DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gakuen Alice and the characters used. The plot was all I own.

Some notes: REVISED. AND YES. I WILL INCLUDE A SEQUEL WITH NATSUME'S POINT OF VIEW.


Wasted Second Chance

Written by LunarChan

(A Gakuen Alice Two Shots – Mikan Sakura and Natsume Hyuuga)
[Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort/Angst/Romance]


"Drink more," Natsume placed a shot glass in front of me and I felt my head lighter than before.

I grasped the shot glass within my right hand and smiled before gulping all of it. He smiled back in return.

"That's my girl..." He placed his hands on top of mine on the small round table and my cheeks instantly flushed.

Silly Natsume. He loved making me blush.

The night was young and the teenagers around the club continued to party and rock on. He offered his hand to me and I giggled before taking it and he led me to the dance floor. The music was hard rock and I can't really enjoy it, but we're dancing like the song was a mellow classic.

He planted a kiss on my lips for a second and I felt like my heart would explode any minute now. Blood filled my face and I know I looked like an idiot now.

"I love you," He murmured as we continued to dance. His arms snaked around my waist and my hands were wrapped up around his well-built shoulders.

"I love you more." I whispered back and swayed my body with his.

-xXxXx-

"Are you sure you're alright to drive, Natsume?" I asked. We just left the club and we were now heading to the parking lot.

"Or course–hic–, I am." He answered, playing with the car keys on his hand.

"I can drive us home." I offered, although knowing that my boyfriend wouldn't even let me touch the wheel with my condition.

"Nope," He said, popping the P and flashing his brilliant smile at me.

At times like this, I could feel Natsume's love for me... His protection over me. That he didn't want me to drive.

Or maybe, it's just pride.

"Just let me drive your car this once." I argued, though I never won in any argument with him. "It wouldn't hurt you to let me. I don't think you can even grip the steering wheel."

He stopped walking. We already reached his car. He turned around and held my face with both of his hands. "I can do this. For you." And he kissed my forehead. "Get in, now."

I nodded and quickly made my way to the other side of the car, opened the door, hopped in and closed it. I was never in a hurry to go back home – knowing no one's waiting for me there. But I was just speechless – always speechless when he kisses me.

I looked over him and watched him wear his seatbelt and put the keys into ignition.

At least, he could drive.

I rested my head back on the seat and reclined it so that I could relax a bit. My eyelids slammed shut as my back hit the soft leather seat. I heard the car started and was already zooming off into the streets. I groggily opened my eyes to see him driving. His forehead was creased like there was some kind of a problem he was holding back or something of the sort. I don't know.

I sat up. "What's the matter?"

"Huh?"

"You look... worried?"

"What?" His chuckle echoed around the car. "No, I'm not. Well... A little bit. I was worried of taking you home. I don't want your mother to scold you." And he turned his head to wink at me.

I laughed, but that laughing moment was instantly finished when I saw the truck only meters away from us. "NATSUME!" I quickly pointed for the truck.

"Shit," He muttered and sharply turned left but the truck still hit the car with intensity and I instantly hugged Natsume.

No, no, no, no, no.

Blackness... Darkness... Pain...

Emptiness...

There was blackness. Too much of it. I was already suffocating. I can feel the weak thumping of my heart now. I wanted to fight, but I can't move. It was like I was blind. I can't see anything. I can only see mere darkness around me...

The blackness was overpowering me and I felt strangely fluffy and it's as if my body was floating on top of a cloud.

I heard a grunt.

Natsume!

I wanted to shout, to ask if he's okay. But the blackness around me prevented me from doing so. I heard the car door opened and some footsteps.

"Thanks, man." I heard Natsume murmured.

T-Thanks...?

The more I tried to fight the black surroundings, the more it existed and swallowed me.

The darkness swallowed me and I felt like I was sliding inside a giant tube... And just after that frightening, cold and dark experience, I felt the warmness on my skin and on every part of my body. I can move now.

I opened my eyes and the bright light was so blinding that I had to cover my eyes.

Where am I?

My body stopped sliding or floating or whatever that motion was. I felt my back hit something hard and I got up. My body was sore and the accident was still fresh from my mind.

The first thing I did was to look at my body. I was surprised for my injuries were gone and I was wearing all white.

I stared at my hands. There wasn't even a scratch. I could still remember hitting my head badly and not being able to move freely.

I can still remember the pain. But it seemed too far away now. There's no pain on my body.

I felt so light-headed.

"My child," A voice roared behind the bright light.

I squinted my eyes as I tried to see behind it. W-Who are you?

"I am that I am." That deep voice answered and it echoed on this white paradise.

I gasped. G-God?

"Welcome to Heaven, my dear child."

I-I'm dead? I wanted to cry, but there was no stinging on my eyes. Just an absent, aching feeling.

If I'm in Heaven, I shouldn't be feeling blue; I heard my Mom said that.

"Yes, my child. You remember the car accident. You died. But all your pain was gone now."

W-What about Natsume? I felt another aching and longing feeling on my chest.

"He's alive and well, my child. You protected him."

I left him.

"You did your part, my child."

I... I still want to live.

"Your share on his life is over now, my dear."

But... I still want to say thank you to him. And that... I love him so much.

"My child, you already did."

But... Please, God. Can't I have another chance to talk to him and tell him how much he means to me?

There was silence and I thought God got tired of me. I felt down, but my body is not feeing down. It's only my mind. Is this what it feels like to be in heaven and someone you love was left on earth?

It seems like eternity before his voice rang throughout the entire paradise and my head jolted up in surprise.

"My child, I feel your longingness for him, and thus, I am giving you another chance."

A second chance?

"Yes, a second chance. But... You will be given limited time. And... Everything will not be the same again." I don't know why, but I can sense the sadness in God's voice.

Thank you so much. Thank you, God. Thank you.

"Are you sure it's what you want?"

Yes, God. Definitely sure.

"I hope you'll be happy with the choice you made..."

...

...

...

...

...

I felt the stinging pain on my head once again and the memory was still fresh from my mind.

I can feel my body now. With my eyes still closed, I pinched my stomach. "Oww," It's real. I'm back. I'm alive. God gave me a second chance.

I tried to feel where I am. I let my fingers run over to where my body was currently resting, and I felt bed sheets.

I'm on a bed.

To satisfy my curiosity, I finally opened my eyes and take a look at my surroundings.

I was in a room. I don't know whose room is this. The room was spacious. The walls were painted with purplish paint. There were posters and posters of rock band and there was a desk that was slightly messy. On top of it were albums and CDs and some papers with guitar chords in it. The trash bin was filled with crumpled papers and the cabinet was opened wide with some clothes sticking out. The clothes were always dark-colored: blue, navy blue, black, violet, dark pink, fuchsia...

Whose room is this?

I lifted my feet gently and realized that my nail polish was red. I didn't even remember putting it on. Whose joke is this? I'm wearing a mini skirt and a dark pink long-sleeved blouse. I saw my left arm which was filled with red armbands. And my nail polish was also red.

Who on earth did this to me?

Grunting, I stood up and went in front of the cabinet and faced the mirror.

The first thing that went inside my mind was Who am I?

I can no longer see the Mikan I was supposed to be.

The image in the mirror reflected my horrified gaze and copied what I was doing. Touching my hair, touching my dress and my body.

Then I remembered what God said to me, "Everything will not be the same again..."

I was given a second chance on another body. COOL.

My hair was reddish-brown and it had some red highlights to it. My eyes were deep black now and I have to get used to this. My lips were thin and my nose was just right. My skin was still the fair, creamy white skin I used to have. The only thing that irked me was the heavy makeup.

I have to get used to this.

But not the heavy makeup.

I got a towel from one of the drawers and headed to the mini-bathroom inside the room. I let the water wash over my face and it felt good.

When I was done washing my face, I looked at my new self on the mirror.

Looking slightly good.

I grabbed a brush and brushed my too tangled hair.

Whose body is this? If my time will be up, I'll leave a note to this person to take care of her body.

I took a bath and pulled out some fresh clothes from the cabinet. I changed to a red blouse with black skirt and a pair of sneakers.

I searched for this person's bag or wallet or purse or something where she hides her personal things. I saw a mini black purse with a skull imprinted on it. I grabbed it and opened it to find some petty cash.

Whoa. Rich girl. I grinned as I slid the mini purse on my body.

I took a deep breath before opening the door and to my surprise there was an old woman in front of me that slightly resembled who I am, right now.

"Oh," I mumbled.

"Wow, Amane." So Amane is my name. Not quite flashy. "This is the first time I've seen you go out of your room without your makeup."

"I know, Mom." I rolled my eyes. "For a change."

"Where are you going?" She asked and glanced at the wall clock on the hallway. "Shouldn't you be late for Nana's band concert?"

"I'm not going there, today, Mom. Change of plans." I answered and headed down the stairs before Amane's Mom bombarded me with questions that I don't know if I could still answer all of it.

First thing I wanted to go was the bar where Natsume and I usually goes to.

I called a cab and hopped in, told the driver the address and slumped back. Good thing they're slightly rich.

-xXxXx-

There's still a big crowd in here. My eyes adjusted to the dim disco lights and searched for a certain raven-haired lad.

I found him nowhere.

Well, he must still be grieving over my death. I realized that and made my way to the exit when I bumped to a guy and his drink got spilled all over my red blouse.

"Oh my," I groaned and looked up.

I was surprised to see that piercing ruby eyes once again.

"Oh, sorry," He mumbled. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"Oh, it's fine." I shook my head and smiled at him... The smile that the old Mikan wear. Even though I'm not on my body, my feelings never changed.

"Still, I'm sorry." He offered a hanky to wipe my shirt and I gladly took it.

What a nice way to meet him again. I felt that strange electricity run over me again and that excitement that I always get when we dated.

"I'm Natsume." He opened the palm of his hand. I shook it.

"I'm Mik–" I almost said my true name. If he knew that I was resurrected in another's body, he would be crept out. "Mika."

"Oh," And she smiled. "Nice name you got there."

It was like déjà vu.

...

...

...

We continued to meet at nights and sometimes, Amane's friends would come over at the house and they would ask me to join them in a concert and I always politely declined. I don't even know how to play a guitar.

And I even heard Amane's Mom mumbled to her husband, "Amane's so weird these days. I mean, it's good that she's not hanging around with those rocker friends of hers, but she's acting all distant and like she's a stranger."

And I decided to also include them on my time. Eating and laughing with them, bonding with them. Watching television with them.

But my main priority was Natsume.

We've been going out for nights and it thrilled me. I mean, yes, I'm so glad that we're going out again. But it still pained me to know that he dated another woman when my real body was lifeless. I mean, how could he replace me that quick?

I don't know whether to be happy or not. It's so strange. Also considering the last words I heard from him... "Thanks, man." I mean, why would he thank the one who nearly crushed us both? Nearly crushed him? I died because I wanted to protect him. But... How can he just thank him?

Those thoughts echoed on my mind and I felt such gloom. I wanted answers to those things, but it'd be strange to suddenly ask about his ex.

About me.

"Hey," He asked and I realized I was just staring at the meal in front of me. We were in a fine dining restaurant. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Sort of." I shrugged and laughed sheepishly. "Kinda spacing out."

He smiled a full-toothed smile at me and I felt my heart tug that strange rhythmic beat.

I ate in silence and this was the first time I did eat with him not talking and me not talking to him, either. It felt weird.

"Umm... You know," He began. "I don't want to compare you or anything... But you're actions remind me of my ex-girlfriend."

"Y-Your ex-girlfriend?"

"Yes," He nodded. "It's kinda creepy and all. But I'm not mentioning that you're creepy. It's kinda... off."

"Yeah. It must suck." I nodded and forked a mushroom. "What was she like?" This will be the only chance I could get to ask him about it.

"She was the dumbest person alive." And he roared a laugh.

"Dumb?"

"Wait." He noticed my reaction. "I'm not saying you're dumb. Your actions are just similar."

"Okay." I tried to calm myself.

"She was dumb, but sweet. She was also so annoying. Her sweetness was too annoying, actually."

"Sweetness is annoying?" I checked. "Being sweet is being annoying?"

"She is annoying. Every part of her is annoying."

"Did you break up with her?" I suddenly asked.

"No," He shook his head. "She died."

"She died." His words weren't gloomy at all. It hurt me. The way he said those words... It's as if he didn't care about me at all. And I wonder if he did. Or if he just saw me as that plain-dumb-and-annoying girl.

"S-She died...?" I repeated; my words nearly got stuck on my throat.

"Yeah, she died." He nodded and continued eating. It was as if he never felt sadness I the first place.

"H-How?"

He looked straight into my eyes and I know that he could sense the burning curiosity on my mind now. "We've been dating for a long while now."

"Huh?"

He took a deep breath and his voice was a mere whisper. "I was the one who killed her."

"What?" I exasperated.

"Yes," Then he laughed. "I know you might hate me and even not go out with me if I say this, but... I planned it all. I planned to kill her ever since the beginning."

"H-How on earth could you do that?" I fought myself to not shout.

"Well, it was easy." He explained. "I contracted a truck driver to bump my car. And I know how her mind works. She would instantly protect me. So... I turned the car left, so that the damage will be on her side. On the passenger's seat."

Unknowingly, tears formed on my eyes and I stood up.

"H-Hey, Mika." He called out. "W-What...? Where are you going?" I turned my back on him and his tone changed. "So you hate me now?"

You just don't know how much I love you. But... I can't do it anymore.

It was all so clear to me. That's why God was reluctant to let me go.

My second chance... It was wasted.

If only I knew, I should've visited my family instead. My family who was really grieving for me.

My eyes were blurred and I can't see clearly now. Someone opened the door for me.

"T-Thank you for coming, Ma'am." Someone voiced out and I continued to walk on my path, the throbbing pain was still on my chest.

He fooled me. He made a fool out of me. How dare he?

I can't fight the tears. It kept on coming. I heard the door opened again and some footsteps.

"Mika," I heard him monotone. I didn't dare to look back.

Everthing made sense now. He didn't love me. I was just a toy to him. When he's bored, he can play with me... When he lost interest, he could replace me... Was that how he saw me? A toy?

"MIKA, LOOK OUT!" I heard him shout and I turned to look at my right and saw a giant truck and the driver honked loudly at me.

This is it. My time is over.

I felt my body hurt so much. It was like being grinded inside the coffee grinder, being wrestled by a wrestler, and being submerged in an acid – all that, at the same time. I felt my limp body was thrown away and I heard someone run towards me.

"MIKA!" His face was very worried. I don't know if this was all an act or not.

"I-I love you, Natsume," I mouthed before closing my eyelids shut.

Goodbye.

THE END


Author's Notes:

I tweaked some parts a little bit – added some words to make it realistic and edited it, too. I also noticed that my pronouns were very wrong on this fiction. I suck. -.- Because at first, I wrote this in normal point of view, so I just edited the 'he' and 'she' to 'me', 'he' and 'him'. And... Yeah. Some slipped off. And I was too careless to not reread this again. I noticed how badly it sucked. XD

So... The sequel, as many of you wanted it so badly, I will be putting it up in a few days or weeks, depending on my mood and free time. (School starts on Nov. 2 for me. -.- How unlucky.) The second semester will start. And.. that means less time to write and more time to sulk at studying. XD

I love school... I mean, my friends at school. :DD

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~ LunarChan (Edited as of 11-01-11;11:21pm)

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