Natsume POV:

"Mikan..." I breathed when I saw her. She was sitting up. Awake. I dropped the blood red roses I was holding in my hands, and her weak head snapped towards me. Her eyes widend slightly and a shaky hand travelled to her gaping fish like mouth. Tears began to swell like a disease in her eyes and she shook her head. I hated seeing her like this. Hated it. Hate. Nothing new there. I walked over to her swiftly, quickly wrapping my well toned arms around her small frame. She let out a small whimper before laughing, gently pushing me away. She gripped the collar of my black shirt and pulled me down.

She placed a chase kiss on my nose and my heart jumped into my throat, bouncing around like a pin-ball machine. She giggled as I wiped away a tear, I leant my worriedly creased forehead against hers and she sighed. She began to fiddle with my shirt.

"I missed you." I whispered, I could feel her hot breath against my face and it fuelled my desire. If she wasn't sick, and this wasn't a hospital that bed would be-

"Nat-chan... I'm sorry." She mumbled. My eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why are you apologising?" I asked, pulling myself away from her.

"Because I-" I held up a hand.

"Mikan you did nothing wrong. I know what she did to you. I wouldn't expect nothing less from you. You were scared. Mikan it's completely exceptable." She smiled sadly.

"Thanks Nat-chan."

"Anyone would do what you did if she turned up again."

Mikan's POV:

I ran a shaky hand through my hair. It was longer. A lot actually. I didn't think my hair could grow that much in a month. I breathed deeply, in through the nose, out through the mouth.

"Come on Mikan. We gotta go." Nat-chan whispered, he gently grabbed my frail hand pulled me out the door. I smiled to myself at his warmth. He was boiling no matter where we were, but to me, it was perfect. The feeling of skin on mine. The energy that pulsated into my cold blood. Blood. Dripping blood. Torture. Tali!

shut up!

"Mikan?" A startled voice asked and I snapped myself out my thoughts to turn to a stunned Aoi-chan. I let out a quick breath and dropped Nat-chan. He groaned a little as I ran over to his sister an hugged her. She was wearing a light green top and denim shorts. They fitted her body perfectly, I mean anything she wore did. It's the famous hot( no pun intended) Natsuem Hyuuga's sister. Beauty runs in the family.

"I'm okay A-chan. I'm okay." I whispered. The rare times that I spoke were to talk to Natsume and Aoi.

"M-Mi-chan!" She broke down and clutched at my black turtle neck top.

"Oh, come one Aoi-chan. Crying again?" A deep husky voice sent shivers through my bones and I turned to see a tall, well toned, boy standing in Aoi-chans bedroom door. My eyes widened at his bare chest. The rippling muscles and slight gleam of sweat. His bulging arms and large shoulders stretched as he stood up. I gulped deeply as he pulled on a white top. I groaned inwardly when the fabulous display of pure hotness vanished from my eyes. I looked up to his face, his slight smirk as he looked admirably at Aoi-chan, yet to set his eyes on me. His piercing blue eyes sent echoes of waves through me and I sighed in pleasure, earning a questionable look from Nat-chan. He flipped his head to the side and his silky white hair flew out of his cold eyes. Cold. The complete opposite from Natsume.

This man sent shivers down your spine.

Natsume pulled your hairs to a stand.

Then, finally, like the Gods had stopped my torture his eyes met mine. The smirk fell and he wobbled slightly.

"Mikan?" He whispered in disbelief.

Wait, I've met this guy before? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

It wiped the blush off my face and my heart sunk deeper into darkness.

Neisan.

A/N:

i know. I know it shorts and I'm sorry! It's just I've been really busy revising for my mocks which are tomorrow! Kill me, I mean really mocks on a Monday when all people wanna do is read and fanfics?! DX

i haven't checked or edited this so sorry for mistakes! Don't kill me!

Land I managed to keep my promise! I updated twice in one week, yay!... My life is worrying me...

anyway, like always leave a comment and tell me what you like or what I could improve on.

and most importantly, who are you shipping?!