Hi there...this is my first fanfiction...well the first that i posted here anyway...if you could kindly R&R then I'd be grateful...

A big shout out to sonya sison...hi beshy!!! (Wait...am I allowed to do that?) Enjoy!!

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Mikan woke up feeling all giddy, a smile still plastered on her face. She got up to prepare for another day of school. Up until yesterday she hardly did anything special when preparing for school, but now she took a small tube shaped item from her dresser and applied some of the liquid from it onto her lips.

She looked at herself in the mirror and combed her hair down. She combed her hair over and over and over. "I want to look good... for him..." she muttered as she continued to comb her hair. Her brunette hair that he had often burned and tried to burn, it was usually up in ponytails. The ponytails which she dangled form side to side to catch his attention but never did. And yet, here she was putting her hair down. She had never done it before, and now she was. She did not need to dangle her hair on front of him any longer. And that made her happy.

She looked at the clock on her dresser; 7:50. "I'm going to be late!" normally, she'd run as fast as she could to the classroom. But it wasn't necessary--no, she couldn't. Proper women shouldn't act that way. Women with dignity needed to walk with poise and pride. This would surely impress Natsume.

And so she walked slowly, her head held up high, like a princess would walk. And she did look like a princess. She was beautiful, and her flowing hair made her look royal. She kept glancing at her watch though. She hated to be late. "I want to look good... for him..." she told herself again as she clutched the paper that was folded neatly and placed in her pocket. She'd never let it go.

She finally reached the door to their classroom. She looked down at her watch; 8:10. She held her head even higher and walked into the room.

"Mikan, you're late." Mr. Narumi said as she walked in. Mikan paid no attention to him and searched the room for the familiar jet-black hair. "There." she noted mentally as she caught a glimpse of him at the last row.

Mr. Narumi had noticed this. "Mikan, you're late." he repeated. Mikan looked at him and her eyes widened a bit, but noticing this was Mr. Narumi they went back to their normal size. He was wearing a Peter Pan costume. "I'm sorry." She said and bowed her head. "Mikan, you've been late for four consecutive days, what wild things are you up to?" he asked playfully.

"I want to look good, for him..." she said to herself.

She was about to sit down and ignore this statement, but intelligent women need their wits about them. They've got to shoot back at any incoming attack and protect themselves. Mr. Narumi had fired at her, and she had a comeback anyway. Wise women think before they act, but don't they say something when they do have something to say? They do, don't they? "It'll impress him." Mikan muttered.

"What was that, Mikan?" Mr. Narumi asked.

This was it. If she was going to say it, she had to say it now, right? Now's the right time. Go. Aim for it. Shoot.

"The only wild thing here is you're ridiculous outfit." Mikan snapped and looked over at Natsume. He had a manga on his face like always. "Did he hear me?" She wondered.

Mr. Narumi was flustered and blushed, obviously taken aback by this statement. Students would often speak their mind about what they thought of his outfit, but he never once heard such a rude comment coming from Mikan Sakura, the student he devoted his attention to and tried his best to help. He was the one who entered her into the academy after all. He even let her call him father, let her sleep in his bed on her first day in the academy when she was homesick!

The rest of the students gave muffle laughs. Mr. Narumi cleared his throat, and Mikan took her seat--next to Natsume.

"As I was saying," Mr. Narumi began, "there will be a fireworks display on the twentieth of August." he flipped his hair nervously, still disturbed by the former incident. "Must... must be her PMS..." he thought.

Mikan looked at Natsume. "Did he hear me?" she wondered. She continued to look at him and clutched the paper still in her pocket--she blushed. She blushed good and hard, turning several shades of pink and then red until she ended up looking like an over ripe tomato.

"What are you staring at strawberries?" Natsume's muffled voice came ringing from under his manga. "Na...Na...Natsume..." she stammered snapping out of her reverie and turning several deeper shades of red.

He took the manga off of his face and looked at her. "What's up with your face?" he asked, unamused and emotionless like always. "Did a giant tomato explode in front of you?" his tone of voice did not change.

"N...no…" Mikan replied, a bit taken aback. If he had confessed his attitude towards her would change, right? Even a little? Then why was he acting this way? "Acting? Yes! Maybe that's it. Right. He must be acting." Mikan thought as her face gradually became pink and turned back to its usual color.

She stared at him blankly for a minute. "Did you just call me strawberries again?" She asked, her Mikan-ness coming back to her.

"Yah...and so?" Came his monotonous reply.

Mikan scorned at him and pouted. She looked away quickly, and her untied hair flipped about and hit Natsume's face. Natsume swiped the brunette hair off his face and glared at Mikan.

Mikan noticed this, her heart thumped loud and hard. "What?" She asked as she turned to face him. Her heart beat loudly, so loudly that she thought that even Mr. Narumi might have heard it.