HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER! HOPE YOU'LL LIKE IT!

YEY ME!

Mikan noticed the moment Natsume entered the classroom that something is wrong. Until the last subject for the day, Natsume just sat beside her and ignored her. She wants to know what's wrong but there's this look in his crimson eyes that always makes her stop. That look in his eyes are just too familiar but she can't point out why and seeing it's pointless to even worry she just let that slip away into the back of her head.

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It was way past eight of the night and Natsume is still missing from their 'apartment'. This has never happened before. Well, as far as two weeks, it never happened. She has already cooked dinner and it's getting cold.

'Maybe he's not eating here... But still... It's almost nine. Where could he be?'

Mikan's eyes started to close and she doze off with a frown on her beautiful face.

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Natsume looked up from the documents sent by his parents. It was almost nine and he's still not finished with the given documents. He has been inside the private section of the library, which was open twenty-four hours, since the end of their last subject. His mind was too occupied by the documents, given to him the moment he stopped at the lobby where the messenger robot was waiting, he didn't even noticed Mikan's worried look.

Time passed...

He sighed; at last, his work was finished. He rubbed his neck and looked at the clock in the far wall. It read: 11:53.

Natsume packed his things and placed the documents inside a brown envelope. He walked out of the library and looked up the sky. He started walking towards his and Mikan's shared 'apartment'. He noticed that the lights in the living room were still on, so was the kitchen's. It can't be that Mikan is still awake, right? He shrugged and took out his keys. He opened the door and immediately noticed Mikan sitting on an armchair fast asleep, her position was sure gonna break her neck. He lips formed into a small smile. Guess she tried to wait for him and didn't notice that she fell asleep. He lowered his things on the sofa and walked closer to Mikan. He noticed the light frown of her sleeping face and his smile grew wider. Maybe, just maybe, she was worried where he was. He forgot to ask for her number, that's why he can't text her or call her.

Natsume lifted Mikan off the armchair, bridal style, and slowly walked towards her room. Mikan's asleep state smelled Natsume's musky scent and immediately wound her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. Natsume, being Natsume, turned his boyish smile into a smirk as he opened the room's door. He slowly lowered Mikan down into her queen-sized bed and tried to untangle Mikan's arms around his neck but it seems like she don't want to let go.

He sighed and leaned towards Mikan's left ear and whispered gently, "Don't worry, I'll come back. I'll just get my things." Mikan responded, letting go of his neck with a sigh.

Natsume walked back to the living room and picked up his things. He turned off the lights and walked to the kitchen. There he noticed the untouched food on the dining table. She waited for him and didn't even eat so that he'll have someone to eat with when he arrives, how thoughtful. He smiled and covered the foods. He turned the lights in the kitchen and proceeded to drop his things in his room. He changed his school uniform into a loose shirt and shorts. He took his laptop and went to Mikan's room.

Natsume heard Mikan call his name the moment he entered her room. He looked at her and noticed that she was still asleep. Mikan muttered his name again as she roll to her side, back facing Natsume. Natsume walked towards her and tried to experiment. He leaned towards her exposed ear and muttered, "Hey, I'm back."

Mikan, upon hearing his voice, turned around so fast Natsume was caught off guard and wound her arms around his neck for the second time. Her sleeping state pulled Natsume down to the bed.

Natsume flopped down the bed and immediately Mikan curled towards him. Natsume was surprised by her unconscious actions but was more surprised by what he did, instead of getting up from the bed; he pulled Mikan towards him and secured his arms around her waist. Before he dozed off, he heard Mikan sigh contently.

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Mikan turned and bumped her nose on something warm and hard. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to remember how she arrived sleeping on her bed and who owns the body beside her. She sniffed and recognized Natsume's musky scent. She bolts right up but was pulled down by Natsume's tangled arms around her tiny waist.

"Hmm..." Natsume groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Crimson orbs met chocolate orbs. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep while tightening his hold on Mikan's waist.

"Hey, Natsume..." Mikan said gently as she shook Natsume. "Stop pretending to sleep. What time did you arrive? Did you eat dinner last night?"

Natsume continued sleeping. "Hey, if you didn't eat last night you could get sick, you know?"

"Look who's taking," Natsume replied, opening an eye. "You didn't eat dinner and fell asleep on the armchair. Oh, and one more thing, you keep your identity a secret."

"Hey, first I didn't eat dinner because I was waiting for you to arrive." Mikan said, holding a finger up.

"Second, I waited for you because you weren't talking to me at school. So, I thought you were angry at me for who knows why!" Mikan continued, holding another finger up.

"Third, I am not keeping anything a secret." Mikan finished her speech with three fingers up.

Natsume is now fully awake, staring at Mikan with a raised eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Sure about what?"

"Sure about the third statement you just said?"

"Of course I am like why would I keep something like that as a secret?"

"Don't know. What's so wrong about being a princess?" Natsume sat up and took a picture from the headboard and showed it to her.

The picture shows a woman and a man smiling happily, between them a girl about eight years old and two boys, one about three years older than the girl and the other a year younger, all wearing royalty clothes.