DML: Hey guys. A warning first about this fic. It's gonna be dark and sad. If you do not like these genres, then I strongly advice you to boycott this fic. And for those who choose to stay til the end, I thank you. :) I do not own GA. Enjoy. And if you do not understand anything, either continue reading or pm me XD

The Invisible Line

Prologue: The Death That Fueled The Beginning

There she lay, motionless; eyes widened and mouth agape on the blood-stained floor. In her hand was a small thumb drive containing top secret information. She coughed and spluttered some blood from her mouth, struggling to breath but the blood gushing from her gun shot wound near her stomach wasn't helping. She clutched the small wonder of technology in her palm and blinked away the tears forming in her eyes. She couldn't die now. Not after what he told her. Not after what she promised. She felt the darkness threatening to take over and clutched the mandarin orange stone. Concentrating hard, she managed to teleport herself to her neighbour's room. It was empty. A tear rolled down her face as she struggled to get up. She screamed as the pain shot through her body once more. Her vision was blurred and her bangs covered her eyes. Just then the door creaked open and a gasp of horror was heard. Hotaru blinked and tried clearing her vision as she stared into the clear cerulean eyes. Ruka stared back into her violet ones and trailed down to her blood stained clothes.

'I love you very, very much,' and with a smile, she gave into the darkness and fell forward, apologizing to her best friend in her head. Ruka caught her before she hit the floor and turned her so that she faced him. He cupped her cheek and gave it a little pat hoping that she'll be offended and aim her baka gun at him. He sniffled and hugged her close, tears streaming down his face and noticed a small black rectangular object slip from her fingers. The white parts of it were stained scarlet. The metallic taste of her blood was now invading his nose, making him nauseous. He took one more look at her peaceful face and heard a scream that came from himself.

'HOTARU!!'

'I'm sorry, baka.'

Mikan sat up from her bed immediately. If her hearing had been correct, the shout sounded like Ruka's voice, and did Hotaru just whispered to her? She tossed her bed covers and dashed to Hotaru's room, knocking it furiously. She felt a premonition-and usually she was right about them.

'…'

There wasn't any answer from the room and she decided to try Ruka's room. She noticed the door was slightly ajar and swung it open, only to stay rooted to the ground at the sight before her. The blond was on his knees, hugging the lifeless corpse of the raven haired girl. Her face was peaceful but something wasn't right. Mikan noticed that Hotaru's lips were pale but scarlet at the tips and saw the wound near Hotaru's stomached that stained her shirt blood red. Her eyes widened and her hands covered her mouth. The beads of tears were spilling out from her hazel eyes as she took in the scene she could not look away from.

'No,' she whimpered and her knees buckled. 'No.'

She ran forward and snatched Hotaru's lifeless body from Ruka, shaking her violently.

'Wake up! Hotaru, wake up! Baka!' she screamed and shook her best friend, hoping she would spring to life and smack her or something. Ruka was stunned and just looked on helplessly at the brunette. Her screams had now awakened half the academy and they were now outside Ruka's door, gasping and crying.

'Mikan, that's enough,' Natsume, suddenly appearing, spoke and snaked his strong arms around her waist to hold her back. 'Enough.'

The brunette ignored him and continued shaking her best friend, determined and stubborn enough to think that she'll awaken. She was losing her energy and Natsume's arms were doing a good job holding her back. Mikan slowly let go of Hotaru's body and cried into Natsume's chest. He gently stroked her hair and studied Ruka's expression. He couldn't read anything from his blank tear-stained face and looked back at the blackmailer, now dead. He looked away and swallowed that lump creeping up his throat. However, like Ruka, he too noticed the black rectangle object near Hotaru's hand from the corner of his eye. He raised an eyebrow and reached for it. He flipped the thumb drive over and found the sratch marks of his initials.

'No way.' He realized something as his eyes widened with horror.

Hotaru's funeral came and went. But the depression still lingered in the academy. Mikan was trying her best to smile despite what's happened. She knew that Hotaru would probably be aiming baka shots at her if she saw her in this state. She had given a tearful eulogy with the support of Natsume and Subaru, Hotaru's older brother. She sighed and walked past the flower bed near the path that led to her sakura tree. She gave a sad smile as her eyes flicked from the red roses to the violets. The water works were creeping up but stop half way as Mikan felt another premonition. Without hesitation, she sped up to Ruka's room and burst in.

'Ruka!' she shouted and searched the room for the blond animal lover, but to no avail. His clothes were no where to be found and the room looked like it hadn't been occupied. She clutched her head and massaged her temples, closing her eyes.

It wasn't until 3 months later that he returned, happier and much more alive. He acknowledged the fact that he still loves and misses Hotaru but decided that being sad wasn't going to bring her back. Everyone realized that Ruka was right. No wonder Mikan had been trying her hardest everyday to smile no matter what happened.

But the rest could never follow in hers or Ruka's footsteps.

2 years later after the death of Hotaru Imai came the death of Mikan Sakura.

The ebon haired lad was lying against the high chair in his office, feet propped up on his office desk. At a tender age of 20, the academy has appointed him CEO of RSP, a company where everything and anything was manufactured. People loved weird and exotic things and what better way than to have alices work there and produce them? Of course, non-alices worked there too. The only reason he agreed to this high ranking job was because of his salary. He could support his family very well. He ran a hand threw his dark hair and stared at the photo frame on his desks. Things were much happier way back then. So many things had happened in the past 5 years. Imai's death, Ruka's disappearance and return 3 months later. That day. He cringed in thought of that day as that was the day that Mikan had died. He would've hoped it was a natural death but it wasn't. It was because of him that she died. 2 years or so after Imai's death, some assassin managed to sneak in and wanted to rid of the black cat. But some girl had blocked his way only to be injured fatally, but not before managing to strike a fatality of her own. She then crumbled to the ground and whispered her three words of devotions to Natsume. He was stunned, just as how Ruka was when Hotaru died. Ruka was there to help him through it though, being his best friend. They often made jokes about switching sexual preferences and starting a relationship between themselves, since both of the love of their lives died.

'Beep,' beeped the telephone, interrupting Natsume's reverie.

'What.'

'She's here,' a smooth cool voice said.

Natsume ignored the woman as he knew she would usher his new secretary in. He took the photo frame and kept it in his drawer. He stared at the clock, hoping to turn back time and realized the newbie was late for her interview. He narrowed his eyes and his lips parted to pass a comment but she beat him to it.

'I can explain! The bus came late!' Natsume was rendered silent and froze. That voice, he knew it too well. It sounds deeper and more matured, but he recognizes her voice anywhere. Turning to face his new employee, he was taken aback when his crimson eyes clashed with the most stunning chocolate brown eyes ever, even more stunning then when he last saw them. Her long brown hair with curls at the end was pulled back into a neat ponytail and her dressing was that of a complex smart woman. He sucked in a breath of air and reached out to touch her hand. He could feel her! Of course, the girl flinched back a little and raised an eyebrow, handing him her application. He took it and gasped a manly gasp at her name.

'Mikan Sakura?'

And that's the prologue for you, yup.

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Thank you for reading :)

Sorry for the errors!

Oh, before I forget again, I'd like to thank Fat Dude for helping me out with this story and editing it and I'd also like to give my thanks to Coconut XD