Sunrise came all too fast. The little birds went out from their nests to look for food. The grasses are still moist from the morning dew. The flowers' blooms are appreciated all too well. The beauty of nature was lightened once again by the ever shining sun. But our heroine was forcefully awakened from her sleep.

Hotaru made Mikan's sleeping figure once again like a punching bag. Waking Mikan by using her new inventions that could obviously give Mikan a large bruise had been her daily ritual. We all could say that Mikan's day started with a bruise. And it can be considered a bad day.

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Tsubasa and Mikan had already agreed to meet up and go together to their specified room.

"Tsubasa-sempai!" Mikan shouted almost at the top of her lungs. She caught the high schooler's attention immediately. "Ohayo! Mikan." Tsubasa gave her a warm smile. He waved his hand beckoning her to come closer.

They walked together oblivious of their surroundings as they indulge themselves to a very delightful conversation. Unknown to them, a pair of red eyes watched them intently. Natsume's red eyes 'pierced' through Tsubasa like a knife but Tsubasa was oblivious to it. Natsume's grasp on the flimsy material tightened.

"Andou." he grunted

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The room occupied by the Special ability class was very busy that morning. All kinds of carpentry tools and materials could be seen around the room. Every single student had been assigned jobs to finish by the afternoon and not one can slack off. And they were grouped in pairs and given specific rooms for them to redesign. Their agenda is to recreate their S.A. building into a two storey church.

Each one draw coloured balls from the porcelain vase. The students who drew the same colour are pairs immediately. Unfortunately for Misaki, Tsubasa wasn't her partner. Fortunate for Mikan, or so she thought, her Tsubasa-sempai became her partner.

Misaki approached Mikan. "Now that you are partnered to Tsubasa, you can make him do the hard stuff." Misaki gave out a mirthful laugh. Tsubasa laid his hand in Mikan's shoulder. "Don't worry Mikan. I'll do my best for our booth to be successful." Then he gave her a warm smile.

'It's fantastic when you are loved and surrounded by understanding sempais'' Mikan thought teary-eyed. 'This day isn't really that bad after all'. Again...or so she thought.

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"That was some afternoon, eh, Tsubasa-sempai" Mikan addressed her sempai with a bright smile. Tsubasa gave a chuckle in return. They looked at the view infront of them. Their assigned room is almost finished and just a few more touches and it will be perfect for their plans.

"Here Mikan." Tsubasa passed her a can of soda. "Arigatou, Sempai." She smiled sweetly. Working with an adult is so much fun than working with Hotaru. No bruises to bandage. Tsubasa had guided her every step of the way. He was a real gentleman and he didn't even shout at her because of her mistakes.

Tsubasa looked down at Mikan. "You should go and rest Mikan. It's already the end of the day. We could finish it tomorrow."He suggested.

"Hai." She nodded in agreement.

Mikan headed to their dormitory. It was almost dusk and the surrounding is darkening. They didn't even notice the time when they were so engrossed with their work.

She reached the entrance to the building. She made her way on the dark stairway, pondering on what she will eat for supper. Mikan stumbled on the last step of the stairs. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for her great fall. Yet, none came.

Something was wrapped around her preventing her fall. Squinting her eyes, she tried to adapt to the darkness. She struggled to get free but to no avail. The object was too strong. When she tried to voice out her protest her mouth was immediately shut with something that covered it.

She was pushed against the nearest wall. Mikan began to panic when she sensed something's wrong. She tried so hard to wriggle free but it was a futile effort.

'Kami-sama, I hope it's not one of those brute stuff toys. Or better yet, not one of Yuichi's ghosts.' Mikan prayed so hard that it wasn't a ghost. She was then sandwiched between the object and the wall.

Hot breath caressing her neck. She then realized it maybe one of the students. Its actions were too brusque to be a girl's. 'It's definitely a boy.' Still, most of the students in the school are strangers to her. But why does she feel so secure. Mikan felt its head move to her neck and its nose touched her skin, smelling her. She felt the gentle lips against her neck, immobile, and the boy snuggles closer, as if warming her entire body. Mikan couldn't help but blush at his actions. The lips left her neck and moved to her ears. And along came the oh-so-familiar voice.

"I don't want you near that Andou." He stated, or rather demanded, against her ear. After that, his hold of her tightened. Outside the window, the mass of clouds moved and the moon emerged. Moonlight came streaming through the window, lighting the stairway.

Mikan red face grew even redder. Her eyes widened in total recognition. There, infront of her is Natsume's smirking face. Those gentle gestures came from the 'pervert' himself.

Her trance was broken when an object was put infront of her. Mikan's cheeks flushed even more when she recognized what it was. She gulped then broke free from Natsume's grasp and lunged after the material. But to no avail. 'It can't be' she moaned in distress. She jerked back and glared at Natsume.

"H-how?" She started "what is all this about?" Their sweet moment was obviously gone.

"Avoid Andou and if you won't... Then I have no choice but to show this to everyone." He grinned evilly. "Why are you doing this?" she absolutely wanted answers for the black cat's uncharacteristic action. But Natsume didn't even waste saliva for explanation.

Mikan sighed in defeat. "Alright."

Natsume stiffened in his position. Did he hear it right? "What?" he breathed out. Unable to comprehend what he just heard.

"I-said-alright." Mikan repeated. If she wasn't in this tight spot she may have giggled at his stiff expression. This is so unbecoming of Natsume. When Natsume's still perplexed in his position she just had to break the pregnant pause between them.

"If you changed your mind about blackmailing me, the better." Mikan tried her luck. Of course, does she really have any luck at all? None.

Natsume's face broke into a smirk of triumph. 'That was so easy' he thought. 'You really are my best friend.' And the object is his best friend. "Don't forget what I said." He waved the flimsy material in the air and with one last look at her stricken face he retreated in the dark.

'Why did it have to be the shark printed panty?' she thought gravely. There and then her bad day turned worse.

A/N: It's really hard to make up stories. Please review...