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My Fleeting Touch/ Tragic Lullaby

Mikan's Fairytale

"We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts" – Taylor Swift's Love Story

Story by Tragic Lullaby/My Fleeting Touch

In the beginning

At the age of five, Mikan Sakura, like every other little girl in the in the kingdom of Alice, loved fairytales. Not the knight-goes-to-battle-with-the-dragons-and-returns-victorious ones, but the knight-returns-victorious-and-marries-young-princess, and just like every other little girl in the kingdom of Alice, Mikan Sakura was her own princess, waiting for a knight in shining armour, and if possible, riding a white horse. If however, no white horse were available, a chestnut horse or a Ferrari would do just fine.

In fact, Mikan Sakura was her family's little princess. She was heir to the Sakura Family Throne, as she called it, or the Sakura Company, as her parents called it. She was proud of this fact, but did not know that every other little girl didn't have a family like hers. Anyway, on with the story. It so happened that Mikan was being taken to see someone, she did not know who, and did not know why. Nor did she know where she was going or why her Aunt, Misaki, was not telling her fairytales, right now! "Auntie Misaki," she pouted, tugging on her aunt's floral patterned, red dress, "I want a fairytale!"

Her aunt grinned wearily, maybe grimaced is a better term. "Hush Mikan, how about I tell you the story of snow white?"

"But you said that one to me yesterday," Mikan's grammar was not good, as she was five. Whoops, Mikan never did like the same story two days in a row. Luckily for Misaki, the car came to a sudden halt. Mikan immediately forgot about her story and looked around. They were in a park. "Auntie Misaki," Misaki swore her dress would tear one day because of all the tugging Mikan had given it, "Why are we in a park?"

Misaki sighed but smiled at her niece, "We are coming here to play, Mikan!" The little girl looked at her quizzically. "We can play princesses and princes and kingdoms here, sweetie," Misaki tried again.

"Oh!" Mikan finally caught on, her eyes lighting up like stars. She quickly slid out the car and twirled, obviously pretending that she was a royal princess in her royal gown. "Auntie Misaki, what kind of Princess story will have? I want my very own princess story!"

How can little kids have such energy? Misaki asked herself, "I bet Princess Mikan will have such a lovely story. The most wonderful story." The child wasn't listening though; she was already off in her own world. Sighing to herself, and then giggling and then twirling, and repeating it, Misaki thought it was amusing to watch Mikan go through such a cycle.

"I want to be like Cinderella," the girl turned to Misaki. "I want to be treated bad by my family and then a prince will come and take me away." Misaki grimaced, the girl actually wants us to treat her badly? That'd be so hard, she is just too adorable! "Or maybe," the girl started again, "maybe like Snow White! I'd just love to be awakened by a kiss by my one true love!" Misaki seriously felt sorry for the guy this girl might marry, "Sleeping Beauty also gets awakened by a kiss though. Oh, oh, what about Rapunzel? I'll grow my hair long while I'm locked away in a tower, and my prince will find me!" The girl sighed, she was getting bored, "Auntie Misaki, do you know any other fairytales?"

Peace just didn't seem to last when Mikan was around, "Sure I do, sweetie. It is a really sweet story but its sad in some parts, so if you want me to leave out the sad parts, just tell me okay? Misaki knew that Mikan was a sucker for tragedy. The first time her dad had told her a sad story about a dog being hurt, the girl burst into tears immediately and had started praying that the dog was okay.

Mikan scowled, "Don't leave them out. I'll try not to cry, I won't cry, I won't cry! I'm a grown up now!" She lead Misaki over to a bench and forced her to sit down and she clung to her aunt's hand, for reassurance.

"Alright, once upon a time, there was a boy called Romeo, and a girl called Juliet," Misaki began to tell the fairytale. "Their families, the Capulets, who were Juliet's family, and the Monatgues, who were Romeo's family, were enemies. The families often fought each other in the streets of Verona. Romeo had just been dumped by his girlfriend, Rosaline." Mikan nodded severely, she knew about grown up terms liked 'dumped', this of course meant that she was 'grown up'. "The Capulets were having a party that night, and Romeo's friends were trying to get over Rosaline so they made him go. Juliet was also at the party. Romeo happened to bump into Juliet, and for them both it was love at first sight." Mikan's eyes twinkled. "Without their families knowing they both got married, but the fighting still went on.

"Romeo got into a fight with Juliet's cousin, Tybalt, because Tybalt had killed Romeo's best friend. So, Romeo killed Tybalt," Misaki could see that the little girl's eyes were starting to brim with tears. "Juliet was sad that her favourite cousin had been killed but she still loved Romeo with all her heart. The bishop got Romeo to leave Verona because his life was in danger and Juliet's family wanted her to get married to a guy called Paris because they didn't know she was already married." Mikan's small fingers started to squeeze Misaki's tightly. "In a plan not to get married to Paris, Juliet and the Bishop worked up a plan to make Juliet pretend that she was dead by drinking a poison." Mikan gasped.

"Unfortunately, Romeo did not get the letter that the bishop wrote to him about this, and when a friend of his told him that Juliet was dead, he believed that she actually was dead! He rushed to Verona, in hope to see that this was not true, but when he had entered the tomb, he saw Juliet's cold body on a coffin," Misaki said calmly, she had left out the fighting with Paris bit because that'd upset Mikan even more, "He had with him, some poison, and after kissing Juliet's lips he drank it so he could die beside her and be with her forever. It was in that moment, after he died that Juliet woke from her pretend death. She saw Romeo's dead body beside her, and driven by grief, took his dagger and plunged it into her heart and died. The end." She took out some tissues, already knowing that tears were streaming down Mikan's face.

"That's so awful," Mikan wailed, "I don't like that story, because they both die!"

"But they die so they can be together forever," Misaki tried reasoning with the five year old, a challenging feat.

"No, they die because they think the other person is dead! I want to be together forever, alive!" Mikan sobbed into the tissues. "It was a really good story, Auntie, it was really sweet but it is so awful! I don't want my life to be like that. I prefer to be like Cinderella." The crying finally stopped and Mikan brushed her dress down as she stood up. "Please, don't tell that story again, auntie Misaki." And the little girl ran off, her aunt calling after her.

Mikan reached a Sakura tree, puffed and with red eyes, she had cried some more when she had been running, and her dress was dirty as she tripped over a few times, she patted the tree trunk, "You're just like me, I'm Mikan Sakura and you are a Sakura tree!" She giggled half-heartedly, "We are both Sakuras!" She wrapped her small arms around the tree as far as they would go.

As she peered around the tree something caught her eye. It was a boy. His hair was messy and black, and his back was turned to her so she couldn't see what his face and eyes were like, but being a princess, she could tell he was attractive just by looking at his back. He picked up a pebble from the shore of the small river that ran through the park, and skipped it seven times across the water. "Wow," she said, coming out from behind the tree, her eyes wide. "Can you do that again? My friend Koko can skip a stone on water five times, but seven times is just amazing! Do it again! Please!" She stared up into his face, which was looking back at her, unreadable, "Woah, you have red eyes, that's so cool! What's your name?"

"I don't go around telling my name to strangers," the boy answered, smug, "didn't your mother ever tell you that?"

"Heh," Mikan rubbed her head, embarrassed, "I don't have a mother, she ran off after I was born. She left me with my aunt, uncle and grandfather. I'm Mikan, by the way."

"Hn, Natsume," the boy picked up another rock and skipped it again. Eight times. Mikan jumped up and down, clapping in her joy. Natsume smirked, "Simple people are easily amused it seems."

Mikan frowned, "I'm not simple, I'm a princess! That's what my aunt and uncle and grandfather told me! You are obviously not a prince or a knight because you are too rude."

"You seem like a stupid little girl to me,"

"Well, you are just a stupid little boy, because you're the same age as me, five years old!"

"Actually, I'm six, so that means I'm better than you, and smarter," Natsume countered her verbal blows. "What is such a simple girl doing away from her family? You'll get lost you know, if you aren't lost already."

"You are lost too!" Mikan couldn't keep up with this boy's speaking skills, "You think you're so smart!" Mikan knew what her aunt called these kind of people, what were they again? Oh right, "You jerk!"

Natsume smirked, "Hmmm, you need to wash your mouth out with soap, polka dotted panties girl."

Mikan gasped, "You…you…saw my undies! Now I can't get married!" She burst out into tears; her dreams had been ruined. "Every princess has to get married to a prince or knight. I'm a disgrace to the name of princesses, and it's your fault!" She pointed at Natsume, collapsing to her knees.

Natsume groaned and rolled his eyes, great, now she's crying. "You should cry less, you know," he said to the girl, "I saw you had red eyes from crying earlier. If you cry so much it means you are a cry baby."

"Princesses are allowed to cry because they have a hard life,"

"Oh please, princesses aren't allowed to cry because they have a hard life, nobody is," Natsume sat down beside the girl, "Besides, who would want to be a princess that badly, you sit around and do nothing while some other guy saves you from everything. Not very exciting."

Mikan pouted, "You would've cried too, if you had heard the story I had just heard from my auntie. Do you know the story about Romeo and Juliet?"

"Duh, who doesn't?"

"I hate sad stories, they always make me cry, and fairytales are supposed to have happy endings where the princess marries the prince or the knight, and they live happily ever after," Mikan buried her head in her knees, getting embarrassed, "I want a happily ever after too."

Natsume sighed, this was why he didn't understand girls, all they wanted was to get married and live happily ever after. This girl was just like very other girl he had met, except she wasn't drooling all over him. He hesitantly patted Mikan's head; look he would a dog. "But if they die together, that means they want to be together forever, doesn't it?" He asked awkwardly, he hated talking about fairytales and would rather be talking about the newest video game that came out.

"You sound just like my aunt,"

They sat there for a while until a sudden call startled them, "Mikan! Mikan, sweetie, where are you! We have to go home now!"

Mikan gasped, "It's my uncle Tono, he'll be so cross!"

"Is he married to your Aunt?"

"No," Mikan shook her head, "He's her brother. Misaki is only eleven!"

"Hnn,"

"Mikan! Mikan, there you ar-," Tono's head appeared around the tree. His eyes narrowed as he took in Natsume, "You, boy, aren't you Hyuuga's only son? Natsume Hyuuga, am I correct?" Mikan blinked, she had heard of the Hyuuga's through hearing her family's conversations. It seemed like the two families did not get on at all. "Did you do anything to Mikan?" Tono asked fiercely.

"No, he didn't, Uncle!" Mikan said, grabbing onto her uncle's arm, "He was comforting me and talking to me, that's all. I didn't even know he was from Hyuuga family and he didn't know I was from Sakura family! Please leave him alone, Uncle!" She turned her huge puppy dog eyes on her uncle, but he wasn't looking at her, just at the silent Natsume.

"Stay away from Mikan Sakura, Natsume Hyuuga," Tono snapped, "Don't you dare come near my niece again. Come on, Mikan, let's leave him." Mikan's uncle picked the young girl up and started to walk away from the sakura tree and Natsume. Mikan peered over her uncle's shoulder at her family's enemy's son. He was silent, but he stared at her sadly. Mikan wished he could stay, but out of nowhere a girl seemed to appear. Curly, permed green hair, that was the first thing Mikan took in. She grabbed Natsume's arm with delight. Mikan turned her gaze away, disappointed. He already has someone else, she whispered to herself, burying her face into her uncle's shoulder.

"Natsume, Natsume, I found you, I found you!" Natsume's clinger, Sumire Shouda, sang. "We have to plan our future wedding, Natsume! After all, we will be getting married in about eleven years!"

This was why Natsume hated girls and marriages, disgusted, he pulled his arm out of Sumire's grip, "I never said I was going to marry you, Permy." Sumire's bottom lip wobbled and Natsume groaned. He hated it when girls cried, they had too many emotions and were really too sensitive. Sumire knew how to have her way with him, she grinned secretly and clung to Natsume's arm again.

"Were you talking to anyone, Natsume?" Sumire asked, "You seemed to be staring at something when I found you."

'Stay away from Mikan Sakura,' Natsume echoed in his head, bitterly, he had thought he had finally found a friend, who was a girl, who didn't drool over him, but she's my enemy now. "No, I wasn't talking to anyone," he lied through his teeth. This was a lie he would have to keep this time. A lie to himself, a lie that said he had never ever met Mikan Sakura.

Right, now I'm trying to decide whether I should right the next story in Natsume/Mikan's points of view. Like in first person.

Anyway, please read and review.

~ Tragic Lullaby/My Fleeting Touch