Natsume Hyuuga is an ordinary guy in his early twenties; he studies hard, he observes the universe and he works different jobs to support his family and himself. And then there's Mikan Sakura: fabulously wealthy, a glittering socialite, whose life could not be any more different to Natsume Hyuuga's. But by the will of fate, or perhaps by chance alone, they meet and fall in love.

Two countries torn by war, death and grief. Not much is left in Major General Natsume Hyuuga's heart except for anguish and hatred, but when he finds himself mortally wounded in enemy territory, he expects Death. He didn't expect however to be saved by an enemy, least of all, to fall in love with an enemy that his government taught so well to hate. No one expected that. War-fic AU

"Aren't we doing something really dumb?" Five b-girls with questionable backgrounds decide to risk it all and go for their dreams at a prestigious dance academy. Of course, things get complicated. MxN with other pairings.

A few weeks had come and past; gone was the first excitement of starting something new, and meeting people. Assignments were piling up viciously, and students were reminded of the real reason to why they were there at university: to study. Yet a certain pretty Mikan Sakura is a good enough distraction for Natsume, who just can't seem to do any work when she's around. Drabbles.

She had been friends with Aoi for ten years now. She had known Aoi's brother for ten years now. But now, ten years into their acquaintance, Mikan finds herself in their house, playing a game of mahjong. Her cheeks flush; her neck burning and her hands faintly shaking. Why? Well... because Natsume's hand is caressing her leg under the table, unknown to everyone else - that's why.

Gang member Natsume Hyuuga never lost. Runaway Mikan Sakura never loved. Until she gave him something to fear losing, and he gave her something to fear loving.