Well, I finally got around to updating this. So, uh, please enjoy! This one is Natsume third person point of view, because everyone loves hearing his perspective.

Disclaimer: I don't Gakuen Alice. At all.

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Natsume was dispatched from the hospital a day later. He walked down the halls absent mindedly, running his hand along the length of the wall. Students rushed past him, their conversations something that didn't even faze him.

All he could focus on was Ryuu, and his possible demise in four to seven years. He still had to glower at the thought Polka actually believed he'd give up on life so easily. However, it didn't stop the idea of death to ebb at the dark corridors of his mind.

Could he truly leave his son, and the women who mothered his child?

Natsume scowled, and quickened his pace. He needed to stop the horrid thoughts of death. Like how he'd die. Would it be painful? Would it be—

"Natsume!" The sound of his best friend calling him snapped him out of his trance. He turned slightly, head cocked,

"Ruka, I see you've found me."

Ruka's face lit up with a smile, the small pink rabbit still forever in his arms. "I'm glad you're better, Natsume." His smile fell, as did his voice, "Actually, Sakura-san told me what the doctor said. Is it true? Four to seven years?"

Natsume mashed his teeth together. Forget that she was carrying his son. She was dead. What right did she have to tell Ruka?

His eyes narrowed, "Apparently. I wasn't there for the actual hearing. I heard it from Polka-dot."

Ruka nodded thoughtfully, "Is Polka-dot your term of endearment for Sakura-san?"

A light dusk of blush scattered across Natsume's face. Was it? He'd never given it much thought before. . . "No," He snorted, but wasn't sure himself.

"Okay. Let's get to class. Everyone's been worried." Ruka took off in the direction of the classroom, and Natsume followed.

They entered the room, all eyes transfixed on them.

"Natsume-kun! Ruka-kun!" Permy greeted. Natsume could tell she wanted to hug them, but the fierce look he was giving told her to keep her distance.

Natsume spotted Polka in her seat, eyes trained on the board in the front of the class. Her hands rested on the small baby bump. Her brown hair flowed down her shoulders, the plains of her face passive. She was caught up in herself and her thoughts, she looked like an angel.

Natsume shook his head, clearing the initial thought from his head. That was impossible. Polka could never be an angel. Only an irritation.

"Hey, ugly, stop being such a bore." He called out to her. She turned her hurt eyes in his direction. She didn't say anything, but Natsume knew he struck a cord. Was it intentional? Probably not.

She stood up, the legs of the chair scraping across the marble floors. Polka stormed past Natsume, not even sparing a look at him.

Natsume felt despicable. But he kept his face unreceptive. He turned on his heel and pursued the upset brunette.

He didn't plan on hurting her feelings. He was just being himself. A jerk.

Natsume found her curled up into a ball at the end of the corridor. Her face was between her knees, and he heard hiccupping noises. He'd made her cry. His heart ached.

Natsume knelt in front of her, and touched her exposed hand.

"Mikan. . ." He whispered, voice full of regret.

She pulled her head from her knees, tears streaking down her face. "Am I really ugly, Natsume?"

Natsume shook his head, "No, Mikan, you're not. If anything, I think your gorgeous. So, I'm sorry." Natsume's head spun. Was he seriously telling her this?

Mikan's lower lip shook, "Do you really mean that, Natsume?"

"Of course." And he held her. He held her to him, letting his strong frame protect her from the cruel words he'd just spewed. At first she was unresponsive, but then her arms wrapped around him like a safety net. Mikan's tears soaked into the jacket of his uniform.

And Natsume let them. He rubbed Mikan's back, and pressed her close to him.

"Natsume, please don't die! I need you! Please!" She sobbed, and clutched the fabric of his jacket.

"I won't. I promise." Natsume kissed the top of her head, and allowed Mikan to cry out her troubles. But, Natsume couldn't stop thinking about his promise. Could he honestly keep it, when he knew he was dying from the start? And especially if Mikan or Ryuu needed protection. How could he protect them if his alice could kill him? Would it be worth it to save them, only to leave them? Natsume knew the answer. It would be worth it. But it wouldn't be fair.

Natsume swore to himself, not to use his alice until it was of use, to protect Mikan or Ryuu or both.

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Her ruby lips curled into a sneer. The sight of the two teenagers locked in an embrace was enough to bring bile up her mouth.

The communication device buzzed in her ear. Silently, she pressed the button, and muttered, "Yes?"

White noise followed, before his voice, "Report back immediately. We have to discuss something important."

She clicked the device off, and swiftly made her way back to his office.

She knocked on the door thrice. Once granted permission, she checked both ways, and slipped into the room that smelt like peppermint tea.

Stiffly, the women made her way to the middle of the room, and knelt, spreading the dress around her in a flattering manner.

"Reporting back on the case, boss." Her voice flowed out like honey. With her head bowed, she waited his response.

"I know." Replied her boss, his tone dark, "How far along is she?"

"Roughly three months, sir."

He tapped his fingers on the desk top. It's mahogany surface gleamed.

"I see. Six months to prepare."

"Are you sure it's a good idea? I mean no disrespect, sir, but he could come after us." A moment of silence before his booming laugh filled the air.

"He won't have an ounce of strength left when I'm finished with him. Now, my love, rise. We have much to plan."

The women stood, a sadistic grin planted on her lips, "Anything for you, my love." She walked to his desk, and reached out to him. "Anything."

He purred, "The Hyuuga child will be ours. Just you watch." Her laugh filled the air, evil and vicious one at that. His dark eyes watched her, but one thought hung in the air. Revenge.

Well, how was that? Now we all know good stories have a villain. So who do you think this devious bastard is? He may, or may not be who you expected. If you want a major brain killer, say so, if not, I'll make it who I originally planned. But I may use the brain killer. Be warned. So, review!

~Emerald~

P.S- For those who don't know, I've posted chapter 6 of My Sexy New Math Teacher. Check it out!