Okay, so any of my readers who read more than just one of my on-going stories will be happy to know, I finally have a schedule! ~~~YAY~~~ It's on my profile if you want to check it out. And, I'm sorry for not updating in forever! Sorry! So, enjoy the chappie!

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I blinked, horrified that Ruka-pyon stood in the door. His blue eyes were wide, and his jaw was slack. The room was silent, until he dropped his bag, creating a loud thump.

My mouth was dry. What could I possibly say to him? My heart hammered against my ribcage, a shrill scream echoed in my head.

"Mikan. . . Why?" He asked, his voice taunt and whispery. My head spun as I tried to answer him.

"Ruka-pyon, it wasn't—" No, it was what it looked like. How could I lie to someone so sweet?

Ruka shook his head, not wanting an answer. "I'm sorry Mikan, I can't give you a ride today. I got to go." He turned on his heel, gripping the handle to his backpack.

"Wait—! Please don't tell anyone, Ruka-pyon." Then end came out in a whisper, a desperate hope stirred inside me. Slowly, his head bobbed, and he left.

A long sigh escaped my lips, as relief flooded me. Until the full effect of what happened hit me. I was supposed to be angry with him. Yet, here I was, completely infatuated with him, wanting to indulge in the sexual fantasies that had captivated my dreams.

"Shit. . ." Why did this always happen to the heroine of a story? Because the author liked to fuck with people's minds, lives and fate. And others like to read about the mental torment a person had to go through just to get to their happy ending.

I had to get out of here. Like, now. Swipping my bag off the trashed floor, I bolted (as fast as one could with a broken leg) to the steps of the school.

Hyperventilating, I dialed Tsubasa's number.

"Talk to me." He said, and the sounds of a que hitting a ball. Playing pool?

"I need you to pick me up!" I all but screamed at him, which probably made him move the phone away from his ear.

"Can't sis, it's an important pool game." Another smack followed by laughing.

"Onii-chan!" I whined, feeling the need to cry. I wanted to get home.

"Sorry." And he hung up. That bastard. . .

I needed to calm down before I tried to find a way home. Without consulting the parental units nor my crazy uncle. I rested my head in between my bare knees, and took a deep breath.

I heard the sounds of a car pull up, and honk it's horn. Urgently, I glanced up hoping it was Tsubasa. No such luck. It was a Black Hemi, I think it was a dodge, and it's engine rumbled.

I gaped at it, wondering who the hell owned such a car. The window rolled down, and the cocky face of my professor popped out.

"Get in Mikan. I'll give you a lift." His ruby eyes glistened with an unseen secret.

I weighed my options. Asking a parent, walking and getting into a car with a possibly horny math teacher. I choice the latter.

Sighing, I carefully arranged myself into his car. Natsume took off.

Before he could ask, I said, "25th Black Nya street."

Natsume nodded, and the car was left with a deafening silence. I twitched and picked at the hem of my torn shorts.

I glanced up at Natsume, and noticed the silver band that occupied his left hand, was missing, leaving a faint band line.

I stared at it for a moment, then asked, "What happened to your ring?"

Natsume smirked, "I don't really think that's any of your business, Mikan."

I snorted, crossing my arms and glared at the road, "You made it my business when you kissed me in detention, Natsume."

I peeked at him through the corner of my eye. He was silently debating if he should tell me.

Finally, he said, "Point taken. I'm filing for divorce. I realized what you said was so true. Why am I with her, when all she is, is a cheater? Why am I with her when I don't love her? You make good points, Mikan, and I respect you for it. Thank you." I was slightly taken back by what he said. Yes, I found it incredibly sweet and it left me with a pleasant tingle in the pit of my belly, but it still felt off. Where were the perverted comments?

"Natsume. . ." I breathed, not really sure what else to say.

He shrugged, and took a right, "Oh well, now I have time to participate in my favorite pass-time. Kissing you. Just six months before your legal. Six long months." He winked at me, causing instant blush.

"N—Natsume!" I take it back! I want the sweet Natsume back!

He pulled up to my house, and idled the car. "See you tomorrow, Mikan." Before either of us knew what I was doing, I leant over and kissed him, then jumped out of the car, without killing myself of course. My cheeks flamed.

I stumbled into the house, breathless, and saw my parents sitting on the couch. Their hands were laced together, and my father's eyes were sad.

"Dad? Mom?" I asked, and Mom gestured for me to sit in the armchair.

My eyebrows mashed together in confusion, as I sat myself down in the plush leather armchair.

Mom and Dad eyed each other, wondering which should go first.

Dad spoke up, bluntly stating, "We're moving."

It took me a moment to process what he just said, "Wait, what?"

"Your father has been transferred to a branch in China. We're moving a week before you turn eighteen. I know you want to make your own choices, but we need you to come with us. Your grandmother is gravely ill, and she requested you come with us. It'll only be until your twenty. Please, Mikan, do this for us."

Two and a half years. Away from Hotaru. Away from Anna, Nonoko. Away from Natsume. But. . . Grandma needed me.

So I said, "Okay. I'll go."

Bwhahahaha! That was fun to write! Natsume's finally divorcing the demon! Yay~~ Oh, noooo! Mikan! And a week before Natsume could have her! Gahhhh~~! Haha, sorry about that. But did you really think I'd make it that easy for them to be together? Besides the fact he's eleven years older than her. It wouldn't be a drama if there weren't twists. So, review! And see you next Monday~~~!

~Emerald~