Gakuen Alice Fanfiction--i Just Want You To Know

I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW—REVISED Standard disclaimer applied. I told you, I never own Gakuen Alice. Long explanation of the revision ahead, beware, fella. Hope you enjoy this :) He sighed heavily seeing her, every feature of her, her curvy body, her cute face, her innocent eyes, her oh-so-kissable lips from different angles. He wouldn't get bored of this, for sure. He stared at five small monitors after him, admiring her in small forms on the frames, something he had been doing since ages ago. He wasn't a sick psycho, he wasn't a stalker either, he only wanted to know how she had been doing. He would make sure Persona didn't break his promise--as long as his precious Black Cat did his deed, his friends would be safe, especially the little kitty who hovered around him all the time. Therefore, he bought all these spyware things from Imai. Note to self: Do not ever buy anything from her again except on a very, very strict situation. Everyone knew Imai planted hidden cameras on every corner of the academy, and he would make use of that for observing Mikan. Imai raised her eyebrows high hearing this; 'You're on the same class as her,' she stated questioningly, 'you can take a look at her closer than my cameras can do.’ He didn't reply. It was a rhetorical question, Imai herself was aware of the answer, and she asked that just for seeing what kind of mask he wore when he heard the words. She was curious at his feeling after his 'break-up' with her best friend. True, he had let go of Mikan Sakura. It was for the best, he thought selfishly. He distanced himself from every single people (for his mission was now in another new kind of level), sat in the dark, creepy part of the room, and eyed every suspicious movement like a hawk focusing on his prey. And Mikan Sakura had let go of him, too. Because he had given up, she gave up, too. He couldn't take the risk of her catching him gazed at her hungrily like that. He didn't want to lose his cool persona and smile when she tilted her head to her side, a silent note of 'what's wrong? Mission again?’ He didn't want to run across the room and hug her tightly, then whispered something forbidden like love. Come to think about it again, how long it had been like this? He mused, then realized this condition had worked for three torturous years. Their closest contact was their meeting on a certain Sakura Tree every full moon, and on that occasion, both of them said nothing. It was like an unspoken appointment: every full moon, when the moon held high on the black sky, they would rendezvous on the tree. He would wait, and she would come. They would sit with so much space between them, or sometimes he sat on the branch and she on the ground under him. They would look into each other eyes as long as they could, never mind the cold breeze playing with their hair or the falling petals of the cherry blossom. The most important thing was the person in front of them. He would show hard eyes, she would prepare her crestfallen eyes. She would always tremble and he would always lit a small fire to dance around her for keeping her warm. The longest talk they ever had was her murmuring softly: "How's it going, Natsume-kun?" And he would close his eyes, savoring the echo of his name on her lips, absorbed it, then replied with a harsh: "It's fine." Then they fell silent again. He hated when the cloud covered the moon because it meant they couldn’t meet. He loather how those dramas created couple under full (or fool, he thought in misery) moon appeared to be so romantic when the truth it was so painful. "Imai to Hyuuga," a monotonous, wary voice came out, buzzed from a walkie-talkie on his hand. "Hn," he hummed. Maybe Imai was the closest person to him right now--in appearance. Besides Persona, she was the only person he talked to in more than two or three words. Well, they held the same interest, after all. "She would say yes," the inventor said after a while. He nodded, knowing Imai was also zooming at him somewhere. "That Kyou boy had been in love with her since three years

ago. Maybe more..." she trailed on, but he did not pay attention to the rest of the sentence. He had been in love with her since forever, so she could say yes to him, too... "You will be the death of her, you know," Imai spoke. "Huh?" he replied rather dumbly, wrinklinghis forehead. Imai heaved a sigh, and he could hear it clearly from the speaker. "If you keep acting like this to us, to her," she gave a mountain of pressure on the last word, and maybe she would happily spell the name to him if he pretendednot to understand, "you really will be the death of her. Mikan is the death of me, so I will die too. And you will die because you can't take it anymore." The gadget-freak got a point. "You will regret this-" "It's too late, Imai, damn, fuck off!" he cut emotionally. "It's not, idiot," she retorted back quickly. "Run there. You are the black cat. Say I love you; be mine, sorry, everything." "I've got no time, no matter how fast I am," he said despondently. "This walkie-talkie," she snapped impatiently, "... ah, just press the red button on the back, left corner. Then talk. Just talk. Mikan will hear you." He was so desperate, so suffering. He could feel his eyes stung, he couldn't think. Mikan, his Mikan... They were eighteen right now. He had buried her so-called-love deep for eight straight years, and he was about to explode. Moreover, the situation never helped. "Mikan," he breathed. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," he said, first with a firm voice, then became slower and weaker from one confession to another. He leaned down; placing his head between his knees, shut his eyes after seeing his hands shook when he grabbed the walkie-talkie. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou..." he came with faster speaking, hoping it would be meaningless. Just like when you said I'm scared all over again, the word scared itself would lose its meaning and we wouldn't sense the fear afterwards because 'scared'was now nothing. However, when he said love, the feeling only got worse. He had failed miserably to stop loving her. He threw the invention then, and he was surprised Imai's voice was still as clear as daylight because he tossed it hard. "She knows it's you," Imai reported, since he didn't dare to look at the monitors. "She turned Kyou down." He couldn't decide between feeling happy or sad. He simply didn't know what he felt. Chaos, the only word which could describe it. "I'll show you some interesting clips," He still didn't look up. He could only hear. Students cheered, especially girls. He comprehended that his little monologue was heard all over the academy. Two options: a. thank Imai, and kill her b. kill Imai. He could only hope Persona didn’t know it was him. But that masochist would know sooner or later—and he had to be ready, for Mikan. A hormonal female pupil screamed to (apparently) her boyfriend, "Do something as sweet as that to me, Hun," "Is it that Mikan--Mikan as in Hyuuga's partner?" "Whoa--some balls he gets there, asking Hyuuga's girl--" "Does that mean Mikan-chan actually 'free' from the start?" Those assholes never knew the truth. Everything still looked like normal days to outsiders-wherever Natsume stood, there Mikan was--but Class B knew better that the infamous 'couple' actually never talked. No communications. Zero, nada. He glanced up finally and saw Narumi held a tangerine doll with a sad smile on his face, and he was sure he mouthed something like happily ever after. The last clip was a close-up of Mikan, her lips formed 'Natsume-kun', a tear was ready on the corner of her big eyes, then moved to the scene when she turned the poor Kyou down. --

Tonight was supposed to be a full moon, but it was cloudy. Drizzles had started, and he barely could see the moon. But he finally saw it, only for a second, but that was enough. He didn't want to take the risk she was waiting there for him. He took his raincoat in hurry, while his mind searching for the words he was going to say to her later if she came--he really hoped she would come, but it wasn't good for health. She would catch cold. Maybe it was better she didn't go at all. He leaped from tree to tree slowly, because the raindrops made branches slippery. He really wanted to see her. To know where this relationship would lead him. To know whether he was strong enough for her. To know if she felt how arrogant of him, ditching and confessing just like that. And there she was, under the pink Sakura Tree, with her purple umbrella (birthday present from Imai). She wore a stripped sweater and baggy jeans that had been wet on the ankle part. She sucked the inside of her cheeks and glared, he thought she was mad at him, but was conscious that she tried not to cry after observing her eyes for a moment. It was slightly red. When he showed up--jumping and appearing few steps in front of her, she broke. She sobbed in such way that you would know how damn long she held her tears. "You know that I love you too," she whispered, then hiccupped. He kissed her on the next second, a simple, chaste kiss, only a slight meeting of lips. He straightened again and took her umbrella, since he had to bend so low because of that thing. Mikan's right hand still clutched to his coat, and when she removed it, it produced a sound like a boot squeaked. They both were very close, but their body didn't come in contact. "You will wait?" "I will wait." "Until graduation?" "Until graduation." "Promise me you will take care of yourself." "We've talked about my clumsiness three years ago, Natsume-kun. The time we parted." "I know." "Of course you know. You're a genius." They both chuckled. "I really will be there for you on the graduation." "You will." "And we live happily ever after." "Yeah," she smiled. "Happily ever after." -FINA.N.: This is the revised version. Completely revised. I re-read this story and found the old one was born with no climax and meaning, and I got an idea to re-write it. If you want to read the old version, just copy this link, remove the slash. http : // Some people said the old one is cute and funny, and now I made this sappy and sad. Sorry... I can't help it. Review if you have time. Share me your opinion--which one is better, the old one or the new one. If you have reviewed before, just give me feedback with anonymous reviewer. Thanks for reading, guys. :)1755 words. Uh.