Okay, so I'm actually going to say, I'm sorry if this chapter is crap. I'm sick, but I promised, so I'm trying. Except. . . A few of my other stories, from like, last Wednesday, haven't been updated, because I was simply too sick. I'm trying, and I know that's all you guys ask of me.

P.S- Don't forget it's Natsume's P.O.V

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice

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Being the type of person I am, I couldn't really figure out what was wrong with Mikan. Maybe it was because I told her the truth about myself. Well, not technically everything about myself, but some.

Oh, who am I kidding? Truthfully, I haven't told her anything. Except for the fact I had four wives. But who cared? It wasn't like I had kids with any of them. (Not that I know of, anyway.)

I hadn't really slept around. For a couple of years I mean. The duration of my teen hood was spent fucking the cheerleading team.

Anyway, as I let the thoughts of Mikan leave me, I entered the living room of my house, my hand free from the damn ring I had with my recent ex-wife. There wasn't even a mark from the band. My divorce had been pushed through faster then I'd thought, leaving me to pursue Mikan.

And there she was again, entering my thoughts. There was one problem. Mikan was moving, and I wasn't honestly sure I could wait for her. I mean, sure, she's beautiful, but. . . I'm a man.

Deciding I needed a distraction, I called up Koko, my good friend. He agreed to meet me at the gym. I needed to burn off some steam.

20 minutes later, after I picked him up, I was working like there was no tomorrow. I'd thrown on torn sweats, and a black wife-beater, making sure I had a towel and water bottle in my bag.

My feet pounded against the treadmill, with sweat pouring down my face. Koko worked at a significantly slower pace, taking sips of his water ever so often.

"What's got you so worked up, man?" Obviously, Koko did not know the pain of working with highschool girls. He, was working at a herb shop for a 'psychic.' Bull shit. Nothing like that existed.

I grunted, hitting the arrow button, forcing the machine to go faster. "Work."

I saw Koko nod thoughtfully from the corner of my eye, "Yeah, same here. Wisteria-san's got me working twice as hard now that she's got more customers." Koko paused for a moment, "Also Permy kicked me out of the bedroom last night. I hate when she PMS's. It's hell." Koko still referred to his long time girlfriend Sumire, as the nickname we gave her in highschool. Koko may have not known, but I may or may not have slept with her when they broke up for a month. Twice.

I didn't say anything, and tried my luck, by hitting the arrow twice more. And the machine was at its limit. It couldn't get any higher. I was starting to get bored of running. Maybe I should lift some weights. See how much I can lift.

We ran in silence for about ten more minutes before I decided to lift weights and Koko followed. I patted the towel against my neck, getting appreciative looks from the women at the gym.

Koko stood behind me, as I lay down on the fake leather bench, and gripped the metal bar. I was lifting 50lbs on each side to start. Not too difficult.

I pushed up, holding the bar up for a moment, before bringing it down and repeating my actions for a couple of minutes.

"So. . . Care to elaborate about work?" Koko asked lightly, and I grumble, release a small grunt of effort. The bar was getting slightly heavier.

"Just shit that could get my teaching license revoked." I said through gritted teeth, and rested the weight for a moment. "Give me twenty-five on each side."

Koko nodded and added the weight, "Hey, I was thinking, after this, you want to stop by my work? Wisteria-san has some great advice."

I rolled my eyes, feeling the weight against my muscles. "I don't believe in that bull shit."

"All the more reason to go," He tried, "Get a good laugh out of it, ne, Natsume?"

I sighed, "If it'll get you off my back." I had a feeling Koko was cheering right now. After a few more lifts and lbs later, we stalked into the shower room.

I stripped down, and entered the stall, feeling cold water gush over me. Strangely enough, this reminded me of the time I kissed Mikan on my desk top. Oh god, I felt myself harden. So, I turned up the cold water, sending frigid droplets of water splattering across my burning skin.

Koko and I left the gym, myself in a crisp white t-shirt and black jeans, and him in a hockey jersey and blue jeans.

We got in my car, and began driving to Koko's work place. The place, in fact, was disturbing. When we got there, the smell of rotting fish and wet dogs, with a hint of cat shit filled our noses. I had been there before, when Koko's car broke down and he needed a lift. The place was lit with candles, shadowing the store in odd shapes.

Koko led me to Wisteria-san, and her lip twitched. Oddly enough, from how the place was run, you'd think she'd be an ugly old cow. But that was the exact opposite. She was young, younger than me, with dark mauve hair following down her shoulders covered in black spider-like material. Her eyes were a smoky grey, with speckles of blue, with dark purple eye make-up and thick eyeliner and mascara.

Koko smiled, and shoved me forward, forcing me to sit in front of the gorgeous young women.

She gave me a curious smile, "My my, what brings the great Natsume-sensei to come to me for a reading?" I gnashed my teeth together, biting back an insult.

"How do you know my name?" I opted for, keeping the venom from my tone.

Wisteria laughed, "As if Koko doesn't speak of you enough. Now, what can I do for you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Give me a reading about my future."

She waggled a finger at me, "Now now, sensei. In order for one to read the future, one must know of the past."

Koko had backed out of the room. Might as well share. No one will ever believe a sexy gypsy. "I've had four wives in ten years. And now? I want to sleep with one of my students."

Wisteria said nothing for a moment, "Have you been a faithful husband?"

I shrugged, "Depending on how you look at the situation. Staying married and not cheating? Twice. Before all of this, I wasn't even a faithful boyfriend, let alone friend. I slept with anyone and everyone that had breasts and moved."

She narrowed her eyes, "I see. Well, I suppose I can work with that."

She grabbed her crystal ball, and did the weird hand motions with it. "Ah, your future looks grim. The girl you are infatuated with, Mikan, is it? She's moving, but you already knew that. You're not sure if you'll still want her in two years. You fear you'll sleep with many other women in that time, and when she returns, she won't accept you. Sounds right, considering I think you're a man whore."

I glowered at her, "Tell me something I don't know."

Wisteria chuckled, "All in good time sensei. I see, I see her walking in on you with another woman. She turns to another man. Dark blue hair. He comforts her. In your haste, you try to win her back, but she's resistant. A month or so later, you'll find her at her work place. She'll be disheveled and angry. You'll order a coffee. Black. She pour it on your lap from the pot, and reply with a snarky comment. You follow her, pants stained in coffee, and make up. Happily ever after."

"As if something so stupid could happen to me." I replied, shaking my head.

Wisteria shrugged, "Believe me if you want, sensei, I don't care. Oh, what's your toy up to, today?"

"How the hell would I know?" I scowled, scoffing at the gypsy.

Her lip twitched, "You'll be expecting a call in about, ten seconds."

"Bull sh—" I was cut off by the ringing of my cell phone. How the hell did she guess that?

I pulled it from my pocket, and stared at the call id for a moment. Tanaka Aya. My first ex freaking wife. I pressed the answer button, and said, "Yes, Aya?"

Her tone was sharp, "Don't yes me, Hyuuga! You have some major explaining to do!"

"What?" I was almost flabbergasted.

"Once again, don't what me! Why the hell is your new 'doll' showing up at my door, asking questions about you? How did she even get my address?"

Doll? Oh fuck, Mikan, what did you do? "I don't know what you're talking about, Aya. Call me back once your calm."

I hung up. I stared at my phone blankly.

"Ten more seconds." Said Wisteria, grinning.

A second call. From Long. I didn't bother. I knew exactly what she would say.

"Five seconds." Wisteria sang, tapping her long nails on the table.

I dreaded those five seconds. And, a call from Leiko was what I got. God damnit, what was going on?

Mikan, you better have a damn good explanation for this on Monday.

That was actually really good for someone whose sick. And long. Longest chapter, written while I was sick. I should get sick more often. I have a really late joke. It's a Halloween one, so bare with me. I'm kinda delusional right now. Why don't witches have babies? *Pauses for dramatic effect* Their husbands have crystal balls! Bwhahahahha! So funni. Or am I the only one who found that funny? Oh well. Review!

~Emerald~