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Summary : It was one year previous when Mikan had married to Natsume. They had a sweet relationship but, after an accident happened, the famous couple was separated. Why did it turn out like that? Who could do this? How did it happen?

Written by
Michiru Ichigo

Credits to Agustina, who loves Shii-chan dearly.

Dedication
The Burnt Jewel

Who has been read every details in my story

Previous Chapter

"Well, that will be delivered in half an hour. If it's late one second, you can punch me-" Satoru said as he walked out of the house while he grabbed his keys.

"Please be late then." said Mikan sweetly.

"Haha,.alright. I'll go now."

Meanwhile Satoru came back and of course, with a delicious-looking cake decorated with fresh, red strawberries, and to sum up, on time. While Mikan was eating the cake, Satoru wanted to, oh!… just as Natsume was coming out to get water. And he saw…

End of Last Chapter

Stage One of Jealousy

Meanwhile Satoru came back and of course with a delicious-looking cake decorated with fresh, red strawberries, and to sum up, on time. While Mikan was eating the cake, Satoru wanted to laugh out loud so much; the way Mikan ate as if there was no tomorrow was just about to make him crack.

Natsume, coincidentally, came out to get some water and saw Mikan directingfunny looksto Satoru, who looked rather jolly, and Natsume, always meant to eavesdrop, couldn't do less than hear their conversation.

"Well, thank you for the cake; in return I make you laugh." Said Mikan with her mouth full with cake, her eyes smiling.

"Haven't seen you always make me laugh? Don't you know you're the only one that is able to do this much?" Natsume thought rather spitefully.

"You sure you want to thank me?" Satoru said as he laughed. " My tummy hurts; it feels like you are taking revenge on me because I was on time." Some merry tears could be seen in the back of his eyes; Mikan, in the mean time, stared him dumbly.

"Wha-what?" She stammered.

The man laughing tried taking a deep breath, presented her a full smile and added "I mean, you are making my stomach ache. I feel awful now, don't you feel guilty, you little!"

"If you must know, I feel proud! I can't believe I am a pro with this." said Mikan jokingly; she rubbed her fingernails with her sweater as if she was polishing them.

"Oh my, when has my Mikan turned to be such an evil being?" Satoru said impishly.

"Interesting. Since when has MY. BAKA. belonged to someone else?" Natsume continued thinking, noting the possesive way in which Satoru adressed his wife.

Natsume had been hiding right at the corner of the room, hidden by the entrance to the mentioned, where they couldn't actually see him. He finally came to their view after standing there for some while, quite full of the flirty-flirty spectacle taking place.

Somehow dazed, Mikan's thoughts were visibly disturbed, which showed in her absent expression. "He just said 'My Mikan'… I miss the way Natsume called out to me with his typical 'Baka'." She was turning melancholy; she had to stop herself! So a mental slap sounded quite handy in the moment; she couldn't do less. "Ahh… Mikan! Natsume cheated on you! You shou—why is it that I feel very warm suddenly?" thought Mikan as she turned to her left side, speechless when she saw Natsume standing with his now very cold eyes right next to her.

Obviously, Satoru and Mikan hadn't realized his presence, until he placed himself in front of the coffee table in which the cake laid now in half. He stood in the middle of the two, yet he couldn't quite interrupt the vision of the other; they were seated opposite to each other, and he was still somehow on the side, taking note they were all surrounding the table.

Satoru had been just as absent-minded as Mikan. "Damn, I just referred to her as mine. Now she's either thinking to kick me out of the house or she—wait. Is it summer now? How come it's so warm suddenly?"

When he glanced to his side, he found the same sight as her; a rather angsty Natsume; glaring daggers towards, guess who? Towards him, much to his fright.

His face that now seemed as stone had the words what-the-heck-is-happening-here savagely carved, but before he could say something and leash out the Third World War Mikan tried to explain.

"Natsume, Satoru is here to bring food for me and the baby. Please don't misunderstand."She began in a pleading tone.

An uncomfortable silence followed after her sentence. Natsume now directed his gaze towards her, which only showed doubts and more doubts.

Satoru noticed he was the third wheel.

"Y-yeah, I should go now. Sorry for disturbing." He tried to greet politely in his unusually nervous tone, but there was not much more he could do. He was scared that Natsume might harm Mikan as well as the baby; he had an impression that he was from the violent type. It was true that he should have known better than to become friendly with the wife of such a guy, and what was worse, like any other male, he didn't know how to handle it.

He rapidly went to get his shoes and next thing he opened the main door, all done in an impressive yet reasonable time. He gave Mikan one last glance but she was busy, staring at Natsume in a pleading manner. He gave a last, tired sigh and walked out of the house.

Mikan wanted to explain everything and hoped that Natsume would understand; after all, it was no serious thing and they hadn't done anything wrong; nothing comparing to what he had done. In any case, she wouldn't even dare to mention it.

Natsume tried to stay cool as he went to the armchair where Satoru had been sitting moments earlier. So, now he was opposite Mikan, which helped for them to never break the staring.

After some while, Mikan gave up.

"Nat-" Mikan tried starting the conversation; but was quickly cut short by Natsume's left hand which was raised defiantly in front of her face.

"Just tell me, who am I to you?" said Natsume calmly.

Mikan was shocked by the question. She rushed and answered.

"You are my husband, Natsume." She responded calmly too as she broke their continued staring by looking down on her hands, laying on her lap.

"Say, the baby belongs to who?" Natsume quietly inquired as he moved forward, nearing Mikan, and held her chin so she would look right on his eyes. Without her knowledge, hers started watering and there were tears in the corners. He looked at her just as she meticulously inspected him, and noticed in Natsume's eyes sadness, exhaustion, jealousy and confusion.

"Why does he look like that? I mean obviously the baby is ours. I should be in his place, questioning the other and all." thought Mikan.

Mikan was also hurt; Natsume couldn't really ask such a question! As if he had any reasons to doubt! She felt somehow deceived.

Without answering his question, Mikan stood up while she put her hand on her growing belly and left. Natsume remained sitting there, trying to control his temper, but most importantly, suppressing the sadness.

Mikan

What do you think?

Oh my, who's the baby exactly?

Natsume is jerk huh? Separate them shall we? *grin*

A/N

Yeah, very short huh? Sorry. I need time to understand more their feelings. Like, how they are supposed to feel, how they should act without showing them out of character (which is very hard since I want to take Jealous Monster out from Natsume). So yeah, try to understand and thanks for all of your support.

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BETA'S NOTE: I'm not professional, but I really like this story and I'm not giving up on it, I hope you like it just as much as I have started to.

TWILIGHT FANS

I have small warning for you guys (for those who will go to cinema in 10 days -or less to watch BD!). DON'T GO OUT of the cinema when Scrolling Credits start! Because there will be one more movie scene after that! I guess you don't want to miss it! ;)