A/N: OMG! So SO SOO Sorry I haven't updated in like forever fanfic time! Well, my poor excuse is that I've been really stressed. One Word. School. I'm a sophomore in high school so I've been over loaded with homework in all classes, test, unseasonal finals, my next choir concert is coming up really fast, I'm taking the CST[California standardized testing] and I have a speech coming up Tomorrow...but one a good note, I passed my High School Exit Exam! Okay, sorry for the long complaint/excuss, ON TO THE STORY!

"Akane..." He whispered slowly. He stepped back and released me. I couldn't see his face but the tone of his voice pierced my heart. "She...was the first and only girl I ever loved until that bastard killed her!" His voice filled his hate.

"Who? Who k-killed her?"

"Hyuuga...Natsume." My eyes widened at the sound of his name.

"That's...impossible..." I whispered staring straight ahead at nothing. "Natsume has been locked up in this school longer than I have! How could he have killed someone!" My Voice grew louder as I began to shout.

I wondered to myself about how true Aizawa's words could have been. I remembered what Hotaru and Inchou told me when I first transferred, they mentioned a rumor that spread through the school about before he came here, they told me that he was labeled a murderer.

As Aizawa's words run through my mind slowly other things began to fade away. I was no longer staring ahead at nothing but focusing in on Aizawa and I began to have trouble recalling the thoughts that bothered my so much just a few seconds ago. Then, slowly, Aizawa brought his face close enough to the side of my face that his breath brushed softly against my skin sending shivers down my back.

Then he spoke...

"Mikan..." Aizawa whispered into my ear, "...Please, please just let me be around you. Don't push me away, it hurts me when you rather be around that murderer more than me...me....someone who you can sincerely grow to love..." His voice was all I could hear, my mind went completely blank like he had consumed all my thoughts. My vision began to blur until everything went completely black...still, there was no escape, I could hear his voice piercing the darkness that surrounded me.

Then I was asleep, in someone's arms. Someone strong and warm. My mind was awake but I couldn't find the strength to move, I couldn't even bring myself to open my eyes. I let the gentle arms around me envelope into a deep dreamless sleep, a sleep without Aizawa's voice echoing in my head, a sleep without any thought to disturb me.

When I finally awoke I was in someone else's room. It was much larger and grander than mine or Hotaru's. The large room held a single king sized bed draped with elegant covers that seemed to sparkle in the pale moon light shinning from a window that covered most of the south wall. Opposite the bed was a large leather couch that held the outline of the owner of the room. Even though the moonlight was pale and weak I could still make out the figure silently sleeping. Messy hair as dark as the starless night that fell around us, broad shoulders that could easily carry someone like me, countless cuts and bruises covering his exposed arms and chest...

Slowly I worked my way over to my sleeping hero placing a hand over his check. He began to stir in his sleep and, as he lifted his own hand to cover mine, he mumbled my name. My real name, not just some stupid nickname. At first I thought he had woken but his actions were simply actions done unconsciously in his sleep. For the longest time I just sat there staring at his angelic face lit my the weak moonlight. I laid my head down on my elbows just inches away from his and began to pray that morning would never come, praying that this wasn't just some dream made up by my over active imagination...praying that I could just sit here, hand on his face, for a much longer time than I would be allowed.

For some odd, unexplainable reason water began to swell up in my eyes and, without warning, I broke down like a child crying after not getting her way...a selfish child. I couldn't stop my tears from falling from my eyes onto Natsume's hand still covering mine. I couldn't think of a reason for the tears, but it hurt...there was a small pain in my chest growing stronger and stronger until, finally, it devoured me. Pitch black night glazed over my eyes and I was unconscious...

When morning broke I was awoken by a violent shaking. Natsume grabbed onto my shoulders and began to shake me in order to wake me up. When I finally came to I couldn't resist the urge to violently swat his hands away. Anger flooded over me for no reason. Natsume had done nothing wrong, in fact he was the one to save me from Aizawa and yet I felt a strange kind of hatred towards him...all I could think about was Aizawa...

Aizawa...

"or I can take somebodies feelings of love."

His words echoed through my head as my eyes widened in realization. I Loved Natsume and now I feel nothing but anger for him...was this Aizawa's doing? What did he do to me when he spoke softly into my ear yesterday? What are his intentions? And why do they involve me?

Once again my eyes involuntarily filled with tears...my love for Natsume...all those feelings I held onto for so long were...GONE...

Well thats it...sorry its like the shortest chapter yet and mellow dramatic...but thats just the way it came out...I guess I'm in an angsty mood...

Hope you like it anyway...

Hope I can upload it...

My mum messed up my Internet so it doesn't work...sad...