Hello all! Well I'll be honest and say I wasn't sure if Some Things was going to pull through this time around, my inspirational bank was dry, but a holiday and boredom finally cranked a response out of me. Nothing I planned, but here you go :P

Mikan and Natsume are twenty years old

He knew she was up to no good, he could smell it the minute he walked through the door.

"Mikan?" he yelled through his new apartment suspiciously, "Where are you?" There was a pause of about a minute or so, which he spent taking off his shoes and coat and ruffling up his hair in the hall mirror until it looked more to his liking.

"Here!" She finally called back, which he found about as helpful as a pair of chopsticks in a soup-eating contest.

"Where's that?!" he shouted back, wrinkling his nose at the foreign smell that was invading his nice newly-purchased apartment that had absolutely nothing to do with the Alice Academy (he was determined to put that place as far behind him as he could lob it), and where he had just about persuaded Mikan to move into a whole two years after graduation; she just had to tell Hotaru she didn't need to rent that room in her place any more and move the final boxes of her things over here.

"Bedroom!" She replied, and although that was somewhat of an overstatement as this place only had three rooms including the bathroom, so the bedroom was also the dining room, the dayroom, the study and the living room – nevertheless, it was still his favourite place in the flat (as he had the most sex in there).

"Then why do I smell paint?" he questioned worriedly as he crossed the small hallway and the kitchen to reach Mikan, and suddenly shouldering the door open visibly winced as he was confronted with the brashest shade of pink he had ever encountered, plastered over his walls like a child might colour in a line drawing… with crayons.

"Mikan…" he hissed threateningly as the offending young woman strode up to him half covered in paint and wearing nothing but one of his best shirts (now also half covered in paint), "what the hell have you done to my flat!"

"Painting!" she replied cheerfully, brandishing a magenta-soaked brush in his face, "see?"

"I'd have to be blind not to!" he yelled, "why have you been painting?" She seemed offended by his tone, and her face fell as she let go of the brush and it plopped into a paint can by her feet, splashing fat gobs of pain all over the carpet (his carpet).

"To brighten this place up…" she said petulantly, "I thought it could use more colour…"

"Mikan…" he groaned and pressed a hand over his face, "you haven't even put painting sheets down."

"Painting sheets?" she echoed curiously, and if they hadn't been coated in a thick wet layer of bright pink paint Natsume would've banged his head against the wall.

"Oh for god's sake…" he cursed, "you put them down to stop paint from getting on all the furniture and carpets… but I guess its too late now…" he looked around his paint-spatters belongings and wondered if it was too soon to move, or for a matter of fact if he'd be allowed to leave with the walls in this state.

"Oh," she hummed assumptively, "I understand now…" she rubbed her face and streaked paint across her nose, then turned around and started to survey the wreckage she'd wreaked on Natsume's nice new flat.

"You know, if I didn't love you I'd kill you." He said resentfully, but it caused Mikan to turn around to jump and glomph him with a huge smile on her face.

"Oh Natsume!" she squealed as she pressed herself to him, then puzzled as he swore under his breath and pulled a sour face, "wait… what?" she questioned.

"You are covered in paint," he said remorsefully as he wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her with that unique mixture of love and hate, "which makes two of my good shirts you've ruined." She shifted back and stared down at the matching paint-marks on their respective shirts, both of which in fact belonged to Natsume.

"I'm sorry," she grovelled, "I just needed something to paint in."

"Why couldn't you use your own clothes then?" he said with a pained expression, then subtly, without her seeming to notice, started to unbutton (his) shirt on her.

"Well I didn't want to get them dirty so I just thought I'd use something of yours from the wash basket but it was empty so I found this in your drawers and… hey! Wait a second!" she protested as he flicked open the last buttons and pushed his shirt off her shoulders, "What are you doing?" she squealed as he (avoiding the patches of paint) kissed a line up her neck.

"Well you're going to have to pay me back for them somehow," he murmured, "and I know you're skint." A teasing kiss on the corner of her mouth, "also, you've no idea just how damn cute you look in my oversized painty shirt." Mikan grinned like a Cheshire cat and moved to fully catch his mouth with hers.

"Told you so," she teased between kisses, "you like your shirt like this."

"Correction," he said as he pushed her down on their futon, "I like you with my shirt like this." There was a moments pause, with Mikan lying flat on her back and Natsume hovering over her, while he traced a finger thoughtfully along the pink stripe adorning her face.

"What?" She questioned as she started loosening his clothes herself (it wasn't as if she didn't want sex either, she's a grown woman after all).

"Just as I thought," he said with a grin and a silly kiss on the end of her nose, "this colour suits you."

This is where I ask you to review, and COMMAND you to go and read my other story Arrythmia, it recently got updated and I work REALLY HARD on it so please go and at least have a look :) Please?

Peace out.