I do not own Gakuen Alice.

"In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.

In all the world, there is no love for you like mine."

-Maya Angelou

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."

-Dr. Seuss

"What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us."

-Helen Keller

Tires screech outside.

A car pulls to a stop.

The doorbell rings impatiently.

But you still smile.

Pulling out your phone, you swipe in a quick text. Call me in an hour.

Even when the ringing of the doorbell becomes more persistent, you still stand there. You wish this moment could last forever.

You wish you could stand there, just enjoying the aftertaste of that perfect chocolate. You want that fond memory of your little polka dots to continuously run through your head.

Slowly turning to the back door, you stand there for several seconds.

Raising a bottle above your head you douse yourself with water.

Perfect.

As you open the door slowly, the dim smile that graced your lips is gone.

Standing there is a beautiful girl. Her large eyes are a captivating shade of shimmery blue. She blinks, her perfectly curled lashes brushing softly against her cheeks. Overflowing from her head is a cascading waterfall of beautiful, strawberry-blonde hair. Her skin is so smooth, resembling the color of milk, with a faint hint of a blush.

She is wearing a strapless midnight-blue dress. A separate sash is tied at her waist, emphasizing her curves. On her neck clings a gold choker necklace.

You just stand there, leaning against the doorframe.

A small smirk replaces your frown.

As you run your eyes up and down her tall, thin form slowly, she clears her throat rather shyly.

Your crimson gaze meets hers.

"Hi Natsume!"

That voice, so soft, so sweet. But behind it, it sounded forced. Entirely unlike your polka dot's sweet, perky voice.

You just raise an eyebrow and nod.

"May I come in please, Natsume?"

You grunt and move out of the way.

Closing the door behind you, you stride towards the kitchen. "Chateau Margaux?"

"Yes please!"

You are already tired of her. That fake cheerful voice. That odd, yet captivating smile.

How could someone be this way? So fake, yet so beautiful?

You hear the strawberry blonde pull out a chair from the counter. As you turn, she slides into it fluidly.

You place two wine glasses on the counter. Silently watching her every move, you fill each glass half full.

She is gazing around the house. Wonder is written all over her face as her eyes land on a crystal chandelier. She feels your gaze on her.

She turns back to you. "By the way," she smiles, teeth flashing gorgeously, "I'm Luna! Luna Koizumi."

You smirk at her outstretched hand. "Obviously."

She frowns. In an instant, that smile is back.

You just shake your head.

She is staring at you.

From under your bangs, you can make out her blue eyes widening. A blush is creeping up her face. A small smile on her face, she is biting her lips.

Nervous, much?

She is drinking in your appearance. You feel her gaze running wildly up and down your body. Her eyes linger on the front of your black, unbuttoned dress shirt, the sides hanging outside your jeans, untucked.

You press your lips together, clearly bored.

You prefer only Mikan gawking at you like that. Only her bright eyes could look so cute, and innocent at the same time.

Luna is devouring your body.

You just clear your throat and hold a wine glass out to her.

She blushes furiously and glances at you questioningly.

You can't help but smirk. "Your Margaux."

If possible, her blush heightens.

She smiles and takes the glass shyly, batting her eyelashes at you.

An image of your mom invades your mind. "Entertain her, Natsume."

You just shake your head. Frustration and disgust is welling up in you.

The sunlight streaming through long windows earlier has dispersed as the sky starts filling with gray clouds.

I'll show you entertainment.

You beckon towards Luna and jerk your head towards the living room. The whine glass still in your hand, you allow a playful, dangerous smirk cloud your eyes.

You lead her towards a sofa.

You push Luna forcefully against the wall.

"By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be left wanting for more." You breath down her neck, smirking as she shivers at your hot breath.

She is trembling. Perfect. "I-I d-don't care."

You trail your fingers against her smooth face, twirling a stray strand of hair. You nip at her neck, the smirk still in tact, "You sure?"

You place a finger against her lips as she groans, "I'm not finished, Luna," You murmur seductively. "What is it that you want from me?" You trail a kiss on her neck and continue whispering huskily, "Why are you so persistent?" Once again, you bite into her sensitive skin, "Hm?"

Images of Mikan play in your mind.

"Be-Because I," Luna gasped and moaned, "I want y-you."

Your hand trails down her face, tracing her jawbone and slowly down her neck. You brush your fingers against her chest and smirk inwardly when she groans again.

You decide to take this a step further.

Capturing her lips, Mikan's innocent smile clouds your mind. Shaking the images off, you suck at Luna's lips. "Hm?"

"I w-want you," She repeats, murmuring distractedly.

"I know."

"Natsume…"

You pull away from her, the glint in your eyes still present.

You dive for her mouth again, "What do you want? What are your secrets?"

Luna shakes her head distractedly, her breath hitching, "N-No, I don't h-have s-secrets."

You smirk against her lips, roaming her mouth. "Tell me." You whisper huskily, "Tell me, Luna."

She ignores your voice, "More Natsume, m-more," She moans.

A voice in your mind protests in disgust.

You press her closer to the wall.

"What do you enjoy?" You growl huskily.

She's breaking.

You know it.

"Y-You." Her weak voice signals defeat, her eyes unfocused.

You decide to step it up.

Breaking away from her body, you drag her towards the kitchen. Luna stumbles after you.

She begins to whine, "Hey can we, can we h-have some f-fun?"

You smirk. Glancing swiftly at your phone, you turn back to the dazed strawberry blonde.

She is whining unceasingly.

You nearly groan in disgust.

One hand over her mouth, you pin her head back against the fridge.

Fingers teasing at the zipper of her strapless dress, you whisper in her ear. "You'll be left breathless, Koizumi."

Her answer is still the same, eyes wild with want, with longing. "I don't care, Natsume. Just. Please."

You capture her puffy lips again and run a hand against her chest.

You slowly unzip the zipper and smirk.

She's shivering under your touch. Her legs are buckling.

"I want you, Natsume. I want your se-secrets. I w-want your being. Your mom would too."

As her blue dress slides to the floor with a small thump, you pull her towards you, keeping your eyes trained on hers.

My mom. So this is your mother's doing. You shake your head.

She is blushing immensely, her eyes wide with excitement. You just think of your mother, pushing this girl upon you.

You refuse to allow your gaze to waver away from her face. This is for Mikan.

You inch your face towards hers slowly, deliberately.

Breathing slowly, you tilt your head to the side.

She closes her eyes, anticipating your touch, your lips, your taste.

Suddenly your phone on the counter starts to ring, vibrating towards the edge of the counter.

Luna's eyes flutter open.

You turn nonchalantly and reach for the phone.

Answering the call, you speak into the receiver calmly, unruffled. "Polka-Dots."

"Hey Natsume! You said one hour!" She giggled. Your heart contorts painfully with longing as you think of the brunette.

"Hn." You turn to look at Luna.

She is staring at you, her eyes confused.

"So whatcha doin'?"

You keep your gaze on the strawberry blonde in front of you, standing in nothing but her undergarments.

Speaking slowly, you cough, "Nothing important, Polka."

"Okaaay then. Hm, why did you want me to call you?"

"Girlfriend."

Luna stares at you with widestretched eyes, blue orbs frantic with puzzlement.

There is a ruffle on the other side of the line, "Sorry, what, Natsume?"

"You're my girlfriend, Polka." Please.

You expect a squeal. You expect your Polka to immediately rush to your house.

"Aren't we already together? But awesome! Love you!"

"You say that too easily, stupid." You have turned away from Luna, unable to stand her dumstruck look.

Mikan giggles on the other side of the line. "Well, those words are only for you!"

Only for you. Those words ring in your ears.

You grunt into the phone. "They better be."

With a pause, you continue, "We're going to the blueberry patch tomorrow."

Now she squeals, "Yay! Blueberries! We can make pie and cookies and cakes and more cakes and cupcakes and smoothies! You're amazing Natsume! Thank yoooou!"

You don't mind her squealing. You mind her ability to stuff herself with food.

Instead, your lips twitch into a smile. She has made you smile again.

Without thinking, you say into the phone. "Thank you, Mikan. Love you too."

There is a long silence on the other side of the line.

Luna is behind you, shuffling uncomfortably. She must have seen through your act now. Good.

Mikan finally speaks. When she does, her voice is suddenly a dozen times brighter. How is that possible? She giggles, "They say three is perfect! And you said that thrice now! You're welcome for whatever I did! See you tomorrow!" She made a sound imitating a kiss and giggled.

Without giving you time to answer, she has already hung up.

Turning towards Luna, you wink at her.

She walks towards you.

This, time, you extend your hand towards her.

She just stares at you. "I thought–I thought you, you wanted to…" She trails off, not knowing what to say.

"By the way, I'm Natsume. Natsume Hyuuga."

She gawks at you, every trace of the flawless beauty gone.

"And," You continue, leaning in towards her again, "You were a pleasure to work with."

Driving her towards the door, you shove her dress into her hands. Opening the door, you give a jerk of your head, indicating for her to leave.

"W-Wait, what? What's going o-on? I thought you wanted me!" She pointed an accusing finger at me.

You shrug. Then smirk. With a wave your hand, you shrug again, "Moment passed."

She glares at you, eyes narrowed.

"Put your clothes on." You say emotionlessly.

She raises her nose haughtily and steps into her dress, disdainfully zipping the dress herself.

"You are no man, Hyuuga."

"And you are no woman." You say crisply, getting weary.

She turns to leave, her face scrunched up in anger, eyes betraying a glint of hurt.

You grab her wrist. Blowing air into her ear, you whisper seductively, "You are very welcome, Koizumi."

She blushes as you let go of her wrist and walks away, dazed.

You smirk.

You have gotten rid of the raincloud.

Standing on the grass in your backyard, you hold your cellphone close.

A vibrating ping indicates a new message.

Oh, I almost forgot! Good night Natsume!

You tilt your head and look at the dark sky. Thank you, Mikan.

When skies are gray

Alex