DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gakuen Alice. If I did- Man, I'd have so much fun with it- And Tsubasa would have much more camera time. Anyway, that said, Enjoy!

-Strawberries-

It had been a while since Natsume and I went to the roof of the dormitories just to talk. Life at Gakuen Alice had become much more lively- and aside from that, actually enjoyable, thanks to the wonderful and energetic Mikan Sakura.

She brought me happiness. Natsume too.

Which is most likely why he requested to sit up here and talk. I know Mikan makes him happy, and he probably thinks he gives her the opposite. Pain. Sorrow. I know this guy, he's so stubborn, and tries to process and do things the way he thinks is logical and for the best.

I hardly agree in this case. He's way too predictable.

It was a warm night, with few passing breezes. His messy raven hair flipped around wildly as it beat against most of his face, probably leaving a slight sting afterwards. My neat blonde locks only swayed gently. We really were complete opposites. There was a long silence between the two of us, so I was sure I concluded what this was about correctly. I sighed as an owl perched on my arm- I held it out so he could land on it. I sighed, looking at the bird that symbolized wisdom.

"...I...I hate Sakura." Natsume spoke, barely at a whisper.

I chuckled. "As much as you hate strawberries, right?" I offered him a small smile. Natsume quirked a brow and jutted forth a lip. Almost like pouting. It made me laugh even more, since it was out of character for him. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"..." Natsume looked like he was thinking of way to counter that, and definitely having trouble. "No, it different. You see, I told Aoi I hated strawberries because she really liked them and wanted them, that's all."

Weak defense! And obviously not true either. Oh Natsume Hyuuga, what will the world do with you?

"Sure, Natsume. Believe yourself if you want. I'm not going to." I wiggled my eyebrows as I smirked. "You're only saying that because I like Sakura. And you know she's something that can't be shared amongst people." I gave Natsume a nudge on the arm. "Stop being silly. You can't give away everything you love just because a friend loves it."

"That's not it." He dismissed, shaking his head.

I looked away and pinched the bridge of my nose. Here we go, now I find out I was right from the start. Oh, Natsume. So dense.

"I'm... not good for Polka Dots. I'll get her hurt. She'll be unhappy all the time with me. You're better for her." He was looking down, fumbling his fingers. This must be taking quite the courage to tell me.

But even so, I bursted out laughing. Natsume shot me a glare.

"You call Sakura-San dense, but you're just as bad! Now listen to me Natsume." I looked him straight in his crimson eyes- for the first time, they were filled with doubt of himself. "She wouldn't be unhappy with you, she's happy she can even get you to talk. She's happy that she spends time with you. You make her happy. It's just in different ways than I can. To each their own, right?"

Natsume shrugged.

I elbowed him lightly. "RIGHT?"

Natsume remained quiet for a while before he smirked, looking up at me. "I guess you're right, Ruka. I do... hate polka the same way I hate strawberries after all." He laughed a little after he said that.

I smiled. "Because I'm always around Sakura-San, does that make me your worst enemy?"

He gave me a cheeky grin before responding to me.

"You bet."

--End!