A/N: I decided to try my hand at Gakuen Alice fanfictions this time. Man, this will be fun.

In this one shot, Natsume and Mikan are sixteen. Makes it easier to throw in the raging hormones XD

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gakuen Alice.

It's OK to die

1.Red Snow

When I die, will you cry?

Valentine's day.

Cold, desolate and white. So pure, unlike what it truly meant.

For the past six years, my Valentines day wish was to let Natsume have another Valentines day together with everyone. Well, specifically myself but I'm not about to let anyone know that.

In other words, I wished that he could carry on living. Not many knew that Natsume was dying. So many times over the six years did I find him crouched on the floor, gasping for air. Each time, I'd rush to him only to see him stand up, albeit forcefully, and say 'I'm fine, Polka.'

A wish for his well being which should not exist.

Six years had given I plenty of time to change. A little quieter than before, but that was it.

I'm still Mikan and he's still Natsume.

A quiet, stoic voice came from behind.

"Mikan."

I grumbled grudgingly and got away from the window seat. "Happy Valentines, Hotaru." I greeted her best friend with her smile. "You're not using your perpetual heat stimulator?" I asked. "It's freezing!"

"Idiot." Hotaru replied. "I'm fully dressed. The stimulator doesn't work outdoors. Plus, it's not my fault if it's still snowing in February."

"Oh! You're going out?" Man, I was slow. "I'm going along!" I declared.

"I never said yes." Hotaru frowned. "But I guess you could come along. I need the extra help. A kitten tipped me off that Nogi would be visiting central town today to buy female accessories for the swans. I need new blackmail material."

"Hotaru, you're so mean! But that won't stop me from going!"

(Hyuga Natsume)

"Are you sure you'll be fine?"

"Ruka, just go. I can deal with having no surveillance for one afternoon." I said with force.

Ruka wasn't convinced. That moron "I can't leave you alone in Central Town." He argued. "Plus, you just got out of hospital."

"Go!" I yelled. He wouldn't be happy if he couldn't buy his swans their presents.

Ruka sighed and mumbled a 'I'll see you later' before running off, leaving me to my thoughts.

Christmas was not white. Christmas, to me, was blue. Another reminder that the end of the year was coming soon. More crap for me to go through.

I looked up to the gray sky. I hadn't noticed that it was snowing but now that I did, I hated it.

I needed to go somewhere to seek shelter. The cold would put my weak body into hyperthermia mode and I wasn't ready to die.

(Sakura Mikan)

I was an idiot, honestly. Central town wasn't even crowded and I'd lost Hotaru.

"Polka!"

I whirled around. Natsume… I sighed. We were at the Sakura tree.

"Lost your friend?"

I sat down next to him. Poor guy, I thought. This was probably his last Valentines day. "You seem to be in a better mood today." I noted.

"The dark is coming for me." He whispered so low that I could barely hear. "I have to make them the best days while they still remain."

We were both silent for a while. The topic of death was a sensitive issue between us. See, we both loved each other but were just too stubborn to open up.

Abruptly, he started coughing harshly. I was getting used to it, but it still scared me senseless every time I saw it happen.

"Natsume!" I knew how I looked right now. Ugly ugly ugly, thanks to fear. He didn't look any better than me though. His face was pale, red eyes bloodshot and worse of all, he was sweating in the cold, harsh, winter. "I'll take you to the hospital." I put his arms around my shoulders and tried standing up.

"Hey, what the-" I yelled. A small fireball was formed at his hands but it died down almost immediately. I knew what he meant.

"Gee, I'll put you down, alright?" I grumbled. He was now gasping for air and his left hand never left his abdomen. His eyes were already beginning to tear up and I could see that he was chewing onto his lower lip.

Sadness marked my expression. "Just cry if it hurts, Natsume. We can't all be Superman everyday."

Natsume let out a small yell and fell on his back, still clutching his abdomen. Now I was panicking.

"I'll go get help!" I said, my legs shaking at the effort of standing up. Natsume couldn't be dying. Not now, not now!

"Don't go." He whispered. "I'm fine now." The fact that he still flinched didn't escape my eyes, as well as the fact that his face had sheen of cold sweat. Plus, he was still taking great pains to breathe.

I let out a sigh, mumbling to myself about stubborn patients.

Again, we were silent.

I wanted to talk to him. Know more. He had little time left to live this life…

"Darn." I muttered under my breath. "I'm crying already."

He nudged me lightly -I imagine the effort put behind it must've been huge- and put his head on my lap. "I want to lie here for a while. Don't cry too much, or else I'll get wet."

I gaped at him then smiled. "You're stupid."

"Whatever." But his expression was sad.

"You know," I began, then stopped. I didn't know what to ask him.

"If I died, would you cry?" he asked abruptly. I stared down at his eyes.

Natsume is…dying? Natsume is dying so soon?

"I don't want you to die." My voice broke. "I don't want that to happen!" I grabbed his hands. "If you died, everyone would be sad. Your friends, teachers, I would be devastated!"

He sat up. "Your wetting my hair, Mikan." His hands, still tightened around mine, turned, grabbed mine and he leaned in to kiss me.

"It's ok if I die, Mikan. I won't regret dying at all. As long as I know you're the one crying the hardest."

A/N: now that was…weird.

I hope you show love love.