Disclaimer: Gakuen Alice belongs to the amazing Tachibana Higuchi

Just so you know, it's a non-alice fan fiction!

Hello there! This is Glittering Flame speaking, and this is my first ever fan fic! It's a Gakuen Alice fan fiction, and the typical couples (in my view) are paired up: Natsume and Mikan, Hotaru and Ruka-pyon, Permy and Koko, Nonoko and Kitsuneme, Anna and Yuu, Aoi and Youichi. Romances are paired up between their children, some with each other, some with some made up characters. Ohh, and I definitely and going to make this have a happy ending!

Summary: Being a well-known actor, Natsume went to act as a major character for a set of television series. Little did he know, Mikan was pregnant with twins, and so when he was offered to stay for 10 more years to do a line of television shows, he had accepted after assuring his wife Mikan that he'd be back soon. Mikan couldn't crush his dreams by telling him about the twins, so she kept quiet. Natsume is coming back now, happy to see Mikan. He's in for one big surprise!

Special Fact: This is also told from the children's point of view, and some others. Not just Mikan and Natsume.

And without further ado, I present…

Our Days Are Such a Haze

Chapter 1: Time to Explain

It was a bright, sunny, summer day. Everything was peaceful and calm… well, except for a certain auburn haired woman. 32-year-old Mikan Yukihara Hyuuga was pacing back and forth at the airport. Airplane 105 had just landed, and she didn't know what to do.

Mikan POV

I can't believe it. I just can't. Ten years have passed by so quickly. My dear Natsume is coming home! I'll be able to see his darling face again. The constant smirk that appeared when I was yelling at him for doing something perverted or when I openly admitted he was right. I'll be able to see it again. His raven black messy hair that always seems so perfect. I'll be able to see it again. Those eyes, his tantalizing crimson orbs. I'll be able to see it again.

But I'm scared. Scared to see what he does when he finds out the truth. He won't abandon me. I know that. Right? No, he'll love the twins. My two little ten-year old girls. Ai and Ima. They're my substitute for Natsume. My two little bundles of happiness.

There is Ai. Her name means love. Named for my love for Natsume. Named for the love of my friends. Named for my belief that love makes this world go round. She's a rather cold child, and always seems quite emotionless and constantly has a stoic look about her… well unless you count her arrogance that comes with the classic smirk. The only exception being her auburn coloured hair, she is exactly like her father. Even her eyes… the colour of crimson.

Then there's sweet Ima. Her name means the present. Named for the fact that we should think about the now. Named for the fact that people have made their mistakes, their successes in life… but now everything in the past is gone, so we should concentrate on the present. Ima is such a happy child; her smile can light up the room. She can be loud at times, but people learn to get used to that. Except for her raven coloured hair, she is exactly like me.

The problem? I didn't tell Natsume about this. He's an actor. A famous one at that. He had been offered a contract doing a series of television shows that took place in Hollywood in the US. It was only for ten years though, and now he's coming back. I know he'll be angry at me. Furious, in fact. I didn't want to ruin his dream though, and this deal wouldn't come back. I knew he would stay if I told him, so I just let him go, a bright smile plastered on my face at that moment. Later on, I kind of regretted it, and I started to think about how important it was to see his children grow up. Hotaru said I would regret this, and the others ultimately agreed. Did I listen? No. Yet, they were such loyal friends to keep my secret.

There's another problem. I haven't told my children about the fact that their father didn't know anything about them. Although, they perfectly knew who their father was, and had heard plenty about him from me. I wonder if this will change their opinion about him. If it does, then I have made a huge mistake. But, I already had made a mistake, so this could only make it worse.

I look around the airport. It had been announce that his flight just arrived. I was specifically looking for someone with messy black hair, as he wouldn't show his eyes. Then every girl would scream and probably even faint. Not only was he famous, but he was definitely good-looking. I keep on searching the crowd until I feel someone pull me by the waist. I'm about to scream when I feel a hand over my mouth. I look over my shoulder, frantic to know the face of this kidnapper. He took off his dark shades.

I was staring straight in to those beautiful crimson orbs.

Natsume.

Natsume POV

I had just arrived at the airport. It was a long tiring week, packing and getting ready to return but I would finally be able to see her smiling face again. My beautiful wife Mikan. Sweet, sweet Mikan. I scan the place. It was annoyingly crowded. But then I spot a stunningly gorgeous auburn, wearing some dark shades. How was I sure it was her? She was wearing that shirt I had sent her for the Christmas holiday last year. It was a shoulder off black flowy shirt that had said, "Sorry Guys, I'm Taken." Well could you blame me? She was so amazingly pretty, guys used to flirt with her all the time when we were first dating. I wonder if they remember, and think we're still dating or are married. Nah, I already set my image as a player, they couldn't possibly think that. I quickly sneak behind her and pull her closer to me by the waist. Realizing that she would try to scream something like, "RAPIST, RAPIST!" I quickly put my hand over her mouth. She looked over her shoulder, looking very frightened. I took off my shades, not really thinking about the far outcome. Her face quickly calmed when she saw it was I. I pulled her in to a hug.

"NATSUME!" she cried. Suddenly everything was quiet. We pulled away from our hug and I looked around the room. Yup. Every head had turned towards us.

"Shit," I mumbled grabbing her hand. When those fan girls had confirmed that it was I, they all started to crowd.

I ran off with one hand holding Mikan's, and the other tugging my suitcase. I only had one because I returned all my clothes (except for one extra pair of clothing) that they had given me back in America. I had no use for them, as I knew that Mikan hadn't touched my already packed closet over here in the house we bought before I left.

We kept on running until we reached a dark alleyway and I turned there, hiding with Mikan in the corner. I heard the screams inching nearer towards us, and held my breath.

"HE WENT THE OTHER WAY!" I heard a fan girl scream. The other screams followed, and the noise had slowly started to become quieter and quieter, as I knew they were heading back in the other direction. Idiots, I thought, before putting on my darkly tinted sunglasses, and pulling Mikan out of the darkness. Well, as I always thought, a bright light like her should stay out of the darkness.

I stared at Mikan for a second. She looked happy from the genuine smile that I saw on her face but she also looked worried, nervous… I could see it in her eyes. I tried to make it go away. I dropped my suitcase and cupped my hands on her gorgeous rosy pink flushed cheeks. I pulled her closer and locked her lips with mine, something I had wished to do for so long. Her hearts and her XO's in her emails weren't enough.

When I finally pulled away, I gazed in to her eyes. She looked a little less worried, but the feeling was still clearly there. I frowned.

"What's wrong?" I scowled. I wasn't pleased with her unhappiness.

"N-n-nothing" she stuttered, diverting her eyes away from mine.

I was going to pester her about it, but I was too tired. I also didn't want to be in a bad mood upon my arrival. So, instead I just ignored it and called our personal driver, Haruki, to pick us up. We had to be quick, after a while someone would get suspicious of who I really was and call the media. That's the last thing I need right now. Just in case, I told him to pick us up in our simple Toyota Lexus, something that no one would think twice to look at, something I thought about, as it was clear that limo's do attract a lot of attention. The paparazzi could follow us all the way home! We can't let that happen. Soon enough, Haruki had arrived. We got in quickly, me throwing my suitcase in to the back trunk.

Mikan was quiet for the whole ride. It was such an uncomfortable silence; I couldn't help but think what had happened.

She didn't cheat on me… did she? No, no, Mikan would never do such a thing. She can't. She's not good at hiding secrets like this, as big as this. I kept on assuring myself everything was fine until the limo made a sudden stop in front of a huge gate.

Past this gate would be the house, but to keep anyone from seeing it, this fence is in view. To pass the fence, you need an eye scan, and then a code. If you try to get in any other way, there would be a large shock, and trust me, nobody wants to experience horrible pain like that (well that fact is pretty obvious, isn't it?).

This system was made by the most famous inventor in Japan (and also Mikan's best friend), Hotaru Imai. She's also known as the Ice Queen for her icy cold attitude towards everybody. She's even called the blackmailing queen because she knows how to get her way through blackmailing, a technique she mostly uses on Ruka Nogi, the famous animal trainer, my best friend and Hotaru's kind husband. It was a wonder how they got together, really...

We spent a lot of time making sure our life was totally private. We would dress in normal clothes, always had hats and dark sunglasses on (in the winter, we even wore contacts) and when we did go out in a disguise that could probably be figured out, we never went alone. We went with a huge group of friends, so nobody would suspect that we were together. Heck, nobody even knew we had a wedding!

As for the location of where we live, we had been getting large groups of people to supposedly tell the location of my house. We were supposed to live in separate places since nobody knows we're a couple, and we would need something to keep the media away. Nobody knows about Mikan now, and I'm not exposing her to the spot light. There would be fan girls trying to plan her death, and I really couldn't let that happen. The media is rather stupid, as they keep on going to these places only to find out nobody lives there. They had pretty much given up on their search by now, but would occasionally let out some news story that they had an idea of where I lived. Yea, right.

The house was a large traditional Japanese house, the biggest one on the street [this is the richest street in Tokyo, Central Street (A/N: totally made-up street)]. It was carefully decorated with flowers of all kind, and a sakura tree at the side of the house. I noticed that there was now a swing hanging from a branch. She is such a child, I thought. Other than that, the house was still the same.

I looked over to Mikan. She was still in a daze. I sighed, thanked Haruki and slid open the car door. I got out, went around to Mikan's side and opened her door. She snapped out of her little trance and gazed up at me with those chocolate-brown eyes.

"O-oh," she muttered, and then stepped out. Why was she making me worry so much?! I calmed myself down and got the suitcase out of the trunk. I took Mikan's hand and headed towards the gate. After the eye scans, I looked at Mikan as if to tell her to enter the code. Of course I wouldn't remember after ten years. She was looking at the ground for some reason, so I held her chin and tipped it up so she was looking at me. I didn't say anything, but she must have known that I was concerned for her. Even a dense person like her could figure that much out. I pointed towards the code keyboard, and she simply nodded and entered in 1274. The gates parted, and we walked in. There was a little rock path leading up to the house.

The house was a large traditional Japanese house, the biggest one on the street [this is the richest street in Tokyo, Central Street (totally made-up street)]. It was carefully decorated with flowers of all kind, and a sakura tree at the side of the house. I noticed that there was now a swing hanging from a branch. She is such a child, I thought. Other than that, the house was still the same. I smiled a little to myself. I remember buying the house.

~Flashback~

"This one! This one is the perfect one! Oh pretty please, Nat!" Mikan screamed for the umpteenth time today. Was she going to say she liked every house?

"No. And just call me Natsume." I calmly said, exciting the house. I wasn't really paying attention anyway, Mikan kept on bugging me.

"Awwwwwwww, but-"

"Oi, polka, will you just shut up? You're making my ears bleed." I said, and watched Mikan turn a little pink.

"Hell no! Not until we can both settle on a house!" she stated, hands on her hips. She just loved to argue with me, didn't she? Well, it was cute of her, but still! She can be way too loud and obnoxious!

"And I can call you Nat if I want to! You call me Polka! Plus, it's cute!" Mikan continued, head high up in the air.

"But that's my name for you. I can call you what I want but not the other way around. And anyways, it's rather disappointing that you wear plain ones now, and really, pink?" I responded, a smirk on my face. She turned even redder than before.

"BAKA HENTAI!" she screeched before crossing her arms and turning away. I rolled my eyes.

"You're such a baby," I muttered, before turning back to the house. Now that I looked at it again, it actually was rather pretty. The garden helped too, and it definitely suited Mikan's taste. I sighed.

"Fine. We're getting this house," I sighed before turning back to the real estate agent. I glanced at Mikan, whose face had lit up so quickly, it almost surprised me. Almost.

"Thank you Nat! I love you soooooo much!" she exclaimed, hugging my arm.

"Whatever, Polka. Now shut up," I said, and heard her giggle.

~End of Flashback~

We approached the front door, and I held out my hand expectantly. I saw her rummage through her shorts pocket, searching for the key. I rolled my eyes, I told her never to put the key in such a dangerous place. It could of fallen out! It wasn't like she was going to listen anyway. Eventually, she dug it out and handed it to me, but almost... reluctantly. I shoved the key through the keyhole and swung open the door. We both walked in, still silent as ever.

Inside, it looked clean and tidy, obviously the maid's work, as Mikan isn't the cleanest person around. It was modernly decorated, and had many paintings and photographs hung around the place. I didn't pay much attention to them, but I did see a picture of two little girls. They had sun hats on and wore dark sunglasses. I wondered who those were, but shrugged it off. They probably were Mikan and a friend when she was younger.

I turned around to close the door. Once I turned back around, I heard footsteps crash down the stairs. I looked up to see two girls running towards us making a halt in front of me. I was definitely surprised.

One of the girls had auburn coloured hair like Mikan's pulled up in to a ponytail. She had crimson eyes…. just like mine. A bored look was plastered on her face, but you could see in her eyes she was definitely excited. The other girl definitely didn't hide her excitement, a large smile on her face. She had chocolate coloured eyes that showed excitement that matched her smile. She had raven black hair…. just like mine. Her hair was let down and had reached her shoulders; it looked as if she had just woken up from bed, it being very messy.

The girl with the bed head hair gave me a hug. She was very energetic. My hands fell limply to my side, as I stared down at this girl. The other girl eventually pulled her away and gave me a quick hug too. They looked up at me before the girl with the crimson eyes had spoken up.

"Hi dad! I'm Ai and this is Ima!" she revealed, gesturing to herself then the girl beside her. "But… you should know that already… right? You must have heard plenty about us from mom. Oh-hi mom!" she continued, and I looked over to Mikan. The gears in my head were working now as I slowly pieced together what had just happened.

"Mikan," I finally croaked, my voice cracking. "Why didn't you tell me I had children?" I continued, looking back towards Ai and Ima. Their smiles were gone now, and were replaced with horrified looks. They glared at their mother before Ai ran upstairs, Ima quickly following. My eyes landed back on Mikan. I was definitely pissed.

"Uh… I guess it's time to explain…" she murmured in a soft voice. I could see the tears in her eyes. Yes, it definitely was time to explain.

KK. What did you guys think?! R & R. Only constructive criticism please. I am posting this without editing, so sorry about the mistakes. I'll get around to doing so!