Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice or any of its characters.


A.N. This chapter is dedicated to my varsity teammate, Anica, who fractured her skull after an accident during our football practice.

And of course, to my Ate Diane!


Previously on The World is a Vampire… XD

Mikan lifted up the corner of her blanket and when she took a step, the inevitable came. It was then she noticed that she held only three corners of the blanket and she knew she was going to die.

Just because she fell down the stairs.


Mikan shut her eyes close, waiting to feel the excruciating pain the fall would give her. A broken wrist or joint, a fractured skull or probably a broken neck. But all feelings went afloat and she knew she was literally floating! Her eyes opened quickly -for heaven, she knew, was a far cry from this! As she gazed into the darkness that carried her, her body forgot everything about hunger. All thoughts of starvation turned into cold fear mixed with a pinch of annoyance. "P-put me down!"

If someone had been listenting, they wouldn't have felt the chuckle that vibrated from the man. Her head was too close against his chest and she could hear the slow pulse of his heart, the tickling sound of his silly dark laugh and his even breathing. She wanted so much to punch the man on the face, slap him to kingdom come, but she knew the fright she felt before actually falling down the stairs drained all the life out of her. And being this close to the man who confused her so was draining her energies even more. Defeated, she leaned her head against the throbbing on his chest.

Could the staircase be any longer? Because they were taking forever, that's for sure. She felt him pause on his steps and she gazed up at his dark features. Before she could open her mouth to speak, her stomach growled. Her face flushed and he resumed walking... towards the kitchen.


The same thoughts that a certain Hyuga had when Mikan was sick, also filled Persona's mind. But it was as if he knew her to that extent as well -or was she just an easy book to read? Because had she been her well self -she probably would have freaked out, squirmed till she fell down, or she would not stop cussing on his face or kick him once and for all on the gut, permanently making him sterile. But the extra warmth she radiated told him that she was sick -so the rumors were true.

It was still unknown to him why he chose to save her from the possible idiotic slip she could have had, and why he chose to carry her in his arms, with blanket and all. He knew that he would be too pleased to watch her writhe in pain and finally see her bleed had she fell, but his body acted instantly to save her. Lucky girl.

And now he was sure that she was feeling too sick to even comprehend things properly. Maybe she forgot that they shared something quite traumatic just yesterday because now she was leaning to him and if he chose to stare at her pale face, he would forget to breathe. He stole a glance of her weak form and he could not help but smile. Pfft. Another vulnerable moment.

Thoughts played inside his mind as he kept quiet. He tried to think of some mind games for her but knowing she was unusually dumber to cooperate, his thoughts switched to stripping her till she cried in realization. But as much as he wanted to play with her, it was unfair to pick on her while she was physically worn-out.

He put her down on the breakfast bar and threw at her the first thing he could grab onto -an apple. His act frightened her, maybe, because he caught her staring at the red orb as she clumsily caught it, as if waiting for it to dance before her very eyes. He snorted. "That's for eating, not staring."


When Mikan woke up that morning, an incredible feeling enlightened her. The dizziness on her head disappeared to zilch. It felt like a storm had passed. She quickly hopped off her bed and she grinned. But when something dark had caught her eyesight, she froze in midst of her arm-stretching. The foreign object lay comfortable on the foot of her bed and as she drew closer to examine it, she knew it was not too foreign at all.

The unique scent that covered it awoke her and told her that whatever obscure, weird dream she had about him last night was real. A hundred percent real. Instead of freaking out, she smiled and took the black coat from the bed and held it close against her chest. "That idiot…" she whispered as she folded it neatly. It didn't even smell, considering that Persona could have worn the garment twenty-four-seven.

After taking a warm bath and getting dressed, she put the coat inside her schoolbag to make sure she would give it back to him incase she saw him later. Slipping her feet in her shoes, she took a deep breath and stepped outside of her room. She strolled towards her first class, greeting everyone on the way with a smile. It would be a good day, she thought. She could feel all positive energies flowing on her sides. Her vigor was back. She entered her classroom and saw her classmates faces. "Good morning, everyone!"

Her friends greeted her in return and plagued her with questions if she was really okay to come to school at once. Mikan waved her hands at them, thanking them for the concern and assuring them she was okay. As she finally reached her seat, she saw how Hotaru gave her a smile as Ruka did too, while he kept his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. She noticed that Natsume's face was nowhere in sight -it was currently buried in his manga.

"Good morning, Natsume," she said, hoping to get his attention. All she heard in response, however, was a grunt. So she ignored his usual cold nature and sat down on her seat. His stern attitude would be good for now, rather than him teasing her about her sakura-bra. Ugh. As she was about to get her notebook and pen from her bag, Narumi entered the classroom.

"Ohayou, my wonderful students," Narumi said as he stood in front of the class. He scanned the students and saw the person he was looking for. "Mikan… I need to talk to you privately please."

Mikan nodded automatically and stood up, leaving her bag open enough for Hotaru to see the familiar darkness enveloped inside. Her eyes widened and she hoped Ruka did not notice the shiver that run through her as he held her close.

Casually she slid off from his arm and told her boyfriend she had to check on her notes. As she neared Mikan's bag, she quickly closed the opening before anyone got a peek. Hotaru could not help but wonder what kind of trouble Mikan got herself into.

Was Mikan really that involved in Persona's world now?


Persona tried to get along through the entire morning by not spying on Natsume. Natsume was his habit. And he should be given an award for slowly being successful regarding his sudden cold turkey when it came to Natsume. But no matter how he denies it, he knew that Natsume would always be connected to Mikan Sakura.

The entire morning he spent his time fighting his ever questioning mind of her whereabouts or if she was feeling better already. Not that he cared for her. She wasn't much of a verbal-sparring partner when she was sick. He preferred her feisty and stubborn till the very end -not quiet and submissive. But damn it he could not erase the feeling of serenity that filled him when she gave him her first ever genuine smile out of gratitude after he carried her back to her room. He wanted to die and go to hell because he surely felt like a goody-goody saint.

But her faint smile made his pants tighten it frightened him with so much masochistic pleasure. And after giving him that smile, she moaned and fell asleep on her bed with that very deep blush -it made him want to stay longer than he was supposed to, observing her while she slept. The vision of her smiling and falling asleep while being sick made him close to horny.

In the midst of his keen observance, Persona a very interesting idea of imprisoning her in his lair, keeping her to himself away from the world, making her feel pain and making her cry then making her scream while he possessed her- Persona just clenched his jaw with unwanted anticipation. The idea of master and slave intrigued him to no extent. To have this noisy, happy Mikan Sakura loud for something dark and hot? Ooooh… nice and scrumptious. Who ever said that emotionless steel-cold clad jerks like him don't have the basic raw carnal need?

But the urge to tease her would not leave him now, he knew. So he peeled off his dark garments from his body and dressed as his other teacher self. He could not suppress the wicked grin that formed his lips as he thought of what possible reaction her readable face would have once she sees him in class. Would she act normal around him? Or fret cock-a-doodle-doo? Not that he was expecting her to get aroused by the sight of him… Or that he wanted her to see his face without the emotionless mask he always had on.

He took the walk to her classroom like a stroll in the park, amusing himself with the wondering, admiring, surprised looks the students gave him as he passed. God did these people like his face. Once he reached the classroom's door, the teacher inside quickly caught sight of him. Fear was the first thing that will strike the poor man, Persona knew.

"Yes, Serio-sensei? Do you need anything?"

"I will be taking over your class," he said, not really aware of the lame teacher's name. "I've some news from the principal."

"Oh!" the raven-haired teacher exclaimed with a wave of hands. He pushed his rounded spectacles up his nose and bowed, thankful for the consecutive interruptions he had in class today. "You take the floor then. Thank you!"

Oh! The power he had over these pathetic beings. He walked casually inside the classroom, careful not to scan all the students at once. He decided to surprise himself with everyone else's reaction when he's in the spotlight. "Good day, everyone, I have an announcement to make," he greeted flatly, raising his face to meet the teenagers. Out of habit he caught the crimson stare almost at once and he snickered. "I see that all of you are here this morning…"

A blonde boy with eyeglasses raised his hand. "Well… sensei, just so you know, one of our classmates was excused from class today."

"What…" he asked, his tone of emotion unsure, and though the boy did not tell him who the student was, his eyes quickly caught sight of where Mikan Sakura usually sat. Empty. His insides flared. "Where is she?" Why didn't he know? Was she still sick? Damn it that woman… All this dressing down for nothing…

"We heard Mikan was given a two-week vacation," the boy said, his voice very sympathetic. His face was obviously lonely for some reason. "Our teacher said that her only relative was dying."

"Two weeks…?" he whispered, hoping in hell that nobody heard him. Persona raised his face. "Oh well, I have to…" What's next?

"What was the announcement, sir?" a student asked.

Serio-sensei did not even bother to answer as he left the room at once.


Natsume raised a brow as the teacher left. If Persona thought he didn't see that change of look on his face, he was wrong –that idiot.


Hotaru clenched her pen tighter as she saw Natsume leave the classroom a minute after Serio-sensei left. Obviously, the two men vividly interested in Mikan had left the classroom. Not a very good thing.

"You cold, babe?" Ruka asked, sliding in the empty seat next to her.

Before her boyfriend could settle down in a comfortable squeeze, Hotaru pulled his hand and stood up. "Shush, Ruka… We're going spy mode."


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A.N. Sorry for the drabble. Just had to update.