A Stupid Piece of Paper

Ahh..a peaceful weekend day at the academy...but, as usual, not for a certain brunette. She was told to sweep under the desks and clean the whole room as a result of her running late for three times in a row. She also had to rid of all the rubbish stowed under her classmates desks. She had just finished cleaning Ruka's desk which was, to Mikan's great surprise, tidy. No, spotless white! And she scourgingly proceeded to Natsume's desk.

Here we go, one...two...three...

And she opened the desk, and what her eyes saw nearly made her faint.

Dozens, no, tons of crumpled paper was under his desk.

Now what?! I can't throw all of this at once! I'd have to read them all first!

And soppily and disgruntled, she started on the first piece of paper. And the second, and the third. All they were was

Man, he sure does write well...

Meanwhile, underneath the (excuse me, Ash, but it is a special tree. It's mine and Polka dot's tree. So don't just call it "the" sakura tree, should be "THEIR" sakura tree.) okay, THEIR sakura tree, a young boy with finely carved features and deep crimson eyes suddenly jerked awake from a deep slumber as a striking thought entered his brain...

Polka dots is cleaning...today...and that includes...

"Under the desks!" yelled out Natsume. And he stood up so quick and started running towards their classroom.

Hmmm...there must be 6 years of trash kept in here! thought Mikan.

Six years ago she met a boy with a black cat's mask, been made his partner, and experienced the worst-case scenarios with him. So much of what the academy has put her through was all because of Natsume.

The perverted freakshow. Although I admit...I do seem to like him...

And Mikan, realizing what had just entered her mind, voiced out her thought subconsciously.

"I DO NOT LIKE NATSUME!"

"Tch. Stop hiding it little girl. And stop fighting with your thoughts. You know you do," said a very, very familiar voice from behind Mikan. And she froze on the spot and stared at who had actually spoken.

"Na-na-Natsume?" said Mikan weakly. She was swaying on the spot and was on the verge of actually falling down, that is, if Natsume hadn;t caught her.

"Polka? Are you alright?"

And when Mikan didn't answer, Natsume shook her.

"Mikan!"

And at the sound of her name, Mikan awoke. Startled that she was in Natsume's arms, she sat up and quickly tried to regain her composure.

"What are you doing here?" asked Mikan.

"That," said Natsume slyly, taking a piece of paper from the garbage in his desk and turining to look at Mikan, "is for me to know and for you to find out."

And he walked out the door, but he stayed outside the classroom, just in case I took the wrong piece of paper. But still...

That was close, thought both of them. And out of their pockets, Mikan and Natsume took an identical piece of paper. Although their reactions were not quite the same.

Upon seeing the paper, Natsume's face went blank and his eyes widened in shock.

Upon seeing HER piece of paper, though, Mikan's lips widened and out of her mouth came out a loud burst of laughter.

And in came Natsume. Mikan waved the piece of paper in front of him and Natsume was just ballistic. Inside, ofcourse. He still managed to keep his cool. Though he himself doesn't know why.

WEE!

My 3rd fanfic. I thought I should just terminate the other one, you know, The TURN BACK TIME thing?

It wasn't getting much fervor and favor from all of you so I decided on this new fic.

The other one, Well What If I Can?! was doing great, and so I hope this will follow in the latter's footsteps.

Anyway, who can guess what Natsume was looking for?

Nyahahahaha!

BTW, if I don't get atleast 15 hits, I won't continue it.

And if I don't get at least 3 reviews,

POOF! and the story disappears...

.oO.ashLII.Oo.