Mochamochi: *squeals in excitement* Omg! I haven't liked looked at this story in like two years o-o. I am mucho sorry everyone *bows down repeatedly*. I had like major writer's block ^^; and of course school work. *sigh* AP exam in coming any who I hope you enjoy the story. I'll try posting a new chapter next week:/ Thankfully I wrote my plot line this time so I wouldn't forgetxD Like I said before (if anyone is wondering why this plot) it is because this was supposed to be for a NatsuxMikan competition. I didn't finish by the due date=[ Enjoy~ and I hope I somewhat got better:/ REVIEW333

Summary: Natsume and Mikan are now 21 years is an all-famous actor; his star role being a wedding planner. Also in his spare time, he is in charge of his perished mom's apartment. Mikan is a humble florist of Mikan's Garden who has been Natsume's childhood friend since the age of 6. However, having lived in the country side of Japan for her entire life with no TV or anything whatsoever, Mikan does not know that Natsume is an actor! Or that he currently has a girlfriend named Sumire! What will Mikan do?

Disclaimer: Sadly, Gakuen Alice is not mine if it was, trust me; I wouldn't be a sitting in front of this computer, and making up stories about Natsume and Mikan. I'd probably be in Japan XDDDDD

It was a night that would be unforgettable for two people. And Mother Nature, in her own way, seemed to deem fit these two hearts. She told the stars to shine their holy lights more brightly, and the moon to softly reflect her rays. She whispered the breezes to tease the cherry blossoms to rain down upon the young couple. It was a night of love making. (a/n: and no not that way -.-; my friends were like O_O when they saw this. Please I can't write lemon even if I triedXD)

The young girl's breath seemed to hitch as the boy cradled her waist softly. She looked in amazement at him as he whispered words of endearment to her ears. She wanted to cry from happiness—it was all she had ever wanted, and more.

The boy smirked softly from the girl's caramel tresses as he felt her heart beating wildly against him. He crooned to her again, reveling in the way the girl shuddered at his breath. She was so fragile….an angel like no other. But she was his angel; no one else's! He whispered fiercely into her ears, as he shut his eyes; stubbornly trying to ease his worry. "I love you…Kaiya."

Kaiya sobbed silently into his chest. "Oh my god, Youichi! I love you too!!!" Youichi lifted his head from her shoulders, and silently lifted her chin to stare into her amethyst eyes. He wiped away her tears with his hands. Then closing his eyes once more, he kissed her softly in the lips.

5….4….3….2…1…."ANNNDDDD…CUTT!!! That was brilliant Kaiya and Youichi!" A loud bell rang out signaling the end of the set. Director Narumi immediately got off from his director seat, and walked toward the actors.

Kaiya immediately pushed herself from Youichi's chest blushing. Youichi, however, seemed nonchalant toward his performance. Kaiya smiled softly at Narumi, who was practically glowing from happiness. "So did I do okay, Director?"

Narumi slung one arm around her shoulder and said, "My dear! You were born for this drama!"

Youichi snorted as he walked to the donut table, "That's because your drama is so cheesy that even an amateur could act it."

Narumi, who was used to Youichi's personality, just smiled. Then he stuck out his tongue at him saying, "Then why are you acting here then, Youichi?"

Youichi continued staring at the donuts, trying to pick a flavor, "Because you practically begged on your knees for me to act with that amateur over there."

Kaiya replied indignantly, "Hey! I am no amateur! I'll have you know that I studied in one of Japan's most prestigious acting schools!"

Youichi didn't reply, and Narumi patted her arm comfortingly, "Don't take it to heart every negative comment Youichi says." He shrugged, "It's the way he is."

Kaiya shot a glare at Youichi's back, "But still! He shouldn't be so rude to his coworkers!"

Narumi laughed, "Well he's been trained by the best in that category, I'm afraid. The infamous…errr I mean the famous Natsume Hyuuga himself! They're practically brothers and I'm not surprised Youichi picked some few things, besides acting of course, from him."

Kaiya merely sighed as she left them to go to her dressing room. Narumi walked towards Youichi who had now settled for a jelly donut. His messy silver hair gave him a childlike appearance, but his blue eyes with green flecks gave him a wise and mature look. Narumi sat down next to Youichi and put on his serious face (a/n: lolXD can you imagine that?). "Youichi, are you ready for the next set? After all it includes you and Natsume."

Youichi's bit into the donut and replied, "Tch. Typical Narumi to forget."

Narumi laughed, "I didn't forget anything, Youichi. I got the donuts, the set ready, the make-up artists, the camera…"

Youichi sighed, "Baka. What is today's date?"

Narumi replied innocently, "November 8."

Youichi, "And……November 8th is what…?"

Narumi looked confused, "I don't understand, Youichi. Care to enlighten me?"

Youichi glared at Narumi and demanded, "How did you ever become a famous director like this?" Narumi blinked but just smiled. He waved his hand for Youichi to continue. Youichi leaned in toward Narumi so that the other staff couldn't hear. He hissed, "You idiot!!! Its onii-chan's okaa-san death anniversary!"

There was a moment of silence, and suddenly there was a shrill scream. "NANNNIIIIII?!!!" Youichi made no move to help his director, as Narumi frantically started looking for a calendar. Narumi looked like he was about to cry as he stared at his personal notebook that had a red circle around the 8th of November. Narumi whispered fiercely to himself, "Oh curse this poor soul of mine of this stupidity." Suddenly a shadow passed his face, and Youichi looked curiously at Narumi who tightened his grip on the small notebook. An inaudible gasp was heard as the reality hit Narumi. He whispered in fear, "This means that I must –gulp- call Natsume…" Youichi decided to leave then before things became ugly; leaving Narumi to stare into his cell phone with a pale face.

(Natsume Hyuuga's apartment in Northern Nagano)

Natsume groaned slightly as a sole shaft of sunlight hit him across the face. He cracked open one crimson eye to glance at the time: 9:00 am. Natsume sighed as he thought to himself 'Today is the day…' Suddenly his cell phone vibrated, making Natsume frown. He reached toward his red cell phone and looked at the caller ID: Narumi. Natsume's frown deepened. He flipped open the phone and muttered into it crankily. "What do you want, Narumi?"

Narumi shook visibly as he heard Natsume. It was obvious that Natsume was not in a good mood. Narumi gulped once more before asking in fake cheerfulness, "Hiya Natsume-kun! So….how are you doing?"

Natsume replied coldly, "Cut to the chase, Narumi. I am in no mood to talk pleasantries."

Narumi took in a deep breath and talked rapidly into the phone, "WellyouseeNatusme. Iforgotaboutyourmom'…." (Well you see Natsume. I forgot about your mom's death anniversary and I already got the set ready. Soooo…I need you to come over and play your role as the wedding planner.)

There was silence over the other line, and Narumi waited with bated breath. The curt reply came, "No." Then there was a crackle as Natsume hung up. Narumi turned around to his staff with teary eyes. The crew backed away slowly with sweat drops, and quickly ran away. It so happened that during this time Kaiya entered, and went to Narumi. "Director, are you okay?"

Narumi didn't reply and automatically grabbed Kaiya like a teddy bear, and cried. "Waaaahhhh!!! Natsume is so mean!!!!" Kaiya sweat dropped, as she awkwardly patted his back.

Natsume muttered to himself as he brushed his teeth, "Damn that director. I told his specifically that I cannot act on the 8th!" He spat into the sink, and looked at this reflection in the mirror. Cold, red eyes stared unblinkingly back. Natsume silently sighed in frustration as he cursed himself for being stuck with incompetent fools, like Narumi.

Finished with washing, Natsume went through his well organized closet and picked out a simple black outfit consisting of a waist hugging T-shirt that showed his prominent muscles, and slightly baggy black pants. He would wear something more formal to the cemetery, but he couldn't afford to stand out too much in the crowd. Grabbing a black beanie and a pair of sunglasses, to hide his crimson eyes, he went downstairs to prepare himself some breakfast.

While smearing butter over his toast, his pocket vibrated; signaling that someone had text messaged him. Picking up his phone indifferently, he flicked open the sleek gadget to read. It was from his "girlfriend" Sumire. Natsume snorted as he read it.

Natsume kun3 Heard you weren't going to work today. Want to hang out ^o^

'Baka' Natsume frowned. He munched on his toast and quickly replied, No. I'm busy. He didn't have to wait long for a reply. Sumire's message was rather serious, Your dad won't be happy to find that you aren't keeping your promise.

Natsume scowled deeply, My dad knows the reason why I won't be taking you on a date today. And don't bring up that useless crap. It's not my job to baby sit you everyday. Closing his phone with a satisfactory click, Natsume got up from his table and cleared his plate away.

Then stuffing his wallet in his pocket, he casually opened his door and watched warily from side to side. Seeing it to be safe, Natsume walked down the stairs. However he immediately froze when a cheerful voice called up from above, "Heya Natsu! Where are you going?"

Thanking silently that he had his sunglasses on, Natsume smirked as he saw the speaker. "Hello Mrs. Yumiko. I'm just going to visit my mother's grave."

An old woman, in her mid-fifties, smiled warmly from her apartment room's small balcony, "Hmmm…I see. Then say hi to your old gal for me, eh?"

Natsume nodded respectfully, "Sure. Will do."

Before Natsume could walk off, Mrs. Yumiko called out to him again, "Ah! Sorry about this Natsu but—"Natsume raised an eyebrow. Mrs. Yumiko seemed embarrassed as she rubbed the back of her neck, "You see Natsu I was wondering if you could somehow delay this week's rent payment to next week; because my husband won't be getting his paycheck until this Saturday."

Natsume smiled softly to himself, almost invisible to the hopeful old woman. "No problem, Mrs. Yumiko. Just make sure you pay me by the end of next week."

A large grin broke upon Mrs. Yumiko's wrinkled face. "Sure can do, Natsume. Your generosity is much appreciated. Your mother would be proud!"

Natsume turned stiffly away, quickly, as he walked down the street at the mention of his mother. Mrs. Yumiko's gray eyes held sadness as she watched him go.

Natsume breathed a sigh of relief as he pushed open the doors of みかんの庭 (Mikan's Garden) floral shop. He took off his sunglasses and he stepped in to be greeted by a small tinkle of bells and the mixed smell of flowers and freshly roasted coffee. Natsume frowned when a certain brunette didn't greet him.

He wandered to the store counter to find Mikan closing her eyes, and bobbing her head to the music coming from her head phones. Her soft pink lips were turned into a content smile, and her cheeks held impish dimples. Natsume's crimson eyes widened as a small breeze, coming out of nowhere, fluttered some stray strands of brunette hair from Mikan's face.

Letting out a deep breath Natsume glanced at Mikan. She still had not noticed him! Growling in annoyance Natsume then smirked. He walked over to the polished, wooden counter and slammed his hands, palm face down, on the table while saying, "Oi! Polka dots!"

Mikan's eyes snapped open in surprise, exposing a pair of chocolate brown eyes. She let out a shriek as she fell off the stool to land in an ungraceful heap on the floor. Her headphones lay askew on the floor beside her. A husky male voice snapped her out of her trance, "Well what do you know? Polka dots still wears polka dotted panties."

Mikan immediately got up, and pulled down her skirt. She glared at the smirking crimson eyes as she blushed madly. Then grabbing a nearby stapler, which conveniently happened to be there, she hurled it at Natsume screaming blood murder, "NATSUME HYUUGA!!!"

Natsume dodged gracefully the incoming angry stapler. He replied rather cheekily, "Is that any way to treat your customers?"

Mikan still red yelled, "Ha! What customers? All I see is a big fat pervert standing in front of me! Neeeeee~" Mikan stuck out a tongue at him childishly.

Natsume rolled his eyes, "Real mature, Polka dots."

"It's Mikan! M-I-K-A-N!" Mikan stuck out her tongue at him again.

Natsume's eyes turned serious, "If you don't put that tongue away, I'll bite it."

Mikan's eyes widened and a blush crept onto her face again. She let out a small 'eep' and immediately pulled it back into her mouth.

Natsume sighed and said, "Look, polka dots. I don't have much time, I need to go soon."

Mikan immediately brightened as she straightened her apron, "Oh, right! It's your mother's death anniversary, right?"

Natsume scowled but didn't say anything. Mikan shrugged as she started looking around the flower bins to pick the right flowers for the bouquet. As she was doing so she was muttering, "Red….no pink is better. White is a must thought…eww! Definitely not yellow…"

Natsume sat down on a nearby chair; content to watch Mikan work. Mikan was currently pouting between two flowers; deciding which one to use. Natsume rolled his eyes and called out, "Just use both."

Mikan looked at him in surprise and said, "No way! I can't put both together; they don't match up." Natsume scowled again. What was with women and choosing?

After about five minutes, Mikan happily handed to him a bouquet tied with a satin white bow. "Here you go, Natsume. That'll be $10.99!" (a/n: is that too much:/ I truthfully don't know much bouquets cost) Natsume brought the flowers over to his nose as he breathed in their sweet fragrance; Mikan had quite outdone herself in this bouquet. A huge white peony was surrounded by a ring of tiny white pink flowers. Natsume handed a twenty dollar bill, as he prepared to leave.

Mikan called out to him, "Hey Natsume! You forgot your change!"

Natsume replied, as he opened the door, "Just keep the change." Then a loud tinkle of bells was heard as he closed the door.

Mikan squealed happily, "Yay! I can buy Howalons!!!"

Mochamochi: This has to be the longest chapter I have ever wrote in my entire life o-o; any way I hope I didn't mess up too bad although I'm pretty sure I did . And I'm sorry if Natsume is a little OOC, I sort of forgot his personality:/. I have to read G.A again (_ _)… please leave a review:3 No flames please w because we should love each other not hate each other;D *drum rolls* presenting Natsume-kun!

Natsume: Review for this sad author=.= she needs all the help she can get.

Mochamochi: Aw~ Natsume don't be like

Natsume: I'm just speaking the truth, you ugly hag =3=

Mochamochi: Why you…?! [then evil smirk]

Natsume: […]

Mochamochi: Natsume, Natsume, Natsume…keep acting like that and I won't let you kiss Mikan in this story ^3^

Natsume: damn you…

Mochamochi: That' what I thought:p plz look forward to the next chappie~