I cannot believe how many reviews I got for one chapter! Thank you so much! Here's chapter five! Enjoy! This is a different chapter though. It's still NatsumexMikan centric, but now we get an inside look on the 28 year old sexy Hyuuga Natsume! Today is my birthday! Hurray!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice

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Five minutes. It'd been five minutes since Mikan stormed out; I was still frozen in place. Had I really meant to say those things to her? She was practically an adult. No, she needed to hear that. She honestly wouldn't understand even if I told her. And oh god did I want to tell her.

Finally, I was able to move my feet again, and I took off after her. I needed to apologize. Well, not directly anyway. I do not apologize directly to anyone. Ever.

I slammed the door behind me, and took a slower pace than the one she dashed out in. I trailed down the path, scowling at the thought of my useless wife, but still felt slightly happy from the kisses with Mikan.

A cry of pain and angst shook me out of my trance. Mikan was curled into a ball, sobbing, her ankle twisted in the most gruesome way, and she shoe caught in a pot hole.

"Mikan!" I cried, rushing to her side. I fell to my knees next to her. She sniveled and I could tell she didn't know it was me.

I whipped out my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

Within twenty minutes, an ambulance arrived, and the placed Mikan on a stretcher.

I heard a paramedic say to another, "A broken leg and a sprained ankle. She might even have some head trauma." I stiffened. It was my fault this was happening to Mikan.

I got into the ambulance with her, and stayed silent, praying for her well being. At the hospital I would have to call her parents. The thought made me wince.

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One second. . . Two. . . Three. . . God this was taking forever! I'd been here nearly half an hour, and her parents weren't here. And she was still un-conscious. I re-crossed my arms, and tapped my foot against the tiled floor. I glared at a poster of a leg, with the white walls glaring back. The tiny beeps from the machine meant she was still alive, and I intended to keep it that way. Then I heard a faint moan.

I turned my head sharply. Mikan was blinking slowly, trying to process where she was. I held my breath, waiting. Gradually, she propped up on her elbows, and frowned when she removed the blank to reveal the cast. I ran my tongue over my lips. She still had yet to notice me.

At last, she cast her confused hazel eyes on me. Hurt and betrayal flashed through her eyes, than they hardened. It was so fast I had to think if it was real or not. It was very real.

"Natsume-sensei, what are you doing here?" She spat, than asked again more innocently but still harsh, "What am I doing here?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered the beautiful girl, "I brought you to the hospital. You broke your leg and sprained your ankle. Your family should be here soon." I sounded so bored and dejected. I hoped she didn't catch it.

But she did. Mikan nodded, and jerked her chin out in a rude fashion, "Is that so? A broken leg and sprained ankle? My leg isn't the only thing broken, Natsume-sensei."

My eyes widened a fraction, "I beg your pardon?"

Mikan's eyes rolled, "You know exactly what I mean, sensei. Pray tell, could it not be from the fact you used me? What about your wife? Oh wait. She a lying cheating whore, right? You bastard. Then you have the nerve to say I don't understand? Who do you think you are? I car—I can't believe you! You broke my damn heart! I never want to see you again! Leave!" Mikan's voice was getting higher and higher with every word.

I nodded sadly, and left the room, barely acknowledging her family zoom in.

That sensei thing really hurt. But, I did deserve it. She's right about Luna. She's just using me for, well, sex I guess. But she is sleeping with ESP. Why did I say that? Mikan understood me better than anyone else did, ever. I did break her heart. I killed that poor girl inside, and I still care about her. I wanted to protect her from the darkness that I grew up in. I wanted her to be pure. And I only destroyed what wasn't there.

Maybe I should just give up. I wasn't fit for loving anyone. Hell, I didn't even love my damn wife when I married her. But Mikan. . . She made me feel, well, normal. Like I haven't been consumed by darkness. And maybe she was right. She's right.

Yet, still, I can't lose her. She means too much to me for me to lose her. If only she was three years older. If only.

But she isn't. She's just Mikan. Mikan, the girl who on my first day of lessons, infuriated me to no end with her gorgeous legs, feisty attitude and striking features. I wanted her. Everything about her made me want to throw her down on my desk and fuck her into oblivion. The rational side told me that wasn't the smartest idea ever.

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The drive had been restless, and Luna wasn't home yet. Mikan's stuff was still cluttered on my kitchen table, but I was too upset about what I did to care. I'd clean it up later.

I slouched upstairs and took an ice cold shower, letting the thousands of droplets to hit my pale skin like knives. It felt good.

I towel dried my hair and body, before stiffly walking into the bed room. I pulled on a pair of black boxers and a black t-shirt. I collapsed on the bed, and tried to get the thoughts of her to leave my mind. No luck.

I could still smell her as if she was beside me. I could feel her warmth.

Shit, toughen up man. You're not a pathetic baby. Your just a guy who fell in love with his eleven year jr. Realization burst. I was actually in love. But, what could I do about it? Could I risk Mikan's career path, lose my job, and all accountability, just to be with the women I love? Yes I could. Because like in every other cliché in the book, forbidden romances are the best.

But in a six months, Mikan would be eight-teen, a legal adult, and all mine. I just hope I can wait that long. And I hope she can forgive me.

So yeah, this was all Natsume's P.O.V. Sorry if he seemed O. this was written at 3:30 A.M and I am on a happiness high. So sorry. Yes, today, September 4th is my birthday! Yay! and do you know what I want for my birthday? Reviews! Lots and lots of wonderful reviews!

~Emerald~

P.S- Sorry if updates are a little sketchy. School just started, blah, and I get busy at this time of the year. I apologize in advance.