Another Gakuen Alice fic. . . Well, please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice

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Mikan pressed her palm to her pounding forehead. Mikan forced herself into a seating position. What happened last night? She wondered, shutting her eye lids. The light that was pouring in from the open curtain hurt Mikan's eyes. Oh. Then she remembered everything. Well, almost everything. Kitsuneme had snuck in some beer from God knows where. Everyone in class their class (plus Tsubasa and Misaki) had gotten wasted, and some pretty crazy shit happened. Kokoro and Permy had hooked up, and Permy gave him a lap dance. Tsubasa and Misaki spent the night making out. At first, Hotaru refused to drink, but a totally wasted Mikan convinced her to drink. Then, well, Mikan didn't want to remember what Hotaru and Ruka did.

A grunt came from beside Mikan. Mikan stiffened and removed her hand from her burning eyes. There he lay beside her. Him. Her worst enemy. Hyuuga Natsume. Memories flooded back into Mikan's hung over mind. Her blood-shot brown eyes widened, and her swollen mouth fell agape. The blood drained from her face, and she dropped the sheet she'd been using to cover her chest. Mikan couldn't move. She felt like she was paralyzed.

Her eyes darted around the room. The walls were painted a dark blue, and the furniture matched in mahogany and blacks. The sheets were a navy blue, with lighter blue stripes. Mikan never imagined Natsume to be a stripes person.

Natsume stirred beside her. He groaned and sat up quickly, digging his palms into his eyes.

"Jesus Christ! I'm never drinking again." Natsume growled. Mikan still couldn't move, but Natsume sensed a second being in the bed.

He brought his head up, and his red eyes met Mikan's. Mikan had never seen her enemy's eyes so large.

"Polka-dot?" He questioned, tone low, "What the hell are you doing in my room?"

Mikan's jaw was still locked. Finally, she forced herself to speak. But it only came out in a croak, "Last night."

Natsume's brow furrowed, until it dawned on him. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh, shit. You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Mikan's tongue felt like sand paper. She ran the rough tongue over her dry, cracking lips. "No, I'm not. It really happened."

"I'm going to kill Kitsuneme!" He snarled, clenching the sheet between his strong pale fingers.

Mikan could talk anymore. Her mouth was too dry.

He glanced at her with raging crimson eyes, "What's your problem?"

"Nothing," She rasped out, "I just need water."

Natsume jerked his chin in the direction of the bathroom. Mikan nodded in thanks and slid out of his bed, stumbling across the plush carpet to the bathroom. A dull ache lay between her thighs.

She turned the cold water on for a moment, before splashing her face, and cupping her hands under the facet. She brought the water to her parched mouth, and drank greedily. Giving up on the cupping of water, Mikan turned her head, and opened her mouth underneath the cool water. It ran like silk down her throat.

"Take a shower before all the hot waters gone." Natsume said from behind her.

Mikan turned off the tap, and twisted around facing the raven haired teen. "What about you?" Mikan felt loads better.

Natsume shrugged, "I'll take one with you."

Mikan gasped, and skittered backwards into the counter top. "W—what?"

Natsume raised a brow slightly, "What? I've already seen you naked. It's not that big of a deal." Natsume coolly strode to the shower, and stuck his hand in between the curtains. He turned on the hot water, and looked at Mikan expectantly. Only then did she realize that both of them were completely nude. Mikan wanted to protest, but she wanted to scrub the smell of sex off of her.

So Mikan reluctantly got into the shower with her worst enemy. Let me say, that was the most awkward shower in her entire life.

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The two got to class before first bell rung. Hotaru was sitting in her desk, face blank. Ruka was in the back, head hung, and a light blush adorned his cheeks. Permy's face was stained with red, and Kokoro had a pretty satisfied look on his smiling face. Kitsuneme was hiding in a corner in the air.

Natsume growled from beside Mikan, his black sun glasses covering his blood-shot eyes. Mikan wished she thought of that. So she stood there with a rumpled uniform, blood-shot eyes and wet hair cascading down her back.

Mikan stalked away from Natsume and sat down beside Hotaru.

"Where did you disappear to last night?" Mikan asked. Hotaru had left the party earlier then Mikan and Natsume had.

Hotaru turned her head slowly, face passive, "My room. I was getting bored with drinking."

Mikan nodded thoughtfully, and didn't say anymore. She didn't feel like talking with Hotaru right now.

A flash of concern flickered across Hotaru's face, "What did you do?"

Mikan didn't answer, but mouthed, "I'll tell you later."

Hotaru nodded, changing her attention back to the board.

Ten minutes later, Narumi-sensei waltzed in, wearing a bright purple dress shirt and black dress pants. A shine in his eyes meant he knew exactly what happened last night.

"Well, students, did you have fun last night?" Narumi-sensei asked casually, smiling brightly.

A coarse of yes answered Narumi-sensei's question.

"Well, Sumire, did you enjoy yourself?"

Her face darkened, so red she reminded you of a rotting tomato. "Y—yes."

Narumi-sensei's eyes passed over the blushing faces of the class. His violet eyes paused on Natsume for a moment, before moving on. Then he finally stopped on Mikan.

"Mikan. . . Did you use protection?" The class burst out laughing, except for Ruka, Hotaru, Natsume and Mikan. Mikan's eyes widened at her sensei's words, and her face lit up a crimson red.

"I—I don't know." She managed, barely containing her embarrassment.

Narumi-sensei nodded slowly, and then said, "Well, Fukutan will take over. Good-bye!" His sickly sweet voice hung in the thick, tension filled air as Fukutan shuffled into the room.

With a few harsh words from Kokoro, Fukutan burst into tears and ran from the classroom. No one however laughed.

As soon as the door shut behind Fukutan, Natsume was on his feet with a flame in his hand. He stalked towards Kitsuneme and glared at him menacingly. Kitsuneme momentarily forgot he could fly, and shrunk into his seat.

No body moved.

Then Mikan, remembered how to use her body, shot up in her seat and yelled, "Natsume! Stop!" His hand stopped just before the flame stroked Kitsuneme's face. He sighed with relief and forced himself to fly into the air out of Natsume's reach.

Natsume growled, extinguished the flame and a stormed to the door flanked by Ruka. He faltered at the door, and shifted his head to look Mikan in the eye.

"You're boobs have grown in these past few years. After six years, they're finally an acceptable size." Then he and Ruka were gone.

Mikan's face burned, and she sub-consciously crossed her arms over her chest. She was a 32 C, so she didn't see what the big deal was. If she tried, she could fit into a 34 B, so there was no difference.

"I can't believe that jerk." Mikan muttered, face still flaming.

No one said anything, much to Mikan's relief. Then a moment's thought occurred to her, which had nothing to do with the situation. Why was Narumi-sensei her homeroom teacher, when she was in high school? Never mind that. Get back to the topic at hand.

Hell, life was going to be majorly awkward now. All because Kitsuneme brought the beer in.

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"What is wrong with me?" Mikan wondered aloud, after she had finished throwing up her dinner.

Hotaru cornered her after she came out of the bathroom and guzzled some mint mouthwash.

"Mikan, it's been two months. You should go to the school doctor. You're still throwing your guts up." Mikan sighed, knowing Hotaru was right.

"Fine. But you have to come with me."

Hotaru held out her hand, "Twenty rabbits please."

"What?" Mikan demanded, "You want money to go to the hospital with me, when you suggested it?"

"Twenty five rabbits." Mikan sighed noisily, and dug in her skirt pocket, and pulled out her twenty five rabbits. She was a three star now like Hotaru, on her way to be special. Stupid greedy Hotaru.

She slapped the cash into Hotaru's waiting palm, and the two best friends left for the hospital wing.

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The lady at the desk eyed the two friends, "How may I help you?" Her voice was sweet, and she was in her mid-thirties, with dark brown hair and eyes.

"Um, I need to see a doctor. I'm not feeling great, throwing up every day. I crave oranges, which is so weird." Mikan admitted, twirling her hair around her finger.

Sympathy was written all over her face. She took in the brown skirts, and knew these girls were high schoolers. "Just a moment."

And quicker then Mikan could utter a single thanks, she was whisked away by a doctor to the examination room.

After twenty minutes, her doctor had diagnosed the problem.

"So you've had irregular eating patterns? And you've been throwing up a lot, yes?" Mikan nodded, wondering what he was getting at.

He cleared his throat, clearly not comfortable with what he was going to have to say. "When was the last time you were. . . Sexually active?"

Mikan chocked on air, "T—two months!"

Her doctor swallowed the lump in his throat, "Miss. Sakura, according to the tests, and all that you've told me, I can confirm your condition."

Mikan breathed a sigh of relief. It had to be good news, right? "Well?" She prompted, "What is it?"

"Miss. Sakura, you have to remain calm." He cautioned, sea-green eyes filled with concern.

Confusion was the expression on Mikan's face. "What?"

"Miss. Sakura," He began, trying to work up the courage to tell her, "You're pregnant."

Haha, you already knew that. It said it in the summary. So, it wasn't much of a surprise. Ahaha, don't ask how Kitsuneme snuck in the beer, or why Narumi was their teacher. It just had to be that way for things to work. Aww, I left out Tsubasa. He was only mentioned. Don't worry Tsubasa fan-girls, he will come in sooner or later. Did anyone else laugh at the lap dance thing? I sure know I did. So, um, please review and I'll see you again in the next chapter.

~Emerald~

P.S- If you haven't figured out already, their six-teen.