Animefreak2000 asks: To Mikan-chan has Natsume ever annoyed you so much that you went crazy?

Well… I'd be inclined to say an answer that would probably oppose that person right behind me, but because of this malevolent presence that seems to be occupying the space, I will say… no?

Kuro Neko: Good answer. *walks out of the room*

He's gone! Dear God yes he annoys me! He's a perverted lecherous nasty black cat who needs to get an attitude adjustment—Natsume when did you get back?

Kuro Neko: …

MISS. AUTHOR PERSON. I NEED YOU TO TAKE OVER! WHO KNOWS WHEN I'LL BE BACK!

Miss. Author Person: I got you Mikan. Okay, pleoples, it all went a little something like this. I think. I'm assuming 'cause this is her story and not mine but I'm still gonna tell it in first person—

JUST DO IT!

I leaned around the wall, my gaze darting back and forth, looking for the enemy. The silence was incredibly loud, putting me on edge as my shoulders tensed, forcing me to press myself harder against the wall. Not sensing his malicious presence, I prowled down the dull hallways of the boy's dorm, locating the door. Bingo. In golden letters on the front was scribed Hyuuga.

My expression slipped into a scowl just reading the name. Fire-caster-who-must-not-be-named was going to get it, and get it good. Nobody crosses me without getting away with it. Except Hotaru. Because she would be able to kill me and nobody would know I was gone for another month.

It wasn't my fault that I was brought down to this level of cruel revenge. Natsume started it all. He pushed me past my breaking point!

"Natsume! You promised that you would help me study for the math exam tomorrow!" I exclaimed, stalking towards my annoying boyfriend who was lazing beneath the Sakura tree. "Why in the world didn't you show up? You promised!" I repeated, stressing that he had promised. Natsume, though a stubborn cat, rarely broke his promises.

"I don't need to explain myself to you," he muttered not opening his eyes, before snidely adding, "Miss childish idiot."

"You're not even apologizing! Why are you being extra jerky today?" I practically shrieked as I felt my fury rising as his nonchalant attitude.

He gazed at me through his drooping eyelids. "Oh. Was I supposed to apologize?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"Wait, excuse me for just a second," what was left of his manners seemed to be re-surfacing, so my tense shoulders relaxed slightly and I waited for his apology. "What did I do again?"

Now, it must be clear that my downward spiral leading to this wicked deed was not my fault. My patience for his rudeness was literally stabbed, put in a body bag, burned, and the ashes were thrown in all seven different oceans. (Miss. Author Person: :3 this is more how I would talk) I cautiously turned the gleaming silver knob and crept silently into his room, praying that if I got caught, Hotaru wouldn't be the judge. I can only imagine the lack of objectivity she would have in her ruling.

My eyes whipped back and forth, and I had to swallow a sigh of relief, lest I give away my position. Skulking further into his expansive bedroom and flipping on the light switch, I hurriedly threw myself under his bed so I had a covered place to plan my next steps. I was going to go all out with my wickedness this time.

I carefully slid back into the open and started with my plan of epic-vindictive proportions. I swung open the doors of his grand walk-in closet, covered wall-to-wall in various types of clothing. I ducked underneath his uniform section to where his shoes were and snatched all the left shoes. I quietly and quickly closed the doors and cracked his window open, chucking his stupid shoes as far as I could into the woods.

Satisfied, I clapped my hands against each other in a feeble attempt to get rid of any self-incriminating evidence that might be hiding itself there. I flicked his lights off and creaked his door open and slipped out; I was almost home free.

I snuck out of the boy's dormitory building, my heart stopping completely several times when I heard Natsume's name mentioned. I forgot how popular he was with some of the boys. They put him on a pedestal so high; I was surprised that he had oxygen to breathe.

Once I was safe in my triple star room, I almost cried in relief and threw a party. Not only did I get back at Natsume, but I finally got away with it too! I grabbed my remote and cuddled under my plush covers. I deserved a victory movie-marathon after all that I had accomplished today. My eyes fluttered as sleepiness began to slowly win its battle with consciousness. Victory sleep is good too, I thought as I drifted off into sleep.

"Oi, Polka," someone gently shook my shoulder, but I continued to stubbornly keep my head shoved into my pillow. It was Saturday, nobody should be waking me up. A sigh resounded. "Mikan. Come on." I finally matched the rich voice with a very fox-like face and decided to give him a little more grief through being unresponsive. He finally appeared to give up using his words, so he slid his arms underneath my torso and flipped me. Like a pancake.

My eyes shot open for the sole purpose to glower at my boyfriend. He met my gaze with a one of much calmer proportions. "Are you awake?"

"No!" I complained flopping over and pulling my covers up over my head.

"Can you still hear me?"

"No!"

"Do you want Howalon?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, you can hear me," I cursed myself internally for falling into his trap. He took a pained breath and I could hear the groan in his voice as he mumbled, "Sorry."

I rocketed up and grasped the front of his shirt, startling him into falling on my bed. I couldn't help the beam that spread across my face. "Really? For what exactly?"

"Really, and for skipping our session. It was… harsh," he hissed through his clenched teeth, as if every word was pure agony. I threw my arms around him in a huge hug, and he slowly but surely returned the gesture by snaking his arms around my waist.

"I appreciate you saying that," my voice was muffled as I spoke into his shirt. "I'm sorry too."

"For what?"

"F-For throwing all your left shoes out…" I admitted, a flush burning on my face. Natsume pulled back, and instead of the anger I expected, he looked like he was about to start snickering.

"I had Imai change the name plate on my door with Koko's. You didn't even notice, oblivious idiot. You can't get revenge on me."

The day continued on with my screeches of rage and profuse apologies for the fact that Koko was walking around in only one shoe, instead of two rights.

Miss. Author Person: I-I-I did it!

*peer edits* Um, this doesn't sound like me at all.

Miss. Author Person: *slowly slides out a gun* I did it.

W-Why yes you did! (Where did she get that?)Thanks for reading again guys! Miss. Author Person had to attend a funeral last week and is also writing another fanfic (it's called Close Your Eyes, read it!) so she's a little backed up. We all love you! Well, maybe not Natsume, but I love you! Bye!