Mangas were thrown, spiders were on the loose. In which an all-out competition ensues from a single goal—to find Natsume Hyuuga's weakness and be bestowed upon the most unattainable title of them all: Tamer of the Black Cat. One shot.

She thought that chestnuts and him were her most favourite things in the world. Short story. One shot, NXM.

"I, Sakura Mikan, swear that as a Knight, I will serve my master and only him. His wish will be my every command, and i will only serve his interests. The biggest shame for a Knight would be the death of their master, and their greatest glory is to die in their service. As Knights, we will protect our masters, and till my death do us part."

Chaos in the form of an envelope and sealed off with a heart. The mad scramble for that one love letter in her hands. Mikan has received a love letter, and how can our hero sit back? "I am going to tear both the letter and the sender to shreds." Natsume hissed.

Because Natsume was a hopeless cause, the guys had a get-together where they gave out tips on being the best boyfriend. Because Natsume is, well, Natsume, he ignored all conventions and went in straight for the kill. One shot.

And then I watched his lips twist into the most evil smirk that haunted me till this day. "I will remember you, Mikan Sakura." He started to thrash when they dragged him away, but his eyes never left mine. "When I get out, I will surely, most definitely find you. Then, without a doubt, I will hunt you down. I will kill you." His voice echoed.

Hotaru looked her straight in the eyes. "Listen, Mikan. Remember all those names. They are the most powerful people in the school, or the whole of Japan. Avoid them. If you cross paths, walk the other way immediately. Do not even look their way. Once they find out you are mute, your life here will be hell."