Disclaimer: I don't own GA, and the characters.

I was never really sure when did I started falling for him, I mean, a guy like him is impossible not to notice, much less to fall for. Given that a lot of girls had fallen for him at first sight, sometimes I do think I'm no difference. One thing is for certain though, I was half way in the middle before I knew that I was in his love boat, and I will never regret being in love with the most annoying guy I ever met in my entire existence.

When I was in the 6th grade

I was flunking my math class, no big deal there. Besides, my grades wasn't really failing, it's just simply a little below average. Or at least, that is what I tell myself.

What I meant was that, it was just highlighted since I have the class genius as my class partner and that we are used to be compared together, and I tell you, when they start to compare, not even the summation of all of my grades could match a subject grade of his. What is worse is that here I am again, stuck with him beneath the Sakura tree while waiting for Grandpa to pick me up, and dreadfully trying to convince myself of why I needed to take my teachers advice and exert effort so that I could have a better 'social' relationship with him. It was not like they offered me higher grades for it or something.

"Oh come on Natsume! It is only in math class you could see and read ridiculous statements like: I have 15 chocolate bars, I ate 10 what do I get?" but I didn't get a response so I take that as a cue and continue babbling out my insane thoughts "well I wanted to shout; 'diabetes maybe?' in front if Jinno sensei this morning, I mean, Really? Can't he be more realistic? Don't even get me started on how 27 pics can fit in truck."

He didn't even take a glance at me as he says "Idiot. Get some brain." As he turned to the next page of the manga book he was reading.

'The nerve of this guy, he was getting too used in calling me stupid and weird names like 'polka dots' and 'little girl', not to mention that he keeps reminding me of how dumb I am. Not that I need such validation from him to my acts, but what can I say, a girl would want approval from those she considers as friends, not that he considered me one of his.

I was supposed to tell him, I repeat, supposed but I just could not bring myself to do so that, 'I hate you! You suck, and get the hell out of my face!' but that would have been be very rude of me and since I could never be impolite to anyone because my grandpa says so, no matter how insolent he may be.

So instead, I shouted; "you know what, I quit! wait for Ruka on your own, and I'd wait for Grandpa in front of the gate." I screamed towards him with anger lacing over my words, but he just looked at me like I am a constipated fly and said,

"Do I look like I care? Who told you I need company anyway?" And with that I was furious, hell I was mad! How dare he? I am the only insane person in this school who is crazy enough to volunteer and be with a total sociopath like him and what do I get? Stress and frustration! With that, I stomped off towards the old building and headed my way towards the school waiting area, but what pissed me more is that when I took a slight peek to see if he regretted the words that slipped out of his lips, is that I saw him smirking towards my direction.

When I was in the 9th grade

I always dreamed of becoming a great pianist. Isn't it every little girls dream? But as soon as a sloppy finger of mine pressed on a white key of the piano in Koko's house one time we have group study in there, I knew I would never be good at playing scores, more over be an expert with it. Annoyingly, very unlikely of this guy quietly seating beside me. He has a lot of guts to sit and play the piano while relaxing all the way even when we are having our dreadful afternoon detention after he subsequently pulled out a successful prank with our assistant principal's staff, drawing me in trouble with him. On my defense, I wasn't trying to be mean and wholly spill the water in accord with Natsume's plan of which according to Kitsune, is a very 'wonderful plan'. It is just that, I did not now that the principal staff is standing behind Natsume as he was asking me to 'just spill the water in this slogan card to erase the dirt'. So I did, little did I know I am to be in deep trouble. Good thing, Narumi sensie saw everything, he knew who us both was exactly behind such act but he still send the two of us to detention. I'd die of hoping Grandpa would never know about this very misfortunate event, it is just more than humiliating on my part.

My thoughts came back to Natsume. He's good with music, sports, academics and philosophy, where doesn't he excel anyway? Even the sound he produces is twinkling though it is played leisurely and nonchalantly as he stares in blank space. It was as if he doesn't care, but the music is still there. He looks,- I do not have a word to describe but I have the feeling I would always remember this look he has. It is just a sight to remember.

"Do you have a piano at home?" I asked him out loud, actually a little too loud for our fairly close distance. But even with my high pitch voice beside him, he just gave me a side look that said in a very low voice "where do you think I'd practice if I didn't have a piano at home?" giving off his patented smirk.

That blew me off out of proportion again. I'll admit, sometimes I really feel so desperate just to have a simple conversation with him. Not to mention it comes with an occasional effort to understand his unpredictable mood swings, because you know, I can tell you head on that it feels a lot much more awkward when we are both too silent and end up staring rather glaring at each other with some easy banter. Besides that's the only way I can at least try to understand him not that I really could.

"Just a question, Natsume." I made a sweet smile and look at him straight in the eyes. "How do you remember which of this keys are you supposed to play. Sample, how do you know which one is a do, re or mi? And which is the one they call middle C?" I grin bigger, hoping at least he would answer, though I knew an insult would just probably come up and be shot against me. I'm used to it now, but it would never stop me. Again, here I am trying to be really extra nice, extra polite, and extra courteous and extra… whatever could be civil enough with his unspoken rudeness. At least, amongst every one, I get to be the closest on his side, or that is what I keep telling myself.

"I use my brain, now why don't you use yours." He said as he turned on the keys into a new familiar melody, a melody I used to hear him whistling whenever we are sitting beside the sakura tree, it was faster that the first one he was playing but it came more expressive. I do not know why, but I like this song a lot, its familiarity is soothing and calming at the same time. Not knowing that later in my life, I would know that this song is his melody for us.

But then all I can say is "Yeah... right." sarcastically and whispered "now with the brainy thing again?" I didn't care if he heard it, I meant to let him hear what I said any way. Just so he know, I had enough of this brainy issue with him for the past 3 year I was hanging out in his company and friends. Sadly, instead of being irritated, I started feeling okay with it; slowly, I leanred that this is what getting used to is like. After all those time I spend with him, or rather forced myself to spend with him, I learned he wasn't really that rude, it's just what he is, a form of our own inside joke.

As if he remembered something very interesting, he slightly sided his head towards my direction and told me "Your Paps" the way he calls my gandpa "called last night" and he continued playing the same song, or should I say piece?

I was dying to keep my cool but I knew I was totally losing it, if Grandpa knew about our little scene yesterday, he'd totally ground me for the next few years of my existence, or worse, forever. Okay that is just an exaggeration, I know he loves me to death. But still, it is already embarrassing enough that I was sent to detention, my Grandpa knowing is a totally new level of humiliation.

"What did he said?" I blurted out of surprise.

"You were lucky, it's a house staff who picked the call up and not mom. I got to bail you out." He said as if he was just brushing of a side topic in a bumming conversation, doesn't he know, my glorious weekday curfews and happy girly weeknight hangs dangerously on what he said, if grandpa would have known about this, I would never be able to hang out in Hotaru's room tomorrow eve. But this Natsume, he knows his way, and he does it maturely,- at least on important matters which should not be taken lightly.

"Really? Thanks!" I said in overwhelming enjoyment, at least, for a single time, being 'buddies' with him helped me out, not that I forgot he was the main reason I was in this huge mess in the place to begin with, nonetheless for his moment, I get to keep it cool at home. But my sweet smile paled out instantly when I recognized the new look he is giving me. Devilishly charming, as Sumire has always put it.

"Of course, it's not for free." And I knew I was dead. Life really is so unfair.

At 16, When we attended the culinary class his mom made us go to.

His mom has this friend who had just opened a new culinary class of which she wanted to support by here presence, but unfortunately, the time of the given slot a much more important meeting to attend to came up. So instead she set me and Natsume to go in her place instead. According to her it is a way to 'enjoy the knowledge of learning pastries and sweets together'. I do not get why, but she always seemed to be so fond of me. The word 'together', gave me a hint she wanted her son to be more sociable, like she sees me as the way through it.

I made a list of theories of why Natsume's mom lets me hangout with him, first is that it's because even before Natsume and I used to attend my disastrous drawing classes together every Saturday morning, she think I could be a great help in entertaining her so moody and uncooperative son, simply put, as an entertainment in his monotonous life. Second, is that she was very fond of me since she never had a little girl, and what she only has is an unresponsive spoiled brat and that she grew tired of him and wanted me instead, ha! Fancy that!. And lastly, I think it may have been both.

Ever since I was 7 years old and we moved in our place, I walked to and from school every mornings and afternoons and every time I walked pass their house, it seemed like nobody is inside. Natsume's parents were usually too busy to stay at their house with him. But to be fair, I think he himself is busy with mangas that he didn't even take notice of their absence, or maybe, he was just so good of pretending not to notice their absence. He has always been matured enough. His parents are very supportive though, they never failed to encourage him and inspire him, and on award days, recitals, and such, they are there, not always but mostly there. They are one of what Natsume has that I had always envied him for, not his wealth, popularity and enormous brain but his parents, he has 2 when I don't even have one.

I was cut from my thought and was brought back to reality, I realized he has saying something to me.

"You added three cups of water?" It wasn't really a question, it's rather a statement of disbelief, a statement of annoyance, wrapped with a little bit of frustration. It made me feel as if he was laughing at me like a maniac in the back of his mind. But I can't do anything about it since I totally screwed it up. He shook his head and continued;

"The instruction clearly says you should add 3/4 cups of water" his eyebrow twitched a little as he drew a scowl on his face. As if rereading the instruction in front of me could do something about my little problem.

"Sorry…. I honestly thought it meant 3 or 4 cups of water. I totally forgot about fractions." His scowl even became more outlined as he answered back.

"You really need a brain little girl." He murmured but I knew he intends me to hear it. He then bent down towards the oven and opened it to test the cake bread he had prepared with a toothpick and closed it again. Really? How can a guy like him know how to bake? Is it not against the rule of the world? A little bit more and I would wonder if he a wizard or something, Merlin he's totally abnormal, too much abnormal.

"But what do I do? I ruined everything, and had wasted 2 and a half of hours already. Auntie wouldn't be too happy to hear me finish nothing, it's a shame, Natsume…" I give him my pleading look and continued "what do I do?" I asked him in exhaustion; it would be an embarrassment if I wouldn't be able to take home a baked cake after a baking session. I can feel tears slowly forming in the sides of my eyes. I'm so dead and I'd die of humiliation, not that I didn't have enough of that whenever I am with him.

"I made a spare" he said, it lit a wide grin in my face when he said that, even though he wouldn't tell me he did it for me. I'm glad, cause I know that even if it is buried beneath the ground, the fact that he made a spare which is totally unlikely of him, would somewhat be connected with me, it made me happy. Why? Because it is not every day that you'd make the great Natsume Hyuuga bake a cake bread for you.

What he made is a pair of two medium sized chocolate cake bread, one for him and I guess, one for me. He left mine for me to design. It is a mess in my place so instead of starting right away, I spent my time watching him cut his bread in to half horizontally in equal pace and stare on how he spread a thick layer of the chocolate and vanilla icing which he prepared earlier. He leveled it on what I believe is the first layer of his cake and sprinkled cherries on it. I guessing it has to be a black forest cake. He's so great, not just in cooking, drawing and taking pictures, he is great by simply being himself, he never pretends, he is unique, one in the whole world. He successfully cut my thought about him when he placed the other half of the bread on top of the sprinkled crushed cherries, scoop another spoon of icing but instead of spreading it on the cake bread, he wiped it straight to my face and said;

"Falling for me now little girl? I bet Shadow guy would be really pissed about it." and he did the one thing I least expected him to do. He smiled. Not a huge big smile but enough to make my heart flip. Maybe I didn't simply envied him, maybe he is right, and with that thought, I didn't disagree no more, I simply smiled back. In that moment, everything felt simply perfect.

When he finally came back from Oxford.

Their house, which in my opinion is really big for a family of three, is decorated with red and black. Even the curtains and the carpets were changed, though the chairs and the tables remained white. A lot of people seemed to be inside, the pavements along the road close to the gate was filled with cars and the likes. I did not know it was a formal event.

I was in a hurry almost tripped, I never really did receive the invitation ahead. I never even knew of it not until this morning since grandpa failed tell me about it on the phone. Given by the time, I am already 2 and a half hours late, not that I think anybody would take notice, I just hope he did.

"Where were you? We've been trying to call you for ages!" Hotaru asked as she tried to move towards me. There were a lot of people in the dining area, some queuing for food, some indistinctively chatting with each other and some passively listening to the playing quartet.

"I'm sorry, I failed to get the invitation earlier, where is he?" I asked her, I noted she had been wearing a beautiful violet dress and from the far distance I can see Ruka wearing a purple tie holding a glass of wine, he went close to where we stand.

"He had been gone since he formally welcomed the guests. I really don't have any idea where he went…" he made a pregnant pause before he added "and Mikan, don't be to cruel to him, he's still – "he cleared his throat and think for the right words to use then continued "Tired - you know, he's still adjusting with everything, especially the jet lag.. Literally". A frown came to my face, but it was quickly wiped out when Yoichi, Natsume's younger cousin passed by in front of me. He shares the same smirk in his face.

"Gone out for the wrong party nee-chan?" he folded the sleeve of his suit and added "I thought this is supposed to be a formal party-only. What can I say? You do love breaking the rules don't you? Wait till nii-chan sees you." he said as tugged my green t-shirt. He turned to leave but before he truly faced his back at me he said "by the way nee-chan, I hope you make someone really happy tonight." and with that he clearly disappeared out of my sight. I gave a silent sigh, I was never really good of reading between the lines.

I didn't really know if I was supposed to be humiliated of what he said but I decided that I don't really care. So what if the others are wearing their best gowns, dresses and suits for this party, as far as I know this is just a graduation party for Natsume, Natsume as my friend— or whatever we had before he left, and not as Natsume as the son of Mr. and Mrs. Hyuuga who now thrives with pride in their new business, or the Natsume who studied college abroad without even telling his girl-best friend, if there is such word or relationship like that?, that he would leave just after high school graduation for schooling. I really don't give a care of what I should have worn, but rather of what I should say to him for the long time we were not together. I guess for some reason, I expect I can practically come around his party wearing my cargo jeans and my shirt saying: SAVE THE EARTH, GO GREEN.

"Mikan!" Mrs. Hyuuga came close and gave me a tight hug. "We missed you, have Natsume seen you already?" I hide my uneasiness by saying "you have really pretty earing Mrs Hyuuga." And her eyes brighten "Natsume bought you a prettier pair when we had a trip in Paris, do not tell him I told you. I really shouldn't have said that to begin with." And we spend the next few minutes talking about her house decorations and food preparations. We were interrupted by the organizer when apparently a guessed knocked over a vase, I was left to look for Natsume.

I had a feeling he should be in his study room. He was always fond of it, it is the place where he usually read his stupid manga books or pretend to sleep. With some occasional tripping moments over, I finally reached the study room, and there he is. Standing beside the window sill like nothing in this world is going on for him, like people aren't gathered downstairs celebrating his homecoming shit. He looked my way at the sound of the door as I opened it. He does not look surprised but there is something in his eyes.

"For a second I thought you wouldn't come." He said as the slow gushing of the winds hit his face, he's grown taller, and his hair is cut shorter, highlighting his still ever glowing crimson eyes, still in his face is the same evil smirk, reminding me to never take it too easy from him. He is wearing a red tie and a black suit, which really make him mature, after all he had just simultaneously finished 2 major courses in college. For years I wished to see him personally, for years I waited for him to be as close to this.

He took a step towards me, and I hesitated taking a step closer to him. We met in the middle of the room, almost near his study table.

He placed his hand in my head and he slowly run his finger on my hair. "You're late, and not even in the right dress code, I'm betting the brain still isn't growing.". I brushed him off.

"How dare you." I said, straight into his ruby eyes. There was anger, annoyance and frustration running in my veins as I remembered how mad I was with him.

"Pardon me?", he said in disbelief, a twitch in his eyes and he pulled me in my arm slightly. Keeping contact immediately after I brushed his hands away.

"How dare you leave without telling me? And then now all of the sudden you'd spring back in here after 4 and a half years in Europe like nothing happened?" I have him a nudge in his shoulder and continued "Do you think I'm cool with you just sending me emails and birthday presents? You didn't even send me an earlier greeting about you coming home, do you know that I have to drive 200 miles just to be here tonight! How dare you!" I said crying, I was frustrated as hell, and I can't do anything about it, for no matter how bad our communication has been for the past few years, for no matter how ignorant and selfish he had been, it cannot defeat the fact that I still missed him so much. And I pitied myself for that.

"I'm sorry. Well at least I'm back, and now you are free to punch me in the face like you always wanted to do, as you said from your mails." I gave him a small smile.

He then suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and whispered lightly in my ears, "but before that, let me show you what you missed out" and with those words, I was immobilized as he bent down and kissed me on my lips, it wasn't the first time, but it felt so much better than the last, since maybe because we hadn't been together since I was 17, and I have been dreading to kiss him again ever since. I was lost in the kiss. But one thing is for certain, he made me remember that it wasn't really the kissing that is wonderful, though it was a big part of it, but it is the feeling that the two of us, oddly intimate with each other and that makes it special. I smiled him a weak smile as he pulled away

"let's get back on that later, since I can't do nothing about what you had already done, let's just say; welcome back home, Mr. Summa cum Laude." and with that we came down the party holding our hands together.

When we have separate lives.

"Really, what are we?" I asked him all of the sudden while he is taking a sip on the Starbucks coffee his secretary had bought him before we went to his flat. It had been a year and a half since he came back and he still wouldn't give clarity on where do we really stand for each other. Surely, we hangout a lot, went to malls together, people were saying we look good together and stuffs but it's nothing if he himself wouldn't acknowledge it. It his hard to admit but I kinda I felt cheated, like he's taking me for granted.

I never asked him this. Partly because it is a little humiliating to question what we have when I knew for a fact that there is no one else, that we were always together. Still, I wanted validation. I wanted a title.

"Human." He said, he gave me a cunning look as he suddenly placed down his coffee, walked and stood towards the window and moved the curtains close.

It did not bother me before. I used to think we are cool, I would go to his work when I don't have mine, talk while he is busy running over his office papers, sometimes I would wait for him with his secretary Anna until past 10 in his office, I used to cook food for him even though he'd tell me they are burnt, I used to do every single thing I could do to make him like me. And that's all I wanted him to tell me. Al little gratification, or acknowledgement maybe?

"no. what I mean, is… you know….. really….. what I'm saying is— uggh!" it was really awkward, I can't really comprehend what to tell him and yet he kept playing naïve, which is so unlikely of him, specially on the topic we are in. I was frustrated; I hold on the pillow and threw it straight to him, it hit his chest but it was not my primary target.

"And that is for?" he asked calmly, but he threw the pillow playfully back to me, only it hit me straight to the face. I adjusted my seating on the chair and took a strong grip on the chair's arm rest.

"I'm trying to be serious here." I said, I was feeling a bit pissed off towards him. I hate how he can act so cool when I'm in the middle of hell trying to tell him I wanted to be his girl.

A sharp pain drew in my haid, I was nauseas for a moment.

"what? Have a head ache again?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

I shook my head a little to let him know I am fine. It seemed like my simple headaches and nosebleeds that usually bugged me out are coming much more frequently.

He came close and placed his hands on my head, and then it wasn't my head aching anymore, but my heart. I hugged his waist. And practically cried over his shirt. For a moment, we didn't move, we just stayed in that position, him standing in front of me and I seating in the chair desperately hugging him. I'm pathetic, a pathetic lovesick fool. He did not move, he just stayed still as I cried.

"I'm tired of this. I'm so tired of liking you." I said in between of sobs. "you never call back any of my calls, you ditched me last night for our pizza night, you reject every effort I make, and you never acknowledge my presence and I have enough of this thing…" I pointed the space between us and continued "that I don't really know, that's going on between us. I want us to be more, I want to be your girl." And I pulled my hands ways of him, trying to give us space. I pushed him mildly and franticly tried to stand and dry my tears. I needed to get away from him before I even regret what I had just said.

He took hold of my wrist and muttered "but you always had been mine."

This is the one thing amongst the million I have in my list that I find very impressing about him; he can turn conversations to a new level of kissing in just a matter of seconds. He can spin my head right round with just a little effort, one moment I can be so mad at him, and moments later I am practically making out with him. One thing is certain though, that night was a very long night, sweet and lovely at the same time. And after years of longing to be his, I finally get to be called his lover.

A lesson I learned from the last 14 years I knew him is that I can never really be mad at him for a long time, not when he wakes me up with a kiss, not when he made me strawberry pancakes with a lot of syrup on top, which he knew I like in a breezy morning, not when he called his secretary to move his appointments just for me when I knew for a fact that those people involved have travelled half the world just to meet him that day, not when he decided he could ride the subway with me even though I knew how he hated the crowd, not when we walk with me around the mall with all the girls staring or rather ogling at him while his eyes were all just for me, not when he sat me beside him in a musical instrument store and play a lovely piece which according to him had always reminded him of me. It is the very same melody he plays back in middle school. I am so in love with Natsume Hyuuga.

Today, 6 weeks after Hotaru and Ruka's wedding

It is the most excruciating pain I have ever felt in my entire life, the previous nauseous and headaches I felt were nothing compared to it, it's like my brain is pulled out of my head, stabbed by ten different forks and a set of heated knives, burned out into open flame and stepped on by a dozen of feet all at the same time. And I feel numb towards my body, all I can feel is the killing sensation going on my brain, and I was screaming with pain.

"Nat—su—me!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. Ruka and Tsubasa senpai is beside me, trying to comfort me from the time they had found me screaming in pain inside our condominium unit. Apparently, I got to call Hotaru amidts this hell of headache I have. I thought I would have died.

"He's coming; he's now on a flight back home, just hold on a moment Mikan." Tsubasa senpai said as he held into my hands and pushed the bed I'm lying into towards the emergency room. He looks too much troubled, and I know he is feeling more and more uncomfortable with the situation, I can't blame him, it's very rare to have your good friend rolling in the ground clutching ever stand of hair she has in the head because of extreme pain.

Lights shot open in my face, the sound of curtain rods closing around me distracted my senses, but the feeling of burning pain is still in my head, and it feels like I'm drifting apart. Like my head is being torn apart. They started injecting stuffs I can no longer see, I just lay there, with the pain eating me alive.

I heard light conversations going around me, though I didn't really pay attention to it since a strong buzzing sound is still echoing in my brain. Simple conversations pass in my mind as people set to talk around me.

"is she awake?" it was Hotaru's voice, concern is subtle in her voice, and even if she said it in the most expressionless voice she has, for me as her best friend, I can still visibly hear the concern hidden in her voice.

"I brought her spare clothes from work to change with, is she okay?" it was Koko and with the heels going around the room, even with my painful head, I can clearly guess Sumire is with him, "is Natsume home now?" she asked as I hear wrappers opening beside me, it smells like oranges. But before I can comment on it, my mind drifted off to sleep.

I was floating between dreamland and reality, the pain is lesser now, but I feel so numb, it feels like my body is not on accord with my head, and the scary feeling inside me is slowly eating me up.

Again, I slowly drifted into sleep.

A little commotion worked up in my senses,

"She's inside, they have sedated her." Was that Ruka? He's still here?

And heavy but fast footsteps echoed towards me, I do not have to look to see it is him. I can hear his uneven breathing. Was he running here? He never runs towards anything.

"Mikan."

It is his voice, my name carving his concern, sadness, guilt, relief, anxiety, stress, and probably exhaustion as he uttered my name. I want to hug him, tell him how terrified I am, how painful it had been and how happy I am to hear his voice, how much I am dreading to touch his face since he'd been in a business trip, but my body won't move and I am as still as the figures he displayed on top of his piano at home, our home. I just want to be home with him.

I'm scared. And without him telling me, I know he is too. But I would never want to see him unhappy, not now, not ever. It has been 4 days since I was admitted in the hospital, the results were out, and they are putting it on our decision if I'd like to stay or not. It is silent, there is no sound coming from the other side of the walls. Just the two of us is in my hospital room in great need of humor to lessen the tension we are muddled in.

"Bite into the bright side Natsume, a brain tumor means I have a brain. With this, I actually think this is the right time you tell me 'well done Mikan, you had proven me you have a brain.'" I said trying my very best mimicking Natsume's voice, I stared at him while I am faking my smiles and analyzing him, I was not hoping he would buy it, I just wanted him to at least know I am coping with this. Knowing I have cancer, I can move on with, but this look he is having, I cannot.

Desperately, I continued, "Because right now, I'm pretty sure I have a brain. Though the doctor didn't tell us how big or small it is I'm hell sure there is brain in my head." I was half laughing when I told him that, but I know he can read right through me, I am his open book anyway.

He didn't laugh nor smiled; he just moved beside me on the bed and placed his head on my shoulder. His hair slightly tickling my neck as he snugged closer. And in this moment, there was heaven, right in the middle of hell. I started to cry. He is broken, and I'm the one breaking him apart. I do not realize I had started sobbing, once, twice? I did not count, I just wrap my arms around him in silence as tears falls down my face.

"I never prayed-" That I knew of since we were younger. He do not believe in a higher power. "only once, Mikan. Only when I was 8, the first day when I first saw you walk pass house through our window. I prayed I that would have you." I gave him a puzzled look though I knew exactly what he meant. He loved me since day one, and it's enough for me to know how much Natsume Hyuuga loves me.