More childhood experiences! Introduce: Older brother Tsubasa who should definitely marry me!

Tsubasa: Ehhhh, what?

STORY CONTINUE~!

"Where's your dad?" Mikan asked curiously.

"Traveling," Natsume shrugged. "And this is my idiot brother, Tsubasa." Natsume introduced Mikan to his sibling.

"Natsume, you're such a brat," Tsubasa's grin twitched as he gave Natsume a noogie. He then turned to Mikan and ruffled her hair. "You're cute. Will you be my little sister instead of that obnoxious brat?"

"Sure!" Mikan giggled. She turned to Natsume and whispered loudly, "I'm stealing your Tsubasa-nii!"

Tsubasa grinned and scooped her up into his arms giving her a hug, despite Natsume's deadly glare. "I like you already."

"Thank you!" she gave Tsubasa puppy eyes and whispered something in his ear. Tsuabsa's grin suddenly stretched from ear to ear.

"Hey, Nat-chan," Tsubasa grabbed his little brother's hand. "Let's go to mom's room really fast."

Once they were upstairs in their mom's room, Mikan was astounded by its elegance. The carpet was cream, with no dirt stains or anything else, and there was a giant circular bed on top of a platform right in front of a sparkling circular window where the sunlight floated through. Tsubasa sneaked away and Natsume didn't even notice when he came back with his mother's makeup in hand.

"Hi Mikan!" Natsume's mother, Kaoru, greeted her as she hand washed her china dishes, her brilliant red eyes twinkling. "How was school today?"

"It was awful," she moaned dropping her head on to the gray marble counter. "Our gym teacher made all of the fifth graders play soccer against the fourth graders."

"Oh no," Kaoru looked at her, concerned. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"No," Natsume scoffed. "She's just so bad that she makes all of the other fifth graders look bad."

"I do not!"

"You're right," Natsume smirked. "I always save the ball somehow, and nobody gets mad at you."

"Geez, you're so mean." she pouted. "It's not my fault that I have no foot coordination. You know that I'm better at sports like basketball and softball."

"Yet you still can't play either one of them." Kaoru felt the need to remind her as she washed the dishes.

"You all are so mean to me!" she cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"I'm just teasing, kiddo," Kaoru chuckled as she placed a bowl of popcorn in front of the two. "There. You guys can go start the movies."

"Thanks, auntie!" Mikan gave her a big hug. "I love movie marathon Fridays."

"Are you staying over tonight?" Natsume asked, grabbing the popcorn.

"Um, yeah," she flushed slightly. "Aoi is sick."

Kaoru and Natsume immediately understood. Attention in Mikan's household was constantly on Aoi, so she was frequently ignored. When something out of the norm was happening to Aoi, Mikan's parents would completely forget there was one more person in the house.

"Come on!" Mikan was already hopping down the ruby carpeted steps that lead to the basement. "It's my pick so we're watching Tangled!"

Kaoru hid her smile as she heard Natsume groan and lumber after her. Natsume placed the popcorn on the end of the modern leather couch and collapsed next to it. Mikan, who was putting in the movie, jumped on to the couch and moved in close to Natsume. She nestled her head under his chin and brought her legs up to rest in his lap. He glared at her but didn't make an effort to remove her from her grip on him.

About halfway through the movie, Natsume turned to the intently watching Mikan. "Do you want to stay over Saturday too?"

"Oh, I don't know. Let me check with my parents." She joked, but Natsume could tell she was kind of upset. "I'd love to stay."

"Hey, don't get too upset about your parents." He said, letting his gentle side show. "They do love you."

"They sure have a funny way of showing it," she said sadly. He stroked her hair back and she settled back into him as they continued watching the movie.

"Natusme there's this girl in my class this year, and her name is Hotaru, and she's really amazing, and she's SO smart!" Mikan's mouth moved a mile a minute.

"Hn." He replied, reading. He wasn't really listening. He'd found out after many years that the majority of things she says are arbitrary and ridiculous.

"Mou," she pouted. "Are you listening?"

He looked up from his book. "No."

She huffed. "You're suck a jerk." And she ran out, but being the clumsy girl she is, she tripped and fell on her face.

"Oi, Polka!" Natsume called after her. "You should work on the whole tripping thing."

Mikan didn't understand, but she stormed out of the house nonetheless. When she was about half way to Hotaru's house, she finally comprehended what he had called her. And what she had worn under her skirt today. "NATSUMEEE!"

"Hey, Natsume," Mikan asked as she swung her legs. "I have a question."

"What, Polka?" he asked irritably. He was in the middle of the climax of his book and didn't care to be interrupted, even by his best friend. She was so focused on her question that she didn't even correct the name he gave her.

"What's sex?"

Natsume dropped his book. He rarely showed any emotion, least of all surprise, but something that could almost be described as shock covered his tan face. He regained composure quickly and glared at her. "Why are you asking such a stupid question?"

"Because Anna and Nonoko were talking about it, and when I asked, they said I was too young," she puffed out her cheeks. "Which is absolutely ridiculous because I'm in seventh grade too. Just because I'm a year younger does not mean that I can't know what you guys know."

Natsume mentally pinched his temples. He turned back to his book. "Ask Tsubasa."

"Okay!" she waved goodbye cheerfully before disappearing.

Ten minutes later, she burst back into the room, tears streaming down her face. She jumped into the lap of Natsume and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Natsume looked at her shaking form, startled. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't want to bleed every month!" she sobbed. "I don't want to have to go through any pain! Natsume I don't want to!"

Natsume tried to hold it in. He couldn't. He burst into uncontrollable snickers until he was on the ground trying to catch his breath. He looked back at Mikan, still trying to hold in any leftover laughter as he said this with a completely straight face, "I can't wait until he tells you what different positions are."

Evil Natsume, spoiling our Mikan's mind. I was really hungry when I wrote this. If anyone wants to send me a chocolate bar along with their review, it would be greatly appreciated o 3 o