Hello all! This is my first time writing a fanfic, so try not to be too rough on me - If you like it, please give me a review and I'll try to make it even better so you'll like it even more! Hope you enjoy the first chapter *disapears so you can read without this annoying voice*

"Momma!" a little girl sang as she ran through the hospital hallways. "We're going to see momma!"

The boy sitting in his room reading quietly, tried to ignore the loud nuisance. The white of the walls seemed to attract her noise rather than sound proof it. The pulse on his monitor sped up slightly as he got more and more annoyed.

"Daddy why is momma here?" she asked loudly, looking in wonder at the bustling ladies in white and stern looking men with snakes around their necks.

His eyebrow twitched. He reached over and was about to put earphones in when somebody appeared in his area.

"Is she in this room?" she peeked into the open room. The only thing she saw was a small boy with black hair glaring irritatedly at her.

"You're not my momma," she pointed out blatantly.

"Clearly, stupid." He snapped. "This is my room. Get out."

Less than deterred, she skipped in. "I'm here for momma. What are you here for?"

The boy raised his eyebrow. Did she not see the I.V. hooked to his arm? Did she not notice the pale complexion of his skin? "I'm sick."

She gasped. "How long have you been sick?"

He shrugged, feeling inclined to answer. "A while."

She frowned, her pixie hair cut sweeping her hazel bangs in front of her eyes. She glared at them and breathed a huff of breath to move them out of the way. "That's sad. Do your friends visit you often?"

"I don't have any friends."

The girl was silent for a moment. Then she bounded forward and sat on the edge of his bed beaming. "Okay! I'll be your first and bestest friend then! My name is Mikan, but my friends call me Mikan! I'm seven years old and in third grade! What's your name?"

"Natsume." He said simply. She looked at him expectantly. "What?"

"How old are you?" she bounced.

"I'm eight. Third grade." His responses were short and wasted no time.

"Whoa!" her eyes widened and she poked next to his eye. He swatted her hand away with force and she pulled it back but kept talking anyway. "You have red eyes!"

"No, I have blue eyes," he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

She peered closer at him. "No. That's definitely red."

Natsume stared at her. "You're stupid."

"Mikan?" a voice called sounding only mildly interested, not even that panicked. "Mikan?"

"Oh!" she gave a shocked Natsume a quick hug. "Momma is giving me a new sister, and I gotta go meet her, or momma and daddy might hide her like they do at Christmas! Bye-bye Natsume!"

"What just happened?" he muttered as she sprinted out the door.

"And momma and daddy barely pay attention to me! It's all Aoi this, and Aoi that." Mikan ranted to Natsume. He was pretending to read, but he was actually listening intently to her rage. After she had visited his room a month ago when her mother was giving birth, she visited twice a week to see her "best friend". Natsume was secretly touched, because she was the first person other than his family to ever make an effort for him.

"She's a baby. She needs attention." Natsume turned the page of his book.

"I need attention too," she exclaimed, tears forming at her eyes. "I need my momma and daddy just as much as Aoi!"

"Don't cry over something so stupid, idiot." He told her. "Your parents still love you. But they need to show their love a little more to your sister now."

Mikan sniffled and nodded, wiping away her tears on the top of her sleeveless dress. It was her favorite one because it looked like a strawberry; it was a juicy red with small dots on it so that she actually looked like the fruit. She was silent for a few minutes so Natsume went back to his book. Suddenly, her face was in his.

"Gah!" he moved back in surprise, wincing as the I.V. moved in his arm. "What do you want?"

"When will you be out of the hospital?" she asked, moving closer to him.

"In a few weeks." He replied curtly.

"Will you come over to my house when you're out?" she begged, grabbing his hand. "I want to see you when you're out."

"Why would I go to such a stupid person's house?" Natsume raised an eyebrow.

"Because I'm your best friend!" she said happily, snuggling close to his body, but avoiding the arm where the needle was inserted. "And best friends see each other at their houses."

"Fine." He sighed, pretending to be indifferent, but kind of pleased that he would have a place to go other than his house or the hospital.

"You can come right after school, because we go to the same school!" she said, feeling the need to add the obvious information.

"Whatever."

"And this is my home!" Mikan gestured to a large white house with ionic columns right in front of the doorway. She closed her fingers around the gold doorknob and opened the crystal glass and oak doors. They took off their shoes and started walking around on the beige marble and shining floor.

"Momma, Daddy, I'm home! Natsume's with me too!" Mikan hollered through the house. Holding an unwilling Natsume's hand, she dragged him to the living room after putting down their stuff.

"Mikan!" her mother, Yuka, scolded her as she stepped into the living room, her familiar brown hair up in a messy bun. "Your brother is sleeping. If you wake him up, you'll be in big trouble."

Natsume's eyes narrowed at the dismissive attitude to his friend. Mikan's expression faltered for a minute, but she started smiling again. "Sorry momma! Can we go to the park?"

"Absolutely not! I have so much to do with Aoi. Make yourself a snack and stay out of the way." She hissed at Mikan.

She stomped out of the room to go take care of business that was more pressing than her daughter. Mikan's face fell and her head dropped. She weakly pulled on Natsume's hand and whispered, "Come on, we'll make a snack."

Natsume felt so bad, that he decided to break rule of being cold just this once. He held her back and pulled her into a hug. She buried her face into his shoulder and he patted her head, slightly uncomfortable. After a few minutes, she was beaming once again, and forcing him into the kitchen so she could feed him.

So, that was the first chapter! A little adorable tiny Natsume and Mikan :3

We will see them grow, and hopefully mature *yeah right* in the next chapter! I'll see you then~!