And we're back again for another chapter! Now I realized, that in the previous story, I said Mikan was going into music, but in this story I said she was going into teaching. SO. She's going to be a music teacher :D

"Oi, baka!" Hotaru barked at her sleeping roommate. Mikan just gave a big smile in her sleep and continued her date with the sandman (for those of you who don't know, the sandman is a person that puts sand on your face and then puts you to sleep)

"Hotaru… ten more minutes," she snuggled deeper into her pillow and then yawned. "Maybe another hour…"

"I'll tell Natsume that you still wear polka dotted underwear." Hotaru threatened as she combed her hair. She was determined to look professional and put together. Her silky black hair was straight and she had threatened every single one of her hair follicles to stay in place, and even they didn't dare contradict her. She was wearing a white button down with a dress jacket over top that was crisp because of the power of her scary ironer that she had made years ago. It was huge and ironed the entire outfit within twenty seconds. Even her small black heals were shining from their recent furious washing. Basically she was the epitome of perfection.

"I don't care…" she mumbled covering her ears. "He teases me about it anyway…"

Hotaru pinched the bridge of her nose. "You leave me no choice you stubborn baka."

Mikan was absolutely not prepared for what Hotaru had in store for her. She was ready for the baka gun, a punch to the head, maybe even water all over her bed, but instead, she decided to rip off her blankets and then tear off all of her clothes except for her polka dotted underwear.

Mikan immediately flushed furiously and attempted to cover up her exposed flesh. Hotaru smirked at her. "If you don't want to continue to be in this uncomfortable situation, I suggest you get up and put some clothes on."

Mikan stared in horror. This was a new level of evil her roommate had just achieved. She stumbled to her dresser and quickly put on a bra and then pulled on a light pink lacy sleeveless dress that matched the color of her comforter almost exactly. She sighed in relief when she was covered up by the comfort of clothes once again. Hotaru nodded approvingly. "Now do something about your rat's nest hair."

Mikan rolled her eyes and yanked a brush through her hair. Soon enough, her hair went from something that looked like a nuclear explosion had happened, to a sleek waterfall of shiny hazel hair.

"Grab your cane, we have to get to class," Hotaru snapped at her. Mikan was being so rushed this morning that she felt like crying. All she wanted was another ten minutes to sleep, but her evil best friend just had to be the devil's spawn.

She approached the door and felt around for something familiar. She finally groped Hotaru's shoulder and felt a little more at ease. Hotaru didn't say anything, but she also didn't remove her hand. She was aware that her friend needed this much, at least. "Come on, baka. We have to go to the quad to get to our psychology class."

Though they weren't majoring in the same area, they were both receiving their minors in psychology, because it seemed to be an extremely worthwhile class. Mikan was dragged through the hallway and then down to the quad. She heard an extremely familiar voice shout, "Imai! Sakura! Over here!"

Mikan felt the direction of her dragging being switched. She listened a little harder and was able to separate three different voices. It seemed like Hotaru took her to where… Sumire, Koko, and Ruka were. She smiled and waved energetically to everybody. "Good morning!"

"Now Permy," Koko frowned disapprovingly at the fuming green haired girl, "why can't you be this chipper in the morning?"

"BECAUSE I HAVE TO DEAL WITH IDIOTS LIKE YOU!" she exploded chasing him around to try and strangle him.

"PERMY IS A VIRGIN!" Koko sang as he was hounded by a furious Sumire. Her eyes burned with anger at that statement.

"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR INTENSTINES AND FEED THEM TO RUKA'S RABBIT!" she screeched as she finally got a hold of him.

"W-What?!" Ruka exclaimed, squeezing the snow white rabbit in his arms a little bit tighter. Hotaru's eyes gleamed and she took a quick picture of the nervous boy. It was the perfect picture. The morning sun hit just perfectly on him, his khaki shorts just showing his muscular legs and his white shirt emphasizing his innocent blue eyes. Everybody was too busy watching Sumire and Koko to notice the tiny blush that spread across Hotaru's cheeks.

"Somebody help me! Medusa has a hold on me!" Koko cackled. Ruka and Mikan just shook their heads. Koko was being an idiot for provoking somebody like Sumire. They had only known her for a day and they already knew how terrifying she could be.

Two hands covered Mikan's eyes. "Guess who?" a voice asked huskily.

Mikan harrumphed and turned towards the offender. "Natsume. I. can't. see. It will not matter if you cover my eyes. If anything, it just gives me a clue as to who you are because your hands are so familiar to me."

Natsume raised an eyebrow. "Somebody woke up the wrong side of the bed."

"Something like that," she grumbled.

The air seemed to chill all of a sudden. Mikan looked at Natsume, confused. Natsume wasn't sure what had caused the icy change in atmosphere, so he just snaked his arm around Mikan's waist and drew her closer to him. His eyes narrowed at the intruder on the scene. Sumire even stopped strangling the helpless Koko.

A man of about 30 walked in the area, his hands folded together behind his back, smiling at the children. He had unkempt black hair and malicious dark brown eyes Mikan didn't know what it was, but he sent a chill down her spine. Maybe it was the smile that oozed venom, or maybe it was the way that his eyes seemed cold and unfeeling and she didn't even need to see to know this; she didn't care what it was, but she didn't like him.

"Hello children," he drawled out the words. "How are we today?"

"W-We're fine," Ruka finally answered anxiously. "But we really must be going. We have a class to get to."

"Oh," the man's grinned widened so slightly that it was barely noticeable to the eye. "What class?"

"Psychology, with Mr. Serio Rei." Hotaru answered, bored with this conversation already.

"Well then let's go together, shall we?" his smile now seemed more like a sneer to Natsume, but he didn't say anything. "Because it just so happens, I have to teach that class today."

None of the students objected; how could they disobey their teacher? They obediently but silently followed him to the class. Even Sumire knew to hold back in this intimidating new presence. When they arrived in the lecture hall, Natsume quietly whispered to Mikan its features. He described the smooth mahogany floors, the luxurious seats to take notes, and the high ceiling that arched over their heads in a dome.

"Alright, class." The kids in there who were chatting excitedly stopped their conversations abruptly at the arrival of the new teacher. The group settled down in their seats and listened intently to their teacher's words. "My name is Serio Rei, but I would prefer if you all called me Personna." Everybody exchanged confused glances, but said nothing. "Now this is obviously the class of Psychology. We will discuss a variety of topics in here," he made a lazy hand gesture. "Such as, dreams, fears, mental illness, sadism and many other areas. Any questions?"

"Yes," Koko raised his hand with a very straight face. "Can we start the sadism today?"

Oh Koko. You like Permy, so is it a surprise that you're probably a masochist? That's the chapter for today! I am SO excited. I finally did a little chapter chart on what I want every chapter to look like, so I actually kind of know where I'm going with this one. Proud of me? ;) And HEY~! If you haven't read the first story, you should definitely go read that. Or you could read my other story Mikan's Mailbox, while waiting for the next chapter! Or you could cook a kitten into a pie! Your choice! Peace out girl scouts!