Silly and pretty short, but hey it's an update and it didn't take me a month to do :D

I also thought something not twisted and humorously perverted as opposed to disgustingly perverted would be a nice change for you lot.

Thanks to all you lot of reviewers, and with the banners and chants ready we are all set to march on Japan and demand they produce one live Natsume Hyuuga with a mind as dirty as he's gonna be when we are finished with him.

:D Enjoy.

Mikan is thirteen.

Although there were some of Natsume's worst traits that Mikan managed to prune out of him, like using flames and intimidation to get what he wanted or keeping secrets locked up, there were always others she never ever managed to get out of him.

"Ahh-ahh-ahhh! Latelatelatelatelate!" Mikan squealed as she tore open her drawers and began pulling on the nicest, closest, and least crumpled clothes she could find.

Dinner with Hotaru came up once in a blue moon and she would A. look nice, and B. not be late, or C. the cruel purple-eyed inventor would take off to any of the other appointments she had booked into her schedule and leave her poor estranged best friend alone and in tears… again.

Skirts, shirts and tops came to Mikan fairly easily in her ten-second timeframe, as did making her hair look presentable, and she was about to run out the door when she suddenly realized she'd forgotten her underwear.

Well no one ever said she was the sharpest tool in the shed.

If she was wearing jeans she would've let it go, but the skirt she'd picked was quite risky on its own: without panties she'd be unable to bend over all night or she'd risk breaking public decency acts.

Rushing back across the room and yanking open her top drawer, Mikan was somewhat startled to find it somewhat lighter and easy to move than it ought be, and subsequently pulled it completely free of the chest of drawers and fell flat on her back, winding herself as the thing came down on top of her.

"Uuuurrrggg" she groaned and rolled onto her side, gasping and trying to force herself to her feet while grabbing at the contents of the weight on her stomach.

However, she realized very quickly that the reason the drawer came clean out was because it was in fact empty.

Completely, and wholly…

Empty.

"…" Mikan's eyes widened as the clock ticked ever closer to the moment at which Hotaru would leave the entryway of the Noko Alice cuisinery and instead choose to attend any one of the five other engagements she had booked into this night.

"Fuck! Natsume!" the brunette screamed and pounded a fist on the floor. Did he really have to steal every single pair of her knickers?

Back in his room Natsume Hyuuga grinned in a self-satisfied and infuriatingly proud way, and looked proudly around his walls, decorated with a brand new banner of the most interesting and enlightening kind.

The onlyhard part had been finding the staples.

Oh I love this so much more than I should :D

Bit of language, but I think the situation is appropriate ;)

On another note, Springfairy has already given me an idea or so, but if any other readers have any situations or ideas they'd like to see written (for this or even just in general) go right ahead and let me know.