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Mikan took a deep breath and looked bravely into Hotaru's magenta eyes, expecting them to glare back at her with ferocity. The problem was, Hotaru was not even facing her. Instead, she was looking at the two wrist cuffs that peeked out from under Mikan's sleeves.

"Those." She said, her voice unsure. "Alice Limiters and Controllers… Can you still use your Alice with these two babies on?" Hotaru picked up Mikan's hand and examined it, turning her hand this way and that.

"Hotaru, I'm not going to try." Mikan wriggled her hand out of Hotaru's grip and pulled her sleeves over her wrists. After that, there was a long moment of deafening silence while she waited for Hotaru to register everything she told her. Mikan decided it was best to leave Hotaru to herself for now.

The mattress sprung back up where Mikan was sitting and Hotaru realized Mikan had stood up. "I'll be going now. There's DA and SA class tomorrow and I plan on not falling asleep in class." Mikan said as she made her way to the door. Her warm fingers burned as they gripped the cold copper doorknob and Mikan was remembered her fever.

"Wait." Hotaru stopped Mikan in her tracks. "I've got one last question. Is Persona dead? I thought I saw you kill him last night." Hotaru's tone was casual, as if she was asking about the weather. If she was fretting, she was masking it well.

Mikan shot Hotaru a look then choked out a small laugh. "That's right, I stomached all six liters of Persona-sensei's blood and killed him." She said with a sly smile, sarcasm evident in her voice, before closing the door behind her.


"I didn't know vampires could fall sick." a familiar voice quipped.

Mikan jumped and her heavy eyelids snapped right open as she drew a bead on the figure sitting by her bed. Her hand shot up to the lights switch and she flicked all of them on at once. Under the dazzling brilliance of spotlights, the shadowed figure revealed itself.

"Shut up and get out, Natsume." Mikan said halfheartedly before flopping down onto her bed. What Natsume was up to, Mikan could not be bothered. The luxurious king-sized cradle was dressed in a cream coloured bedspread and a thick matching quilt laid over it. Mikan yanked the quilt over her head, blocking out most of the glaring lights and laid there with her arms flanked on both sides and her eyes shut. Listening only to the beating of her own heart, Mikan floated in and out of consciousness.

Natsume didn't say a word. He sat at the edge of her bed watching the motionless lump under the blanket. Mikan didn't look like she had the energy to go on a feeding frenzy in the middle of the night. Since when did he become a 24/7 vampire bodyguard?

With his foot, Natume nudged the lump. "Persona told me to tell you this." he began, "He said that the AAO wanted an army of killers. It's hard to train a kid to kill. It takes a lot of time and effort on both sides. This drug, it's apparently gives the user a predatory instinct so it's given to all captured Alices. Looks like they're planning something big. " Natsume related in a monotonously.

"Then again, Persona said that there is a cure. They give it to the Alices when they reach eighteen. By then, they would be completely loyal and not to mention, fatal. So there's no se for the vampiric thing anymore." With all that he had said, Mikan remained silent. He began to wonder if she really was listening at all. "Oi. Are you listening?" He finally asked.

"No I'm not." Came Mikan's muffled answer from under the blanket but she was listening all right, because this was not one of Natsume's stupid wisecracks. It was an important message from Persona sensei so there was this weird obligation to listen to what he had to say.

"FINE!" Natsume hollered.

Mikan jumped under her blanket, wondering what the Devil got into him. Maybe she should have treated him a little nicer. Natsume leapt off the bed after letting out an audible huff. Mikan didn't know for sure if he was going to walk out of the door since his light footsteps were soundless against the carpeted floor but she knew she'd angered him.

"Look." Mikan started as she too leapt off the bed. Natsume was nearly at the door when she called out. He whirred around to face her only to see Mikan crouch down at the foot of her bed, her head buried between her knees.


Mikan's head started to spin the moment she stood up. Combined with the head rush, she was either going to crash onto the floor or go out cold. Immediately, she squatted down and waited for the dizzy spells to wear off but a strong arm held her shoulders and encircled her waist, helping her back to her bed.

"Are you still running a fever?" Natsume questioned. Mikan glanced up at his face. He was scowling before, wasn't he? So why the sudden, change of expression? Mikan started to feel her cheeks and ears heat up. "I'm…no not really." She stammered, looking at Natsume look at her.

Natsume knew this type of people, the ones who always put up a strong front. Mikan was one of them. Gently, he placed one palm onto her forehead and the other on his own. He was right, Mikan's fever hadn't gone down, it had gone up. "Take a bath, you stink." He said and let his hands drop to his side. After a bath, her fever should go down a little. Natsume helped her off the bed, holding her shoulder and elbow.

Mikan was in no mood to argue so obediently, she took a hot shower and slipped into a loose tee and sweat pants, feeling slightly better and more sober than when she got into the bathroom. Natsume had been dozing off to sleep on the couch. He snapped right awake when the toilet door swung open.

"Hey, are there any paracetamol tablets around?" Mikan asked the bleary-eyed Natsume. Natsume stifled a yawn and pointed to a small cupboard below the writing desk. Mikan popped open two tablets and down it with a glass of honey, then poured another glass for Natsume.

"So, what's the plan?" Mikan set the glasses down on the coffee table and sat on an opposite couch. Natsume rubbed his eyes and took a sip of the honey.

"Plan?"

"Er..Yeah? To get the antidote?" Mikan raised an eyebrow in question.

"There isn't any. It takes time to find out who has the antidote and where it is. Persona's working on it." Natsume said as he got up and plopped himself down conveniently onto the bed.

Mikan got up as well. "Sleep in your own dorm." She said and yawned. She could barely keep her eyes open. Maybe drinking honey makes a person feel like sleeping, Mikan thought to herself when she saw Natsume fast asleep on her bed. Somehow, he looked less irritating when he's asleep. Mikan switched off the lights and dove under the duvet, unaffected by Natsume's presence.

After all, it wasn't the first time they shared a bed.


Yeah, i know. Many people were like, Persona's nice? no no no no..

But YES!

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