A/N: I'm back! Did you miss me? (if you say no I may cry T_T) Anyway, it took me a while to get back into this because taking so much time away from a story really took a hit at my muse... It's alive again though, for those who care. So, yes. Enjoy~

Rated F: for the F bomb because Narumi is going to use that word like... 3 times I think in the chapter. He's in a bad mood, give him a break :)

Summary: "I hate everything about you." Five words. "I... I hate you too, Natsume." And so the first domino in a long line fell… "Good." For better or for worse only time would tell… He never did see the tears streaming down her face as he walked away.

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Chapter 13: Almost Sorry

Narumi wasn't sure how long he had been here in this room, chained to a chair with the links wrapping around his chest, ankles, and most importantly, his wrists where the metal warmed by his own body heat was cutting into the delicate flesh there, already marred by rope burns. Blood oozed around the places where the chains had cut into his skin, dried over in some places, fresh in others. His hands were sticky with the substance and his aching fingers twitched. His head still throbbed and he was willing to bet that blow to the head he'd received from one of the AAO's brutes had given him a mild concussion. He still was having problems keeping his thoughts straight and it wasn't because of the drugs anymore. Those were gone from his system.

After the initial interrogation led by Yuka herself, the lights had been dimmed down from their previously painful heights to an almost-darkness where he could see but the bare minimum, the AAO apparently not wanting to waste any more electricity than they had to on their prisoner. Narumi was okay with that though. There wasn't much to look at in the first place.

The heavy metal door to Narumi's cell slid open, the metal creaking loudly, and in walked two people who Narumi had come to loath seeing. A harsh amount of light spilled in from the outside, causing the blond to squeeze his eyes shut in pain, keeping them closed until the tell-tail screech of metal told him that the door was closed and the room had been returned to it's semi-darkness once more.

"Come by to check on me?" he drawled in question, finally peeling his eyes open. "How sweet! I'm touched, really."

The sarcasm in his voice was thick and sneered. Yuka's eyebrow twitched in irritation, but did Narumi care? Hmm... no. No he did not.

"I see you're doing well she inquired in a detached voice.

He snorted.

"Oh, yes. I'm just chained to a chair in a room with no aesthetic value whatsoever in who-knows-where that looks just like your typical interrogation room from those bad yakuza movies. I've got fucking metal tearing apart the skin on my wrists, have been drugged, am captive to an enemy organization and... did I mention that I probably-most-likely have a concussion because on of your stupid apes thought that it would be a good idea to hit me in the head with a fucking rock? Yes. I'm fantastic!"

Yuka blinked and stared at him for a moment, taking in the dried and caked blood covering the top of his head and most of the side of his face and then his hands and wrists, all red and brown with blood stemming from where the tight bindings met skin.

"I will have a doctor check on you, then," she said finally.

The teacher didn't deign her with a response.

Ringo finally spoke up from her place behind her mentor.

"Are you ready to give us the information we need?" she asked in her high, cold voice.

"Uh... no. Not really."

Jade eyes hardened.

"Do you really want to go through this again? Tell us what we need and we will release you."

Narumi smirked at her, bringing back more of his old, arrogant attitude from back when he was a student.

"How about no, shorty?"

Ringo frowned in annoyance and Yuka put a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't argue with him," she murmured.

"Yes, Yuka-san." She obeyed immediately.

The captive Alice smiled then, seeing an opening to antagonize the youngest person in the room. Because if he was going to be a prisoner in this place... hell if he wasn't going to at least cause some emotional damage to the people keeping him here.

"Hmm... I can see why Ringo-chan was so ready to replace you with Mikan-chan as her big sister. No personality. No mind of your own... 'Yes, Yuka-san!'" he mocked. "You really are a waste of a human being..."

Kaori grit her teeth in anger and clenched her fists, but did nothing more than glare the hell out of Narumi. Yuka's hand on her shoulder tightened.

'Okay then, let's rile her up a little more,' he thought with a smirk.

"You should see her. Really. Prancing around Mikan, calling her Onee-sama, walking with her to and from classes... they eat lunch together, and- oh, yes I almost forgot. She's growing her hair out now to match her big sister Mikan's!" he ended with a laugh, simply delighted by the look of rage and pain on his past students face - like she had been stabbed in the heart and he's just twisted the knife - and the one of anger on Yuka's.

He twisted the knife a little more.

"I have to wonder if she even thinks about her dead big sister anymore... After all I haven't even see her cry once since she met Mikan. She loves her. They're always together when they can be now. She's replaced you quite thoroughly so-"

He was cut of my the swift impact of a fist thrown by none other than the seething girl before him, breathing hard and trying visibly to calm herself down.

"Just shut up!" she shrieked at him.

Hissing at the pain in his cheek and jaw before pushing it to the back of his mind, Narumi tilted his head to the side and looked through his hair towards her and her still outstretched fist. Hot tears were running down her cheeks now and Narumi almost felt sorry for her.

Key word being: almost.

Instead he just just gave her a bloody grin, eying the the red smear on her fist that was his very own blood with amusement.

What did it matter if he spilled a little more?

"Shall I go on...?" he asked cruelly.

There was no reply except for harsh breathing and furious eyes and more tears. Yuka watched from a distance, detached from the whole scene. But Narumi could see that she was a hairsbreadth away from intervening.

"Heh." He sneered at her. "How about I tell you about the time when Ringo-"

"Shut up!" Kaori screamed. "Shut up, shut up, shut. Up!"

A blood smeared fist raised itself to strike again and Narumi stared it down calmly and waited for impact, only for it to be caught at the wrist by a stronger Yuka Azumi. The brunet lowered the blondes arm and gave it a hard squeeze before releasing it.

"Leave," Yuka said softly.

The command was simple and the tone left no option for argument.

"Leave," Yuka continued, "and rest. I'll call for you later."

Reluctantly, Kaori nodded and looked away.

Wiping her cheeks of tears, she gave an obedient, "Yes, ma'am."

Her foot steps clacked loudly on the cold cement floor and Narumi watched her exit with a smirk. The steel door slammed shut behind his old students' lithe form and the blond clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Such a violent girl," he said with a loud sigh. "She never did behave like that back at the Academy. Oh how the great have fallen... Even if they never really were great to begin with. But whatever."

His words were met with a deadpan look from the Alice thief, but he just continued on.

"Is that the best you have, by the way? A pissed off, hormonal, emo-in-training little child? Because if it is, then that's just sad," Narumi informed Yuka cheekily, turning his head to face her. "Hey, what's with that look, sempai?" - Yuka didn't miss the malicious tone he sneered his old title for her with- "Why, I'd say you were mad at me or something outrageous like that. What? Are you grumpy because I didn't greet you with a hug and tears of joy? Unchain me and maybe we can see about doing something to rectify that horrible mistake on my behalf."

"That was cruel, Naru," she told him honestly. "You don't know how much it hurt her to leave and let Ringo think she was dead. What you said... hurt more than any sort of physical wound you could have given her."

"And yet," Narumi countered icily, "she still left her. And why does it matter if it hurt her? After all of the damage that you've inflicted upon me - and it's not all just emotional you know - I think it's only fair."

Yuka bit her lip and her eyes lit with fury.

"Then take it out on me and not a child!"

He chuckled.

His heart hurt to much right now to feel any remorse.

"Ah, but Sempai, you see... this is just all the better. By hurting those that you actually do care about I can hurt you as well. But if you really do want me to attack you specifically, I have a whole lot of material that I can use. For example, did you know that Mikan-chan hates you? You and Sensei both. Because you left her all alone in this world."

It was a blatant lie, but Narumi didn't care. He was going for hurts, and - ah. There is was: a flash of pain in those pretty eyes of hers.

Good.

He continued.

"Did you know that she calls me 'Otou-san'? That she wishes I could be her father because she knows that, unlike her biological parents-" Yuka couldn't help but give a full body flinch at the way he had addressed her and Yukihara - as nothing more than the people who created Mikan. She was harshly reminded then that Mikan didn't know anything about her parents and would never consider her a mother nor Sensei a father, "-I would never abandon her."

"I didn't have a choice," she said in defense, clenching her fists and looking down.

"You say that, but you and I both know that's a lie," Narumi snarled and leaned forwards against his bonds. "You had options!"

"Like what! Huh, Narumi? Tell me what choices I could have made, because even after all theses years, I still don't see what else I could have done!"

"You could have trusted your friends to help you and Mikan out!"

Violet burned into emerald. All of Narumi's fire left him then and this time he addressed her in a whisper.

"You could have trusted me Yuka. I would have helped you out and you know it." His voice was pained and Yuka had to look away. "But you didn't trust me. You never did."

And the accused couldn't say anything because he was right. She hadn't trusted him. Not enough.

"I have to go now," she said finally, her voice strong and sure despite the turmoil she was experiencing inside. "Shiki and some of my men will be here shortly to move you to your permanent cell and they will feed you then as well."

She turned on her heel and walked to the door that Kaori had stormed out of just minutes earlier. Hesitating sightly, she turned to look back at the shackled figure behind her.

"... goodbye, Narumi."

She opened the door and shut it behind her quickly. Violet eyes stared at the door that Yuka had just gone through.

Narumi Anjou hung his head; miserable and unable to do anything about the tears flowing unwillingly down his cheeks.

"Goodbye Yuka."

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Back at Gakuen Alice, things were in chaos.

A teacher had been kidnapped.

A teacher had been kidnapped.

A teacher had been kidnapped.

Narumi-sensei...

If that wasn't enough to make over a thousand students and teachers go nuts, Mikan didn't know what would. Weren't the teachers supposed to be the ones who helped, lead, and protected them after all? Teachers didn't just get- get snatched up by the AAO so easily.

'They shouldn't have been able to capture him so easily!'

Mikan buried her face into her pillow and screamed in frustration. Ever since the whole incident occurred three days ago, things had gotten extremely intense. Guards had arrived by the bus to be stationed around the famous teaching institution and Natsume and the other agents of the DA were working non-stop right now to try and figure out just how they had gotten in.

Her lessons with Persona were currently postponed as well.

All that was left now was to go to class and talk to her friends. But even then the conversation was strained with worry and their words drifted back to the current matter at hand.

And now she was just sitting in her room, trying not to go stir crazy.

It was driving Mikan mad.

She needed to do something to help! Just sitting here was driving her insane...

Mikan blinked suddenly, remembering something that she had heard about a while back. Something from when she was ten years old and the AAO had gotten in, though they had been quickly stopped by the DA before anything could happpen.

["You're wondering how they got in? Well... they say that there's a wormhole somewhere in the Academy - that it leads to the outside world. If that's true, I'd bet that they used it to get inside."

"Really?" Mikan had asked, hazel eyes wide with wonder.

A nod.

"Well... where is it?"

"I don't know. Rumor is that it's somewhere in the high school division... But I wouldn't think too hard on it, chibi-chan. It's just a rumor."

Tono mussed her hair with a grin and Mikan quickly dismissed the rumor from her mind.]

Her eyes widened, just like before. A growing idea lit their depths.

"The wormhole..." she whispered, a smile growing on her face. "That's it!"

Mikan rolled off her bed and ran out of her dorm.

A/N: Psh. We all know what Mikan's going to try and do next *laughs* but this time it's for totally different reasons. ^^

Uh. I apologize because this chapter very likely sucked. I promise that the next one will be better.

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