-Beginning Play-

Me: The green cat-eyed girl was... (drum roll) Permy! In other words, Sumire Shouda!

Natsume: It was obvious.

Me: Oh, be quiet!

Ruka: Where exactly am I?

Me RUKA?!

Ruka: Natsume, who's this?

Natsume: Some idiot.

Me: I am not! Hey, Ruka, why are you here?

Ruka: Sakura told me to go to this place since she didn't want to be with some guy.

Natsume: Geh!

Ruka: I didn't understand, but I still came.

Me: Oh my goosh... =_='

Natsume: She hates me that much...? =_=''

Ruka: Um, guys?

Natume and me (totally unenergetic): Beginning play is out

Ruka: What?

-Beginning play out-

One last thing would be that I don't own Gakuen Alice only the plot =_=' and the songs... 'cause I made them on the spot. Well, anyway, I don't like this depressing attitude, so let's continue the rockin' fanfiction! Oh, and I own the random teacher that you'll see... the one in this chapter.

"WHAT THE FRIG IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Mikan shrieked, startled. Natsume just stared, freaked. He had called her by the style of her panties. Just as she was trusting him.

"YOU PERVERT! WHEN DID YOU SEE THOSE?! I'M NOT GOING TO YOU FOR ANYTHING!" she began jerking her hand away. But as dazed as Natsume was, his grip was unyielding. Fortunately for the two of them, the next class had started. Although, the two absent brought suspicions.

"Where could those two be? They were here earlier," the teacher straightened her glasses. "Has anyone seen Hyuuga-kun or Sakara?"

"Huh-uh."

"Nope." All the kids shook their heads. Except for the two childhood friends. Ruka worrying if Natsume had stolen Mikan already, and Hotaru wondering if Mikan had found out about Natsume's love. And that thought gave her concerns of how she may be taking it.

Little did those two know... Mikan was still clueless, and she was still despising Natsume with all her core.

"GET OFF!" Mikan screamed, still wrenching her hand away. Natsume, however, was gathering the situation. Well, the situation from earlier.

Mikan was finally beginning to trust Natsume. And then her start of trust plummeted when he called her by the print of panties he had seen before. Which was a first- he had never showed his perverted side (Hello? You showed it to the boys when you were fantasizing about Mikan!) Finally, he gathered himself.

"Sorry about that," he apologized. Mikan stared at him with dumbfounded yet slanted eyes. Then she outraged.

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT O.K.!" she shrieked.

"What am I supposed to do then?" he asked, getting irritated.

"YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING!" she hollered and continued yanking her hand again.

"Wha-" his grip finally loosened a bit, but immediately became even more constricted than before, making Mikan's right eye twitch a bit in reaction.

"You idiot," he said, all fury in his voice. His patience had finally run out. "Why can't you just listen for once?"

"Wha-"

But just then, fire gathered around Natsume's hand, making Mikan burn, fright & pain going into her eyes, but as quickly as it had materialized, it suddenly dissolved right after. Natsume had realized the sudden burst of heat, as well.

"What was that?" he asked, looking where it came from.

"You burnt me!" Mikan bellowed just as Natsume realized the blackness on Mikan's wrist. Natsume stared a moment in astonishment but swiftly assembled himself.

"Mikan, hide your wrist. We'll figure this out later. In the meantime, no one can know about it. We'll meet up after school, alright?" Fury went into Mikan's eyes, but Natsume didn't cease instructing.

"We can't let anyone know, whatever this is."

"Wha-"

"Just do it. The way it vanished so abruptly, you may be in it, too." Mikan scowled. She was in no place to argue. She could've shown Hotaru, but Mikan may be dangered by that herself.

"Fine," she told him through frustrated teeth.

"Good. Let's go. We'll put something around it," Natsume told her. Then he looked to the right.

"No one seems to be around, so we'll use toilet paper," he explained.

"Wha-" Mikan wasn't even able to make a statement before Natsume begun hauling her in the boys' restroom.

It was foreign lands to her, and she was especially uncomfortable. The strange things on the wall with an opening confused her. But the little opening like the one in baths and showers made her think it was a toilet. Either that or an under-handed shower. Natsume took her into a stall and started taking some toilet paper, leaving Mikan to look around from inside the stall.

There were three of those strange things with the openings. Then she saw three sinks when she peeked around the corner. They were to the left of the five stalls. It wasn't too different from the girls'- the strange weird things were the only big difference. Although it's still big enough for people to want separate bathrooms.

"Hey, Polka, I'm done."

"Geh!"

"Here you go," Natsume handed her some toilet paper, not realizing his mistake.

"You pervert," she scowled at him while she took the toilet paper.

"What?"

"Idiot," she said as she wrapped the long line of toilet paper on her burnt wrist. Natsume just stared confused. He had no idea what he had done wrong.

Mikan got out the pin that she always had in case her uniform fell. It was unlikely to happen, but she needed it. Pinning toilet paper around her wrist wasn't the original intention for it, but she used two of the pins she always had to pin it together. One was left in her pocket. Just in case her uniform really did fall apart. Natsume realized this, but he thought it'd just be a worthless use of time to ask. Oh well.

"Hey, Mikan," he started to say.

'Oh, now you call me by my name, stupid head?' Mikan sarcastically asked in her mind.

"I'm gonna go check if there's still no one there. You should just stay put."

'Sure~' she replied sarcastically in her head. Natsume, unbeknownst to her sarcastic remarks, headed for the door and peeked out, checking the right first, then the left.

"Alright, it's fine," he told her, "Come on out."

'Come out of where?' she thought while she walked up.

"Come on," Natsume motioned for her to follow him. He went in first, Mikan following after.

"Alright, let's go to class," Natsume said, looking to the left. Mikan glanced back at her wrist before they started off.

Natsume had a plausible story for why Mikan's wrist was bandaged up, so he was very calm. Mikan hadn't thought of that, so she was fine, as well. Not freaked at all. They finally reached the classroom, Natsume opening the door, hearing the lectures from within. Immediately, everyone stopped chatting and looked, giving Mikan some nervousness, finally realizing they had no excuse.

"Why are you so late, Hyuuga?" the teacher asked with worry in her eyes.

"Mikan hurt her wrist, and I helped her bandage it up," Natsume explained, making Mikan jerk her head toward him. He had a story all made up, and it wasn't even truly false. She was amazed.

"Ah, that makes sense," the teacher brightened, everyone murmuring in agreement. Inside, Mikan sighed in relief, luckily, on the outside, though, she was just staring at Natsume, normally. Not her normal, but actually normal.

At the end of the day, Mikan was relieved that nothing went wrong. As usual, Natsume, her, Hotaru, and Ruka were the ones that hadn't left yet. But when Hotaru walked to Mikan's desk as she usually would, Mikan was laid out on her seat with her eyes closed.

"Mikan," Hotaru said, making Mikan's eyes flash open.

"Sorry, Hotaru, today was just a little rough," she immediately said.

"Yeah." Hotaru knew Mikan. She would've said something about her wrist hurting if she wasn't hiding something. But she'd wait 'til later- Natsume was watching her intently with his eye color covered, as they usually were.

Unlike usual, Hotaru left by herself, and Mikan realized this. She knew something was up. Mikan would have to explain, and she knew it. They knew each other well, and Hotaru was smart. Ruka, however, was normal.

"Hey, Natsume, are you ready?" he asked.

"Sorry, Ruka, would you mind waiting at the front? I have to gather my stuff," Natsume answered with his usual solemn attitude. And it was true- Natsume had left his stuff all scrambled, so Ruka would believe it. Ruka looked at his with sour eyes that said 'Seriously? What the heck is wrong with you?'

"Alright," Ruka said and left the room grabbing his bag while he passed his chair.

Once he was long-gone, far enough that he wouldn't be able to hear, the conversation started. Or actually, the plan for the meet.

"Alright, Polka dots," Natsume turned to her. Mikan twitched. Once again, he had called her that, and once again, he didn't realize.

"How 'bout this? Meet at my house once you and Imai split. Say that you have stuff to do. Do you know where my house is at?"

Mikan rolled her eyes to the left, "Of course not."

"Alright, it's on Chaki Road. 347."

"Alright," she replied, annoyed. Natsume stayed quiet a bit, staring at her. Observing her.

"Mikan, I don't understand why you're so annoyed around me."

"'Course you don't." Fury went into Natsume's eyes.

"You're still on about that?! Just 'cause I got the chance you didn't?! Stop it! It wasn't my fault that that the judges were too stupid to choose you!" Mikan stopped breathing to stop her from crying. She just held it in. She had realized that he said they were stupid for not choosing her.

"I'm not to blame! Only those stupid judges are! Don't hold a grudge just because someone got to sing and you didn't!"

"You don't understand!" Mikan screeched, taking Natsume aback. Tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't hold it in anymore.

"You don't understand," she softly cried, "I didn't get any chance at all. They kicked me out before I got that chance." Natsume just watched. He wasn't able to understand. He already knew she didn't get to sing. What did she mean?

But just then, his perverted intentions came back to his mind. His left arm headed toward her as she was crying into her hands. He headed his right arm toward her. He knew he'd only get a second to touch her. He needed to enclose her so she wouldn't get out. He enclosed her in a tight hug, making Mikan open her eyes. But she didn't realize. She thought it was to comfort her. A few more tears escaped her eyes before she closed them again, crying while she held his right arm.

"Stop it," she cried, slightly hiccupping. He was a singer, and she was supposed to despise them. He was changing her outlook. He brushed her little left pigtail answering with a "No."

"Please," she cried.

"Uh-uh."

'I'm going to touch you 'til the end.' he added in his mind.

Mikan just cried for a few more seconds before making her gather herself.

"Stop it," she said more defensively.

"No," he answered more dangerously. Mikan started to finally resist, pushing away at his arms, but Natsume only tightened his grip.

Unfortunately, Ruka had grown impatient, so he was walking toward the hallways with Hotaru. Mikan had good hearing, and immediately became alarmed.

"People," she quickly announced, fright in her eyes.

"No," Natsume said, still clutching her tightly with his eyes closed.

"No, there's people! Footsteps!" she whispered, still in alarm.

"What?" he looked back at her. Mikan took this chance to push him away.

"Wha-" he said before crashing on the floor. Mikan immediately started gathering her stuff to make it look like nothing was going on.

"Urgh," Natsume said as he sat up. Ruka and Hotaru entered.

"Oh, hi, Hotaru! Would you mind helping me?" Mikan smiled, sweating a bit from trying to make it look normal so quickly. Her eyes were wide, so her smile looked a bit creepy. Hotaru just looked.

"Sure," she answered.

'I guess.'

"Ruka?"

"Why are you on the floor, Natsume?"

"Oh, I think Natsume fell over!"

"Wha-"

"Hey! That's' not-" Natsume started to yell, but Mikan immediately glared at him.

"Wha-" he started but then scowled. "Yeah, I fell, what about it?" Natsume was glaring back at her. He understood- she didn't want them finding out about the whole thing.

So, they started home. When Hotaru asked if Mikan wanted to shop, she said exactly what Natsume told her to say.

"Sorry, I have stuff to do." Hotaru just eyed her for a few seconds, then replied.

"Well, tell me what really happened about the wrist and Natsume falling over when you're finished with your so-called stuff."

'Knew it,' Mikan thought to herself.

When they reached Hotaru's house, they said bye like usual, and Mikan started towards Chaki Road where Natsume's house lay. Luckily, it was in the way of Mikan's house, as well.

When she got there, she stood there a bit, worried. What would happen once she got in? She knew Natsume was a perv, so that gave her more anxiety. She started toward the door, having more anxiety gather in each step. Finally, she had reached it, but by then, she was shaking in her boots. Her hand started toward the knob, sweating each second. After about thirteen seconds, she had touched it. It took her four more seconds to wrap her hand around it.

"Hello~?" she called nervously. Yes, she was an idiot. She didn't knock, and she was just holding the door knob. Luckily, Natsume had been heading toward the stairs, and he barely heard. He opened the door, making Mikan fall back.

"What the heck is wrong with-" he looked down at Mikan, "Why the heck are you on the floor?"

"Ah! It's your fault for opening the door so suddenly!" she countered and started to get up.

"Yeah, it was a surprise that I heard you wailing out here," he replied.

"Sh-Sh** up!"

"Come on, idiot," he said as he walked away from the door.

"Gah! I'm not an idiot, idiot!" she caught up to him.

"Huh?" he looked at her.

"Idiot!" she cried.

"Urh," he looked back to the front. They entered the kitchen. The family room was to the left of it with a young teenage girl on the sofa.

"Who's whining with you, brother?" she called.

"You have a sister?!" Mikan yelled.

"Look at someone when you're screaming at them- don't look at what you're screaming about. And yes, I do."

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Gwah! No way in friggin' heck!"

"Ugh," Natsume groaned, "Stop acting so crazy- you're in my home."

"That's why I'm so crazy! I hate you!"

"Oh, you don't despise me anymore?" he looked back at Mikan.

"Gah! I do, you idiot!" she screamed.

"Whatever," Natsume answered.

"Errrgh!"

"Natsume, what's all the screaming about?"

"Oh, mother," Natsume looked back and turned.

"You have a mother?" Mikan asked more plainly than earlier. She was already turned.

"Yes, I do, idiot."

"I'm not an idiot!" she yelled back.

"Just be quiet- my mother's sick," Natsume told her, making a slight gasp escape Mikan's mouth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Mikan slurred, as if the whole sentence was one word. She turned back with fright in her eyes.

"It's fine," the raven-haired woman replied. "Natsume, who is this?" she asked her son.

"Mikan Sakura. We got somethin' to show you."

"What is it?"

"Mikan was staring at the weak, pale woman, so she didn't realize when Natsume started to unwrap her bandage.

"Gya! What are you doing?!" she jerked back.

"Hold still- I'm taking your bandage off."

"Oh, that," she relaxed a bit.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You look like an idiot."

"Geh! I'm not an idiot, idiot!"

"Hold still!" he got a bit aggravated, trying to unwrap it while Mikan was turning it and pulling it away from him.

"Urgh! Idiot!" she held it still again.

"You're the idiot, but calm down." She growled at him.

"There, all done."

"Hmp," she pulled her hand back. "Give me my pins," she ordered, laying her burnt right hand out to receive.

"Sure," he handed her the two pins. One prickled in her hand.

"Urgh!" she said and took it out. "Is that any way to give someone something?" she held it in front of him.

"Oh, sorry," he said in monotone.

"You don't sound like you are," she said and put the pins in her pockets after closing them.

"Natsume, she's burnt," the weak lady stated, looking at Mikan.

"Oh, uh-"

"That's what I wanted to ask you about, mother. I was gripping Mikan's wrist, and all of the sudden, I felt heat there."

"Fire appeared," Mikan faced him irritated.

"Uh, right- Mikan would know better- I hadn't been looking."

"Fire appeared, and it suddenly disappeared right after."

"Ah. I can explain the fire, but you said your last name was Sakura right?"

"Yes," Mikan replied.

"You don't need to be so tense around me, Mikan-chan. Anyway, do you know who your parents are?"

"Huh-uh," she shook her head, trying to be less tense.

"Ah, well, it makes the possibility unknown."

"Possibility of what? Er, I mean, I'm sorry for making you talk so much. Just ignore that question." The lady smiled.

"It's fine." Mikan looked up, worriedly.

"I knew someone that had a certain ability. You said it disappeared right?"

"Hai. That's correct."

"Hm. Natsume, when it dissipated, were you calm? And you were angry or irritated when it appeared, correct?"

"I wasn't too calm, no, but yeah, I was irritated. I was furious," he answered.

"Alright, Mikan, I believe you have the Nullification alice."

"What?" Mikan's eyes widened.

"And Natsume," she gave a sad smile at her son, "You inherited my alice, the fire one."

Natsume and Mikan looked at each other. Then back at the lady.

"Mother, what does that mean?" Natsume asked.

"Your sister already knows of her curse," she turned to the young teen, the t.v. flashing in her solemn face.

"Curse?"

"Mikan, Natsume. You should stick together- sooner or later, you will have to go to a very secluded place. Mikan, you should warn whoever you live with. And the close friends, as well. But they must not tell. Else, you will go sooner than you must."

"Wha..." Mikna's eyes were filled with worry. After that, Mikan went home, but she could not get it off her mind- the secluded place, her so-called alice. She was so worried. Sad. Lonely. Depressed. And it lasted through her dream, making her twist and turn.

It was dark. Cold. And very damp. Mikan was crouched in the cold room.

"Alice," a gruff voice called at her. Mikan gasped.

"No! Please! Nooooooo!"

She finally woke up, gasping and panting. It was horrifying.

"Unhhh," she laid back onto her bed. So scary. She was so frightened.

"Mikan?" her Ji-chan peeked through the door. "It's 6:37."

"Oh, thanks, Ji-chan," she said and got up. She did her normal routine: get dressed, teeth, bathroom, brush hair and put it in two pig-tails, and finally grab a piece of bread on her way out.

"Bye, Ji-chan! See you later!" she called. But what if she wouldn't?

At school, she sat in her desk, worried. And a bit dazed, too.

"Mikan~? Earth to Mikan~?" Anna asked. Nonoko waved her hand in front of Mikan.

"Mikan," a calm, small voice said from behind them. It was Hotaru. "Mikan, you didn't tell me what happened yet." Mikan just stared at the front, having an urge to cry. Her head fell on the desk with no brace.

"Mikan!" Natsume hurried over. "Sh**, she's way upset. Hey, Mikan, it may not be so bad. We won't know."

"It is," she whispered in a cry, her eyes bubbling up. "It will be." She sniffled. She could barely here anyone- her ears were dampened. At least that's how it felt to her.

"Mikan!" Natsume got in the most. She could barely make out him screaming her name. Everyone else was distorted gibberish to her. She felt so alone. Like she was drowning in a never-ending, bottomless lake.

"Mikan! Mik-(blubber)" was the last thing she heard before she blacked out, her once big brown eyes becoming dark brown, lifeless orbs.

-Ending Play-

me: Oh my gosh, oh my gooosh!

Natsume: Why is Mikan dying?!

Ruka: What's an alice?

Hotaru: Why can't Mikan tell me what happened. You keep on prolonging it.

Ruka: Why does Natsume get Sakura-san?! (crying rocks)

me: Mikan!

Natsume: Don't say it like you're so cool! You killed her!

me (annoyed): I said black out, didn't I?

all but me: Wait, what?

me: (sighs) just wait for it, alright? (brightens) Anyway, thanks for the review, one person who reviewed last time. Thank-you for following my story and favorite-ing it XDDD It really means a lot, guys, so R... & R? I don't even know what that means... Well, see you next time!

all (Ruka's still confused, so he has a ? at the end): Ending Play is out!

me: Again, be more energetic!

Natsume: No.

Hotaru: I don't have to.

Ruka: And wait a second, Mikan's de-

-Ending Play out-