Sleep? Who needs sleep? YOUR MOM needs sleep. (:

[OHEMGEE, POINTS IF YOU SPOT THE HARRY POTTER REFERENCE.]

Just got back from a summer camp full of perverts, here's what ya'll get!


"Oh come on, Natsume, it'll be interesting."

"The small size of your brain is interesting."

"Jeez, Natsume," Mikan pouted and crossed her arms, "It's not that bad an idea."

Natsume sighed and ran his hands through his hair, "Why do you even want to do this in the first place?"

"I told you!"

"And I'm telling you it's a dumb idea."

"Which is why I'm not forcing you to do it!"

"Idiot. Of course I'm not doing it, if I go and erase my memories, who's going to make sure you don't do something stupid, again, and get yourself in trouble?"

"I won't!" Mikan's eyes widened innocently.

"Right," Natsume smirked idly, flashing a fang at her.

The young brunette vampire beside him was still puffing up in indignation, "I'll be careful!" She insisted.

"Oh-kay," Natsume held up his hands in mocking surrender, "Whatever you say, I'm just wondering what you're intending to do when the memories coming back to you begin to drive you insane."

"That's what you're for." She beamed up at him, her lengthened canines gleamed.

"I feel so needed."

"You and Hotaru are coming with me."

"I knew Imai was involved."

Mikan scowled, "Don't blame this on Hotaru."

"You're siriusly bipolar."

"STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT." Mikan sat up leaned forward.

"I'm not," Natsume yawned and rubbed a crimson tinted eye, "But it's getting late, can we discuss your memory-wipe-escapade later?"

"It's only 7 a.m.," Mikan huffed.

"I need nine hours."

"Your mom needs nine hours." [A/N okay, sorry, I couldn't help it.]

"What the hell are you on?"

"Endorphins," Mikan said promptly, "Speaking of endorphins, when was the last time you ate?"

"Um," Natsume eyed the door speculatively, "Not long ago. I have to go sleep now so if you'll excuse me." [A/N YEAH RIGHT, YOU'RE NO GENTLEMAN, PERVEEEERT.]

"Nuh-uh, you're hungry, faker." Mikan placed her hands on slender hips and stood in front of his line of vision, blocking his escape route.

"I'm fine," He really didn't need the endorphins from his bite making Mikan any ditzier right now, not when she still had that memory wipe idea in her head.

"Natsume," Mikan's voice took on a warning tone.

"I'm fine," he said firmly.

"No." Mikan said, "You're not."

"Yes I- what are you doing."

"Helping you."

Mikan had bitten her wrist and the room was filling with the scent of her blood. Natsume's eyes glowed a bright red. He cursed softly.

"See," Mikan said accusingly, "You're STARVING."

"I was exercising self control."

Mikan blinked in confusion, "You don't need self control."

"Yes," Natsume ground out, stepping lightly away from her, "I do."

"You shouldn't." She stepped forward.

"Not now, later when you've calmed down."

"What, do you think I'll go and wipe my memories while I'm on the endorphins rush?"

That's exactly what Natsume was thinking, but he figured that wouldn't be the thing to mention right now.

"That's not the point, Polka."

"It is the point. You don't trust me." Mikan stepped forward, "I'll prove it."

"Mikan," Natsume's voice came out as a growl and he was backing away quicker now, dredging up the last of his self control, "Stop, really."

"Too late," Her canines glistened and she sprang at him, knocking them both over on the bed.


NATSUME CAN TOO BE RESPONSIBLE. (: [Or at least try and fail.]

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FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL IT.

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