It's been a while hasn't it?

Thanks to all the people who have waited so diligently for this, I lobe you all and wish you many delicious cookies.

I've encountered growing pains on the original threesome fic, and have had a load of work from school, so no hate please I updated eventuallydidn't I:P

Anyway, wish you all goodwill and fortune and here's the next instalment.

Mikan is thirteen

Mikan isn't the most perceptive of people, but she can usually tell what's trouble when it stares her straight in the face.

And Ruka being sick always means trouble.

Because when Ruka is ill, Natsume is bored.

And when Natsume is bored, he harasses Mikan.

Ruka had been taken ill with a cold, probably picked up from playing too late last night with the Giant Pyo without a proper coat, and as a result it was just Mikan and Natsume on the back desk that day. With the intention of it staying that way, as anyone trying to claim the popular spot was warded off by a harsh glare or a few sparks from Natsume's fingers, which Mikan instinctively knew to be trouble.

"Uh, Natsume…" she started nervously, "you know I think I might be coming down with Ruka-pyon's cold… perhaps I should go and sit…"

"Stay." He demanded and shot a hand out under the desk to grab a tight hold of hers. When Natsume spoke in that voice people tended to do what he said, and Mikan was no exception.

"Oh," she murmured quietly, feeling her palm burning in contact with his, "sure, okay Natsume." It wasn't until the teacher began the lesson and asked the class to start taking notes that he let go of that hand.

However, in retrospect it might've been better that he'd simply stayed holding her hand… its next destinations were not so modest.

It was about a half-hour or so before Natsume was witlessly bored of Jino's lesson, until then he'd found half-heartedly paying attention and staring at Mikan (and burning the edges of her workbook) just about enough to get him by, but when Jino began moving onto fractions he couldn't bear it anymore and let his head sink down onto the desk.

"Psst!" Mikan hissed as Natsume turned his head to the side to continue to look at Mikan, still laying on the desk, "Sit up, Natsume! What if Jin-jin sees?"

If it weren't for the same hand that had clutched hers earlier leaping onto Mikan's leg she might've continued scolding Natsume. But as it was, he'd just grasped a full handful of her thigh and was slowly dragging his fingertips across the soft skin of her inner leg, making her nearly choke on her breath and turn furiously red.

"Na-Natsu…" she stammered as his fingers inched higher, pushing up the line of her hem and heading towards sworn territory, "please stop that if you…" but he didn't stop, and Mikan had a dreaded feeling that if she were to yell then she'd be the one in trouble… and what the hell would her classmates say?

Still panicking as to what to do, Mikan used delay tactics by zipping her legs together and attempting to grab his wrist without raising attention, but he was much stronger than her and had little to no difficulty in twisting her grip away.

"P-please don't Natusme!" She whispered desperately as his hand flexed, trapped between her legs in a very compromising situation, "I'll never become a wife!" at those words his flat hand balled up into a fist and forced her to give way.

"You don't need to be one!" He hissed and slid his hand more determinedly up her leg, "not if I'm not around!" Now on top of being worried and in fear of her virtue, Mikan was also confused as to what he meant. What was 'not if he's not around' supposed to mean?

"Hyuuga-san!" a loud, authoritive voice boomed across the classroom as if sparks could fly off the words alone, and Mikan turned even redder while Natsume's hand finally froze, and after a second, withdrew.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't sleep in my lessons." Jino announced cruelly, not seeing the look of extreme relief that crossed both Natsume and Mikan's faces.

"Yes, Sensei…" Natsume drawled as he sat upright once more, but curses be to the solidly backed desks, no one could see him slipping one of his legs out and pressing it against hers, followed by the same sinful hand resting lightly on her knee.

If you didn't die from old age since I last updated and are still around to read this, or alternatively your ancestors informed you of it, leave a review and I totally promise not to be such a slacker next time XD