A/N: My first fan fic.! I'm really excited about writing this and hope everyone enjoys this Hope ya review also. That's really all I have 2 say, so on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice…and don't want 2! If I did I have no manga to look forward or anime….duh.Though I wouldn't mind owning Natsume… I do own this story idea though P

Hearts of glass

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- "Love is a dance, one moment you lead, the next you follow"

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She hated him, she really really hated him.He couldn't keep doing this to her, he was playing with her mind and she couldn't take it any longer.

Flashback:

"Natsume," she breathed. He appeared on her balcony, shirtless and smirking. He looked amazing, one thing she couldn't deny. He was cute when he was ten, but at sixteen he was not only the hottest boy in the academy but of all Japan. She look down at herself, her light weight nightgown hardly being able to be called clothing, let alone decent. She blushed and tried to cover her self with her hands to no avail. "Get out you pervert!" she said. It was nearly three in the morning and the only reason she was up and awake because of one of her late night bathroom trips. He look her over, taking in every inch of her bare skin. She glared at his wondering eyes, finally meeting her own eyes he smirked.

"Polka dots.." he said. She took a step back, successfully tripping back onto her bed. In a instant Natsume was on top of her looking down into her hazel eyes. Her hair was down and splayed around her making her look like and an angel. He had originally come down to her room just to sleep by her as he often did when he couldn't sleep, but he had caught her. In a rare moment of being awake AND being in such and outfit. Not to mention her hair was actually down instead of being in the braids it usually was in at night.

"N-Natsume! Get off right now you per-" she was cut off be his sealing lips. She tried to protest and kick him off, but what girl could resist Natsume Hyuuga? She slowly began to surrender…then her mind kick and reminding her how she was not going to do this….again. (Don't worry nothing R rated in here, don't get thrown off.) She moved her leg up to his rock hard stomach and pushed him back. "No," she said seriously. He looked at her glaring, his crimson eyes becoming a bit redder.

"Oi Polka dots shut up." he was not happy with rejection.

"NO," she repeated, willing herself to be strong. Natsume leaned down and kissed her again, softly and quickly. Then he laid a stream of kisses on her neck, cheek, and forehead. She gulped, she had to be strong. "No Natsume…" she said softly. But they both knew she didn't mean it. He laid down on her completely and pressed his mouth against her and let his tongue slide through the small gap, she completely gave up. Mikan mind was completely silent as his tongue slip into her mouth, how she loathed him. Her mind or body wouldn't listen to her. Hotaru would surely kill her if she found out. Hotaru had once caught them on one of there rare make-out sessions and almost killed Mikan for not telling her. Hotaru made her promise never to do it again, she also said she wasn't that worried because she knew she was to young to take it to the next level, that both her and Natsume would never even try to get there till marriage. Of course Mikan had no idea what this next level was but knew it must be bad. Mikan snapped back into reality as she felt Natsume lips press against her neck. "You're going to leave a mark," she said. He lifted his lips from her neck and smirked.

"So?" he questions about to resume back to his previous actions.

"How am I going to explain that? People will think I have a boyfriend!" she said, Natsume almost rolled his eyes.

"Still not seeing the point…"

"Of course you wouldn't!" she said, he frowned and rolled over. This was turning bad, fast. "What is this Natsume? What are we? Why do you keep doing this?" he wanted to scream at her that this was the only way he could keep his cool, not lose it when ever she talk or look another guy. The only way he could not burst for all the love, he held for her, this was the only way he could not be completely in the dark. Did he want a real relation ship with her instead of a physical one? Yes. Nevertheless, he couldn't do that at the moment, not with Persona threatening to hurt her now when they're not even a couple, if they did become a couple and he failed a mission? She would be dead, or transferred. However, if he said that she would be worried sick, she had no idea how far Persona could go. So instead he climbed up to her pillows went under the covers and said,

"Goodnight Polka dots." He heard her sigh and even whimper before she went to the bathroom no doubt to cry. He just laid himself in her queen size bed (Which he had brought after the first time of sneaking into her room and finding a single bed just did not work). He hated himself, but this is what he had to do. He had to be selfish and occasionally hurt her so he could keep that ever-fading light in his life, all he needed was a little light now and then so he could look at himself and see he was not a monster. Because if his light left him, he would not be sure if he was human.

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Mikan wiped away the last of her tears and stared at her reflection. Her eyes were almost green; they always changed colors when she cried. Her hair was messy and she looked distressed. She hated him, as she had never hated him before. He was just a bloody pervert like Hotaru said, he only wanted her to make-out with. He probably went to a different girl's room every night….though that was unlikely since he was in her room every night. He probably only choose her because her room was directly below his and a quick jump to get to her. She tried to make her self look perfectly fine as she went back into the room, Natsume only a lump under the covers. She slip in beside him and stayed stiff as she let herself enter her mind; a very dangerous place at times. Why did she let him do this? Sure, she was a klutz, ditzy, not that smart…but she was pretty, sensible (at times) and knew right from wrong. Letting Natsume abuse and use her was not right…it defiantly fell in the wrong category. His breathing was slightly uneasy, he was not asleep.

"I'm stopping this Natsume," she said, her voice a cold that even chilled her. He turned to face her, his eyes matching her serious tone. "I'm not going to do this anymore, I won't let you use me." she blink back tears and swallowed the uneasy feeling.

"Polka dots--" he stared, only to be cut off.

"No, I'm not doing this. I will admit I am stupid…I mean I defiantly do not rank up there with you and Hotaru. But that doesn't mean I don't know right from wrong, and your wrong." she did not mean it to come out like that, it just did. Moreover, she felt a pang in her heart as his eyes turned into that light brown, the red barley viable. She somehow found him more frightening like that.

"I'm not using you," he said, his voice raiser sharp. "I would never use you." she wanted to cover her ears and hum, or hide under a desk like she usually did when she was scared. He looked enraged that she had even thought, but she wasn't wrong. Was she?

"Liar…your using me." he slammed his hand against the wall, making a dent. She was lucky he didn't punch it, it probably gone through to the next room.

"I'm not using you," he repeated. She let a tear flow from her eyes.

"Then why? There is no other good reason." she was right, there was no good reason. He laid down snaked his arm around her body and breathed in her ear.

"I need you Mikan," he whispered, "but this is all I can have for right now. I know I am doing many horrible things, breaking many rules by even allowing myself to have this much of you. And I don't even know how you allow me to have you, but you do. And I need it." Her face glowed red as she shut her eyes and laid back into him.

"Natsume…" she stopped, he'd be gone in the morning. She ignored the awful feelings that would greet her tomorrow and sighed. She turned and buried her head into his chest. She hated him so much, but he was like air to her. She needed him, without him she would die. And he needed her to, unknown to the rest of the world they laid asleep wrapped in their own worlds. In Mikan's he was hers and only hers, her boyfriend who she could relay on her who always called her by her name and was never rude. A world where he never had missions, no one thought he was dangerous; she was not scared by how much she needed him, a world where there was no such thing as Alice. In his she was his, no one else existed just the too of them in bliss. There was no Alice, people, world, no one but her and him in a secret place alone for eternity. They both knew grimly they would go back to reality and she'd insult him, he'd watch Ruka and her…how they were….them. She'd watch him walk away from her and not being to hug him when he was sad, or over step her boundaries. Because they were a game, a dark game they both played in a place where no eyes watch them but there own.

A/N: I thought it was good….ok I pretty much raved over it after reading it. I'm pretty curious myself to see what happens since I have nothing planned. I might start the next chapter now because I like where this is going. I tried not to make it to OOC, and next chapter you'll be able to see how different they are. They'll go back to normal…and I have a feeling this might be dark and sad. Review please