Yeesh, you guys must freaking hate me. I haven't updated in a billion years. I know it's lame for me to blame it on writers block, but that's completely the truth. So, since you've waited a billion years, I'm skipping over the Natsume chapter and going straight back to Mikan. However, it won't be in first person cuz I'm having issues with that. So, enjoy my painfully late update. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own GA

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Natsume smirked slowly, his ruby eyes taking on a certain shine. Mikan covered her gaping mouth with her hand, gears working in over drive to comprehend what the hell was happening.

"So, who's the kid?" Mikan's 31 year old previous sensei/current love asked again, and raised his eye brow slightly.

Mikan didn't say anything, but titled her chin up to get a better look at him. He didn't look too bad, but he did have major shadows under his eyes, and his cheeks were a little sunken. Finally, she said, "Good to see you too, sensei."

A flicker of pleasure flashed across his tired face. He backed Mikan up against the brick wall of the daycare, fingers curling in her hair. "I thought I told you to never call me sensei again?"

She shoved him away frivolously, and ran a hand through her hair, "That was before I grew a back bone and learned to tell assholes off."

Natsume laughed, although it sounded forced to Mikan, "Then I know you had a back bone before, polka. You always knew how to infuriate me just enough."

Mikan sighed, and stared at Natsume, not really seeing him, but seeing through him, "What do you want Natsume?" She rubbed her arm absentmindedly.

Natsume gave her a look, "What do you think I want, Mikan? I promised I'd come back. Now tell me, who's the kid? Who do I have competition with?"

Mikan chewed on her lower lip, and checked the time on her watch. She had a few hours to spare. "Want to check some breakfast before I have work?"

He opened his mouth to decline, but instead said, "Fine."

Mikan gestured for him to follow her, and she started off in the direction of a small local breakfast joint. She got them a table in the corner, the waiter Cheng followed with menus, glaring apprehensively at Natsume.

They sat down, and Cheng asked what they would like to drink. Mikan ordered a herbal tea and Natsume ordered a black coffee. Cheng left to fetch their drinks and soon going to take their orders.

"Tell me, what have you been doing these past two years?" Mikan questioned, flipping through the well-known menu. She paused when he didn't speak, glancing up at him through lidded eyes. She waited, pursing her lips.

"Well, I went to Europe." He said, sitting back in the booth, crossing his arms.

Mikan burst out laughing, earning a strange look from Natsume. "Even I could have told you that. The last time you texted me before yesterday was when you were in Pairs."

Natsume cocked his head, "I guess I did, didn't I?" He thought for a moment, "How's your friend Imai?"

A spark of confusion lit in Mikan's eyes, "Why would you want to know about Hotaru."

Natsume shrugged nonchalantly, eyes blazing with an unknown emotion.

Mikan exhaled, "From our last e-mail, Hotaru's still dating Ruka-pyon and living together. Everything's peachy I guess."

Silence filled the space in-between them, and Mikan listened to the blurbs of random strangers. Cheng returned with their drinks, and they both ordered an egg roll.

Finally, Natsume asked, "Do tell me Mikan, who's the kid?"

Mikan almost snorted. Couldn't he see the similarities between them both? What the heck? Why don't I just rip it off like a band aid? "He's yours."

Natsume chocked on his coffee, "What?"

Mikan mentally face-palmed, "Natsume, he's your son. Ryuu is biologically yours. That night we spent together, you neglected to put on a condom and nine months later, I had a kid and couldn't get a hold of you." Guilt was evident on Natsume's face.

"Oh, Mikan, I'm sorry." Wow, that was the nicest Mikan's ever seen him. Her old feelings stirred in her chest, and she reached across the table and rested her hand on his. Natsume curled his fingers around hers.

Before she could say anything, Cheng came back and placed the egg rolls in front of them, separating their hands.

Cheng hovered over their table, "How do you know each other?"

Mikan gave Cheng a strange hand wave and muttered, "Ex-boyfriend. Ryuu's father." Natsume clenched his fists.

Cheng mumbled, "Not ex enough." Then he brightened, "Well, if you need anything else, just call." He walked off, Natsume glaring furiously at his back.

They ate their breakfast in silence, and after they split the bill, she asked, "After my shift at the hospital, would you like to meet Ryuu?"

Natsume nodded and Mikan stated, "Meet me at the front doors of the hospital. Four sharp, don't be late."

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As it turns out, Natsume wasn't late, Mikan was. She got held up in a meeting and twenty minutes later left the building still in her nurses outfit, panting.

Natsume glared at her, "Took you long enough, polka."

"Shut up! I was in a meeting." Mikan snapped, "Let's go. Ryuu's been waiting long enough." Mikan all but sprinted towards the daycare, Natsume following at a more leisure pace.

Mikan wheezed for air when she got to the daycare and almost collapsed if Ryuu weren't standing there. Ryuu stood with his arms crossed, glaring at nothing.

"Ryuu, I'm sorry I'm late!" Mikan gasped, still trying to get air into her system. Ryuu looked at her bored.

"You make me wait too long, mommy." Ryuu gave her a look, and Mikan giggled. She scooped him up into her arms, and Ryuu buried his face against her neck.

"Are you going to introduce me or am I just going to stand here like a pedophile?" Natsume questioned sarcastically, walking up behind Mikan.

Ryuu pulled his head away from her neck and asked, "Who's this strange man, mom? Is he the bad man that I hear all about?"

Natsume cocked his eyebrow and Mikan shushed Ryuu, "Ryuu! Santa Claus is not a bad man!" She laughed, "No Ryuu, this man is someone very close to you."

Natsume gave her a strange look and Ryuu said, "A rapist?"

Mikan gasped at her two year old, "Where did you here that?"

Ryuu smirked, proud for riling up his mother, "Sensei said a rapist would get my mom because she was so pretty." Natsume laughed.

Mikan smacked his arm, "No, no, Ryuu, this man is your father." Natsume gave a half wave.

Ryuu scrutinized Natsume, and exclaimed, "He can't be my father. I don't know him. Besides, he looks nothing like me!" Another mental face palm.

Like father like son.

*Almost dies* that wasn't very good. I'm so sorry if you hated it. I've been creatively blocked and I haven't been able to think about Natsumikan lately. Boy drama's. *siiiigh* ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend sure do make life complicated. Well, review~~ :/

~Emerald~