Disclaimer- Gakuen Alice does not belong to me. The poem used in this fic, however is mine, and cannot be reused without my permission.

A/N- And here's yet another short oneshot. I just wrote this poem sometime back, and then thought of writing a oneshot around it. Please do tell me how it is.


Do you feel it?

- By sweetsarcastic

"I don't want to be your world...

...Just you favourite part"

It was common knowledge that Mikan Sakura and Natsume Hyuuga were more than just friends. One didn't need Koko's mind reading Alice to know that they cared about each other. What was going on between them, however, was a question nobody seemed to have an answer to. Not even Mikan Sakura.

Oh, she knew she loved him; she was no longer that naive 10 year old girl, unsure why she was reacting so strongly to Natsume uttering her name. She knew that his rudeness and cold attitude were just an act. She knew just how brave he could be, how selfless and loyal. She understood him well, perhaps better than himself.

And she knew she loved him. Gone were the days when just the one rude comment from him could make her go up in flames, and not from his Alice.

Almost a year after her arrival at Alice Academy, she had felt that she was at least liked a little bit by Natsume. Little things, little words, small acts, so significant when she thought about them now; his way of letting her know he cared.

But 3 years later, at the age of fourteen, she still had no idea, if the boy with a stone wall for a face (heck, even that was more expressive!) ,loved her or not.

Sighing, she reached for a pen and paper. 3 years had changed some things in her. All that reading every year led to the discovery of a love for poetry, and even more surprisingly, a joy in writing it.

For her, there was no better way to get rid of unwanted emotions than writing a poem about them.

Pen in hand, she looked out of her window, deep in thought. And then suddenly, the words began to flow.

Do You Feel It?

Do you feel it, in the air

Thick and almost tangible

Does it smother you, or does it

Set you free?

Do you feel it, between you and me?

Do you feel it, in you skin

The sparks that dance and flitter

Does it tingle? Do you shiver?

Or does it make you want to shudder

Do you feel it, between you and me?

Do you feel it, inside your heart

The skip, the flutter, the strain

To grow a pair of wings and fly

Does it leave you breathless, or does it

Leave you sick?

Do you feel it, between you and me?

Do you feel it, in your soul

The strong irresistible pull, the feeling

Of belonging, of happiness, of joy

Do you feel empty? Or do you feel complete?

Do you feel it, between you and me?

Putting her pen down, Mikan stretched and smiled. It felt good to vent her frustration.

She picked up her poem and read it again.

She didn't know whether he loved her, and though it was frustrating, it didn't matter that much.

She did know that whether or not he loved her back, she would never let him be lonely again.

She loved him, and that would never change.

She was never, ever, going to give up on him.

The End