A/N) *Ducks head from the things that come flying at her*

Excuse? Blame regents and specialized high school shit. I mean, fuck, I know school is important, but Christ, can we get a break? Anyways, SHSAT's are over and it was Spring break. So I ignored my piles of history homework and typed this up instead! It was written for a while but I lost my flash drive and got really, really, angry. Plus, I kinda lost the drive for Gakuen Alice...Well it's up now at like 2 am so whatever, right? Ahh, so… disclaimer?

*Crickets*

Okei, I'll do it myself. I do not own Gakuen Alice. Only the shitty storyline is mine.

Mikan's 3rd Pov (Noon)

For about the 4th time today, Mikan yawned. Generally a heavy sleeper, she found her mind was occupied with thought of Natsume and how she had seen him. She had tossed and turned all night, mind swimming with what Natsume would say to her if he saw her again. She was going to do her best to avoid him at all costs.

Mikan was currently on an errand for Hotaru. She was told to get lunch for her. Hotaru gave her list to make sure nothing was left out.

The cafeteria was relatively empty.

'Good.', Mikan thought, praising herself for getting there early so that there was no crowd. When everyone was there, it was a long difficult process to get all the foods you wanted because the place was so full.

Grabbing everything on the list and piling it on Hotaru's plate, Mikan spotted Anna from across the lunchroom. She wanted to stop and talk, but Hotaru would be angry if she was late!

Mikan took the plate piled with food and walked out, only waving silently at her friend.

When she reaches Hotaru's dorm, she realizes that her hands are full. How's she supposed to knock?

As if sensing her presence, the door swings open and Hotaru comes into view.

"Thank you, Hotaru! You're so kind!" Mikan says smiling dreamily.

Hotaru says nothing about the comment and merely says to come inside.

Mikan steps in and begins to set the table. After she looks to Hotaru for a word of encouragement and got a nod. Taking this as a good sign she sits down in her own sit and waits patiently for her to sit down. Like a dog waiting for their master to come home.

She walks back into the room and takes her seat, looking to see that everything she listed was there. Apparently seeing no faults, she picked up the little fork for shellfish meat and got to work on her crab brains.

Amanatsu walks up and wordlessly places some pictures on the table and walks away.

Stopping to pick up the pictures, Hotaru quickly looks through them. After looking through about half, she stops to eat again.

"Hotaru, who exactly are you going to sell these pictures to anyway?" Mikan asks worriedly.

Hotaru looks up from her crab brains and stares at Mikan with a sinister smile.

"Anyone who's willing to pay the price can get them." She says. "From what I've seen so far, this little pile of pictures in going to make me a very rich person." She picks up the rest of pictures and flips through them, stopping completely and staring at the last picture with an eyebrow cocked and an unreadable look on her face.

Her eyes narrow and she suddenly gets up, startling Mikan, who was so distracted that she didn't notice the change in her friends expression.

"What is it?" Mikan asks curiously, wondering why Hotaru suddenly got up. Nothing usually fazed the other. so Mikan was worried something might have been wrong.

Hotaru looks at her best friend with those same unreadable purple eyes.

"I have projects to finish at the lab. I'm going to go finish it and print these pictures. When I get back I want this cleaned up and you out. Clear?"

Mikan stares at her with wide eyes.

"Crystal.", she says slowly, eyes lowering.

Hotaru pats her head upon seeing the kicked puppy look.

"I'll be back later. Maybe if you do a good job with cleaning, you can come visit later."

Mikan's eyes flash with hope. She puts her hand to her forehead in a mock solute.

"I'll make sure there are no traces of food anywhere!" She smiles brightly at Hotaru getting a small rare smile back in return.

Hotaru picks up the pictures from the table and walks out, leaving Mikan with a new task to complete.

Switch Pov

After exiting the room, Hotaru finally allowed herself to smile. The pictures would make her a fortune.

There were lots of them. There were about forty different shots of Ruka, all at different angles and expressions. The last picture was the one she was excited about, though.

If she played her card right, she could make trading cards, making the last one a limited edition, ultra rare card. That'd make it even more valuable than it already was.

It was a picture of Ruka, yes, but he was only in a towel. His hair was wet in one of those casual yet hard to replicate celebrity hair styles and he was naked from the waist up. Water clung to his muscles. He was turned at an angle, as if turning around to look at someone.

Hotaru reached her lab and began making copies of all the pictures except one: The picture of Ruka in the towel.

It intrigued her. The tall build, broad shoulders and muscular back. It felt hot all of a sudden. Was it just her? A heat was taking over her body and the only way to quell it was to strip.

That was her original thinking anyway. Rational thought flew out the window as the clothes came off, piece by piece.

The heat felt strongest between he legs, so she sat down and touched the area, moaning lightly as she did so. Her fingers parted her lips slowly, taking in the new sensation. She shivered at the contact of the cold air on her inner lips.

She touched herself slowly, hesitantly. But with each stroke of her nimble inventor's fingers, she grew bolder, and her moans fell from her lips with ease.

She rubbed herself up and down slowly moaning lightly the whole time. Her other hand snaked up and cupped her right breast, while the other hand continued its ministrations to her throbbing sex.

Fingers finding that secret pearl, her back arched and she cried out, loving the feeling of touching it. Two fingers slid inside her tight entrance, and her moans grew louder. She finger fucked herself while playing her with right nipple. Her body loved the attention it was getting and it wanted more, which she was more than happy to give.

The hand that was on her breast moved down to her clit, playing with it with her right hand and fucking herself on her left. Pure pleasure was coursing through her veins. Her toes curled and her back arched further. This was getting much too good…

Her pace increased as moans grew louder. There was no restraint, no hesitation in her movement. They flowed like water: smooth and nice. Her stomach tightened and she fingered herself fast, moans coming out in a pretty mantra.

The coil in her stomach let go, and she let go of a name that was sitting on the tip o her tongue without her even knowing.

"RUKAA!" she screamed as she came, juices coating her fingers. She gave a few last shallow pumps, finally retracting her fingers after her breathing evened out.

Not used to excerpting so much energy in one sitting, (that's what robots were for) she was extremely tired and wanted to sleep. She ending up sleeping on the extra bed that was kept in the lab that night.

Ruka's 3rdPov

Outside of Hotaru's lab was a figure frozen from a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and shock. He didn't just hear his name called by the person he loved so very erotically just now, right? It could have just been another strange day fantasy. But… it sounded so real.

It sounded like Hotaru's voice, but instead of her usual bored monotone, this voice absolutely dripping lust.

Ruka was asked to deliver a package to Hotaru because no one else would volunteer to do it. He was in front her lab, fully prepared to knock, when he heard noises on the other side. Curiosity got the better of him as he leaned his head against the door trying to get a better listen.

He heard lots of heavy breathing and panting.. Was Hotaru sick? The longer he listened the surer he was that Hotaru wasn't sick at all…

"RUKAA!"

Blue eyes grew to unreal size as he listened. That's how he ending up in his current position.

"M-maybe… I'll just come back later…" he says willing his erection to go away while he walks off.

Mikan's 3rdPov

After Hotaru left, Mikan got to work with cleaning. She wiped the table, swept and moped the floor and put away leftovers in the mini fridge.

She still had one more homework assignment to go, and it was her least favorite subject: History.

It wasn't her fault that it didn't make sense to her! How was she supposed to know what the rape of Nanking was? She couldn't go to Hotaru for help because she didn't take history and would probably tell her to figure it out on her own anyway. Ruka-pyon wasn't taking it either, so he was ruled out, too.

The only other person taking history was…

She furrowed her brows. She didn't want o see him just yet. Not until she could get the memory out of her mind. Her face flushed at the memory.

But… the paper was late and couldn't afford any more points to be subtracted from the grade. Getting held back was not an option so she couldn't just not do the paper. It was worth 25% of the final grade!

If she got held back she couldn't be with Hotaru anymore! That would make her trip here so many years ago useless.

"For Hotaru."she said silently and she went to her dorm. She grabbed all the necessary things and headed to the boys' side of the school.

"It's for Hotaru.", and with that final statement she knocked on the door without any hesitation. Hotaru was all the motivation she needed.

(A/N) *Gives out cookies and pocky* Sorry guys for the way late update. Happy double birthday to me! I've been 14 since February 2 :D.

Natsume: Your perv level is kind of high for someone of your age….

Shut up. I didn't ask you anything.*Glares at him* ANYWAY, the next update will be faster that the last one. Promise. Minna-san, please review so I know what you think of my shitty little story for far. Bye Bee!