The Dairy of Sakura Mikan

A/N: This is an idea that just suddenly popped into my head, so it will probably be a two or three shot. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice or the characters.

Chapter 1: Picking up Mikan's Diary.

On a bright, sunny summer day, Sakura Mikan, who was now sixteen years old, was happier than ever. Hotaru had finally accepted her friend request on GABook, and she had done exceptionally well on her math quiz. To celebrate her happiness, Mikan treated Hotaru, Ruka, and Natsume for ice cream at Sprinkle It Up.

"I've had the best day ever! You see, today…" Mikan blabbed on and on about her day, like usual.

"Hn," replied Natsume, picking all the colored sprinkles off of his ice cream.

"Cool," Ruka said, half listening.

"Pass the chocolate," Hotaru said, motioning Mikan. She had had enough of her best friend's excessive rambling.

"And I didn't get called out after school about my poor test grades!" Mikan smiled.

"Cool," Ruka said again.

"It's about time," Natsume said coldly. "You're almost seventeen and still acting so childish. You get excited over the most trivial things."

"How come none of you guys are happy for me?" Mikan said, very unhappy.

"Because you've told me this four times today already," Hotaru said yawning.

"Well, fine then! If you guys aren't going to listen to my problems, then I'll just write them in my dairy. Diary-san always listens to me when I'm happy, sad, or just plain bored. Diary-san helps me get through tough times. I always write all my secrets in there. I write about my crush all the time and all sorts of things that go on during…" she paused. "Oh my goodness I cannot believe I just said that out loud. Her three friends grinned. "Forget I said that. I really didn't mean it. Diary-san isn't a real diary. Uhhh… he's just my imaginary friend. Yeah, that's all. Just another silly trivial thing I do during my free time. Hehehee. "

"You have a diary?" They asked simultaneously.

"Oh haha. It's nothing," Mikan said. "Just me rambling again. You know how I always talk about random things. Don't mind me guys; just sit and enjoy your ice cream." She nervously smiled and tried to change the subject.

"You have a diary with all your precious secrets inside. About your little boy crush and a lot of other things you don't share with others about?" Hotaru snickered, already plotting something evil in her head.

"Yeahh," Mikan admitted. "But don't you even try stealing Diary-san away from me! I'm serious Hotaru! Everything personal is in there."

"Hehehe okay," said Hotaru. The expression on her face didn't change one bit.

"You guys too okay? Don't go snooping around just because you found out that I had a diary."

"Hai hai Sakura-san," Ruka saluted.

"Hn. Whatever."

"Pinky swear?"

"Really Polka. How old are you?"

"Please? This really means a lot to me."

"Fine."

They pinky swore to Mikan that they would never look at her diary. Mikan turned all cheery again.

Next Day (Natsume's P.O.V.)

Where did Ruka go this time? Did he forget that we had science? Did he get lost again? No, Ruka wouldn't do that. That's a typical Polka thing to do. Where is he? I wondered around the hallways like a dope, looking for my best friend. Usually he was there at class before I was, but class was about to start, and I was a little worried. Ruka's the type that's easily deceived. While I was walking down the aisles, I tripped over some book like thing and fell flat on the floor. Some girls looked over at me giggling. I really need to take a nap. I yawned and then looked down at what I tripped over. It was a worn out diary. Wait diary? This couldn't be. I opened the cover, and of course, it was.

The front page read:

"This Dairy-san belongs to Sakura Mikan, 10 years old. If found, please return to Sakura Mikan." It also had a picture of a bright sunny and a cheery girl with a great big smile.

I'd better go return this to Polka. She was making such a big fuss over it yesterday. She must've written some really personal things in here. I looked at the shabby diary. But then again, this is Polka's treasured diary. I guess if I took a peek at it, no one would find out right? Oh what am I thinking? Why would I want to look at something that baka wrote. It's probably not interesting at all. I tried to set the diary down, but the temptation was killing me. It wouldn't hurt to take just a little peek at it. Suddenly, Mikan strolled by with a worried look on her face. I quickly stuck the diary into my backpack.

"Natsume my diary is gone! Have you seen it?" she asked very desperately.

"No, sorry." I replied. I hurried away to my dorm. Gomenasai Polka. I really wanted to know who her crush was. For some reason, it bothered me a lot thinking that Polka had someone in mind this whole time. I took a deep breath and flipped to the second page.

It read:

"Dear Diary,

Hello. My name is Sakura Mikan. I am eight years old this year. Uncle bought me this diary because he said I talked too much. He told me that I should write important thoughts down instead of telling other people. This way, my secrets would be safe inside of Diary-san. That's the name I created for you on the way to science. I'm really excited to share my secrets with someone. Hotaru never listens to what I say. Oh! Hotaru's my bestest friend in the whole entire world. She is a genius inventor! My Hotaru is amazing! I have a lot of other friends too! I hope that you can meet them all someday Diary-san. I'm sure you'll like all them! Except Natsume. He's a big fat meanie.

-M. Sakura, Feb. 2003"

I started laughing when I read the last part. Polka really hasn't changed much. I flipped through the diary to look for something more interesting. Something caught my eye. A page titled "My Crush", written by Mikan when she was 13. I guess her feelings have probably changed since then, considering that almost four years have passed by, but still, it seemed like the only interesting thing so far in her journal.

This page read:

"Dear Dairy-san,

Today I realized something very important. I have a crush on a boy. And not just any boy. The person I like is Natsume Hyuuga. I know I've written a lot about how much I hate Natsume, but for some reason my feelings have changed. Natsume actually has a nice side to him. He's not always so mean and horrible to everyone. For example, it was raining outside today. That baka Hotaru told me that it was a sunny 80 degrees today, so I wore a short-sleeved shirt with my new white skirt. At first it wasn't raining. The sun was up, and it put me in a good mood. But then all over a sudden at around 10, it started raining cats and dogs. After school, everyone fetched out there umbrellas from their backpacks and started heading back to their dorms. Everyone except me of course. I was the only one who didn't know that there was going to be a thunderstorm, so I sat and waited for the storm to clear up. I waited and wait, but the storm did not clear up at all. In fact, it got worse and worse, so I decided to make a run for it. This is what happened.

'Okay. I can do this. One. Two.'

'What are you doing?'

'Natsume! Why are you still at school!'

'I was taking a test because I wasn't here the other day. Why are you standing here like an idiot?'

'I forgot to bring an umbrella, so I was prepared to make a run for it back to my dorm.'

'In this weather? It's freezing outside and you're wearing a skirt?'

'Well, I don't really have any other options do I?'

'Baka, you're gonna get sick if you do that. Your dorm is all the way on the other side of the school. Here.' He handed me his jacket.

'What?' I asked him.

'Wear it.'

'Huh?'

'Wear my jacket baka!'

'Oh okay,' I said. I put on his jacket. It was quite big for me, but it was really warm. 'Wait but what about you Natsume?'

'I'll be fine.'

'No Natsume. You'll get sick.'

'I'll be fine,' he said again. 'Let's go.' He grabbed my hand, and we shared his umbrella. He walked me all the way back to my door. It was really sweet.

'Uhm, arigatou Natsume,' I said, taking off his jacket.

'No, keep it,' he replied. 'Just in case of an emergency. You'd better not catch a cold Polka. Your grades are suffering already.'

'I know,' I smiled. I've never seen Natsume act like this before.

'Well, I'm gonna go back to my dorm. Stay warm Polka.'

'I will. Thank you.' I smiled as he waved and left.

That was the day when I realized that I was in love with Natsume.

-M. Sakura, Dec. 2008

I stared at the book in shock. The person that Polka like was…me? She's such a dense person. Practically everyone in the whole school knew that I've like her for many, many years. Except her, of course. I never knew that she had felt the same way. A million ideas were floating in my head. Should I confess? Or would it be too random and sudden? I was thinking about it when suddenly, my door opened. And there stood Mikan looking at me in shock.

"NATSUME!"

A/N: Hehehehehehe. I enjoyed writing this fanfic a lot. It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would, but I'm happy about the way it turned out. I'll probably finish it up really soon because we have spring break this week. Woot! Anyway, I hoped you liked my fanfic. Thanks for reading. Reviews are extremely appreciated.

~RingoTart