-1A/N: Even though I have few reviews I still love writing this story and savor every comment. Keep em' coming guys If you guys have any ideas, criticism, or even flames I accept them. I know this is weird But I think getting flames may help you become a better writing along with criticism, it will help me perfect my story. Oh and just to run this by you guys here is an idea for a story I might write:

Angel in the shadows: Blood lust…he has warp into the one he has hated and suddenly he knows nothing but the lust for the crimson liquid that matches his eyes. She watched this development from the shadows, with each year his world become darker and the hope for him to recover becomes weaker. Can she save him before times runs out? Or will she just be another victim to his blood lust?

Hmmm I don't know if its good enough to actually make. Oh and WARNING: Pg-13 content in this chapter, nothing horribly bad but this is a teen rated fic…don't worry no lemons though, just a step up ;)

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"You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel."

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He winced, that bullet wound was starting to hurt. He was almost to the meeting spot where Persona would tell him he could go home. As he approached the oak tree he immediately felt Personas aura, but this time it sent shivers down his spine.

"What a busy boy you've been," he said. Natsume just glared at him.

"Can I go?" he didn't want to chat with Persona.

"Of course…but remember Natsume, I'm always lurking in the shadows." Natsume just keep heading for the academy. He hated Persona as much as he hated Narumi, they were both sick bastards. Persona was sick and twisted in an open way that made you want to throw up. And Narumi secretly did dirty work for the academy, only he couldn't even openly admit how sick he was. Natsume look up at his dorm and immediately noticed the small light in Polka dots room, what was she still doing up?

"OK, I'm going to fall asleep now," Mikan said to herself for the hundredth time that night. It was almost four in the morning and she tugged on her side lamp making the room go dark. She shut her eyes and tried to sleep. Two seconds later she opened her eyes and turned on the lamp, where was he?! How did he think she could sleep with him out there probably dead?

"Natsume if your not dead yet I'm going to kill you," she mumbled darkly.

"I'd like to see you try," a voice said form behind her. She turned around only to fin Natsume already on the bed sitting on top of her headboard. How the heck did he get there so fast and quietly too?

"Natsume!" she lunged forward hugging him, he winced. She leaned back and noticed the blood stain on his uniform. "What happen?" without a second though she had the shirt over his head revealing the wound were the bullet had pierced his skin. She gasp and quickly went for the first aid kit.

"Oi what are you getting work up about youjo? " she emerged form the bathroom, tears in her eyes.

"What am I getting work up for? Natsume normal people tend to get worried when the one they care for gets shot!" she said, a stray tear slipping down her face. She sat on the bed and forced him to laid down so she could tend to his wound. She wrapped the bandages around him silently. What an idiot! He could have been killed, what was she so work up about! What if he had died? How would she deal with that? She tried not to cry but a few tears keep slipping down her face. He glared at her.

"Its no big deal Baka so stop crying," he said, she snapped.

"You asshole! It is a big deal! If that bullet was just a bit over you could have bleed out. If you di--….if. If you di--…..if you died…" she started to sob uncontrollably. He wrap his arms around her and pulled her against his chest.

"I'm not going to die youjo.." he said, knowing that he was lying.

"Liar, you once told me not to get close to you because any day could be your last." Damn, how did she remember that?

"Will I'm alive now, so its ok." she sniffled.

"No its not, every time you have a mission I have to remember the last thing I said to you and how you look, because I may never see you again." he rolled his eyes, she was so dramatic. "Natsume I lov-" he kissed her. Shut up, he mentally said. She almost step over that line, the line that can't be crossed. She pushed him away. "Natsume I ---" he kissed her again, again, and again. Se couldn't say it. She struggled against him, trying to free her mouth. She knew what he was doing, she had to say it, lets face it her mask was gone. She pushed him away. "I-" he put his hand over her mouth.

"Shut up. Do. Not. Say. It." his eyes were burning a fiery red.

"I hate you," she mumbled through his hand. "I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" she said. She sobbed through his hand and he growled.

"I already told you Baka, we can't do this," he said slowly, if explaining it to a preschooler.

"No, I can do this. You can't, because you are a jerk….which I why I hate you!" he had removed his hand but still had her pinned. They both glared at each other.

"If you hate me so much then don't talk to me," he growled. She scuffed and turned her head away from him.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Jerk!"

"Youjo!"

"Baka!"

"stupid!"

"I love you."

She had tricked him. She stared up at him, anger still visible on her face. He glared down at her.

"I told you not to say it," he growled.

"If you haven't noticed I'm not good at listening."

"You didn't obey me."

"Obey? You just didn't want me to say it because you don't feel the same way."

"Stop acting like you know what your talking about little girl."

"I do know what I'm talking about, will I don't care Natsume. I said it, I'm not a Wuss."

"Oh yeah because saying I love you is so hard."

"Isn't it?"

"Nope."

"Keep telling your self that."

"I will. Only an idiot couldn't say I love you."

"I always knew you were a Baka, thanks for admitting it."

"I love you."

Silence. Another mask drops. She stared at his mask lying next to hers, he still had time to pick it up. The mask isn't destroyed yet. She look up at him, he look at her. The mask was done with. She slowly reached up and kissed him softly on the lips.

"I'm not afraid of the darkness Natsume.." she said, they both knew they were referring to the incident 6 years ago at the last dance.

"That's because you're an idiot," he said. He look down at the mask that laid side by side, one black one white. He also saw the blood around them, a glimpse of what was to come. They had broken one rule, next thing you know they'd show them true self in public….if he only knew. Up until the point Natsume hadn't noticed what Mikan was wearing, but now that he did he smirked. Mikan laid underneath him in the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen and a belly shirt. Mikan followed his eyes and gulped, opps? She didn't think he'd back till tomorrow so she allowed herself to wear and outfit she'd never wear with Natsume around.

"Natsume now don't get---" to late. His mouth covered hers and in seconds his tongue was again exploring the inner confines of her mouth. How could she deny him now that she knew he loved her? She was filled with pure ecstasy with his every touch. His hand wondered to her stomach leaving her skin burning with the touches he left behind. ( Ok people don't get worried no R stuff in here but we will get pretty close, so if you want to skip this part go ahead….though not recommended) His hand wondered up her stomach to his chest, he pulled away from her.

"You really are a Youjo not even wearing a bra…" Mikan went red as a tomato and was about to curse him out, his lips captured hers again before she could. She ran her hands through his hair and on every inch of his bare chest. It was as if she couldn't get enough. They had never 'explored' this much and she didn't say she was protesting. He moved his lips to her ears and nibbled on her lobe "Mikan." he whispered. He knew he could restrain himself…that he sadly would restrain himself but that didn't mean they couldn't go a bit farther. He lifted her shirt slowly…waiting to see if she would protest, she didn't. With the shirt off it was them chest to chest nothing separating them. He left a trail of butterfly kisses down her stomach. She watched his every moment feeling as time stopped and she was looking down at someone in her body. She loved him so much. He loved her too. She wanted him by her side forever and to protect him from the outside world that would break her dreams in the morning. But for that moment it was just the two of them, nothing existed outside

Sometime in the morning, after returning there clothes to there body, they fell asleep. There legs entwined and his head resting by her neck and there lips inches apart. They were still like that the next morning.

"So your telling me you haven't seen that idiot or Hyuuga since yesterday?" Hotaru said tinkering with her latest invention. Sumire a Ruka shook there heads. "That would explain why she didn't greet me when I came back…."

"What would explain it?! Did she kidnap Natsume-kun?!" Sumire growled in anger.

"I'll show you what happened to them for 1 million rabbits, if you don't have the rabbits now I can set up a loan plan….with interest." Both Ruka (His name is actually Luca, its confirmed in the GA manga) and Sumire sweat dropped.

"Loan plan," they both said, hoping that whatever they were paying for was good. Hotaru smirk, she knew it was cold but she had to protect Mikan.

" I warn you know I am not responsible for anything that happens when you enter this room." Hotaru said through her fire-proof outfit. Which was weird since they were going to Mikan room not Natsumes. Sumire and Ruka stood impatiently outside Mikan room….Hotaru slowly unlock the door. She pushed it open and step back quickly.

Sumire reaction was one of heart break and shock….how could they..? How did they..? How long…? She look at Ruka who were the same expression as she, maybe even a hint of anger in his eyes. She didn't blame him…..Natsume had betrayed him. Sumire look again at them and resisted the urge to throw up. Mikan and Natsume lied on Mikan's bed entwined and looking pretty darn comfy. Natsume had his shirt off, which would have made Sumire faint under other circumstances and Mikan had the most sultriest outfit on. They lied asleep and at peace unaware that anyone was watching them. Hotaru on the other hand look disgusted and wasted no time pulling out her Baka gun and waking the couple. Baka! Baka! Baka! Natsume and Mikan eyes instantly fluttered open from the impact. Of course as soon as they realized the situation they wanted to shut there eyes again. Mikan who was still facing Natsume ears whispered.

"Please tell me Hotaru not standing in the doorway.." Natsume look into Ruka cold and dismissive eyes and whispered.

"Nope, Ruka and Sumire are with her too." How could Mikan have forgotten Hotaru had come back yesterday! Or that they hadn't really talk to anyone from there class all weekend, it was a wonder the whole academy wasn't standing outside her door. Natsume pulled away from Mikan.

"What is the meaning of this?" Hotaru cold voice echoed off the walls. Mikan turned around and sat up in bed keeping her red face hung low.

"I don't know, I wasn't the one who barge into the room," Natsume said casually as if they were talking about fluff puffs in central town.

"Mikan…" Hotaru said, since at the moment she was the only one capable of speaking. Ruka and Sumire were still in shock.

"I…we….it--"

"Why does she have to explain herself to you? You were the one who barge into her room," Natsume defended. Mikan sat frozen on her bed trying not to die of humiliation.

"I believe I ask Mikan," Hotaru said.

"I don't believe I care, anyways me and Mikan are leaving." He scooped Mikan up and was on the balcony in a blink.

"Natsume…" Ruka voice stopped him. He stood on the balcony Mikan in arms and look back. Ruka glared at him angrily. "Your no friend of mine," he said, and with that Natsume jumped up to his own room. He quickly looked the balcony door and melted the front lock knowing that freak inventor had the keys he closed the curtain and sat Mikan on his bed. They sat in silence the red tint from the curtains the only light.

"Natsume…?" Mikan said. He didn't respond, he was to busy calculating all the things he would have to do now. He felt a hand clasp his. "It will be alright Natsume," she said smiling brightly. He simply smirked at her optimistic. They had been seen without masks, nothing would be ok.

A/N: I didn't go over this one so it may not be as good. Comments on going a bit farther with the M and N relation ship?