THIS CHAPTER IS EDITED, SO OLD READERS OF CHAPTER TWO PLEASE READ THIS AGAIN. THANKS. :)

Warnings: MAJOR OOC. Grammar errors. Not my usual writing style.
Corrections: They're in second year and sixteen, not college.
Notes: I'm in France right now. I'm learning new words, so no surprise if French words are here, okay? Consult a dictionary for their meanings.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.

"Husband?" a half of the class asked.

"Wife?" the other questioned disbelievingly.

Natsume rolled his eyes while Mikan sighed at the class.

She then faced left to face Natsume. "I still can't believe you call me that," she muttered.

He raised a brow at her. "Call you what?" he asked.

"Wife," she pouted. "And Polka! That perverted nickname!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" a girl with curly green hair shrieked. Her shriek made both Mikan and Natsume cringe a little bit because that shriek hurt their ears.

"Huh?" Mikan asked, facing the curly green haired girl. "What the hell is what going on, curly green haired one?"

The 'curly green haired one's' vein popped out in irritation. "Don't call me that, I have a name which is Sumire Shouda, head of the Natsume and Ruka fan club, for YOUR information!" she screamed, making Mikan cringe once more.

Mikan just blankly stared at her. "Uh... Okay, Permy. So, what do you want?"

The class laughed at the nickname Mikan had given Sumire while Sumire's vein had popped out even more in irritation. "DON'T CALL ME THAT! Anyway, girl, what's your relationship with Hyuuga-sama? And what's with the 'husband' and 'wife' thing?" The other girls nodded in agreement with Sumire, all thinking: this girl isn't worth being near Hyuuga-sama!

But then Mikan just blinked at her. "H-Hyuuga-sama?!" she cried, looking at Sumire in a no-way look. She then looked back at Natsume, who was smirking at her. "What the hell, Hyuuga! Why're they calling you that!"

"I didn't say anything," he replied nonchalantly. She averted her gaze back to Sumire. "The 'husband' and 'wife' thing are nicknames we'd given each other... Annoying, isn't it?" Mikan answered, making the girls sigh in relief. "Anyway, my relationship with Hyuuga?" Sumire nodded, waiting for her response.

Mikan put a finger on her chin, looked up, and started to think. "Relationship with Hyuuga.. Relationship with Hyuuga.." she chanted, thinking as she swung her legs along with the 'beat.'

"Well... We've got none."

The girls sighed in relief once more but then noticed that Natsume was staring darkly behind Mikan.

"Yeah we do," he hissed. Mikan turned around and then her big round orbs stared at his red ones. She blinked innocently at him, trying to wonder what he meant.

"Oh, that." she said, looking at him and getting the message. "But that means that we're not in a relationship 'cause there's none, unlike before when you had one, remember?"

The class's jaw dropped, including Ruka's.

"WHEN THE HELL WERE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP?!?!" the class screamed, making both Natsume and Mikan cringe yet again. They both rubbed their ears, massaging it after the pain it had undergone.

"Sheesh Hyuuga, your class doesn't know how to just ask without screaming..." Mikan commented while rubbing her ear. Natsume just nodded in agreement. "My ears, ouch."

"H-Hyuuga-sama, you were in a relationship?!" the girls cried. The boys just looked at him with shocked faces. Why? Because Natsume was never known to date or even take any interest in girls! For him to have actually been in a relationship must have been his first, but nobody had ever known about it!

"Natsume, you were in a relationship?" Ruka asked. Mikan got up and went near the opened window, letting the wind play with her pigtailed hair. "Yeah," he replied and flipped another manga page.

The class gasped--it was true! "Who, who? Who's the girl?" they interrogated, the class surrounding him.

Mikan just sat on the window ledge, amused and wondering what he'd say.

"My ex," he started, making the whole class keep quiet from all the noise they had been previously creating. "Was a girl--Homos freak me out. She was weird and still is weird."

"An ultra freak as well and still is," he added. "Anything more?" the class asked, hoping to get more information.

"Odd, peculiar, annoying..."

The class sweat dropped on how he described his ex. "...And still is."

"No she wasn't!" Mikan retorted. The class turned to her. "You know her?" Then turning to Natsume, they asked him if she knew her.

"Yeah she knows her," Natsume replied. "She knows her more than anyone can." The class nodded then turned back to Mikan, who was grinning widely. "So what's she like?" the class asked.

"Natsume's ex?" she asked. They nodded in affirmation. "Well, let's see... She's pretty, kind, the good stuff, you know?" Natsume just snorted and huffed a "yeah right" which Mikan quickly responded to by sticking her tongue out at him. "He met her while in the precinct, didn't you, Hyuuga?" He ignored her and continued on reading his manga.

"How do you know this?" the class asked her. "How'd you meet Hyuuga-sama?"

Mikan rolled her eyes in disgust once more and Natsume smirked when they used 'Hyuuga-sama.' "I know this because I was in the same training in the same precinct two years ago, which is where I met Hyuuga."

"You were in the precinct? Why?" they asked. Mikan looked at them, raising a brow. "What's with all the questions? I feel like I'm getting a third degree!"

The class laughed a little but then gave curious looks, which Mikan gave in to. "Oh, you see, I was training too, for summer. Hyuuga and I were in the same batch except the both of us didn't really like to follow instructions, so whenever the heads told us to do push ups and stuff, we didn't! Right, Hyuuga?"

"Hn," he confirmed, not bothering to look at her. She stuck her tongue out once more at him then continued. "We were both so hard-headed that the heads ended up so stressed just making us walk a hundred meters!" she laughed. "We'd ditch the practices to get ice cream," Natsume continued as she laughed, but she stopped when she heard his continuation.

"And the only time that we did something was when we were having our competitions," she added to his statement.

"We were competitive against each other and competed in every challenge you asked me to do," he commented, making her nod in agreement. "I always won, though."

She groaned and he just smirked, closing his manga. "Whenever we challenged each other, we'd do so much better than those who trained every day while we sat our lazy butts down on the ground listening to songs on our iPhones..." she gave.

"And all the heads would wonder what the hell was wrong with us." they said in unison.

Mikan laughed a hearty laugh which the class liked because it sounded so lively and real. Natsume just smirked, remembering the memories.

"Oh Hyuuga, how I miss our training--which we never really did, haha! And whenever we'd play tricks on Mr. S the Baldie and the others would get blamed--so much fun!!" she roared. He just nodded in agreement.

"Was Hyuuga-sama's ex with you whenever you did those things?" Sumire asked her, curious. Mikan laughed a little. "Of course, she was there every time!" Mikan replied.

"Well, we now know about her," Sumire coughed. "Now, just the answer of who she is, if you would?"

Mikan blinked at them with her big brown orbs. "W-Who she is....?" Sumire nodded. "All we need is who she is now."

"She's my..." She paused for a while. "... best friend."

"Who is...?" Sumire asked impatiently.

"Well, she's--" The sliding door suddenly opened, revealing a certain Mr. Narumi. "Well, good morning class once more!" he chirped, half of his body only being shown for the other half was outside. "You see, your classmate had just arrived from Russia yesterday--so she is quite late,"

"I am not late, I never am." a voice outside hissed. A gun shot was heard and it just so happened a big metal ball hit Narumi's head, making him rub the sore part.

Mikan's eyes widened and she looked at Natsume, who got up and went towards the windows.

"Okay, okay! You're "not" late!" Narumi protested. "Anyway, I'd like you to greet her. I won't bother accompanying another classmate of yours who had just arrived from France and is coming soon, so don't be surprised if another person comes in and greets himself or herself as your classmate. I'll be going now, so come on in!"

A girl with short cropped raven hair suddenly bowed in front of them. "Hotaru Imai," she introduced. When she got up from her bow, her eyes glared at the first person she saw--who was in the corner of the classroom--who was, well, Mikan.

Hotaru then brought out two huge guns with the same big silver ball bullets and started to run towards the corner of the classroom.

"H-Hyuuga!" Mikan squeaked. "S-she is going to kill, murder--no, obliterate us!"

He sighed. "Out the window, then." He jumped out the window and landed successfully on the grass, making a run for it.

"H-Hey!" Mikan called. "Wait for me!"

But Hotaru had reached the windows and was aiming her guns at her. "Don't you dare, Sakura."

"AHHHH!" Mikan screamed. "Bye-bye, Hotaru!" She then jumped out the window.

Hotaru then started shooting all of her ammo outside of the window, hoping it would hit Mikan. The bullets fired continuously until there was nothing left. When it ran out, smoke had emitted from the guns but Hotaru just blew it away.

She then walked to the vacant seats--which were either Mikan's or Natsume's--and sat on Mikan's, where she brought out materials and started making bullets.

They got to the Sakura tree and lay their backs on it, resting side by side. The run from their classroom to the Sakura tree was a long one which was the reason for their panting which quickly disappeared after a few seconds.

"Gosh," Mikan huffed. "I am so out of shape! I shouldn't have been panting at all!" She then looked at Natsume who closed his eyes as he lay his back on the tree, so she did that too.

They felt the cool breeze and just stayed like that for a while.

"Imai's your you-know-what," Natsume stated casually. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Yeah, so?" she asked.

"The thing you said earlier," he reminded. She blinked at him, wondering what he could have been referring to, but her eyes quickly widened when she found out and slapped in her forehead because of her idiocy. "Great. If she tells them, they'll get the wrong idea, and she'll kill me. How wonderful."

"Confusions weren't needed," he replied. "It could've been a lie."

She chuckled at him. "Well, I didn't lie to them--it is true, after all. Don't you remember what I told you before?"

"You don't lie. You tell the truth but they'll have to solve it to understand it, yes, but they don't see it that way."

"Oh well!" she chirped happily, not caring at all.

He sighed. "Get killed by Imai, then."

Her happy mood then stopped. "...You just had to remind me."

The wind blew stronger and more and more leaves started flying past them. It served as the noise in their silence.

"But seriously," he started in a serious tone, looking at her. "What happened?"

She looked at him and bit her lip, which he noticed. She stopped biting her lip and pressed them together. "I-It's... hard to explain," she told him, hugging her knees. "But I promise I'll tell you."

He sighed and accepted what she said because he knew that they were alike concerning promises. They kept them. But the questions when, what, who, and most importantly why hovered around his mind. He grunted and decided to think of a way to find it out, somehow.

And the wind just served as the noise in their silence.

"Those baboons, the moment they enter I swear I am going to kill them," Hotaru hissed as she made bullets. The class sweat dropped. She had been saying threats like that ever since the two had jumped out the window. "Must.. kill... Must... kill..."

"Uh, Imai-san..." Ruka called, only to be given a paper. He started reading it, his eyes widening at the same time.

"To answer your questions, you must pay me twenty yen." He read. "What the hell is this!" Ruka protested, baffled at the paper.

"My time is precious and not to be wasted thus the payment," Hotaru cleared out. "But since it's the first day, I'll give some slack and answer your questions. Hurry it up before I change my mind."

"Err," Ruka started. "How about who are you?"

"Hotaru Imai. Sixteen. Second year. Inventor."

"How do you know Natsume?"

"We were in the same training camp in the same precinct."

"Do you know Mikan?"

"The screeching monkey? Sadly."

"How do you know her?"

"Same way I know Hyuuga."

"What's up with the shooting?"

"I have some unsettled businesses with those two."

"Are you enemies with Sakura?"

"Far from that."

Suddenly, the door slid open, revealing an English-looking blond. He was like Ruka with blond hair and blue eyes except his hair was more on the whiter side while Ruka's on the darker and his features looked more European compared to Ruka who looked more Asian. He went in front and bowed. "I've just arrived from France because I'm French but with more of British talking," he stated with his evidently strong British accent. "Nice to meet you, my name is Pierre Blanchard." He got up and gave a smile, making girls blush and faint in love.

Looking around for a seat, he spotted one and the only one as of that time, which was beside Hotaru, aka Mikan's place. While walking towards it, his eyes and Ruka's had met, Ruka's glaring at him. He took a seat but Ruka's eyes never left his direction, making him smirk.

"Ah, Nogi," Pierre called.

"Blanchard," Ruka hissed. "What're you doing here?"

Pierre just gave him a sly grin, similar to that of the Cheshire cat. "What laissez-aller," he noted. "The world is small, chances of meeting each other are possible."

"You haven't answered my question. Why're you here?" Ruka demanded, hoping to elicit an answer.

"Your eliciting isn't working," Hotaru commented. "And he's just avoiding to answer you by equivocating and prevaricating."

Pierre just chuckled, which irked Ruka greatly. Hotaru looked at Pierre suspiciously because his face didn't show any signs of denial or a helpful response. Ruka glared at the both of them. "Anyway, back to what we were discussing," Ruka looked at Hotaru. "If you're not enemies, what are you?"

She loaded more ammo and with a click, the whole thing got refilled. "I'm the idiot's best friend."

And the whole class just gasped, shocked.

OHHHH. Still think Mikan's M.H. since Mikan was in COP training? Wondering about Hotaru and Natsume? Wondering about Mikan and Natsume? Mikan and Hotaru? Ruka and Pierre? Confused? You're supposed to be. ;) But don't worry, it'll clear up as soon as the story progresses. After all, it's only chapter two.

I've changed the chapter but I may change it once more.

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