I AM SO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE FOR SOME TIME!

I had no access to a computer. With internet. And my story file.

If there's any mistakes, sorry, because I really wanted to upload this.

Much love, and enjoy

Oh, and yes, maxeyn, I used your nickname for Natsume xD

Disclaimer: Me & Hotaru would be BFFLs if I owned Gakuen Alice. I do not own G.A or affiliated with any parties that do.

The water bottle barely made a thud. It just made a hollow sound as it crashed on the floor.

Another vengeful ex-girlfriend? Mikan pondered. Uh oh. That feeling was coming, that feeling of utter-

"What are you doing here?" Natsume asked. There was a slight sign of surprise in his face again. He pushed the girl away. She balanced herself and pouted.

"Natsu-chan-"

"Aoi, answer me. And don't call me that." Natsume gave the girl a death glare.

Aoi.

It was like Hotaru dropped her freaky robots on Mikan's head. Aoi. Wasn't that his-

"Oniiiii-chaaaan"

Oh. It was his sister (A/N- You guys were SERIOUSLY DEAD-ON)

"I'm asking you, why are you here?" he asked one more time. Mikan, at this point, felt utterly stupid as she bent down to pick up the bottle. Why was she so paranoid? Natsume was nothing to her. Just a stupid co-star...who kissed her once, off-screen.

No.

He was just a co-star. After this drama ended, they'd probably never see each other again, except for the magazines.

But then, why did she get that feeling in her stomach every time he passed by? Why does her face feel so damn hot when he says her name? Why does she care so much?

"Onii-chan, it was super boring at home. All Daddy does is paint, paint, paint. He asked me to pose for him three times today. My legs are stiff, see?" the girl broke through Mikan's faze. "So I came here."

"Didn't I tell you not to come over to the studios?" Natsume scolded. Aoi frowned and sighed dramatically.

"Yes, I know. But I wanted to come anyways." She shrugged and looked over at Ruka. "Hey, Ru-chan."

Ruka chuckled and smiled. "Hi, Aoi."

Aoi sighed and twirled around, looking around her surroundings. Her eyes landed on Mikan, and she suddenly shrieked. Aoi clasped her hands together and squealed (A/N- Um, think Wicked Popular squeal) and ran up to Mikan.

Mikan's mouth was open. She scanned Aoi's whole figure. Short, raven-coloured hair, like Natsume's. Crimson red eyes, unlike Natsume's, because they were shining excitedly. She had a fairly slender body and rosy cheeks. Her baby pink lips were pulled into a full-on grin, which was aimed straight at Mikan.

"You're Mikan Sakura! I simply praise you." Aoi cried, grabbing Mikan's left hand. Mikan smiled awkwardly at Aoi.

"Oh, thanks. That means a lot." And it did. Mikan loved the feeling of people looking up to her as a role model.

"Onii-chan!" Aoi yelled. Natsume turned around to Aoi waving frantically, while still holding Mikan's hand.

"Onii-chan, you are very disloyal. Not once did you tell me to come over to White Wind, and you fully know that I am Mikan Sakura's biggest fan."

"I am not disloyal. I don't want you looking up to some synthetic celebrity, either." Natsume said strictly. Mikan choked on air and gasped.

"Excuse me?" Mikan cried, her mouth still agape. "Me? Plastic? I am no different from a person who doesn't star in movies and dramas!" she defended.

"See?" Aoi squeezed Mikan's hand. "That's why I like her. Not like your other bitchy girlfriends."

"Are you referring to a certain one?" Ruka teased. Natsume groaned and took a deep breath.

"Aoi, don't say bitchy. Some were...a bit spoiled and unsympathetic but they didn't reach the status of complete bitch."

Aoi heaved a sigh and started pulling Mikan towards the corridor of dressing rooms.

"Later, Onii-chan!" she called, waving in a princess-like manner. She turned to Mikan and grinned. "Let's do each other's makeup, 'kay?"

xOxO

"Um...well, I think I'll leave your eyelids neutral, except for some of that glitter. Oh, I think a light rosy pink will look good with those cheeks..."

Mikan was scrambling through the drawer of makeup the studio had provided for her. She didn't have enough experience with makeup, but she was trying her best to please Aoi. But Aoi was completely happy with having her makeup done by her idol already.

"I love this lip gloss!" she squealed, turning her head from side to side while looking at the mirror. Aoi touched her cheeks and giggled, feeling the blush Mikan had applied a little messily. But it did enhance his natural rosy cheeks, making her look cute but sophisticated.

"Well...that's it. That's my best." Mikan smiled a bit awkwardly as she looked at Aoi, who was still posing in front of the mirror.

"This is so cute, Mikan-ne-chan." Aoi complimented, using her new nickname. "Natsume hardly ever lets me look this awesome."

Mikan blinked. Once, twice, and finally a third time.

"Why?" she pried. She leaned casually on the swivel chair, trying to act as if she didn't care.

"Something about not being carried away by vanity." Aoi replied. She opened another drawer and took out a small basket of clips. One by one, she began trying them on.

"He's so strict. He's always checking up on me and making sure I'm fine. I'm okay with that part, but sometimes Natsume is overprotective. Daddy is cool with whatever I'm doing, as long as I'm not jumping off a cliff, but Natsume...Natsume won't even let me attend his premieres. I mean, seriously, when you're the sister of a mega-star, you just have to get a taste just once, no?"

Aoi sighed, unclipping a bumblebee clip and clipping on an oddly-shaped flower one.

"But it kind of makes sense. I have a vibe that Natsume is just looking out for me. I guess he doesn't want me sucked into the world of celebrities and gossip. Even if whatever he's doing seems unorthodox and odd, there's always a good intention hidden somewhere. Onii-chan is like that." Aoi giggled at a thought. "It's weird; he doesn't like taking credit for his good deeds."

Mikan froze as she unprofessionally applied the glitter on Aoi's eyelids. Images flashed through her mind of him. Aoi's words made its way to her mind and constantly repeated itself.

It kind of made Mikan happy; knowing that he wasn't an uncaring person. She openly smiled, a memory of him saying her name popping into her mind. It made her heart beat faster and her whole body feel hot.

"Waahh!!!" Aoi gasped happily, interrupting Mikan's thoughts. This time, Aoi stood up and twirled around the mirror in front of the door. She giggled and touched her lips, then her eyelids. She sighed contently and turned towards Mikan.

"Mikan-ne-chan, thanks for the makeover."

Mikan smiled a bit sadly. Even Mikan's messy makeup made the girl happy. It made her a little sad that she was shunned away from the smallest signs of materialistic things. An idea suddenly popped into her mind. She grinned and stood up from her chair.

"Hey, Aoi, why don't we change your clothes while we're at it?"

xOxO

Mikan clasped her hands and squealed.

"There!"

Aoi opened her eyes timidly and looked at the special 360 mirror room. Four sides reflected her new outfit.

A cute argyle sweater stretched over Aoi's top part, with splashes of grey, purple and white all over the cropped sweater. Underneath the sweater was a black racer dress, which looked like a skirt with the sweater. Mikan let Aoi keep her high-tops, but added knee-high socks to the outfit. Mikan also added an overlapping chain necklace. As a finishing touch, she added two rhinestone bracelets, one for each wrist.

Aoi pushed a strand of her dark hair back, her mouth agape. She looked at herself in the mirror and started fingering the bracelet in awe. After that, she turned side to side to examine herself.

A wide grin spread across her shining lips.

"Wow...this is just...wow." She mumbled. Mikan grinned cheerfully and clasped her hands even harder.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course I do!" Aoi cried, flinging towards Mikan and giving her a hug. At first, Mikan was a bit shocked, but then hugged Aoi too. It seemed like nothing was wrong in the world. Helping Aoi was like helping herself heal a bit; to forget about everything that worried her.

"I'm going to show this to Onii-chan!"

Mikan bit her lip, and exhaled. What if Natsume got mad?

"Mikan-ne-chan, I know what you're thinking. But I think he won't explode. He's changed. I don't know how, or why, but there's something different about him now."

xOxO

"I wonder where those two went off?" Ruka thought aloud. Natsume nodded in agreement as he whipped out her phone and began answering to the messages.

"Yeah...filming start in ten minutes. Aoi might be bothering Polka dots to hell."

"I think they're just having 'girl fun'" Ruka air-quoted the last two words, chuckling a bit. He took a sip of his water bottle, but slightly choked at the sight of something rounding the corner.

"Aoi?!"

Natsume looked up and suddenly saw his sister, in a completely different outfit from before. She had makeup on, her hair was done and her outfit was entirely different than her usual clothes. He clenched his teeth but refused to move.

"Natsu-chan!! Do you like it?" Aoi skipped to his side and pinched the end of her dress and bowed. Ruka laughed nervously and waited for Natsume's response.

Natsume opened his mouth, but Mikan walked up to the three and beat him to it.

" I did this for Aoi. I personally think it's cute. Much cuter than her jeans and peasant blouse." Mikan added, looking straight at Natsume. Amber met crimson. They stared at each other until Natsume shoved his gaze away.

"Didn't I tell you not to favour materialistic things?"

"Yes, you did. This is only once. I just want to have a stylish look for just once, Onii-chan."

"Let her." Mikan piped. Natsume glared her, giving her a Stay out of this glare. Mikan shunned it away, unlike her usual self, who would blush and hide in an imaginary corner.

"Listen, Aoi, you might-"

"I know that you're looking out for mean, Onii-chan. I know that there is no bad intention in your actions. But I'm growing up now. I'm almost sixteen. You're letting this get out of hand. I know the thing with mom really scarred you, but don't let the past ruin the future. You're going to ruin it for yourself."

The four stayed silent. Ruka blinked in surprise. Mikan caught her breath, amazed on how the bubbly and cheery Aoi was suddenly stern and serious. Natsume bit his tongue, almost causing it to bleed. Aoi looked Natsume right in the eye, their colours clashing with each other.

"It's true. But I can figure things out myself." Natsume quietly said. Mikan exhaled silently, stealing a side glance at Aoi. Her face was still tranquil and solemn.

"Thanks." She suddenly said. Aoi went over to hug her brother, an action that surprised Ruka and Mikan. Ruka smiled, his face lightened and Mikan choked back her happy tears.

"No more movie moments, 'kay?" Natsume joked. He smiled-yes, smiled- as he hugged Aoi. He hasn't smiled for a days since the cafe incident. Ruka's own smile turned into a grin and Mikan's face stayed frozen.

Aoi ended the hug and grinned. She waved to her brother and best friend and took Mikan to a corner of the studio.

"Thanks, Mikan-ne-chan. You really changed him. For the better."

I'll post Aoi's outfit in the next chapter. Sorry.