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Chapter 2. [Polka]

I've been listening to their conversation, conflicted and annoyed to the brink. This girl seemed oblivious to me, so did the sensei, besides Ruka should be here soon.

My ears perked when she brought up the subject of my Alice prevention mask, no doubt wondering what it was. My eyes cracked open, slyly watching them from my position on the sofa. Damn Narumi.

"Prevention?" Her voice executed, holding up the mask in curiousity. Lowering my eyes, I closely examined her. The ends of her hair curled, wrapped in two separate tails, the color of light mahogany. The clothes she wore reminded me of the countryside, rumpled and slightly haggard looking.

"It will completely seal the Alice of whoever is wearing it. This mask is reserved for punishment of dangerous people, once it is turned on the wearer can't take it off by himself." I saw his eyes glide toward me and quickly faked sleep. "There are some students whose Alice can pose risks. It...makes it easier to mark them." Clenching my fists I felt a burn penetrate my gut; the medicine is starting to halt its effects.

"Have you heard of the phrase: 'avoid black cats'?" I felt their gazes direct towards me and wretched my face to be composed. "Although for Natsume, if he really puts his mind to it, he can probably render the mask useless." Useless, you say? I never asked for this damn Alice, anyway. My face scrunched slightly.

The beep of his phone sounded, breaking the silence like a shattered block of ice.

"Oh! An intruder in the greenhouse!?" He yelped, shuffling footsteps pounding in my head. "I'm sorry! There's an emergency so I must leave you." My eyes opened, watching him tap away towards the door, unaware that I'm awake. "Ah, you!" He suddenly turned around, reminded of something, or someone.

"Yes!?" She straightened her back and quickly committed a cadet pledge. What's up with this girl?

"I'm going to send for someone over here soon." His phone beeped, making his way out the doorway. "So if Natsume wakes up before anyone comes, press that emergency switch immediately!" My eyes found the way towards a small switch and I groaned in distaste, everyone was still not coming to terms with me being awake already. "You must do it." Then, he left leaving the quiet silence in our grasps. I could feel her eye me in disgust, the same familiar look I always have the allure to get. She was no different from anyone else...that was what I thought before I felt my nose being squeezed. It took all my resolve to not burn this girl to death, silently staying still in my uncomfortable posture. What the hell!?

Quietly giggling to herself, I began to open my eyes and saw the soft tremble to her shoulders as the echo of her laughs filled my ears. She held a book of some sort in the clutches of her hands, thinking happily and humming a song. Her back was directly in front of me, precisely in my arms reach as I sat up with tired, glaring eyes. Like an idiot, she completely ignored me, kissing the album like a lover. I shivered at the thought and grabbed hold of one of her pigtails, harshly yanking her body towards me and slamming her down against the sofa.

The glimmer in her eyes told me everything, a wasteful brown hue that signified fear and confusion. My hand fisted a glob of her hair and I glowered down at the shocked appeal on her face in content.

"Answer me in five seconds," My voice was stoic, ever enchantingly cold as her dimwitted struggle to move stopped with my legs entrapping her like a vice. "If you don't, I'll burn your hair." My fingertips zapped with surging energy, waiting for the right moment to wither her soft hair in flames. "Who are you?" Gasping, she tried to push me off, mindlessly wearing her energy down. Five seconds were up, and I began to release the desire of smoke and ember, only to be met with...nothing, as if she extinguished them on her own. What the hell?...

A loud conspicuous crash was heard, relief washing over my veins as I looked over at the shrouds of glass crumble atop a blond headed boy groaning in pain.

"You're late, Ruka." Although I said that, we never designated a specific time, so this can all be my fault, in a way. The girl was still ruthlessly struggling underneath me, my irritation leaned on amusement.

"Geez," He coaxed, picking glass out of his shirt as he looked at me, a silent question in his eyes. "Whose fault do you think that is, Natsume? I shouldn't have helped you." He began to smile, well until he noticed the girl squirming below me. A blush colored his cheeks, averting his eyes slightly. "What are you doing? Who's that?" I looked at the girl and decided to provoke her some more, lazily sitting on her and pushing her face away. Maybe I should assault her into telling me?...

"She was here when I woke up." Sighing, I continued to push her face away from me. "Yet she refuses to reveal her identity."

"Is she an Alice?" Ruka asked, displaying a certain uneasiness. Her screeching became almost unbearable.

"No clue, dunno." I glowered down at her in utter annoyance, shoving her into the cushion harder. My aura screamed warning, and I knew they both knew it. "She won't obey me at all, so I thought I'd make her cry." Her screams continued, tears of resilience holding her eyes. "Should I take her underwear off?" I wondered aloud, twisting the idea like some pervert.

"Aargh!" The belt of her scream made me grin, slipping off her underwear as she struggled in agony. "Pervert- Bastard- Aargh!" She continued to spout out meaningless names, my resolve almost dissolving as I saw the pattern on her kitty like garments.

"A world of polka dots." I mused, her struggling and kicking ensuing. Ruka looked away bashfully.

"Why don't you use your Alice to do this?" He questioned soundly. My pride burst out of spite and I casually skirted my words.

"I'm tired and I can't get it to work properly yet." Suddenly a pound of footsteps were heard. "Crap, someone's coming." I launched off the girl, clutching the newly obtained polka dots in hand. Ruka warily glanced over at the scrap of cloth in my hand and I began to smirk, utterly surprising me. God, maybe I am a pervert?

"Are you alright, Mikan!?" Narumi and Misaki sensei puffed in like a storm, mouths agape in shock as me and Ruka leaned against the window frame, that baka girl running away, screaming in mortification into the arms of that Bastard Naru. A glare melt across the contours of my face as I watched her huddle into his willing arms.

"Natsume! Ruka!?" Misaki sensei groaned in annoyance, quirking a brow at the both of us. Preparing to make our escape, I steered my gaze toward the girl, stoned faced when her watery orbs met mine. Holding up the truth of her innocence, I began to dangle it before her ever gorging eyes. A taunt, a tease to finish the scene perhaps?

"See ya," Waving the material like Japan's National flag, a prodding urge to mock her flicked my mind. "Polka Dot Panties!" Her entire self froze, gawking in disbelief at the circumstance. After moments of silence, her mumbles became more evident, speechless to say the least.

"They took it off you?" Narumi asked dubiously, controlling his laughter as I hunched down, tumbling toward the ground feet first. Ruka then stumbled behind me, blushing uncontrollably as we ran.

"NOOOOOOOO! Perverts!" She wailed, the echo of her voice stammering around us.

"What should we do?" Ruka rushed through panted breaths. "Should we return to the Elementary Division now?" Smothered with air, he coughed.

"Sure." I muttered mindlessly, disappointed to reach the darkness again. Disappointed to have failed something that was so important.

A/N: Natsume and Mikan's first encounter! Not really a long chapter, since I'm writing Natsume's perspective as he's seen in the manga and anime. I hope it was okay! I'lI try to update once a day! Review, if you like or follow and fave!