All the reviews from last chapter made me feel like updating ASAP (as soon as I woke up, actually)

I'm glad you all liked it. Judging from the feedback, you'll probably like this one too...

Having said that, please enjoy :)

CHAPTER 13: I LOVE YOU, DON'T FORGET

"Hey, Polka," Natsume asked casually, "where were you last Thursday afternoon?"

"Oh, that," I replied. "I was at a tutoring session in the library."

"The library! That's why I couldn't find you, that's the last place I'd think to look for you."

My sweat dropped. It was true.

"Tutoring program, eh? Making any progress?" he asked slyly. This ticked me off a little bit.

"For your information I'm already up to Middle School mathematics," I announced with pride.

Natsume seemed surprised – I couldn't blame him. "Who's tutoring you? Imai? Whoever it is, they're something else." I ignored the implied insult.

"Souma Kiseki," I chirped in reply. I had been doing so well under his education.

Natsume stopped in his tracks, face tense. I almost walked past him. I turned around in time to see his stoic expression wear off. "Natsume, is something wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"It's nothing," he said coolly. If he hadn't just done something so ridiculously out of character, I would have been convinced. I decided to drop it and change the subject.

"Were you looking for me?"

"Not really, I just find it troublesome when I don't know where you are," he answered. "The things you get up to..." He smirked. I opened my mouth to retort but nothing would come out. What he had just said was the plain truth.

After walking another few metres he stopped me. "Mikan," he said. The fact that he said my name, and not Polka was one thing, but the way he said it was another. It was heavy with emotion and passion. I froze.

He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was brief, not giving me a chance to return it. He edged away from my face and whispered in my ear, "I love you, don't forget."

The time it took for me to process those words felt like a millennium. And I was left, standing there in complete and utter shock and confusion. He walked away, ever so casually, and saluted goodbye as he did so.

The time I stood, immobilised may have been a few minutes, but to me, generations could have passed. The words rang in my head: I love you, don't forget.

~*~ The following text is in third person (keep that in mind for the future, italics means third person~*~

Natsume tried his best to keep his composure. Despite all the effort, he couldn't help but speed walk to the football field. Who was he kidding, he was fuming – even though, he really had no reason to be... yet. An urge to burn everything in his path, engulfed him. Right now, he could have burnt down a building and still wouldn't have been satisfied. He restrained himself.

As he walked through the hedges he found himself on a wide expanse of well-kept grass: the grounds' football field. He searched around, turning his head violently as he spotted his target. A group of boys playing a friendly match of soccer on one half of the field. He scanned the players and locked his gaze upon one particular, brown-haired boy.

He stormed towards the ongoing game, a dangerous aura escaping him. Perhaps it was this, that caused the soccer players to stop mid-game. Natsume however, ignored every other player, his eyes set on the one towards the corner of the field, the ball under his foot.

"Souma," Natsume spat fiercely. The brown haired boy looked fearfully at the vicious puma before him. Souma Kiseki was confused. The guy that stood fuming before him was one that he never had any intention to mess with. Hyuuga Natsume shared the same Alice as him but had always surpassed him in everything. He was in Dangerous Ability, for his Limitless fire Alice. Ever since elementary, he had fan clubs admiring his attitude. Even the 3 star badges he prized were inferior to Natsume's special star badge. Even though the black-haired boy never felt any need to try in his school work, Kiseki knew Natsume's intellect surpassed his own. Kiseki may have tried and excelled in his sports, but the Academy was home to many latent types that could outshine his skills any day.

Frankly, Kiseki had never even tried to upset Natsume once. Sure he didn't like him that much but he had accepted his position above him, so what on earth had brought this irate person to him?

"Natsume-?" Kiseki asked, confused and a little scared.

Natsume growled the words slowly, "Don't you dare touch my girlfriend."

That statement, or rather, warning only threw Kiseki into further confusion. He asked rather hesistantly, "You... have a girlfriend?"

Natsume was pissed that Souma didn't know. So she hadn't told him. "Your precious little star student happens to be my girlfriend."

"Oh." Suddenly, Kiseki understood. He had no idea that Mikan and Natsume, of all people, were in a relationship. It didn't seem right, the two characters were complete opposites. He absorbed the nature of Natsume's warning. He was slightly crestfallen to hear the news. He had really taken a liking to Mikan. She was cute and funny and kind. He couldn't help but develop a crush on her.

Resentment bubbled inside of Kiseki. Mikan was jewel, a jewel that had once again fallen into Natsume's lap. Why must everything Natsume had be better than everything Kiseki had? He had the stronger Alice, the higher star rating, the better brains, the adoring fans... and now Mikan. He was a cold and anti-social guy, he didn't try, he didn't deserve it all. For once, Kiseki felt resilient. He hadn't minded the inferiority before but now, he minded. He minded a lot.

The frightened face on the brown-haired boy melted away into determination. "I'm sick of it, Natsume!" Kiseki cried. "You've always had the better bargain. I'm sorry but I don't think I can do that."

Natsume was mildly surprised. He hadn't been expecting that.

"I will make her fall for me," Kiseki said in a low voice, almost as threateningly as Natsume's warning. With that, Kiseki kicked the ball straight through the goals. He ran around to continue the game. The other players followed suit.

The conversation was over and Natsume was stranded in the middle of a soccer match. He wanted to punch something. He walked away, calmly. A challenge. Perhaps it was necessary and most appropriate. He couldn't have something so wonderful without working for it.

"AAH!"

"Oh my gosh, Ronan! The ball it's on fire!"

"My foot! It's burnt!"

"Damn you, Natsume!"

The last to speak was Kiseki. At that sound, a smile twitched on Natsume's face. I accept your challenge, Souma, he thought, I accept.

And the plot thickens... (is it just me, or is Natsume not angry enough?)

Oh and for the people who wanted a fight scene, wait it out, you'll get a very good demo of Kiseki's Alices later.

Well review please! Friendly reminders might just inspire me to update twice today .