Note to the Reader:I am a huge fan of KokoxSumire, but they are also a good pairing to be just best friends. I think this will go fairly well, don't you? Please submit ideas for, "Just Try Natsume!"! It will help me to continue the story!

Warning: I'm not sure how this story will turn out. Will it keep going, will it just stop? I don't know. You want to read, then please do so!

Disclaimer/ Claimer: Miko-chii (MangaManiac6) does not own Gakuen Alice/ Alice Academy. Gakuen Alice/ Alice Academy is owned by Tachibana Higuchi. Miko-chii (MangaManiac6) owns this story Bed Bugs. Please do not steal unless Miko-chii gives permission.

Summary: Sumire was 8 years old and had an only problem of bed bugs because of her father's imaginary story. When something comes in, she expects it to be a bed bug. But it wasn't a bed bug. It was a human; named Kokoro Yomi. This sand-haired, blue eyed boy lay on her bed as freely as could be and wouldn't stop smiling. Who was this boy? Sumire wondered angrily, And what does he mean, Alice?

Chapter 1: Bed Bugs

The lights were shut off so that only the moon and star's light were left dancing on the bed, revealing that the covers had a lady bug pattern. She loved that lady bug pattern, she had picked it herself on her birthday. But because she had a reputation to uphold, she never let a single human see it, besides her father and mother. And one other.

Sumire's mom bent down and kissed her on the cheek, the right one. Her dad bent down too but kissed her on the left cheek. "Mommy, do you have to leave me?" She was looking up at the beautiful thirty year old woman. She didn't look thirty, more like twenty-four. The moon's glimmer showed Sumire her mother's wonderful smile. Her ears allowed her to hear her mother's soft laughter.

"Sumire? How old are you?" Sumire didn't hesitate.

"Eight Mommy! I'm eight years old!" Sumire smiled and she noticed her father was smiling as well.

"Then, shouldn't you be able to sleep by yourself?" her mother asked. Sumire didn't respond, but lay still. She wanted to say, "I am not!" but Sumire had enough pride to keep her mouth shut. She wanted to say, "I'm scared of the dark!" but pride forced her hand. Sumire also wanted to say, "But what... What about the big green with purple polka-dots that likes to gobble up eight year old girls named Sumire Shouda who own lady bug covers?" (which was fabricated by her father), but pride kept her quite.

Pride's mean, Sumire thought as she struggled to let her eyes wonder. the room was surrounded by shadows, no thanks to the Ipod charger which contained a blue blinking light. One shadow from the table lamp, made a ghost like shadow. the others were caused by wires and stuffed animals and all sorts of stuff.

Sumire crouched down and whispered, "Yes Mom." Sumire wanted to scream, "Don't leave!" as her parents crossed the over-sized bedroom but she didn't. She felt lonely inside as they started to close her door. Just before the door was completely closed, her parents said in a sing-songy voice:

"Good night, don't let the bed bugs bite!" and left.

"Wha- what?" Sumire cried. Lady bugs are cute. Butterflies are cute. Bed bugs, whatever they are, are not cute. "Wait, bedbugs?" Sumire screamed. Now she was clutching at her blanket. That's when she started to tuck the sides of the blanket. They won't get in here!Sumire thought happily.

Suddenly she felt a twitch. "Mommy! Daddy!" She shrieked, but no one came in. Sumire felt a sense that she was alone, besides the bed bugs.

That's when the door opened slowly. "Mom!" she screamed with happiness. but it wasn't her mom.

"Um... Hello?" A voice called quietly.

"Are... are you a bed bug?" Sumire asked cautiously and clutching her blankets. Lady bugs didn't seem to scare her, but bed bugs did. Sumire looked carefully at the shadow. She decided it wasn't a bed bug, or any bug. It looked more like something with scruffy hair, a person? Now that Sumire thought about it, she didn't know anything other than humans talked.

"No. I'm not a bug."

"Then who are you?" Sumire asked cautiously.

"I'm..." Whatever it was, coughed quietly. " My name is Koko. Kokoro Yomi." Sumire reached out anxiously for her lamp. Her arm was pretty short so she had to lean over the bed.

Once the light was finally turned on, the stars and moon's dancing lights vanished. the lamp's subtle glow revealed a small boy sand colored hair. The boy had a small smile on his face. He was looking up at Sumire with big innocent eyes, which made Sumire quickly look away. "Nice to meet you Sumire. I'll be looking forward to staying with you."

Suddenly, Sumire got hyperly confused, "Wha... What? Who are you? How do you know my name? And what do you mean staying with me?" she shrieked.

Koko's smile grew slightly bigger and opened letting out a chuckle, " That's too many questions." Koko walked slowly towards the bed. He sat down on the covers right next to Sumire. Sumire twitched and moved backwards. That's when Koko leaned towards Sumire so hat his nose was maybe an inch away from Sumire's, "Afraid of bed bugs huh?"

Sumire twitched again and Koko moved away. As he moved his smile seemed to grow bigger and laughed. Who was this guy? Was he trying to give me a heart attack? Sumire thought as she moved her hand to feel her heart. She could feel it pounding fast. If you wanted to know how fast, it was as fast as your heart would race if the guy you had a one-sided crush for 7 years told you they loved you.

"Koko, please tell me, I need to know, why are you here?" Sumire asked. He just stared at her with blue eyes and then leaned on the bed, using her legs as a pillow. He some how moved the blanket so that it was covering him and left Sumire's legs exposed. "Hey!"

"Ahh..." Koko moaned, "Warm..."

"Hey." Sumire barked, allowing her bossy personality to show, "Put the blanket back and answer me."

Koko didn't put the blanket back but said, "I'll answer you. This might take awhile so get comfy." He pointed to Sumire's legs, which she pushed under Koko's head as her face turned red. Koko ujusted his head so that he too, was comfortable. "listen carefully. My name is Kokoro Yomi. I'm 9 years old and have blue eyes and sand colored hair-"

"Koko!" Sumire angrily interrupeted. "Stop telling me things I already can see!"

"Huh? Oh. Sorry. I just wanted to tell you a little about me."

"Whatever. Just tell me why the hell you're here?" Sumire yelled. That's when she pressed her hand s against her mouth. She looked furiously down at Koko. It was her first time saying a "bad" word. She once heard it when the mail man hit his shin against the brick wall. the mailman hadn't seen her and no one saw him, except for Sumire. Sumire decided, by his secretiveness, that the word wasn't "good". So she never said it or asked her parents. She was close to saying it when she was angry but never did, until now.

"Ho ho ho. You have a nice tounge there." Koko said smiling his unwavering smile. Sumire put her hand softly on Koko's neck.

"Can it. You tell my parents and I'll burn you." Sumire growled. Koko stared with deep eyes at Sumire.

"Burn?" He asked slowly. "Have you ever burned something before?" He asked with such seriousness.

"No!" She yelled. "I don't play with matches!"

"You never just suddenly started a fire? When you got mad or something?"

"No. I've never been near a fire. The closest I've ever been near a fire is a candle for insense." Sumire said sternly. She was wondering why Koko, who ever he was, was asking her. Koko sighed with relief. He closed his eyes while he sighed but opened them quickly again.

"Good. I would hate if you had the fire alice." Sumire shivered slowly. She didn't know why but the word "alice" made her want to shiver.

"Alice?" She asked.

He nodded. "Alice."

"What's an 'alice'?" Sumire asked softly.

"Lay down first." He murmured. Sumire had been sitting up the whole time but now was starting to lay down. She now had her head layed against the matress. Again, Koko moved his face near Sumire's and winked. "Now I'll tell you why I came." Sumire's heart beated as she looked at him. She felt like she was going to learn something that would trap her. In a cage. Like a bird that wouldn't be let out for some time.