Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice, sadly. If I did, Chapters 143 forward would not have been quite so … mushy? I also do not like Nutella… I hate most chocolate. But I love vanilla. I also do not own Hotaru's Baka Gun. I wish I did. I really do wish.

Author's Note: Heeeeey. Ekaterina speaking, personally HATE cheesy romance stories, but this somehow popped into my head one day. Or more like I really wanted to write a GA fanfic. Read and Review, darlings!

- love Ekaterina

Happy, he felt happy, a rare feeling in his cold and empty world. It had all changed when She had come in. Mikan with her quirky idea and contagious enthusiasm. Mikan with her kindness and fact that she never left him alone no matter what the situation might be. She was always happy, her curls bouncing around her beaming face and a kind word spouting from her mouth.

Natsume frowned and leaned against his favorite cherry blossom tree while placing a manga book on his lap. Why wouldn't she disappear from his mind? It was annoying, but frankly he like it even if he refused to admit it.

"Tch. Idiot. Annoying me even when she's not around…" he muttered with a shake of his dark hair.

"Hmm? Is your conscience bothering you, Natsume?" questioned a bright voice. He closed his crimson eyes with a smirk.

"Why? Does your conscience talk to you a lot?"

"Ano… Well…em. Yeah," she admitted with a light chuckle, her light brown eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Hmm. Why am I not surprised?" the boy muttered.

"Hehe. So what- no, who is annoying you? You don't seem happy," Mikan mused.

"…"

"Naaaaaaatsume! Don't be meeeeeaaaaaaan!" she cried, pouting childishly.

"I really wish I had Hotaru's Baka Gun."

"Buy it at a high price," she advised wisely.

"Shut up, Polka," Natsume sighed.

"AAAAAHHH! Evil Pervert!" wailed Mikan tearfully while scooting away from Natsume.

For the next few minutes the two sat by the trunk of the tree, a peaceful sort of quiet enveloped the summer air while cherry blossoms slowly spiraled down around them. A small but beautiful cherry blossom landed gently on Natsume's lap. Absentmindedly he began twirling the flower between his fingers.

"Hey…" began Mikan slowly.

"Hn."

"Well…Nevermind, it's not important I guess…"

"…Okay?"

"But- no I'll drop it," she murmured with a frown.

Natsume looked at her irritably, now he really wanted to know what she was talking about, "Spit it out."

"Alright, but don't be upset at me for it being a stupid question."

"I'll get grumpier if you don't tell me," he snapped.

"Ah, okay. But! If I tell you then you must tell me what was (or is?) annoying you!" she declared triumphantly.

"Whatever. Just tell me already."

"Well, I was wondering what exactly… Hmm, how to put this…"

"Oh come on, it can't be that complicated!" cried Natsume in irritation.

"But it is, or I wouldn't be asking," Mikan said dryly.

"…"

"Okay! Here , I phrased it right. What exactly is Nutella made of?" she asked slowly with a proud look.

"You are the biggest idiot. Ever."

"Well you asked."

"Tch. Waste of time," Natsume muttered darkly under his breath.

"Hey, now you owe me an answer."

Natsume stood up and brushed off his pants, he leaned down and gently placed the flower in Mikan's caramel brown hair.

"Well, I was being annoying by you," he responded with a shrug.

"Eh? But… How can I annoy you without being around?" she asked incredulously.

"Sigh. Maybe someday you'll realize how," he said with a slight smile. He leaned down again and gave her a small peck on the cheek before turning on his heel and walking away towards the school.

She stood shocked for a moment, but then regained her senses. "Ah! Wait! You never answered my question!" And she would never find out. Unless she read the nutrition facts.