. Unfulfilled Promise .
. SnowMirage .
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To emrevolemina
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Natsume and Mikan sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
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It had started with a sakura tree and an accidental meeting of lips.
Amber eyes and crimson eyes suddenly found themselves inches apart, lips pressed together in a most compromising manner.
It had been her first kiss and horrified, she had tried to scramble away from the incorrigible flame caster who was, for once, at a loss for words.
Before she could do so, one hand shot out and dragged her back to him.
Once more.
It was all she heard before she lost herself in him and those blood-red eyes of his.
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Natsume and Mikan sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
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The old children's rhyme chanted at the couple was apt indeed, for always, amongst the coral pink petals of the old sakura tree that stood on the academy grounds, honey-brown curls and ebony hair could be seen.
Two completely opposite personalities, but perhaps it was the difference that had drawn them to each other in the first place.
Like the moth to fire, she had been drawn to the flickering flames that were part of him. He had been drawn to the light that surrounded her, a light that had invaded his space forcefully.
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Natsume and Mikan sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
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But, like all tales as such, happy times never last forever.
He had came to her to where she was waiting, a light in his eyes she had seen before when he was going away, with no guarantees he would be coming back.
Natsume.
She had whispered out his name, a plea for him not to go.
He simply brushed her lips, a chaste kiss and left.
Wait for me.
He left her behind with a promise and a memory that will never fade.
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Natsume and Mikan sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
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Summer came and with it the searing heat and blinding sunshine, a sense of hopelessness that was as bleak as her hopes for his return.
He never returned, yet she waited.
Everyday, every hour, every minute.
She kept a vigil, amber eyes scanning the horizon fervently for a smirk, crimson eyes that were his and his alone.
A rustle of leaves a bright blood-red, the setting of the sun in a bath of crimson; but never once the brilliant crimson of his eyes.
He never returned, but still she waits in the tree that had been so much of them.
He never returned, but still she waits, because of a promise long made and because…she loved him.
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Natsume and Mikan sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love,
Second comes marriage,
Then comes baby in a baby carriage.
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How they taunt.
A/n: Inspiration comes from a nursery rhyme book I read not long ago (don't even ask).
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