed out by the wave of nature, drowning her into uncertainty and ambiguity. Also, drowning her into an unknown paradise.

It's like a crashing wave.

Natsume languorously came near the staggering brunette. His lopsided grin still flaunted arrogantly on his handsome visage. "Here, polka." He handed over the newly-bought Pikachu clock.

Mikan could not speak nor look at him straightly, flabbergasted she was. Her pale face unwontedly gaining a reddish hue.

"Oi, strawberry, you alright?" Not really a question, more of a trance-shattering statement.

When it hits you, you can't evade.

Because no matter how she pushed, no matter how she tried to repel that love, it kept on attracting her.

Opposite poles attract. That's the law of magnetism.

The moment it hits you, you'll drown. Drown, drown, drown.

(Pika-pika-pikachu, Pika-pika-pikachu)

The Pikachu alarm clock bawled again and again.

(One more minute before commencing thundershock)

(Pika-one, pika-two, pika pika pika-three, pika-four, pika-five, pika pika pika-six)

And the countdown begins before bestowing the electrifying shock upon the wobbly owner. The threat was considered ineffective due to the fact that the brunette was still repressed inside her fantasy of clouds, of dreams, of fluff puffs and of wonderland.

(thirty-six pika, huff, thirty-seven pika, huff huff, twenty-eight pika, twenty nine pika, thirty pika pika)

Even alarm clocks do get exhausted and due to exhaustion, the alarm clock forgot to count correctly, huffing in the process. There's a fifty-fifty chance of an alarm clock death. The alarm clock's efforts were being put to waste.

(fifty-eight pika, fifty-nine pika, sixty pika pika)

Pikachu's cheeks started generating electricity, a dangerously increasing volt was being gradually produced.

"PIKA—" Sparks of electricity, aflame. "CHUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

KAPOW! Thundershock was the only solution to awaken the gal, she was shocked shitless. Finally, yes. All thanks to Pikachu. Her eyes were not so groggy anymore. Her hair in a unique electrified hairstyle, literally. Her saliva solidified instantly. And her face got an instant tan.

How cool is that? Yeaah, cool.

Robotically arising from her pre-longed slumber that was disrupted by an inhumane thundershock, Mikan Sakura stepped inside the bathroom with equally robotic steps. Her consciousness was still in a state of shock. To recover her disoriented equanimity, she let the hot shower plunge her body with hot, steamy drops of water. Wash away, the grogginess, the shock, the tan, the hairstyle.

After a short, yet successful rejuvenation, she was alive again, breathing and out of shock. Mikan scampered towards her makeshift closet, and snatched a fresh, idle uniform to wear.

Today was a special, particular day for Mikan Sakura. Unlike the past days, months and even years, for once, she wasn't panicking hysterically to fix herself and go to class. Unlike the past days, months and even years, at long last, saliva projectiles directly from Jino-sensei's mouth won't be landing with a perfect 45 degree angle on her face.

"Thanks, Pikachu." Mikan thanked the non-living thing despite the thundershock she received earlier.

She paced out of the bedroom, eventually passing by the living room where Natsume was sleeping in at the moment. Not catching a glimpse nor a shadow of the aforementioned raven-haired guy, she couldn't help but sigh.

She wanted to stop hoping, stop expecting. But her heart was the one in control, taking a chance only to get hurt.

False hopes, no matter what, are still a form of hope, right?

Do I only believe in false hopes?

However, today was special.

The moment, Mikan set her foot outside Natsume's room, she felt the sudden rush of blood surging on the way to her cheeks, her heart deficiently losing a great amount of oxygen. She was breathless, her cheeks ablaze.

False hopes, white lies came shattering like a stained glass. For in front of her, the basis of those falsities, was the one who boldly shattered the hopes of fallacy—replacing them with concrete truths, of real and genuine hope.

Natsume Hyuuga.

"N-na-Natsume-kun?" In a stuttering, shaking voice, Mikan called. "Y-you waited for me?" Huge curious eyes staring at the aloof man.

Natsume Hyuuga, his arms crossed in front, stared at her stoically before looking away. "Tch. Fuck, no." He retorted in denial, his eyes avoiding that huge curious eyes. "It's merely a coincidence."

Mikan chuckled heartily, concluding immediately that Natsume would never admit it even if he gets killed because his pride and honor is much more important than his life. "Oh wow, what a coincidence!"

You're like a crashing wave.

"Tch." He scowled, annoyed.

"Since it's a coincidence, let's go together then!" Mikan proposed, flashing an energized grin. Huge eyes stared up at him bigly with much eager.

Natsume grunted in reply plus a roll of the eyes.

When you hit me, I could not evade.

He spun around, carelessly placing his bag on his shoulder. "Fine."

And there it was. The same situation again—his perfect, sexy back facing her with a divine light and glowing seduction, screaming "HUG ME, COME ON, GLOMP ME!". Her body undergoing that peculiar, strange feeling of being drawn, magnetized. The only difference is, it got stronger. Probably, unmanageable but still controllable if and only if her sanity was in tact. Thank goodness, she was still holding on to her sanity, barely.

The moment you hit me, I drown, I drown, drown.

It was too late to save herself. The urge was too strong to bear. Mikan, who had a hard time controlling urges, made a flying leap coupled with a background of circles and dots of different colors to match. She leaped victoriously and tenderly, overbearingly attacked Natsume behind with a hug.

Yes, yes a hug.

A hug full of rainbows and butterflies and pa-pa-paradise.

Almost paradise. Oh lala.

Her arms wrapped on his neck, as she hung loosely at him, her feet off the ground.

Natsume, in turn, was surprised at first. But eventually, he liked it. Heck, it was almost paradise. He clutched her legs firmly to secure her from falling over.

I can't save myself. I'm drowning, drowning.

Indeed today was special. Because today, she drowned.

But you saved me.

And was saved.

HEADS UP! Natsume—chibi-form, in a devil costume—was casting a flame and says:

REVIEW OR DIE.

See you next time!

Thank you, thank you. ^^V