Thank you so much for all the reviews! Please enjoy this chapter! You'll find out, just who Natsume's wife. And maybe even some steamy kisses! ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice!

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Today was the day. Well, Saturday to be exact. And I was going to my teachers home, for a tutoring session in math. Great. Wonderful.

"You have to what?" Mom demanded, during that morning, after I casually slipped in after asking for dad to pass the butter.

"Have a tutoring session with Natsume-sensei. Seriously dad, pass the butter." Dad just stared at me, mouth a gape.

"Mikan! I thought your grades were fine in math! I never had to sign tests, or get calls from your teacher! What is going on?"

Dad and I eyed the floor, guiltily. I bit my lower lip, and picked at the piece of toast in my hands.

"Yuka, it's my fault. Don't blame Mikan. I took all the calls and signed the tests." Dad admitted. See? This was why he was my hero. Although, sometimes, you'd think mom was older then my dad. Pfft. As if.

"Mikan," her tone was dangerous, "Is this true?" Hm, that's and interesting speck on the tile. It sort of looks like. . . Natsume-sensei's hair.

My face exploded in a dark blush, "Irk."

"What?" My head snapped up, facing my mother with full on blush.

"N—nothing! Yes, it's true. So please! Let me go to bump up my grade!" I said, and was surprised by the eagerness in my voice. Was it actually because I got to boost my grade? Or. . . Because I got to spend the day with Natsume-sensei?

Mom hesitated, "Well. . . I—I suppose so. Be back before dinner."

I smiled, and finished my breakfast in one bite, and dashed upstairs. I slammed the door behind me, tripping over my own feet, in an attempt to get dressed into something suitable. First, I changed into a matching red and orange polka dot panty and bra set. Pawing through my closet, I came across dark blue boot cut jeans, yellow wedges, and a ruffled floral tank top in deep reds, golds and soft oranges.

"Perfect!" I yanked the outfit on, and pulled a brush through the snarled mess of tresses that made up my hair. Letting it fall naturally, I collected my books and shoved them into a white back pack.

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At one, I got Tsubasa to drive me to Natsume-sensei's house. At one twenty-five, we still weren't there, and my palms started to sweat. He was going to be so pissed!

One thirty-five rolled around, and we were finally there. With a half thank you yelled at Tsubasa, I launched myself out of the car, barley letting him speak.

"I'll pick you up at five-thirty!" He yelled after me, and drove away.

I rang the door bell, panting. Instantly, the door opened, to reveal the fake red head from the other day.

She smiled lightly at me, "You must be Yukihira Mikan! Natsume-kun said you were coming today! Hi, I'm Hyuuga Luna, Natsume-kun's wife. Please, come in!" My blood boiled at the thought of Natsume-sensei having a wife, but I didn't let it bother me. Much. Something was so very wrong with this women. Besides the overdose in perfume that smelt like rotting apples. Everything about her was so fake.

I slipped on the yellow slippers she offered me, and she led me to the kitchen, chirping about a vase or something.

At the arch, I said, "Thank you, Hyuuga-san."

She shook her head, "Please, call me Luna!"

I plastered on a smile, "Right, of course. Thank you Luna-san."

"Luna, please stop bothering my student. She came here to learn. Not listen to you blabber on about the foyer." Natsume-sensei snapped, and then glared at me, "You. You were suppose to be here six minutes ago." Damn. I knew I wouldn't get away with it.

"I'm sorry Natsume-sensei." I apologized, staring at the marble counter tops. Finally, my eyes found their way to Natsume-sensei. He was wearing a tight fitting black tea-shirt, and black jeans. Instead of yellow slippers, he wore black ones. His hair was messy, and the sexy glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. God, he was hot. Wait! Stop thinking about your teacher like that!

"Alright! Well, I have shopping to do! Be back around four! Goodbye Natsume-kun, Mikan-chan!" Luna-san kissed Natsume-sensei's cheek, and waltzed out of the house. Damn her.

"Sit." I sat across from Natsume-sensei, and the lesson began.

Twenty minutes in, the threw my pencil down, completely frustrated. "I can't do this! It's too hard!" the question I had to answer was, an airplane flies against the wind from A to B in 8 hours. The same airplane returns from B to A, in the same direction as the wind, in 7 hours. Find the ratio of the speed of the airplane (in still air) to the speed of the wind.

Natsume-sensei rolled his eyes, and got out of his seat. He stood behind me, one hand on the back of the chair, and the other pointing at a number. His breath tickled my ear. Wasn't this sexual harassment? A dark crimson danced across my cheeks.

"First let x = the speed of airplane in still air, y = the speed of wind and D is the distance between A and B. Then find the ratio x / y. Okay?" I nodded, and Natsume-sensei wrote down what he said. It still looked way too confusing. And it didn't help that Natsume-sensei was right behind me. Trying to think was too hard right now!

"I still don't get it!" Well, maybe it was making a little more sense. But, he was just so close!

I heard him sigh, "Well, against the wind: D = 8(x - y), and with the wind: D = 7(x + y). Right?" Copying down the words he said, his hand on the back of the chair moved the center of my back. I tensed lightly, but then relaxed into the warmth of his palm.

"So, the answer is 8x - 8y = 7x + 7y, hence x / y = 15. See, it's not so hard." I nodded, slowly understanding the math problem.

"I see! Thank you so much Natsume-sensei!" Before I realized what I did, I turned around, and hugged him. Hesitantly, he hugged me back. My face. I didn't think it could get any warmer. He buried his face into the space between my neck and shoulder. My heart pounded loudly, hammering against my rib cage. It felt good, but it also hurt. What was going on?

Natsume-sensei let me go, and gave me four more problems. I flew through them easily, but that didn't stop my beating heart, or the flush to my face.

Three o'clock came, and I surprisingly had learned something. I stood up.

"Um. . . Natsume-sensei, I have to use the bathroom. Can you tell me where it is?" I asked, nervous.

Natsume-sensei raised a black brow, "I can show you more than the bathroom."

My mouth fell open, and a darker blush scattered across my cheeks, "W—what?"

He chuckled lightly, "C'mon." He stood up, and waved for me to follow. I trailed Natsume-sensei, completely flustered.

I locked the door behind me, and immediately went to the sink. Turning the cold water on, I splashed my face with freezing water. I calmed down, but I still couldn't stop thinking about the kiss or the hug.

When I came out, Natsume-sensei cornered me. Once again, I found myself pinned to the wall, with Natsume-sensei's leg in between mine, and his one hand in my hair, the other lacing our fingers together.

His lips latched onto mine, and the heat returned to my face. I kissed back, not completely in control of my lips. My free hand clenched the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.

He forced open my mouth, and there began another tongue dominance contest, where of course Natsume-sensei won. He pulled back briefly, and pressed our noses together.

"God, I can't stop thinking about you." Another heart pounding kiss, "You're so beautiful, Mikan." I'm sure my heart just soared to the heavens. He called me Mikan! I couldn't have been happier!

Then he was kissing me again, and there was no space between our bodies together.

Natsume-sensei pulled his hand out of my hair, and pressed it against my neck. The cold metal jerked me out of the moment, heart plummeting into the depths of my stomach.

I shoved him away, and he gave me a half-lidded surprised look.

"You're married!" I screamed at him, covering my mouth with my hand.

Natsume-sensei's eyes hardened, "Like that matters to me. My wife," He spat, "Is a dirty, cheating whore."

"Then why are you with her?" I questioned, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

"You won't understand." Natsume-sensei sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Of course I wouldn't. It's because I'm just a child, isn't it, Natsume-sensei?" Hurt was clear in my voice. Damn him! Why did he do this to me? My heart was breaking.

He didn't do or say anything. Just looked at me.

"I'm leaving!" I choked out, and ran away, grabbing whatever of my readily available supplies was there, stuffing it into my back pack. I kicked off the slippers at the door, and yanked on the wedges, leaving the door open behind me.

And I sprinted. Away from Natsume-sensei. Away from the pain he was causing my heart. Away from it all.

My left wedge got caught in a hole in the side walk, and I buckled and my ankle broke. A new pain erupted. It was a less ache then the one in my heart. My heart throbbed, crying to itself.

Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I wept along with my heart, yearning for the pain leave my broken sprit. But I still longed for Natsume-sensei. Because I cared for him.

. . . Wow. That was, angsty? No, Mikan does NOT love Natsume yet. But she does feel something strong for him. Yes, yes, Luna is Natsume's wife. Don't hate me. She was the only one I could think of when I wrote the plot jot for this story, and I don't like changing plot jots. So, yes, review!

~Emerald~

P.S- the sexual harassment thing made me feel like shaking my head. If that was considered sexual harassment to Mikan, then what did kissing her in a classroom equal too? Rape?