Hmm. . . Chapter four after like, four months. Fitting.

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Mikan strolled into her office. It was a Monday, and the kids were having the sports festival. Having a bunch of academically smart kids play competitive sports is defiantly not Mikan's favourite.

And the incident with Natsume did not help her problems either. She collapsed in her chair, massaging her temples, and fixed the bun on the top of her head. Thin wisps of hair curled around the sides of her face; and she had the top three buttons of her blouse undone. A tight black pencil skirt and silver flats.

She booted up the computer, and waited for it to load by checking her messages with the secretary.

"Two messages from Sono-san." Luna, Mikan's secretary stated plainly. Mikan knew for a fact Luna would rather be somewhere else, so she put up with the mood swings the elder women threw at her.

"What were they?" Mikan asked politely. She held the phone between her shoulder and ear, while she typed on her password, and clicked for her e-mail.

"The first one was sent on Monday, at 7:45 A.M. He told you he was going into surgery, and would call you after. The second was sent on Monday, at 8:00 A.M. He said—holy shit!" Followed by a clutter. Did Luna drop the phone? What was going on? Mikan was so confused.

"L—Luna? What happened?" She asked, with no response. Mikan clutched the phone, and waited.

A moment later, she heard shuffling and Luna was back, "Sorry, Mikan-san. A Hyuuga Natsume is here to see you. I sent him in." The phone went silent, and Mikan gaped at it. Why was Natsume here? Let alone to see her?

She stared at the phone, hoping it was lying. Mikan was pulled out of her shock when the door opened and there stood the ever cocky Hyuuga Natsume.

Quickly, Mikan made herself emotionless. She put the phone down, and straightened her blouse. "Hyuuga, you've made quite an impression on my secretary." She said, raising a brow at him.

Natsume kept his eyes on her, not smiling, but his eyes were, "She's a pleasant old lady. Kept undressing me with her eyes though."

Mikan mentally flinched. That was something she did not need to see. An old lady undressing the ultra-sexy Hyuuga Natsume. "I see. I'll speak with her later then." She cocked her head to the side, brow still raised, "Why are you here, Hyuuga?"

"Thought I'd stop by and grace your boring life with my presence." He responded mockingly. His eyes flittered around the room, "a humble office."

Mikan rolled her eyes, and immediately remembered the yen he owed her. "You owe me 3, 361 yen, Hyuuga."

He scoffed, "Since when, Yukihira?" Mikan gazed at him, and realized he knew exactly what she meant.

But, being Mikan, she decided to humour him, "Lunch on Sunday." Pay up bastard, she thought, glaring at him darkly.

Natsume ignored her comment, and sat in the chair in front of her. "So, Yukihira, when's the wedding?"

Mikan sniffed, trying to regain her lost dignity, "Undecided. Have to wait until Kaname recovers."

Natsume, blunt as ever, asks, "And what if he doesn't?"

"Then I live my life as a lonely old hag." She retorted sarcastically, "Well, to be honest, Hyuuga, I'd move on. Find love with my prince in shining armour. Why do you care?"

"Curiosity." Natsume says, letting his gaze wonder the room. Mikan took the moment to look him over. A long sleeved black sweater, rolled up his forearms, letting the world see his gorgeous muscles, with black pants and shoes. His ruby eyes were covered by jet-black bangs, and Mikan had perfect view of his chiselled bone structure.

"Yeah, well, curiosity killed the cat." She responded, implying his nick-name from high-school. The black cat.

He turned his bemused ruby gaze towards the head-mistress. "Don't you wish."

"In fact," Mikan snorted, "I do. Now, I have a sports festival to run. Leave." Natsume didn't move a mussel, giving her the same expression as before.

Un-nerved by his eyes, she stood up, patting her skirt, "Well, I have to go. Escort yourself out."

Before she knew it, the door was open, and Natsume bowed mockingly, eyes scrutinizing her soul.

"Oh no. By all means, Mistress Yukihira, I'll escort you out." A smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

Not one to be rude, Mikan exited before him, and nearly jolted to a halt when his fingers brushed her lower back.

The walked past Luna, a women well into her forties, who smiled wonderfully at Natsume. She fluffed her greying blonde hair and tried to hide some of the wrinkles behind her hair.

"Natsume-kun! How are you?" She completely ignored Mikan. Mikan nearly giggled. The women had a crush on Natsume! Mikan tensed when Natsume's hand pinched her butt as a warning.

"Tch." He replied, completely un-impressed by the women. Luna's face flared and Mikan walked out, into the halls. There, her students were conversing slightly and preparing for classes.

She observed the girls, making sure their uniforms were correct. Mikan, personally had nothing against adding to the uniform, but Kuonji, one of the founders of Alice Academy, was dead against it.

Mikan hadn't felt Natsume's hand on her lower back, and unconsciously leant against it. A gaggle of girls swayed up to them, smiling.

"Head mistress, is this your fiancée?" One of them asked, Mikan immediately recognising as Marie, an exchange student from England. She had large blue eyes, and mousy brown hair. The only thing unsettling about her was her huge nose.

Mikan blushed, "N—no! My fiancée is in America."

"Then who's that?" Marie continued, raking her eyes down the length of Natsume's body. Natsume raised a brow slightly.

"He's—"

Natsume interrupted, "I'm her lover. But keep it secret."

Mikan swatted Natsume, "He is not. He's an old friend."

The girls were confused for a moment, before they said their goodbyes and left for class.

The bell rang, short and sweet, and Mikan turned to Natsume, glaring furiously. "Why did you say that?"

He shrugged half-heartedly. "It was amusing. I thought you had a sports festival today?"

Mikan waved away his question, "It's later. It's only half-day. Kuonji thinks it's better that way."

A second was all it took for Mikan to realize what happened. Natsume bent down and kissed her. Hard. She was frozen, completely baffled that he was kissing her. Slowly, her body reacted on its own. She kissed him back, closing her eyes. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but surprisingly, her heart and soul cried at her to continue.

Natsume's fingers picked through her hair, pulling it from the bun she had it in. He pulled back, and smirked at her.

Mikan's face was flushed, her lips swollen and parted, hair in twisted snarls down the length of her back.

Natsume slipped something in her hand, and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Mine." Before he left, leaving the young women stunned.

She opened her hand, and found crumpled yen. She counted it. 3, 361 yen. Exactly.

Mikan clenched her fist again, and bit her lip. Natsume called her his.

She thought of Kaname, "Do I belong to you, Natsume?"

This took me longer to write then I hoped. Well, if your still reading, I hope you liked. Review. Ciao.

~Emerald~