oo...here is chappy 11...this one...i have pictured Mikan as ALMOST back to normal...not quite...i originally wanted to make Mikan lose it and snap once and for all but i think i'll leave that for the next chappy...so thanks to all of you for reviewing and i hope you will keep on going!

MUST READ OR ELSE I WILL STOP THIS FANFIC!!! HOTARU IS NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN THREATEN AND BLACKMAIL!!

i thought of taking a story from this writer, Victoria Hanley, and apply it to the Gakuen Alice charactars...i want to know if you will approve of this...i only want to show you the story but i want to put it into Gakuen Alice...they will be SERIOUSLY OOC if i do...so in ur reviews, plz include yes or no...okok...or else(look up...)

i love stress relief...

Chapter 11: Stress-relief

Yuu's P.O.V.

Something changed. That was evident as Mikan smiled a little more than she did usually. Her smile seemed to reflect something that had occurred to her on the night of the Gala, while we were all too busy minding our own business, something must've happened between our two distant friends.

And much to our jaw-dropping surprise, she talked to Natsume like she knew him as an old friend. Hotaru, of course, went clicking away with her right hand assistant.

But I was…glad to finally see the old Mikan smiling. Although we still never heard that laugh, we didn't mind. As long as she was here. All of us, meaning our usual group, then headed out to the oh-so-famous Central Town. We all chipped in to buy Mikan a large version of her favorite candy. Curiosity got the better of us as we had the urge to see how far this…change had gone.

She ate it as we waited in anticipation. To our…somewhat slight dismay, she only exclaimed with completely controlled excitement. All she said was, "Oh, nice." Talk about disappointing.

We all fell down anime style when we watched as our…uh, Great Strategic Plan to Make Mikan Smile Plan 1 was dropped like a hot cookie.

Later in the day, Mikan, Hotaru and I walked through the piazza. All around us, people were whispering and pointing for one obvious reason: Mikan Sakura and her changed attitude.

"Have you heard?" one girl, with a lot of gall, whispered to her friends. "They say Sakura is a complete freak and that she ran away because she was apparently in love with the AAO co-head! And her mother is apparently the AAO head herself!"

"Oh, my gosh! And Natsume actually likes her? Weirdo!"

They cackled and cawed like they owned the world. Mikan had stopped moving. In her eyes, I saw something in Mikan that I thought I would never see.

Mikan Sakura snapped. Her rage, fueled by the gossips that flew around like butterflies, was manifested into the lightning that suddenly struck the Academy. She stomped away, a barrier protecting her from the wrath of her own stolen Alice as the shocks attacked everywhere around her. She reached the north end of the piazza and took off running, disappearing around the bend.

The lightning ceased and the girls were quivering in a tight circle. I glared at them as Hotaru assaulted them with her Baka gun. We left Central Town in search for Mikan, having no clue as to where she was.

Heck, with what I've seen she can do, she's probably half way back to Paris!

Mikan's P.O.V.

What else can there be said?

I wasn't in love with any of the AAO. But that first part…was as true as anything. I was a freak and freaks don't belong in society.

When my thread of patience snapped, I let my emotions get the better of me, something Constantine would have me whipped for. The whip scars on my body had faded but the pain I had felt that had embedded obedience into me would forever stay there. I found myself curiously staring at the cherry blossoms on the Sakura Tree, as if the world had suddenly disappeared around me.

"Hey, little girl," I heard a voice call. I looked around the trunk and found myself looking at Natsume Hyuuga. My hostilities towards him had dwindled but something…painful still lay there. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." I looked down. I looked at his right hand and saw that he wore his watch not on his left hand but on his right. "Why are you wearing your watch on your right hand? Are you left handed?"

His pace paled and his instantly pulled his hand from sight. He was hiding something. Collapsing next to him, I looked to the pink petals once again. I heard the quiet flipping of his manga. Then, I saw my opportunity. As his right hand was raised to push his hair from his eyes, I caught it, pushed his chest against the ground and examined the hand.

Removing the strap, I saw multiple scars on his wrist where his veins showed off their blue color. I saw what he had tried to do…and I was hurt. He would do that? I hate him…I hate him…I hate him so much…. I stood, my hair hiding my eyes, the apparent windows to my heart.

"What did you do?" I asked him, my voice almost robotic. "What did you do to your wrist?" I had snapped again and this time, it's going to be a blood fest.

He also stood. He was a good five inches taller than me. But I was strong, more agile and a heck load angrier. Before he could say anything, I sucker-punched him, being careful not to break anything but just enough to get my point across. "YOU STUPID, FREAKING, HOLLOW, EMPTY, MORONIC, IDIOTIC, SO-INSANELY-BLIND JERK!!" I yelled. "Did you think that doing that would make me happy? You think just because I hate you, the world would be better off without you?!"

"Yes," he answered.

Did he have the face to say that?

I slapped him, right after I had punched him. "Have you any idea what would happen if you had died?" When, he didn't answer, I continued. "I would have followed you! I would have followed YOUR FREAKING ASS ALL THE WAY TO THAT DAMNED HOLE THEY SUPPOSEDLY CALL HELL!!!" Stress-relief…couldn't ask for more.

"I'm sorry…" he said quietly, his voice trailing off.

"You had better be," I hissed. Then, I let my voice soften and sighed. "I'm glad you're not dead for on thing."

His eyebrows shot up. Then, his trademark smirk appeared. "Does that mean you love me?" He whispered that in my ear. I was annoyed and he shouldn't have provoked me. I grabbed his collar and brought his face close to mine.

"In your friggin' dreams, Hyuuga," I snarled and pushed him down to the ground. "Maybe you should go to sleep early, Hyuuga," I said, coolly as I walked away. "Then you can dream that I am in love with you. Then, I waved over my shoulder, unaware of the smirk that had grown on his face, becoming a sort-of, lopsided grin.

Yeah…

I love stress-relief…

Natsume's P.O.V.

Well...Ruka was right...

She wasn't happy to see that. In fact, she was downright raging. I do kinda owe her an apology, right? No way. I was not going to tarnish my already horribly smudged pride. Or maybe I would. Who really knows?

Mikan Sakura already drived me up the wall. But then again...you could say in a good way...if there is a good way...

But I had to admit it...

Ruka was right...

A/N:He finally had the guts to admit that his frenz were right...good for you!did you like it?? hope you did and in hoped that i will continue...you had better have read my messageevil-devil-eyes-flashing or else muahahahahahahaha(look up...)...well...smiles sweetly, no memory of what just happened...hope you guys like it!! ja!