Isn't this so exciting?

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The thunder outside roared and the sky circled with swirls of clouds. Natsume felt his heart scrunch up and for a moment, he felt his vision clouded-like the sky outside.

I want to break up with you.

He felt his face slowly let out a small grin, though he could feel his arms trembling a little as he placed them onto her shoulders again.

"You're just testing me right? Come on, you're scaring me. You didn't mean-" He tried to joke.

Mikan once again pushed his hands off her shoulders abruptly, breaking off his speech. Her gaze met his firmly, and he noted that her eyes were not the same pair that he was used to seeing. Sure, it was brown, the same shade, but something was off. The sparkle was doused out with the rain. He felt his arms drop limply to his side. For a moment, they stood there in silence, as the nature outside continued its rampage. He didn't know what to say. They simply stared at each other.

"You're serious about this?" he found himself began.

"Do you need me to repeat myself? I want to break up with you." She hissed, this time stressing every single word in her sentence.

It is a wonder how just 7 words can make Natsume feel like his heart was shot and blown up into pieces. His eyes dropped to the floor, going through all sorts of weird things in his mind. What did he do…How did it suddenly become like this…? Why…Why…Why?

"Why?" He shakily began, meeting her eyes.

He watched as Mikan rolled her eyes at him and smirked. "Well, obviously I got bored of you." She said matter-of-factly and his eyebrow twitched with confusion.

"Bored…of me?" Did he hear her right? What was it that day that made her every word seem like poison to him? If this was a joke, she needed to stop now.

"Why are you making me repeat everything, Hyuuga?" She rolled her eyes again.

Hyuuga. His own name sounded foreign to him. She had just called her Hyuuga. She didn't even call him that the first time. He stood there, blank, unmoving, as his own name sank into his brain and all her words, her behaviour, her attitude. They stung his heart like needles-the rain outside continued to double in size and the wind joined in.

"Was it something I did?" He started, hoping she would not notice how much his fists were trembling.

"I just said, you bored the heck out of me, Hyuuga. I just got tired of your face and your lame jokes." She finally turned away from him, but Natsume pushed her back against the wall forcefully so that she yelped.

"Ouch!" She flinched as her back slammed back into the wall. "You're hurting-" She broke off, realising the hands on her shoulders were shaking and the crimson red eyes were clouded up-it was the first time she saw him like that. He was dying on the inside, and Mikan swallowed. The pain in his eyes was slowly eating her away too. But she must keep her act together.

"You're lying."

"I'm not." She snapped at him, struggling to break free, but the hold on her shoulders tightened. She could see his knuckles turning white. It was starting to hurt her.

"You're fucking kidding me. Was it some other guy? Tell me. Fucking tell me now!" He hollered at her.

"Yes. It IS SOME OTHER GUY!" She yelled back into his face, and instantly felt his hold on her weaken. He broke. She needed to end this soon, or she would crumble together with him.

"But I..I thought," He stuttered.

"This is what I hate about you! You never listen to what I try to say! He wouldn't hurt me like you did!" She gripped her shoulders in pain, after effects of his outrage. "I hate you!" She continued screaming.

There was now fire in Natsume's eyes as he clenched his fist once more. "You're so arrogant and selfish, you never think about what I want-" And she shut up when he punched the wall beside her face. She could see the veins running through his arms and she wondered if they were at the brim of bursting.

"Are you trying to hit me? Do it then!" She screeched, not backing down. Once it started, it could only end.

When Natsume raised his arms once more, Mikan closed her eyes. She deserved to be hit. If it would ease his pain a little- but the punch never did come. She opened her eyes to see Natsume's figure stalking off and stumbling towards the entrance. "I'm sorry for anything I did. I hope you're happy." He didn't turn back to look at her, and she didn't need to see him to know that he was crying. She didn't look at him either, staring down at the floor.

"I could never hate you," She heard before the door to the house slammed shut.

Still gripping onto her shoulders, Mikan felt herself slide down until she was crouched on the floor. She was glad Natsume had already left. Because if he had stayed any longer, he would see her that way- sobbing her heart out and trembling on the floor, choked in her own tears, hands pulling at her hair as all she could do was listen to the rain outside wash out their relationship, their memories, his steps and his voice.

He was smiling one moment, holding her hand, laughing and cuddling, when suddenly all he saw was darkness, and she was gone. All he could hear were her screams and cries. His legs immediately took off-but he ended up nowhere. He could only call out to her as her voice grew distant, his consciousness faded-

And he fell back into reality, eyes fluttering open, on his bed. His house. His bed. Just him. Nobody else. No Mikan.

The rain had stopped. Outside, a blanket of clouds still blocked out the Sun.

He counted 1…2…3. 3 days since he had broken up with her. Or she had broken up with him. He still saw her everywhere he went-swinging her legs on his armchair, flipping over his books, on the couch with a movie, in his mind, in his dreams, in his heart. But then he would blink, and she would slowly dissolve away, only leaving behind memories.

For days, he had waited for a call…a text. A knock on the door. That she would come and tell him it was all a joke, a mistake. That she was ready to come back to him again. Instead, his phone only buzzed of missed calls from his friends and teachers-he hadn't been going to school- and then nothing else.

It's funny how all he saw was her even when she was no longer his.

Maybe it was the end.

She smiled as her hand browsed through the pile of watched movies on the floor. Her hands swept through them, lingering a bit longer on that one and last horror movie she had ever watched with him. She carefully picked it up, inspected it, then took it with her, down to her room and added it into her luggage of belongings.

Her hands traced through the places they were at. The dining table-the chair he always sat in. The balcony where she could see him coming and leaving. The couch that they cuddled together on. These are the things she could not bring away, the things only left behind as flickers of a memory, fragments of a wish unheard.

She returned to her room. Grabbing a pen and some lose sheets of paper, she began to write. She poured her feelings into it, like the day the rain poured on him as he left, and her tears. She wasn't a very good writer, but today, the words just spilled out and came to her as if she had known it all along.

It's funny how she always knew this day would come, but never expected it to be this difficult.

She wiped the last of her tears, and slipped the paper into an envelope. She stood up as she heard her guardian call her. Letter in one hand, her luggage dragged behind her-as she sealed off what may be the last of her memories.

She had hoped, that it didn't have end so soon.

He finally made it out of his room. 3 days of shutting himself in and barely eating anything tired him out. He made his way to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water at one go. He slumped on the sofa, staring at the whirling ceiling fan above him. It was going to drizzle, he noted. As he turned his body slightly, he thought he saw someone just standing there, back facing the house, near the mailbox. But when he looked again, there was no one there. Just a gust of wind over the bare front yard.

She stopped in her tracks and faced the house in front of her. She had been in there a few times, and it was always lonely, grey and cold. But she thought it suited Natsume's personality, or shaped him in way. He should be in school by then, but she couldn't help but hope that just a tiny bit-she could see him-or even a part of him-maybe just his head- again, albeit from afar. There was no sign of life in his room, or any part of the house. She left her luggage out on the lawn before moving forward silently to the mailbox. Natsume never checks them, she knew. She slipped the brown envelope into the mailbox and stood there, silently, just taking in the last of the view around her, the wind in her hair and her face.

She didn't turn back to look at the house once. Slowly but surely, she began to move forward, one step at a time. Leaving, with all the goodbyes hanging in her steps, his name dangling by her lips.

He blinked, eyes not leaving the mailbox. He remembered.

"Hey Natsume. Don't you ever check your mailbox?"She tapped on the metal box a few times.

"Why would I? Nothing comes out of it." He replied, opening it for her to take a look. Empty. "See?"

"Who knows? My parents send me funny mails sometimes. Maybe one day you'll get a secret pen pal!" Mikan just laughed.

"I don't need any secret pen pals when I have you," He smirked.

"Stop teasing me. Well, maybe one day I'll drop you something, since my Natsume is so lonely." She sheepishly grinned.

The leaves whirled around, crashing against the metal mailbox unusually. Such a small drizzle should not invite such big winds, he thought.

Anyway, no harm checking it, right?

Before he remembered what he was doing, he felt his own legs moving. The letter in one hand, his legs moving through the lawn, faster and faster. He didn't care if he was still in slippers-he just ran. Mindlessly, faster than the wind could carry his legs. He ran across roads, and arrived panting so heavily that he could barely talk.

"Mi…Mikan! Mikan! Are…are you…are you in there? Open..the door. Open…it. Please…I'm begging you…Open it…" He panted, banging on her door, just like he did the night they broke up.

Instead, her guardian opened the door. "Oh!" She exclaimed at the sight of him. "Are you alright?"

"Please…Please tell me where Mikan went."

"Mikan? She already left with all her things!" She frowned hard.

"When…When did she leave?"

"Just a few minutes ago! She should be waiting, or on the bus."

And he ran off once more, leaving a very puzzled lady at the door.

Mikan sat alone in the bus stop, hands held tightly to her luggage. She was wearing that same dress she wore when she had first seen Natsume. She was hoping that the bus would never come. She slowly stood up, reaching out her hand again to feel the raindrops dancing on her arm. Closing her eyes, she could only picture the day she had done the exact same thing, and when Natsume first talked to her. She could see his face, his smirk, his dark raven hair, and the way his eyebrows lifted when he was surprised. She kept picturing him and telling herself how he looked like, so that she wouldn't ever forget about how he looked. Every detail. She would remember as much about him as she could. She would bring their memories together, anywhere she goes.

Her eyes flipped open as a bus pulled into her sight. Waving for it to stop, she boarded the bus. What may be her last journey.

He could see her, just there, standing with her arms outstretched into the drizzle. He had caught up with her! He had! Just a few more roads to go, and he could reach her. He could touch and feel her. He could stop her and hold her back. His feet finally slowed down, now assured that she was still there and had not left yet. He was about to open his mouth to call out her name but a bus pulled up from the side and his view of her was blocked.

No.

No. No!

Natsume knew that that was the only bus that passes through the bus stop. He hadn't been too early. He was still too late in the end.

"Mikan!" He bolted down the streets once more. He kept yelling out her name as loud as he could, hoping she could hear him and stop. He could not just watch her leave like this. He had been just that close, THAT close to getting to her. But within minutes, all he could do was watch and run futilely after the bus that carried her away. Watch the gap between them getting wider and wider and his energy slipping away from him. He had just missed her. She was at his grasp-his fingertips. She was in sight, and wearing that white dress that first got him charmed to her, and never quite got over her. But she was gone the moment he thought he had caught her again. Mikan had slipped away as easily as she slipped into his mind every day.

He could only watch, as the bus went on without him. His legs could move no more, and he could bear to look no more. He let out a furious growl of helplessness as he sunk onto his knees and crouched onto the floor in agony. This had been a lot more painful than the night she broke up with him. It was hard to breathe-whether from the sprints or his heart had stopped functioning-he wasn't sure. After a while, he could only look up into the distance.

And he saw her once again.

She stood there, her hair wet from the rain and clinging to her face, watching him, with tears forming at the corners of her eyes. The bus driver had stopped when he heard some shouts from behind, and no matter how she had hardened herself to move on- she had hastily alighted the bus to see Natsume there.

Natsume rose to his feet slowly, still not believing the sight in front of him. Is that Mikan? Or just another illusion? The bus had stopped after all. He was afraid that this Mikan was going to vanish away at another wave of his hand, like magic. But no, Mikan had remained there. Natsume squinted his eyes in the rain to see that she was sobbing-her hands were wiping her face repeatedly.

With every last bit of energy, he ran forward. Dashed, and cried when their bodies slammed together in that familiar touch-and at once he felt all his energy come back. The warmth, the scent of her, the feeling of her body against his-he could not bear to let her go again. His hand found its way around her waist and he pulled her close, burying his face into her neck and hair, while she sobbed into his chest.

"You silly, stupid, moron." He muffled into her hair.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Natsume. I'm sorry." She choked out.

He broke away slowly from her, so that their foreheads were against each other, red eyes into hazel.

"Shh. You don't have to be sorry. I should be sorry. I was so stupid. I can't believe I never found out. I can't believe I let you experience this pain yourself. I can't believe I almost let you get away from me."

"You have to promise me you'll come back, alright?" He continued, his fingers moving up to caress her cheeks and wipe away the tears-or rain- on her face. Mikan merely sniffed and nodded at his words.

"You have to come back to me. You can't just leave me here, ok? You're the only one for me. Remember that. You can do this. I won't go anywhere while you're gone. I'll wait until you come back." He planted a kiss on her forehead.

"We did meet again in a rainy day after all. I'll always love you, you know that right? No matter where in this world you will be."

"I love you too. So much."

And then he stood there and watched until the bus travelled round the corner and down the road, until he was sure it was gone and he could no longer see it.

Natsume counted the droplets of rain sliding off the windows of the bus, staring into the drizzle just behind the glass. But he turned his gaze when someone called out to him. A brunette girl in a white dress. He smiled.

"Hey, can I sit next to you?" She slid into his arms.

Dear Natsume,

I hope you're not sick after going home in that rain that day.

By the time you read this letter, I don't know where I would be, or if I will even be in this world anymore. I left. I left this place, the house, and most importantly, I left you. Please don't come looking for me.

I still remember that day you asked me why and what you have done that made me leave you. I'm sorry I lied to you, Natsume. It wasn't you. The problem can never be you, you know. You are too perfect for me. Your smile, your gentleness, your charm-I am very lucky to have met you. Too lucky, in fact, but luck will never run on forever. That's the way the world goes.

I'm sorry I lied to you. I didn't move to this place just because my parents wanted me to. I moved here because I was sick. I was never expected to live past the age of 10, but I did, and I paid the price. Until now, the illness might not have claimed my life yet, but my soul had been long taken by it. And I moved here because the hospital that I was admitted to is nearby. You know, the one near the library? I have not been going to the library at all, Natsume. I had to visit the hospital two or three times a week for them to check on me. That's why I stopped going to school, because I could never stay long for a lesson. It was draining and it made me hate my life taking all the tests knowing that the disease was maybe never going to come out of me. But you cheered me up all the time, Natsume. You were the only thing that happened in my life that made my illness worthwhile. When I was tired, you never said anything; you were just there, watching over me. Sometime during this, you became my soul. I'm sorry I had to hurt you this way, but I made up my mind that you deserved more than a sick girlfriend who was probably going to die before you graduate. I regret not making this decision earlier. If I had controlled myself more, if I had just held back a little in our relationship-I would not have to see you crying because of me. I would not have to shred your heart into pieces and try to keep mine together while I walked out of your life and left you in ruins. I'm sorry it had to end that way.

Last month, when I said I went to visit my parents, I actually got admitted to the hospital. It seems like my illness was back in full force, after years of trying to keep it down to its minimum. I already knew it would come sooner or later, anyway. It was like a poison in me, slowly rotting my body until one day everything would just collapse at once. That day, the doctors came in and told me that they had just discovered a new cure-a new technological development that may be effective in curing me once and for all. But they also said that there was only a 30% chance of success, 30% chance that my condition does not improve-but worsen badly. The remaining 40% means that…I would not make it out of that surgery alive.

I took the chances, even though it was a slim 30%, because you gave me hope, Natsume. When I was going to give up on myself, you came in and walked with me, so that I was not alone. You made me feel warm and safe. You entertained my silly requests and tried your best to make me laugh. I had really, truly enjoyed my time with you, even if it was short. I will never forget the day we met and shared that umbrella. You made me love rainy days, you made me love myself. You became the only thing I look forward to.

Do you know that once, my appointment at the doctors had ended early, so I sat there at the library bus stop, waiting for 3 hours just to bump into you on the bus?

Please do not cry, or feel sad. I do not want you to shed anymore tears for someone as unworthy as me. You can hate me-you should. I lied, wasted your time and then just left. All I want you to know is that you were my sunshine, Natsume. Thank you for being there all the time. Even with my next life, I could never make up for the things I had done to you. I'm incredibly selfish, but really-I had not regretted meeting you. You have the sweetest eyes I've ever seen. You will never know, and I can never put to words-how wonderful life seemed when you're in my world.

I tried to say this to you many times, but you always seem to beat me to saying it. I love you, Natsume Hyuuga. I love you, and I'll always do, no matter where I might be. I hope we can meet again someday, and maybe a rainy one.

Lots of Love,
Mikan

The End.

Raindrops-A Gakuen Alice Fanfic.