Summary: "Well, what about the dragon?" Natsume inquired, "Well, the dragon found a donkey—with a nice ass." She added bitterly. TWOSHOT DONE.

A/N: The continuation of the first chapter. I do update fast don't I? to all of the people who reviewed: This not so amazing chapter is for you. start scrolling down and enjoy.

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"Mikan, at this certain point of time in a teenage boy's life—we want girls with breasts," He demonstrated with his hands, "and fine butts."

Mikan stared at her chest, yep, too small for a guy to like. "Then no one would want me!" she whined.

She was lucky enough (insert sarcasm) to witness Natsume's make out session with one girl—she was embarrassed about spying on him and felt that she was violating his rights as a citizen when she watched them. She was hurt too. Her heart clenched painfully as she watched Natsume—who she wanted to kiss so bad—Kiss someone else. Someone with the breasts and the butt. She sighed wistfully as she watched Sumire move her token five boxes and paid Hotaru some cash for staying at her hotel.

Playing monopoly had been one of their traditions as friends. Every Friday, they would stay at Natsume's room, play monopoly or watch some movie or get drunk and sleep in his room. Natsume agreed to this half-heartedly since Hotaru blackmailed him to do so. (He owns the largest room, you see.) So every Friday since they reached 12 all of them will go to his room after class and start to do the silliest things you can ever do.

She loved doing this—but not now.

"Mochu," she said, Mochu turned to look at her while shaking the dice in his hands.

"Yes?"

Mikan released a soft sigh, "can I just lean on your shoulder for a while? I just feel—exhausted." He frowned at her but then shrugged. She took it as a positive answer and leaned her head on his shoulder. She isn't really exhausted. She just wants to think about herself. Koko told her that she is cute, but she could not feel it. She feels so inadequate if compared to those women he dated. Guys like him think with their hormones—not with their brains and true enough when she saw him with her—that junior named Sango Mizuki—she realized that Koko was indeed right. Guys like girls with breasts and butts. Natsume will never settle for her—a flat chested, petite, whiny, childish, ordinary girl.

"Mikan it's your turn…"

She half-heartedly tossed the dice and groaned in annoyance as she was sent to jail. Everyone exchanged snickers. She did not mind, her mind is too preoccupied of thoughts about him. For Natsume she would always be the same polka-dotted panties girl he first met when they were ten. She would still be that pig-tailed loud mouthed kid he hated. She would still be that annoying girl who sticks her nose into his business. For Natsume she would always be a friend.

He would never see her as a girlfriend material. She blinked back the tears, put her palm on her face and released a loud groan. Of all the people that she would have liked, why did it have to be him? The most sought after guy in the academy. The guy who wants the best from every girl he dates. It's cruel to fall in love with someone within your reach but can never be touched. It's cruel to watch the love of your life love someone else and all you could do is just watch.

Just a friend.

And she just couldn't tell anybody in their circle about her feelings because she fears that they would either expose her secret or torment her until she gives up and in the end she will admit everything. It was enough that Koko knows about this—she'd rather not say anything about this to Hotaru, Anna, Nonoko or Sumire. Especially Sumire. Sumire dated Natsume once but then they decided to just be friends. (Sumire shared stories about their dates and their kisses and how good he is in that area.) She actually felt jealous towards Sumire before. When they reached thirteen, Sumire had vast numbers of suitors—both from their age and older. She would always go out on dates and tell them adoringly about this and that. It irked her before and it made jealousy crawl up to her. That was before, now everything is bygones.

"Hey guys, I'm2 back!" it was Koko and he wore a silly head band on his head. Mikan gaped at it. "Naru gave me this! It can sort out all of your thoughts and it enables me to have a peaceful day of just my thoughts! Brilliant, right?"

Ruka breathed a sigh of relief, "So who made that?"

"Some guy with the same alice as Hotaru—Naru paid for it. Well actually I blackmailed Naru to buy this for me." He grinned, sat down beside Mikan, roughly hoisted her into an upright sitting position and grabbed a token for himself. She sighed once more.

"Keep sighing and you would deflate later. What's the matter with you?" Mikan shook her head and told him 'later.' At that point Sumire snorted at them.

"Come on, you've been behaving like a love sick fool here all day! All you do is sigh wistfully, groan out loud and look all gloomy. We're supposed to be your girl friend but all you do is talk to Koko about your love life. Since when did he become an expert?" Sumire spat disdainfully at Mikan. Well, he had been an expert since he found out about this secret. She thought.

"Well, the dragon found a donkey. That's what happened." She dejectedly said.

Both Anna and Nonoko exchanged surprised glances, "Dragons are real?"

Ruka frowned, "I think we have a donkey here but we don't have any dragons…"

Hotaru and Sumire rolled their eyes at their stupidity, "No, dragons aren't real. Remember our conversation about Mikan and the dragon?"

Ruka, Anna and Nonoko shared the same expressions of realization.

"Well, what about the dragon?" Natsume inquired, he moved his token and told Mochu to give him 200 dollars.

Her eye twitched, "he doesn't like me. He found a donkey—with a nice ass." She added bitterly

Koko guffawed at her statement, "oh God, you are so—" Hotaru gave him a shut up look.

"And then?" Iinchou pried.

"I saw him with her—goddammit. Are we really going to talk about this?" she whined. All of them nodded at her.

"Fine," she sighed, "He has a girlfriend now."

"And how did you know that she is his girlfriend?"

"I am not that idiotic to not know when boys and girls are in a relationship!" she screamed, "They were—kissing."

"Could be a fling." Natsume offered. Mikan had the urge to slap him but fought it.

"Tell us his name, we'll beat him up. Natsume's alice will be no match against him."

Mikan shook her head, "Nah, let him be. We're not meant to be."

A moment of silence ensued as they continued to play their game. Moments later Koko's voice rang out:

"Why on earth would anyone of you want to beat Natsume up?"

Mikan died.

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She needs Koko. Now.

It was an emergency—a matter of life and death for her. She paced inside her room and debated whether she would go to Hotaru or Koko. If she goes to Hotaru, probably she would get shot by one of her Owl watchers (they are nocturnal robots made to guard Hotaru's room at night for intruders—made especially for Mikan) but if she goes to Koko, he would listen to her and tell her exactly what to do. Right, and off she goes to his room. She actually thought of going to Natsume's room—but the problem is, he is the problem and if she goes to him it will just go worse.

She hurriedly rapped at his door and waited for him to open—it was an ungodly hour of the night, but she couldn't care less. It was an emergency. Finally the door opened to reveal a wide awake Koko. She blinked at him, let her eyes travel to his body and frowned. She never saw Koko half naked. Ever. "Uh, can I come in? Major emergency. I need your help." he shrugged and pulled the door wider.

The first person she saw in his room literally took her breath away—Natsume. Just in his pajama pants, no shirt clearly showing off his broad shoulders, firm chest and delectable abs. she groaned inwardly, life is so cruel.

"Take a picture, it will last longer."

"Don't you ever wear a shirt? Have some decency Natsume! Put a shirt on!" she screeched. Beside her Koko shut the door with a snort. She turned to him, "why is he here?"

As if on cue, Ruka, Mochu and Iinchou appeared—all half naked like Koko and Natsume.

"Uh, boys night out?" Mochu offered grabbing his shirt from the floor.

"Oh, you mean a night of getting drunk?" The guys grinned at her.

"Excuse us for a moment, guys." She said, dragging Koko towards his bed. She sat down and patted the space beside her. He scoffed and sat down.

"Well?"

She held his hand, "promise me you won't laugh or judge me." He nodded at her, "You see—she tightened her grasp on him. He moaned and extracted his hand, "sorry—you see, I slept and then—well. I dreamt of—of—I dreamt of 'natsume'," she mouthed silently.

"Did he die? Did someone die?"

She shook her head, "No he did not die—it was worse. Worse Koko."

"Mutilated?"

She shook her head once more, "I dreamt of him and I—" she blushed, "Uh, we were—uh, you know. Umm…" she placed a hand on her face, "We were having—sex. Uh, it was so weird and downright sinful Koko. I am not supposed to have that dream. It was so graphic—intense and I—oh God, when I woke up I felt hot all over and I did not know what to do! I did not want to sleep again and to make matters worse he's here. Oh god, I can't look at him in the eye."

"Oh."

She frowned, she literally spilled her guts out in front of him and that's all he could say, " 'Oh.' That's it? That's all you've got to say after I told you that I had that—that dream?"

"Well, it's perfectly normal for people to have those kinds of dreams."

She gaped, "Even Hotaru dreams like that?"

He shrugged, "Haven't thought of poking into her mind after she spiked my juice with that 'cherry bowel'. But yeah, maybe she does."

"What am I supposed to do? I don't want to dream about him again!"

"Take a bath—a cold bath." Mikan wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Well that's the only remedy—or you just enjoy the dream." She hit him on the arm.

"But—but—I am not supposed to have those dreams! I'm supposed to be pure—innocent." She emphasized.

"Why isn't it normal for a Sakura Mikan to have a wet dream?" He mused, forgetting that the other guys are in the room.

Mikan saw red, as red as Koko's blood, and then her body shook violently. She wanted to die now because of the embarrassment he gave her—but she'd do that later, right now she'll kill him. Shred him to bits possibly.

The next thing Ruka, Natsume, Iinchou and Mochu saw was Mikan on top of Koko on the floor, strangling the hell out of him. No one dared to move. They really would not want to face her wrath.

"Mikan! Mikan—Mi-Muff—" she pressed the pillow on his face hard, "Fuck—Can't—brea—"

"That's exactly the point! How dare you! How dare you embarrass me in front of them! It was supposed to be a secret! A fucking secret! Why—Oh why did you say it out loud you idiotic asshole! I can't face all of them now! What on earth do they think of me now that they heard that from your—" hit, "bloody," hit, "mouth?"

"Mikan-chan, calm down," Iinchou urged, he took her arms and hoisted her up. She swallowed and looked down. "It's alright. It's—well, it's pretty normal."

She sighed, "It was silly—damn it." she glanced at Ruka, Natsume and Mochu, "Can you just keep this a secret? Please?"

Ruka and Mochu nodded. She scowled at Natsume, "Natsume, please."

"Who's the guy in your dreams first?"

She blushed, "None of your business." She turned to Koko, "get ready Koko. Sumire is bound to know something that she will not like."

"Wha-? What? How did you-?"

She sweetly smiled at the guys and made her way to the door, "goodnight!"

"Mikan! Fuck! Wait!"

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Koko sighed as he walked towards his room. It was so hard to be around Mikan—especially when she's in her mood swings and when she knows something about him. it annoyed him that she knows something about it. Is it a sin to watch your crush get dressed? Yes, sure he behaves like a voyeur, but no one was supposed to know about that. No one. He suddenly regretted reading her mind before. Mikan was so innocent—as innocent as a dove flying over the mountains in the perfect world. She did not know what the hell a—a—well you know, and she never had a wet dream. Probably she never watched any pornographic materials too. Maybe he'd lend her that tomorrow. He smirked, Natsume is so advantageous in this—he could teach Mikan everything he knows and of course it would be so pleasurable for him—if ever they become a couple, but first Natsume must know about Mikan's feelings.

"Koko."

He froze. Speaking of the devil really brings him. He plastered a wide smile on his face before turning to look at Natsume. He was leaning against the wall. Eyes murderously aimed at him.

"Oh, hey. Why aren't you inside?"

"I need answers—and you have them. Don't worry," he added, "we'll talk nicely." He brandished a ball of fire for him to see.

He gulped; having this alice is so difficult. Why is it always him?

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Natsume hooked his arm around her waist as she turned stiff. She took several deep breaths before placing a hand on his arm. She shouldn't have agreed to let him sleep here. They were supposed to be adults—sleep-overs are not allowed anymore. "Natsume?"

"hn?" he buried his face into her neck, she bit her lip—yes it was definitely a dream come true but then—it was agonizing. A pure torture for her. "What polka? I'm trying to sleep here," his lips hovered over her skin as she felt her face grow hotter—actually it was her body.

"Could you move? I can't breathe. Your arm is annoying. I'm not your teddy bear."

He did not answer and so she took the liberty to remove his arm—it did not budge—and so she turned to him.

Okay, here comes her urge to kiss him. She swallowed hard—she is beginning to become a pervert like this guy—but one peck on the lips wouldn't hurt right? Yes, she thought. Of course it wouldn't hurt, besides he is asleep now, and this is the perfect time to do so. Timidly, she traced his lips with her index finger—yes; they were soft just like how she imagined it. Slowly she leaned closer to him and pressed her lips against him.

Heaven. Oh god, she could die right now. She placed her fingers on his cheek and kissed him again, and again and again—and then his lips shifted. Mikan stopped. He did not. Natsume's hand settled itself on her nape and pulled her closer, rolling on top of her in the process. Warning bells started to scream inside her head. She is so dead. Mikan gasped at his action and tried to push him away. "dammit polka. Stop doing that." with that he caught her hands and dove again. The gentlest and the most timid kiss turned into one explosive, passionate one in a moment.

Finally he regained his breath, "I didn't know you can kiss like that."

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Mikan avoided him non-stop. Twenty four seven even. She locked her door, her window, took alternative routes to not bump into him, Sat beside Iinchou during class, sat beside Hotaru during meal times, walked with Anna when going back to the dormitory, stayed with Sumire when she needs to study and clung to Koko most of the day. She knows Koko isn't the best shield—but he can use his alice on Natsume and she would be able to get revenge. She was doing everything successfully until Koko 'accidentally' hinted that Mikan likes Natsume. She caught his gaze for the first time and blushed. After that Natsume followed her non-stop and tried to get out a confession from her. Mikan hated him.

Due to unfortunate events, she was left inside their room because of a seat work and Natsume was there too. She mentally prayed that the day would just be over without him insisting that she likes him. but alas, the day didn't go as she planned.

"Why are you still denying it? You like me. I won't laugh." He said.

Mikan glowered at him, "I do not. Koko was just being stupid that time."

"Admit it, you like me." He insisted. Mikan narrowed her eyes at him.

"No, I do not like you. How many times do I have to say that? Look, I just had the most stupid urge to kiss you that time okay? Happy now that you found out that I am tainted like you?"

"Stop lying. I know that you like me."

"H-How, how long have you known?"

He shrugged, "the day we talked about 'Shrek.' I overheard Koko telling you that your prince is the dragon—the next clue was given when he blurted out about someone wanting to beat me. Of course, I threathened Koko too. I have my ways polka."

Mikan scowled at him and mentally thought of ways to mutilate Koko in her mind. "Yes, yes, I am an idiot. So? It's not new that someone likes you."

"It's new to find out that it took you several years to know you like me."

She snorted, "Don't be so full of yourself. This will pass. It's just a crush."

"Really? For a second I thought you were lusting over me too. After all, you have wet dreams about—" Mikan punched his chest, "me and you have these urges to kiss me."

"It's perfectly normal! I fantasize about kissing Ruka too!" she bit out.

His eye twitched at her revelation, "I don't want to hear you talking about other guys while you're with me."

"Who said I want to be with you? And I don't want to be with you—you change girlfriends like you change your underwear."

"Not true. Sango needed help that day. She wants to make his boyfriend jealous."

"So you're one Good Samaritan now?" she scoffed, "I think you're one hell of a liar."

He took several steps towards her, she took more steps back until she reached their blackboard. "Really, don't molest me. I'll scream." He ignored her and slipped his arm around her waist. Her breath hitched.

"You like me, you want me. This is not sexual harassment if you're willing," he placed a finger on her lips, "stop protesting. I know you want me." He lowered his head and started to nip at her neck.

"Besides, it's no fun going out with those women, didn't you hear princess?" he pressed his lips against her ear and said huskily, "dragons like virgins. And this particular dragon—wants you."

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A/N: That concludes this two shot—hope you enjoyed. I've read that dragons are really attracted to virgins in some book or whatever. Thanks guys. Leave a review.