The stars shone bright in the night sky. It was a peaceful and serene night, and contrary to the belief of a few, no murder had taken place in a particular special star suite. Till now.

Mikan tossed around in her four-poster bed, unable to sleep because of the principally inconvenient circumstance in which she found herself in. She was supposed to be sharing, yes, sharing a suite with the pervert, the lord brat, Natsume Hyuuga.

Urgh!! Why does it have to be him? For all I know, he might even try to peek on me in the shower. I'm all alone in this suite, with him. What if he tries to rape me?!

Hey, you could have disagreed to this room you know? Spoke another voice inside her. You know, the thing called conscience.

Shut Up. Well, I could have disagreed. Mikan thought as she thought back on what had happened earlier.

Flashback

"HIIMM??"

Natsume flinched visibly. "Cut the screaming polka." He said as he smirked. Again.

"So you are my new roommate."

Mikan got even more flustered. "I still haven't agreed to this you know. And seeing that it's you I'm supposed to share a room with, I may as well turn the offer down!"

Natsume just sneered at her. "Why, aren't you in love with me? We are sharing a suit, polka. Not a room. A suite. Now, why don't you have a look inside?"

Yuu gasped, Hotaru raised an eyebrow and Ruka, whom Mikan noticed only then, almost dropped his rabbit down, all of them surprised by Natsume's sudden display of good manners.

Now what the hell is he planning? Thought Mikan, as she watched the raven haired boy open the locked door. He walked in, not shutting the door on their face. The others took this as an invitation to go into the room. If it can be called a room.

It was huge. The door opened straight into the drawing room, painted in creamy white. All the upholstery was in black, giving the entire room a classic effect.

Special stars have their own LCD and a home theatre? Whoa man!

There was a door on the right of the living room, and considering the mess visible through the slightly opened door, Mikan concluded that it was Natsume's room.

Typical guy genes. Obviously!

Mikan was already in love with the suite as she entered the kitchen, the look of which told her that it was seldom used for cooking purposes. He can't cook? Typical guy genes, again. A table of black marble was placed inside the kitchen, making it both convenient as well as homey. Special Stars were surely treated well in the Academy.

But none of this prepared her for the emotion that overwhelmed her as she opened the door that led her to what she thought was her room. Nostalgia almost swept her off her feet as she observed the room. It was painted red and white, which for some reason, proved to be soothing for Mikan. There was a window on the left wall of the room, which provided her with a picture perfect view of the setting sun painting the forest gold. A reproduction of an O'Keefe hung on the wall opposite to it. A four poster, with red curtains, stood in all majesty in the centre of the room. The familiarity of it all startled Mikan, making her wonder.

She turned back, towards the door and found the four of them, staring at her peculiarly. Hotaru stepped forward, into the room, observing the room.

"It's so similar, Hotaru. It's impossibly similar." She whispered.

Hotaru looked at her, and simply asked, "So you still believe that nothing happens because of coincidence?"

Yuu and Ruka stared more at the two of them, obviously confused. Even Natsume stepped a little closer to the room.

Mikan sighed. "Don't pretend you can't see it Hotaru. Everything's the same. The walls, the four poster, the curtains. Even the goddamn painting. It's White Calico Flower, Hotaru. It's the same." She turned towards Natsume. "I'll take up the offer. But I have my own conditions. You'll get the list tomorrow."

Natsume was absolutely stunned. The baka took up the offer just because of a room? And what was it with that look on her face back then? And wait, list?

"List? What list?"

"Well of course, the rules that you have to abide by while you're sharing this suit with me. For all I know, you might even try to sneak into my room in the middle of the night."

My my, she's something, isn't she? Thought Natsume as a smirk found its way.

"Me? Sneak into your room? In the night? Now, why the hell would I want to do a flat chested, ugly girl as you?"

A bird flew back to its tree, with a worm in its beak. A worm that had been caught by sheer hard work and effort. It perched near its chick, and leaned forward to transfer the worm in its beak to the starving chick's mouth. Something exploded at the moment. Or rather, someone. The worm fell of the bird's beak and found its own sanctuary as it blessed the source of the sound.

The source was a girl named Mikan Sakura, who was pushed to the absolute edge of the cliff that surrounded the pit called Anger. By a certain Natsume Hyuuga.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY SAID SOMETHING LIKE THAT! YOU JERK! YOU PERVERTED MORON! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I ACTUALLY AGREED TO LIV…AAAAAHH!!" She screamed as her hair caught fire. Damn it! Water! Blanket!

Wait a moment.. I don't think this is a normal flame. She tried to nullify the fire and was surprised when it actually worked. She turned towards Natsume, her eyes gleaming.

"You have an Alice of fire?"

Natsume's answer was an incorrigible 'Hn'

Mikan opened her mouth as if to say something, but she closed it again. Her expression changed, for a fraction of a second, but it lasted long enough for Natsume to notice it. The same look again. I wonder what she's hiding. Wait. Why do I even care?

Hotaru, Ruka and Yuu left soon after that, leaving Mikan alone with Natsume.

Well, not that it mattered. Natsume just went and locked himself up in his room and Mikan was left with her unpacking. It did take very long, considering the amount of things that she had got there. I'm going to be here till graduation. I can't live without these things. They are essentials. She kept chanting as she unpacked the entire load, as if trying to convince herself that she actually needed 30 pairs of shoes. Well I can't help it. They are my only weakness. Along with chocolate.

It was already night before she was absolutely settled. There you go! Absolutely perfect.

She turned round, admiring her room as a loud grumbling noise, she acknowledged as her stomach growling, interrupted her. Supper time!! Wait. Do I have to cook? I'm pretty sure Hyuuga can't. Darn it!

She grumbled all her way to the kitchen, before a sea of aromas found their way into her nostrils, sending her straight to heaven. Her supper was already laid out on a tray on the table, and a note lay next to it. As appetizing the food was, she picked the note up, first.

Yep. It's from Hyuuga.

Hey Polka Dots,

We have food in the cafeteria. Obviously you didn't know that, being the idiot you are. Well, I picked up some for you, Imai would surely get to me if I starved you. If you need anything, Don't ask me.

Mikan smiled as she read it. He sure knows how to compliment a girl, doesn't he? She giggled as she imagined him down on one knee, with a bouquet of red roses in his hand, as he recited Yeats to a girl, whose face was shadowed. That'll be a sight to see.

She looked down at the tray that he had got her. Well there's something good about him then. Not totally hopeless. She smiled. Maybe living with him wouldn't be that bad an experience.

End of Flashback

Mikan looked up at the white ceiling. Music was playing somewhere in the suite. Most probably Natsume's room she thought with a smile. Better go to sleep.

The other person in the suite paused in front of the door. He usually didn't do this, but he had a sudden urge when he was preparing himself for sleep. Better check on her before I go to sleep. God knows what she might get herself into with that puny brain of hers.

Well she is a special star like you, you know. Conscience. Again.

He opened the door slightly, just enough for him to see the figure fast asleep on the bed.

She looks beautiful when she's asleep. Wait, what the hell? That ugly little girl can't possibly be beautiful!

Yeah, Natsume. Whatever you say. Damn it.

He looked at her peaceful face for a few more moments before he shut the door. He leaned against the door, and allowed a himself a smirk.

Living with her isn't going to be bad. At all.

A/U- Hey guys!! I'm dreadfully sorry for the sucky chapter!

R/R PEOPLE!!