So sorry peeps for this ridiculously long wait time :( maybe it wasn't too long for you patient readers, but I am most certainly NOT patient when it comes to updating! Unfortunately, school is upon me and it's a bit tough to write every day, but hopefully the intervals between updates will be shorter! Not proofread, by the way, sorry I'm too lazy. Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 11

The Second Time

"Mmuargeh?" Mikan mumbled incoherently with her mouth hanging open. She had fallen asleep in the awkward position with her legs hanging off the side of her bed, so now they felt weird. Strands of her hair was plastered to her face on the side she had slept on yesterday. And she was disgustingly sure that was dried drool at the corner of her mouth.

Mikan quickly wiped it away and lifted her head to look at the clock on the white wooden nightstand next to the bed. The red numbers read 8:22, which was far too early for her to get up on a Sunday, even though school was in session and required her to get up a whole hour earlier. Her head hit the bed again, one arm draped over her eyes in an effort to block the streaming rays of sunlight through her curtains.

She was already awake, however, and the cobwebs of that had covered her mind during sleep were beginning to disperse. Mikan huffed and removed the arm resting on her face. Her half- lidded eyes scanned the ceiling blankly, blinking every once in a while. Her mind felt tired, even after a night's rest, but it probably had more to do with all the emotional... disruptions she had dealt with yesterday.

Now that she was on the taboo topic again, perhaps heading out without that blue- haired man was best. Even though he tended to wake up fairly earlier and lounge around in the kitchen, if she hurried getting ready, she could make it out the front door without having to come into contact with him.

Mikan pulled at the blankets that had wrapped around her, constricting her as if she were the meat in a burrito. Although she wanted to get up and moving, her bed was just so warm and comfy...

"Mikan!" The girl jerked in her cocoon of sheets from the sudden intrusion. With a loud bang, Urahara had flung open the door without a moment's notice. How typical.

"Whaddaya want?" She mumbled irritably, the corners of her mouth turning down. It was one thing to barge into her room as early as it was, even though she was already awake, but it was another thing not to have the decency to knock. Kisuke, she swore, sometimes he and that blue- haired idiot were cut from the same fabric.

Urahara chortled happily, which made Mikan narrow her eyes suspiciously. Someone sure had woken up on the right side of the bed. Unlike herself.

"Why so glum? Feeling the, aftermath, of yesterday's events?" The hatted man folded his arms against his chest and leaned in the doorway, crossing his long legs over one another.

Mikan suddenly felt like the blankets wrapped around her were suffocating her in a blazing inferno. Her legs hastily kicked them off, and she rolled over onto her stomach to face Urahara. "H- hey! Don't talk about that here!" Mikan ushered with a pink face, her hand gesturing at him to keep it down. The one and only former sexta Espada was next door, and Mikan didn't want him to get the idea that the two were gossiping about him like a couple of schoolgirls. Well, Mikan was, but Urahara...

"Ah, don't worry about him hearing. He left early in the morning. I'm surprised you didn't notice since he was being kinda loud." Urahara spoke nonchalantly, waving his hand around lazily.

"What? He left?" He... had left them? To go where? A twist of fear and shock coiled deep inside Mikan, making her feel like her body had been dipped in icy water, numbing her to the bone. Had Grimmjow been so troubled as to have packed it up and left without so much as a goodbye? Why? Mikan didn't understand the bluenette's intentions the slightest. Her eyebrows knit together, mouth slack and slightly ajar.

He was gone?

Urahara arched a pale eyebrow at Mikan's silent figure. "I don't mean to say he left for good. He just said he was going to take a walk, that's all."

Enraged, Mikan slammed her hands down on the mattress like she was declaring war. "Why'd you have to say it like that?! What the hell, what's wrong with you!" She yelled at the smirking man. Bunching her tousled hair in her fists, Mikan hopped off the bed, walking past Urahara without a look back. She was practically foaming at the mouth for revenge against the cunning shop owner.

Urahara placed his hands on his hips and let out a hearty laugh. As Mikan retreated downstairs, he called after her, "I didn't expect you to take it in that sense. Do you want to talk it out with me?" A strangled call that bordered on animal- like was her response. Urahara grinned like the Cheshire cat, but was inwardly relieved at the girl's reluctance to talk her feelings out with him. People may have called him a genius, but there were some things that he didn't have the first clue as to how to do.

He had a feeling everything would play out sooner or later, anyways. Whether it was a turn for the worst or better, he had no idea.

"Hmp. Stupid Grimmjow." Mikan grumbled and vicious stabbed a piece of leftover dinner rolls from last night. It was the first thing she saw in the fridge and the easiest to prepare, only needing microwaving. Popping the bread in his mouth, she chewed the food like a shredder, angrily glaring at the empty seat in front of her. She didn't even know why she was so mad; there was just a flickering fire in her eyes that wouldn't extinguish no matter how hard she tried to push the bluenette out of her mind. Obviously the saying, "out of sight, out of mind," was utter bull.

And what was that idiot thinking anyway?! What was Urahara thinking, letting him wander off when there were Soul Reapers on the hunt for an unknown reaitsu? It seemed Mikan was the only sane one left!

"Fuck." Mikan cursed and let her fork drop onto the plate with a loud clatter. After she had made a scene marching out of Urahara's sight, she had, moments later, realized she still needed to change and brush her teeth. The smug grin plastered on the man's face had been irking, to say the least.

A deep breath went in through her nose and out through her mouth. Her hair had been neatly braided into a braid, and her outfit was just as simple, composed of a snug and light pink long- sleeve, with plain white shorts. It wasn't like she was dressing to impress, really. Really.

"I'm a little hesitant letting you go out by yourself." Suddenly came a voice behind her. Mikan spun around like a top, hands flying up as if she had been caught red- handed at a crime scene. While her heart calmed itself down to normal, she said harshly, "Stop doing that! You're always catching me off guard." And tossing her head back, she added, "And I'll be fine. It seems you didn't have a problem with Grimmjow and he's the one with the bounty on his head, not me."

The grin slipped off Urahara's face with Mikan's back to him. "I know."

Mikan opened her eyes, looking sideways even though she couldn't see him. With one eyebrow in her hairline, she left the back of the shop, stopping only once on her way out the door to tug on her usual oxfords.

Mikan bounded out the door, for the first time in a long time, not accompanied by Grimmjow. Maybe by both some fortunate and unfortunate stroke of luck, she'd run into Grimmjow. The chilly air caused goosebumps to dot over her bare legs and a shiver ran down her back. Summer may have been nearly over, but it was still a little early in the year for the weather to be so cool.

It wasn't unpleasant, however. In fact, Mikan thought she liked the sidewalks with only a handful of people walking around, as opposed to the bustling crowds in the afternoon, and the quiet streets with a car zooming by every so often, unlike the busy roads during rush hour. The thin fog that was nearly gone left the final touch, just barely fading Mikan's vision.

A small smile creased her face and she casually swept over her surroundings and across the street. It only took one glimpse for her eyes to lock onto the small, white- haired boy clad in Captain robes, walking at a break- neck pace while looking at a cell phone- like device.

Mikan halted in her tracks, her eyes following the kid. She had a good memory, she remembered who he was even without the outfit. The loud smacking of his shoes against the pavements rang out to Mikan only, the noise unheard by the other humans that leisurely walked past him. Without thinking, Mikan dropped the surprised look on her face and turned around to follow the Captain. Toshiro Hitsugaya, that was it. What was he doing? Was there a hollow nearby-?

Grimmjow.

He flashed across her mind like a lightning bolt and sent a chord of fear through her. What if it was Grimmjow's spiritual pressure the Captain was tracking down? Mikan's muscles were tense trying to keep up with the white- haired Soul Reaper. With her thumbs stuck inside her shorts pockets, she was ready to act like an unsuspecting human just in case Toshiro turned around. However, she was relying on the chance he wouldn't, since he had already met her and was more than likely to recognize her. As Toshiro rounded the corner across the street, Mikan glanced both ways before crossing the road to follow behind.

Mikan kept her head low, despite the fact that there weren't many people out and about to hide her. She kept a good space in between the two, her gaze focused on the black number sewn into the white fabric in front of her.

Toshiro suddenly paused, and Mikan scrambled to skid to a stop, with eyes like a deer caught in the headlight. Toshiro could turn around any moment and she would be nearly face- to- face with him. The abrupt stop caused a woman in front of her to nearly collide with Mikan is she hadn't jerked her shoulder sideways at the last second, adrenaline shooting through her veins.

"Sorry!" Mikan hissed and the woman shot a dirty look at her, readjusting the grip of her purse handle. Mikan rolled her eyes when the lady was out of sight, and when she looked back in front, so was Toshiro.

"Damn it!" Her head swiveled around for any sign of the Captain, for a flash of white, the sound of shoes clacking, but there was nothing. An anxious sigh escaped her lips and her shoes smacked down on the pavement to peek around the corner of an alley, but it was deserted. He must have flash- stepped away. And that meant he could have gone anywhere. Her hands balled into fists by her sides, the nails leaving crescent- shaped indents.

Mikan leaned against her left shoulder on the brick wall of the alleyway, uncaring at how grimy and dirty it was. She needed to relax, rethink things, since she didn't exactly get a chance to. Grimmjow might have gone back to Urahara Shop, Mikan didn't have her cell phone but it felt like at least thirty minutes had passed in addition to the time Grimmjow had already been away.

"Phew. Ok. It's ok, he's ok, ok." The word kept filtering back into her speech, like it was a panic- reliever, but it wasn't. It hardly put Mikan's queasiness to ease.

Trying to steady her still haggard breathing, Mikan took a deep breath and rolled her back against the wall to swing around the corner, only to let out a shriek and crash into the very person she had just been tailing.

Arms flailing, eyes wide, Mikan braced for the fall when Toshiro unexpectedly side-s tepped, so she stumbled past him and fell onto the pavement, the rough ground painfully scraping her knees.

"Damn, that hurt." Mikan said through clenched teeth. Her palms were flat against the concrete and pushed off to get herself into a somewhat more sensible standing position. Her lips bent into a shaky smile that couldn't have fooled the world's biggest idiot. And it certainly didn't get by the eyebrow- raising Captain.

"You're the girl I saw the other day. Care to tell me why you were following me?" He sure didn't beat around the bush. Although small and not even reaching up to her shoulders, the vertically challenged Captain emitted a sort of no- nonsense vibe that made Mikan feel like a misbehaving child.

"Uh, um, eh well, I... wasn't." She finished lamely. How pathetic. Mikan wanted to march back to the grimy alleyway and smash her face into the wall a couple times, just to get her brain to start functioning again.

Toshiro blinked once, his large teal eyes piercing through Mikan. Then he blinked again and crossed his arms, turning so the 10 on his haori was facing Mikan. "Never mind. I'm sure it's nothing to be too troubled about. Is your knee alright?" Mikan wanted to roll her eyes and stick her tongue at him, saying, it's both knees know- it- all!, but thought that was a good way to land herself in Soul Society prison. Or whatever happened to humans that insulted Captain- level Soul Reapers, but Mikan didn't think there was a very big list of to begin with.

"I'm ok." Mikan said automatically, even though tiny droplets of blood had started oozing out of the wounds. Not that it was anything life- threatening or anything of the sort.

She watched as Toshiro flipped open the cell phone- device again, looking at it for a moment before snapping it shut. "Looks like Rangiku took care of it then." He murmured, but just loud enough for Mikan to hear. Internally squirming, her curiosity was peaked and she just had to know.

"Took care of what?" She asked innocently. As if reading her thoughts, a snow- white eyebrow arched, head tilted towards her.

"Why do you ask?" The corner of his mouth pointed up. "Lose something?"

It was meant to be taken in a friendly way, perhaps as an apology for her injury, but Mikan had to force the laughter out of her throat. "Just curious is all."

Passerby were starting to look at her funny. To them, she was talking to something just below her eye- level, like a nutcase straight out of the loony bin. It was probably time to go, before someone hauled her to the E.R.

Before she could open her mouth to tell him, though, Toshiro walked away from her, nodding his head once before disappearing into thin air.

Mikan let out a deep breath, her shoulders slumping as she turned the corner to walk home. That had been one hell of a leisurely walk, but all joking aside, she should really get home quick, just to make sure Grimmjow was there and not still strolling around. His eye tattoos and wicked blue hair were bound to attract attention.

Just like they attract me, Mikan thought with a lopsided grin. It slipped off instantly and she perked up. No, no. She had to being so infatuated with the former Espada. It would only bring bad tides if she were to be caught up with him, even though it was so easy to. He would never really be in love with a human, anyway. Not him.

The return back seemed a lot longer than when she was heading out, but maybe that was because she wasn't in a near- run anymore. Mikan nudged the door open with her foot and looked back at it to toe it shut. She took a deep breath and held it in so her cheeks were full of air. Closing her eyes for a moment, she opened them up to half- mast when she took a sharp intake of breath and the air in her mouth made a strange noise and caught her off gaurd, causing her to start coughing with her hands on her knees.

Urahara grinned wickedly behind the fan he held with two fingers. Giving one last cough, Mikan brushed the wisps of hair that had escaped the braid and pointed accusingly at the man.

"I told you not to do that anymore!" She said angrily, dark hazel eyes glinting with malice and annoyance. They remained trained on Urahara and she purposely ignored the other person in the shop, whom was currently picking up various candies, looking at them with mild interest, and then placing them back on the shelves.

"How'd you get hurt?" Urahara asked suddenly, snapping his fan shut with a snap. Like the true responsible adult he was, Urahara didn't seem too concerned about the severity of the injuries and sounded more curious than anything. Mikan's eyes wandered to the left and then down at her bare feet with a sudden intense interest.

"I, uh, fell." And that was the truth. If Urahara knew she had been following that Soul Society Captain around, she'd never live to see the sun again, regardless of how nonchalant Urahara seemed.

There was a silence when the rummaging Grimmjow had been doing stopped. He sat back cross- legged behind Urahara, hands in his lap like a little kid, and looked at Mikan at the corner of his eyes. It was just luck Mikan happened to glance up at him, and their stares locked onto each other.

White- hotness flowed through Mikan's veins, setting her aflame. Her toes gripped the wooden floor hard and her face lit up like a Christmas tree the longer she looked into Grimmjow's cornflower blue eyes. Unlike her, Grimmjow was unreadable. His eyes were as steely and hard as prison bars, and guarded whatever he was thinking twice as well. Slightly hooded with, Mikan had never realized them and was instantly jealous, long eyelashes framing them, she could've spent all day watching them like a creep. And the slight downturn of his mouth just made him seem more attractive. How could anyone be so good- looking? It was unfair and unjust to the rest of the average- looking population, Mikan included. Her tongue was starting to stick to the roof of her dry mouth, so she peeled it off and swallowed a couple times, trying to make her throat work again.

It was him who looked away first. He leaned back onto his hands and opted to survey the shelves of candy instead of continuing the intense stare- down with Mikan. A heavy pressure settled on her chest, but she ignored the sinking feeling. She was starting to get used to it.

"You know, Orihime went to the Soul Society to train with Rukia. No one knows where Ichigo is, but I'm pretty sure he's off training somewhere. Renji and Chad are downstairs fighting, and Uryuu's who- knows- where. Everyone's getting ready." Urahara told Mikan who wrung her hands and shifted from foot to foot. "I'm serious when I say this, Mikan, but you can't go running off on your own anymore. You can don't have to see them to feel it, can't you? The growing number of hollows."

Mikan straightened her back some, actually not knowing hollows were frequenting Karakura town more than usual. Was it because the war was getting closer and Aizen wanted to overload them with hollows before striking for real?

Grimmjow rolled his eyes and rested his head on his right shoulder. "Figures. I'm stuck in this shitty gigai while Kurosaki gets the chance to run off and cry in a corner." He snorted. Urahara turned towards the sitting bluenette and brought his fan down on his bed of unruly blue hair, hard.

"Ow! Damn, what was that for!" Grimmjow whined, covering his head with his hands in case of any more surprise hits. A wide smile spread across Urahara's face, obviously finding Grimmjow's pain sadistically humorous.

"As I was saying, there's no telling what's going to happen next, but be prepared for the worst. Also," Urahara tilted his head down so his eyes were completely shielded by his hat, "have you been doing your homework?" He asked ominously.

Mikan wanted to collapse onto the floor and scream. It was funny how a thing like school and homework still existed and she was still obligated to continue her studies, even when there was an ever- looming possibility the world was going to be obliterated and destroyed by a twisted being not even human. Funny, and a pain in the ass.

"Yeah, whatever, but I'm not doing his for him!" Mikan shouted, crossing her arms as she walked past the two of them.

"Not my problem. But if he gets anything below a B minus, I'm adding two more days to your boxing lessons!" Urahara said in a sing- song voice. The person of topic, Grimmjow, didn't even look remotely interested in joining the conversation. He got up with a grunt, stretching his neck from side to side as he moved towards the door connecting the shop to the living space behind it.

Mikan could hear him nearly behind her, so she quickly opened the door, slamming it shut behind her. When she didn't hear it close, she retreated further back into into the kitchen, on a mission to head for her room where she could study for the quiz she had on Tuesday.

Grimmjow's narrowed eyes watched her speed- walk down the hall and up the stairs, and he followed close behind. The girl had always been weird, but now she was acting even stranger than usual. Grimmjow wasn't stupid, he could put two and two together, but did that mean-?

He scoffed lightly, lowered eyes peering around the top of the stairs just in time to see her door close. His lips pressed into a line and he took the few steps to stand outside the door.

What the fuck was he doing?

Grimmjow got ready to turn away, his lip already curling in disgust at himself, but then he froze, stopping half- swivel on the pads of his feet. As if it had a mind of its own, his hand reached for the doorknob, gently resting on the cold metal.

What was he supposed to say? Was there anything he had to say, anyway? Grimmjow let his eyes roam around the empty hall, trying to think about anything but the hand that was on the doorknob. It didn't work. He felt so fucking pitiful for himself, it was embarrassing. But his usually cold and ruthless conscience was telling him to say something to her. Her behavior wasn't sitting well with him, in a way he couldn't understand and hated.

He let out a small puff of air, quietly leaning against the wood door so the hand on the doorknob was behind his back. He had never done anything like this before,and was sure he would regret it later, but before he could change his mind, using the knuckles on his free hand, he softly knocked twice.

Nothing happened. Just as Grimmjow's grim line of a mouth had started shaping into a snarl, the surface he was leaning o suddenly caved in. He lost his footing for a second, and on the other side of the door, Mikan was suddenly startled when the door had begun opening with a lot more force than she had anticipated. Grimmjow gripped the door frame and, pausing momentarily to grind his back teeth together, stuck his head in, his wild blue locks entering first.

Mikan cocked her head questioningly and he pinned her down with a look of... annoyance? Weariness? Confusion? Mikan was grasping for straws at the reason behind Grimmjow's sudden visit. Not that she didn't have a faint inkling, but the air was steadily getting more thick and cold with awkwardness.

Grimmjow lowered his eyelids a fraction of a centimeter, the movement almost looking like he was softening his gaze. Mikan couldn't really be sure, and she parted her lips to speak, but he beat her to it.

"Your knees alright?" He asked out of the blue. Mikan's mouth twitched, a grin threatening to break over. She had almost forgotten about the scrapes and they didn't hurt anymore, but she supposed she should clean them anyway, in case it got infected.

"I guess." One shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. It wasn't like him to be wondering about her well- being, and Mikan thought she preferred the wilder, louder side of him in comparison to the tight- lipped, quiet one standing before her. Not that she didn't enjoy his presence, because she did, but part of her wanted him to get out so she could go cry in a corner.

Mikan watched as one of his hands nestled in his hair, absentmindedly running through it and basically just making it look like blue fire. If there was a freak- of- the- year award, Mikan would have gladly accepted it, because she fucking loved that crazy hair.

"Go get it cleaned up or it's going to get infected and shit." He said bluntly, turning towards the door, ready to leave without really accomplishing anything. Mikan propped a hand on her hip and arched an eyebrow. "Huh? Since do you care about me?" She had genuinely been curious to hear his answer, but the question came out harsher than intended, and she saw Grimmjow visibly stiffen, one hand gripping the edge of the door.

"Well fuck, never mind then." He spat out over his shoulder. Mikan instantly regretted her words and one hand reached out to him, just a brush away from his well- defined shoulder under the black T- shirt he was wearing.

"No, I didn't mean it like that! I'm-" She started, but Grimmjow just scoffed and let go of the wooden edge, turning next door for his room.

Don't go, Mikan thought sadly and almost pitied herself, when she lunged forward and grabbed the back of his shirt. Startling blue eyes whipped around at her, staring daggers.

"Whaaat now?" He said, dragging out the A. Mikan pressed her lips together and started to relax her death grip on his shirt. Then, as if a new thought had come over her, she readjusted her grip and stepped closer to Grimmjow.

"Grimmjow, please tell me something. Why did you... kiss me? I want to know." More like you need to know, Mikan thought, internally cringing at how weak her voice sounded. But she did need to know, no matter how cheesy it sounded, how Grimmjow really felt. And if he didn't have any interest, then it was pack her bags, stamp her passport, and hasta la vista Grimmjow.

For a second split thinner than hair, his eyes widened and his lips parted, the only things revealing his shock and terror. Fuck oh fuck, what was he supposed to say? He didn't want all of this pansy- ass feeling talk, and in hindsight he had been foolish to think it would have just been a quick peck on the lips when it came to the human girl. He didn't want to talk anything out, and he certainly didn't need it.

But. Damn his stupid conscience. It was gnawing him alive from the inside out.

Grimmjow's eyebrows knit together and he enclosed Mikan's small wrist in his large hand. "Whaddaya want me to say? Sorry? Because there's no way in hell I'm apologizing for something I didn't even do wrong."

Mikan let out a soft laugh that sounded more like an exhale. "I wouldn't expect you to. Maybe you already know, but," She said boldly and inched forward another step. Grimmjow's breathing was starting to speed up. He was feeling like he was cornered, something that had never, ever, happened to him. His eyes darted to her wrist in his hand to her face, which were getting much too close for comfort. It was like an icy feeling of deja vu was washing over him. What was this girl? She was crazy, insane...

"You're fucking crazy." He half- whispered, more to himself than her, but Mikan heard and laughed anyway. He didn't sound too convinced, especially since he had started leaning forward too, which Mikan took as a good sign. Maybe things are going to work out after all, Mikan thought with a content smile. Her eyelids slid shut and she leaned forward to meet her lips with-

Nothing.

The grip on her wrist suddenly was gone, and she found her hand grabbing nothing. In a flurry, her eyes flew open to a sudden breeze, just barely catching a glimpse of sky blue hair disappearing behind a door.

"I'm... feeling tired. Just go away for now." Came the slightly muffled voice of Grimmjow on the other side.

She was alone in the hallway and standing with her arm still outstretched in the air. It slowly returned to her side as she stared and Grimmjow's door with narrowed eyes.

He had gotten cold feet? Right before they had been about to kiss for the second time?! Grimmjow Jeagerjacques had fled like a Cinderella in distress, and Mikan was insanely peeved off about it, her her teeth clenched with a twitch in her jaw.

Taking shaky, slow deep breaths, Mikan counted to 10 before walking away with her hands clenched in fists. There was one last angry braid- toss before Mikan stormed down the stairs, letting the residents of the shop know she wasn't in the best of moods.

Mikan was halfway down the stairs with her upper lip curled up when she had an epiphany. With a new mission on her mind, she spun on her heel, marching back up the stairs and around the corner in front of Big Blue's door.

"Grimmjow, y- you... get out here! Stop hiding under your covers like a big baby!" Mikan shouted, banging on the door until her knuckles started hurting. It had been barely a minute of rapping when, miraculously, it opened, revealing a grumpy bluenette.

"Shut the hell up!" He yelled into her face. Mikan stood her ground, glaring finely- sharpened daggers up at him.

"You know what? You are so aggravating, but the funny thing is, I actually like it! I like when you annoy me, so does that make me crazy? Huh? And you want to know something else, Grimmjow?" Mikan ranted, not once taking a breath or blinking, which deeply unnerved Grimmjow. "I don't even know anything about you and I want to! What is it you are so unwilling to say? Damn, Grimmjow, just please tell me."

He was at a loss for words. The day was going so out of control for him, he had no idea where to begin. The girl was waiting for his reply with one hand on the door, ready to push it back if he were to close it. When did things get so humanoid for him? It had probably been the moment the girl had found him, way back to that time he had nearly bled out from all his wounds.

And then what happened? He hated the World of the Living. In some ways, he still did. He was an arrancar at heart and lived for the glory of triumphing over opponents, relishing the sound of the clash zanpakuto made against one another. When was the last he had gripped the blue- patterned hilt of Pantera? He had become way too lax over the last few days, not that he could help it much. After all, he vaguely remembered human bodies had soft, easily- injured skin, unlike the hierro he had as an arrancar.

"Geez. You could basically call me a damn human." He scoffed, pulling Mikan's arm through the gap in the door. Her caramel- brown eyes lit up, and this time, her eyes closed again in bliss when she felt his soft lips against hers.

A/N: I'm sorry *-* I just can't help writing all that mushy romance! If you didn't like it, let me know! If you did, let me know! Again, thanks for the wait, hopefully this somewhat satisfied you guys. As always, thanks for reading!