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The day ran past and another morning came. Same routines, same greetings, same everyday cycle to the point that it was boring. Well, this is Alice Academy, you can always expect something to come up unexpectedly entertaining, just like Narumi sensei's new outfit.

He was wearing some type of sailor uniform which he thought was cute having seen it on one of the elementary students walking outside the academy. Being a lover of cute and cuddly things (and thinking he was just as adorable himself) he decided to try it on and show it of for all to see (or rather fawn over).

As he entered the room, the students gaped at him like fishes on a pond.

They're probably awed by my new look. This is a step up without having to use my pheromones.He continued to gracefully walk in (more like skipped in) and bathed himself in pure bliss of his own imagination. The professor spun about around the room waiting for compliments to be shot his way. Not that anyone did anyway. But one did speak up.

"What's with him?" Koko asked his friends.

"Don't mind him. He's just a retard. Some idiot who bounces around like some stupid ball."'

Ruka sweatdropped. "Natsume, you have no mercy."

After realizing that his students didn't actually want to fawn over him and his choice of clothes, (which took a wee while of spinning and making the other students sickeningly dizzy) Narumi sat on the teacher's seat and frown at the class.

"Children nowadays have no appreciation of fashion." He pouted.

Koko raised an eyebrow. "You call that fashion? Is that how the outside world has become today?"

"Yeah. Dreadful and weird." Mochu followed up.

"Gee. If that's the case then I'd rather stay here inside. It's disgusting." Sumire put on a face of annoyance and pulled out a face compact from her bag.

"Says the queen of fashion." Mochu piped.

Sumire's hair seem to have turned into snakes as she came upon Mochu. "What the hell did you just say, huh?"

"Good Lord!" Mochu now feared for dear life.

Koko looked on and did noted. "I wouldn't want to get on her bad side."

"Yeah. She can be a tiger." Ruka spoke.

Hotaru, who was observing the commotion, said "No. More like a dragon."

"Her alice is that of a cat-dog. Get it right you guys." Mikan joined in.

"That's not what we were talking about, Mikan" Koko alleged.

Mikan tried to justify her words. "But it's common sense to anyone who knows right?"

The group turned and eyed her. "That's ironic, coming from you." Natsume rolled his eyes.

Mikan's temper shot up. "Are you saying I'm stupid?"

Hotaru was one to answer. "Wow. You can actually deduce that far? Where has your brain been until now?

Mikan is past her boiling point. She's missed three classes for the day and she's quite sure that Jeeno-sensei would be waiting for her in the detention room and she's up for punishment. The reason she's at her wits end is because she missed classes for no particular reason than to play mommy again for Youichi and little-miss-goody-wife to Natsume. Now she's being dragged along the streets of Central Town buying sweets and sight-seeing. Not that they haven't memorized every bend and turn in the place, having stayed there for more than five years. She looked back at the easy-going boy beside her. He seems to be having the time of his life.

"Hey Natsume. I'm really tired. Could you tell You-chan if we could at least sit for a while? My feet are killing me!" She grimaced at him.

Natsume merely shrugged. "Tell him yourself. What's the use of that mouth of yours?" He looked down at her. "You can complain to me, why not complain to him?"

"As if he would listen!" She raised her voice a pitch higher. "You're the only one he ever listens to. All my words fall on deaf ears!". She gave an exasperated sigh.

"Don't over-react."

She spun around to face him. "I'm not overreacting! Try being in my place for once!"

The raven haired boy looked at her from head to toe and back.

"What's with that look?" she raised a brow.

"No way. Who would want to be in your place anyway?" He looked away.

"Well F.Y.I. I wouldn't be in this place right now if not for a certain pig head who dragged me out here!"

"Your fault." He pointed out.

Mikan wanted to bawl her head off. Yeah she did eat that "Season's Most Wanted Melon Flavored Howalon Special Edition" that Natsume handed (more like threw) over her at class (despite the fact that she knew he did have a hidden agenda with it, but she just couldn't keep her hands or her mouth off the thing. Talk about never learning your lessons). She was happy she got one without having to spend a rabbit, but soon later she learned that it wasn't for free either.

Now was it worth looking forward to spending time with Jeeno-sensei in detention later?

"Argh… You're a jackass you know that?" She spat.

"Yeah." He answered flatly. "Coz that's about the thousandth time you told me. With the very same expressions that is." He took a left as they entered a small store with large camera and film-like designs skewered to the walls and a banner that says "PHOTOSHOP". "Besides, I'm not as dumb as you so I think I can remember even you expressions, along with your flaring nostrils."

"Then stop acting like one!" Mikan followed suit. Youichi was at the counter asking the lady for something (she didn't realize where they were, she was too busy bickering with Natsume). "And my nostrils are NOT flaring."

The lady ushered them through a door and into a small studio. Youichi took the liberty of deciding the layouts of the pictures for which she used her illusion alice to make the scenery and it enveloped the three in a somewhat three dimensional virtual reality and made the items blend in (I hope we have this sort of technology instead of just large curtain-like drapery).

"Shut up Mikan. We're already in the studio so might as well create the atmosphere, not ruin it." He sat the bench in the patio. Youichi was still choosing the other backgrounds for later, they get three shots for a hundred rabbits.

"What atmosphere?" She stood there, dumbfounded just as she realized where they are.

"C'mon Mikan. Don't play dumb with me. Besides, you like it too don't you?" Here starts the teasing.

Mikan scrunched up her forehead. "Like what?"

Natsume stood up and pulled her. He then dragged her from the door and plopped her to the seat. He then closed the distance of their faces and whispered

"Playing family"

Mikan blushed not just because of the comment. She was actually alerted by the closeness of their faces that she could actually feel his breath on her ear.

"Wha-wha-wha-wha-What the heck are you saying!" She stuttered. "I wouldn't-"

Natsume averted his eyes and looked back at Youichi who seemed to be having the slightest traces of a smile on his face. Mikan followed his gaze and sighed.

"I'm making this clear. I'm only doing this for the kid, so don't you be getting any ideas."

"Whatever." Natsume sat beside her.

"Couldn't you be the least bit nice?" She turned back to Youichi. "That way, maybe this wouldn't be as hard for as it seems for me." She said in a low voice. Youichi was already making his way towards the two.

Natsume eyed her with a glint of hurt, but then it flickered into that of an idea.

Hmmm

"I could be nice." He smirked and closed his face a centimeter's distance from hers. "How nice do you want me to be?"

"Wha-!"

Mikan felt herself detach from the bench and graze the air as two arms lifted her up. Natsume placed her on his lap and pulled Youichi close to him on the seat. Before she could react, he gave the signal and a flash of light came next.

The result was a smiling Natsume (wow, he's smiling, not smirking. And this is Natsume were talking about.), a blushing Mikan and a dumbstruck Youichi who was looking at the two. (hey, did I just see him smile?)

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A loud shriek rang loud and true through the halls of the academy dormitory. Mikan felt a headache coming. She experimentally removed her hands from her ears to see a pain-stricken expression on the face of a certain white-haired boy.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Yuki who stood by the door way, jaw dropped and mouth open like a fish who saw a monster.

Yuki seemed to have regained his composure and frowned. "I was worried sick for you the whole day, and your ice-queen of a best friend harassed me asking where you are and this is what I get?"

"Who asked you to worry? Now leave my room before somebody sees you and you get caught. Boys are not allowed in girl's dormitory at this time of the night. For Christ's sake it's in the middle of the night. I need some rest." She dragged her feet across the room and practically dropped her aching body on the couch.

"Well I can see that." He moved from the door and closed it behind him. "But I can't help but to worry 'Princess'. Anxiety is killing me and I just needed to see you and ask you where the heck have you been all day!"

Mikan had to put her hands back to her ears. "Dammit Yuki. Stop screaming! Do you wanna wake up the whole academy!" She squealed.

"You've missed a half day of class, disappered without a trace and now look at you! Your eyebags are so deep that it makes you look like a vulture ready to devour prey!" He blabbered in a single sentence while managing to count off his fingers as he talked and finished off with an exaggerated motion of arm flailing.

"Now that's pushing it." She frowned. "That's why I asked you to leave my room and let me sleep! Or else I might take up that offer of being a vulture look alike and start clawing off that loud mouth of yours." She smiled mirthlessly.

"Yes I'd be happy to leave now, Princess." Yuki answered abruptly and started his way to the door lest he wanted to taste the wrath of a very annoyed and very sleepy Mikan. He was about to close the door when he peered back and said "Have a nice beauty sleep Princess!"

He felt a death glare from across the room.

"Hai hai I'm leaving now." Accompanied with a click of the door knob. Mikan made her way back to the room when he heard a familiar voice shout from the hallway. "Good night Princess!"

Yuki felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't know you can send dagger stares through the wall. Well that's Mikan for you.

A/N:

So after months of waiting this is what I come up. Sorry if I disappointed you guys. Flame me all you want. I know it was my fault. Really sorry guys…

Yes, yes. I tried this new writing style so please tell me if this one is any better (or any worse) than the previous ones.

The story's probably going for more chapters, but it's actually shorter compared to other stories. I don't write long chapters, as you can see.

btw. just a little trivia. There actually exists a person by the name of Yuki Kaijura, almost a lot like Yuki Kaijun eh? He's the music producer of Tsubasa Chronicles and many other anime. What coincidence huh?

A/N 2: hey guys! It's been literally years since I updated, so I'll start of with bettering the parts I think don't work much. Thank you to my loyal readers who continue to read my stories and persuade (slash nag) me on pm's to continue my story. You guys are the best. It's really heartwarming that something like this is being appreciated as you guys do. I love you all! I will now be working hard to continue this story so please watch over me. I'll be in your care again.