Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice. It is owned by the great mangaka Higuchi Tachibana.

Summary: Take a peek inside the mind of a cutie and demon-controller rolled into one, Hijiri Youichi. Youichi misses his parents very much, but luckily, he finds a mommy and a daddy! How cute! ((evil snicker))

A/N: I was bored. Since I didn't see fics in Youichi's POV, I decided to make one.

Youichi's age is the same as in the series. Cute cute Youichi! (He's mine! All mine!)

((cuddles Youichi))

A Day Inside the Mind of Hijiri Youichi

Chapter 1: The Funky Family

Youichi wandered to his classroom and pushed the door open. He ignored the stares of the girls who were giggling and/or gawking at him and the terrified stares a few people gave him.

This is boring, he pouted. I want to see Natsume onii-chan!

He settled on his seat, took out a coloring book then began.. well.. uh.. coloring, of course! He stared at the picture of the 8-headed dragon he was about to work on. He stuck out his tongue at it and colored the dragon a shocking pink.

He got tired of it then threw the crayon somewhere in the classroom, which the giggling girls tried in vain to catch it. He jumped up and exited the classroom.

They're annoying, he glowered. Leave me alone, hags!

He made his way to his onii-chan's classroom then knocked. Sumire opened the door and gave him a sugary smile. "Oh, Youichi!" she cooed. "How nice of you to drop by to see me!"

He glowered yet again at her and stuck out his tongue. "You're a hag. Go away", he said, cutely.

He pushed past her and saw his beloved onii-chan.

He broke into a run and yelled, "Natsume onii-chan! Natsume onii-chan!"

Natsume looked up from his shounen manga and hoisted him up on his lap. "What's up, Youichi?"

He made a cute face at Natsume and said, "I was bored and the girls with cooties were bothering me again."

Natsume gave a little chuckle at that. "And what did you do?"

"I called them hags!" Youichi quipped.

"Atta boy, Youichi! That's the way to do it!"

"So I was right", a voice said wryly. "You are poisoning the boy's mind with your rudeness."

They both turned to see the source of the voice and found a scowling Mikan.

"So what is it to you, polka dots?" Natsume smirked at her, teasingly.

"Why you.. I'm gonna kill you, Natsume!" Mikan yelled. She was about to charge at Natsume when she was stopped by what Youichi had said.

"Mommy.", came Youichi's small voice.

"Huh?", came both Natsume and Mikan's confused voices.

"You both fight like a couple", he explained, adorably. "So maybe you're my mommy! Mommy Mikan!"

Mikan froze at this and the look on Natsume's face was completely priceless!

Mikan blinked but Youichi was still smiling at her. He then rushed and put his little arms around Mikan's neck. "Mommy!"

"…", came from Mikan and Natsume.

"…", was the class' reaction.

"Mommy, please don't fight with Daddy anymore!", Youichi pleaded, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes.

That did it.

The class roared with laughter. Except for Sumire, that is. She looked positively murderous and jealous. What a daft girl Sumire is, thinking Youichi would actually consider her as his "Mommy". Hahahaha!

Kokoroyomi let out a whoop of laughter and was actually pounding his table with glee. "That was classic!"

Natsume and Mikan went red and turned away from each other while Youichi remained oblivious to this.

"I have a Mommy and a Daddy now! I'm their baby!" he said happily.

That only made the class laugh even harder.

Yuu-chan was laughing and though Hotaru didn't laugh or say anything, her eyes danced with amusement.

Natsume was getting redder and redder while Mikan tried in vain to save her dignity. But of course, she couldn't say anything, as she was afraid of demons. And Natsume having a soft spot for Youichi, couldn't say anything either.

What a wonderful day for a complete family! ((snicker, snicker))

A/N: Okay okay, I'm sorry! Couldn't resist! I know it was a bit rushed. I just had to write something! Enjoy! REVIEWS, please!

Mianhamnida, I added 2 more chapters after all! ((evil laugh)) Please R&R. ((grins))