"Ruka!" A 5 year old brunette screamed. Tears were pouring out her eyes as she was reaching out for the boy just a few feet in front of her. The boy was walking off into the distance screaming back for the girl.

"Mikan! I'll come and get you! I promise!" He yelled. Adults were holding them as they fought against each other. They had never felt so horrible for seperating the pair.

"Please Mikan. It's time to go. School is starting." One adult said, ushering the brunette into the car.

"Ruka, I promise I will never forget about you." Mikan whispered to herself, as the car drove away into the opposite direction of the blonde boy, who was crying.

"Mikan!" A girl said, shaking a sleeping brunette. The girl flung herself back when the brunette leaped out of her bed.

"Ruk-...Oh...What's going on Anna?" She said, standing up from the bed. She shook herself and watched the girl.

"It's the first day of 6th grade! Get ready idiot." And with that, the pink-haired girl walked out the door. Mikan jumped to her closet.

"What should I wear?" She asked herself. She looked and looked. Finally, she found a black t-shirt with 'RockStar' on it, and matching it with denim shorts. She brushed her hair and pushed it into a high ponytail. Without even a second glance into the mirror, she walked out the door.

Mikan reached the end of the stairs, then walked into the living room, where her parents were watching the news.

"Hey Mom. Hey Dad." She kissed each of their cheeks and received a kiss from both of them.

"Hey Mikan." They whispered, watching the news intently.

"Why did you let my best friend come into the house?" The brunette asked, standing in front of the screen. They gasped and looked at her.

"She wanted to come in. So we let her." Was the only response she could get.

"Whatever." She sighed and walked over to the door. "Bye."

"Have a great day at school." Mikan walked out the door at that.

At The Classroom..

"Mikan!" Someone shouted. She looked around and found a boy calling her name. Her best friend, other than Anna.

"Youichi?" Mikan whispered as she shuffled over to him. Before she could even say a word, he grabbed her into a tight hug. "I...can't...breathe."

"Sorry!" He shouted. Everyone in her classroom looked at them. She smiled nervously and patted his head.

"It's okay. Let's go sit down at that empty table." She watched as Youichi made his way to the table. She followed. Just as she sat down, the bell rang.

"Let's get started!" The teacher yelled, as she walked through the door. "I'm Mrs. Lopex. Your drama teacher!" Excited much? Mikan thought.

While they were role calling, a boy walked into the room. He panted and walked to the teacher. They exchanged words and Mrs. Lopex pointed to our table. Mikan rolled her eyes and talked to Youichi.

"Isn't it ironic that we have all the same classes?" She asked, tapping her finger against her notebook.

"I don't know. Maybe it's destiny!" He smiled and hugged Mikan. While she was trying to pry Youichi off, the boy sat down and watched them.

"Youichi. Off. NOW." She hissed through her teeth. The boy didn't budge. "I swear, if you don't get your hands off me, I will hit you with my textbook."

"Mikan..." He whispered. She sighed. He won't let go. No matter what. I hate him, but I love him. She thought.

Youichi let go, though only when it was time to write or do something. Mikan took those moments to get a breather. She looked over to the other boy. He had short blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"Okay class. Please get to know the people in your group for the next 10 minutes." Mrs. Lopex smiled. "While I go get myself a latte`." The last part was a whisper, but Mikan heard it.

Once the teacher left, the classroom moved into motion. Mikan lost her temper.

"Damn it, Youichi. Get the hell off of me!" She practically screamed. Youichi unwrapped his arms from her, and kissed her cheek.

"That's payment for yelling." He winked and laughed as Mikan blushed.

"E-Excuse me...?" They heard. Mikan looked over at the boy.

"I'm sorry. But this idiot over here doesn't know how to properly introduce himself." She smiled and looked at Youichi. "I'm Mikan. Mikan Sakura!" With that, she hit Youichi on the head.

"Just call me Youichi." He said, hitting Mikan back. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm R-Ruka. Ruka Nogi." Blue eyes shining brightly, Mikan froze.

"Ruka?" She whispered. This can not be happening. She thought. The boy nodded. Mikan wiped her eyes and started to sniff.

"What's wrong?" Ruka half-jumped out of his seat.

"You came back. You came back." She whispered, almost crying.