This is my first ever fanfic, so I hope it's good, and please review it! I (obviously) do not own Gakuen Alice.
Prologue
A bead of sweat glistened, hanging off her chin indecisively, as if it hadn't yet decided whether or not it wanted to fall. Her eyes darted about, taking in information, processing it and making decisions. This particular decision was a difficult one, not unlike the decision she had to make 10 years ago. On that day it was snowing, the beautiful white slush piling up high, like tonight. Blood stands out on snow.
There was no denying it, they were completely surrounded. On all sides were expressionless men, their eyes hidden behind reflective lenses. They might be anyone, they might have children, a wife, a white kitten they called socks, but now they were stone, cold and unmoving. The odds were not good.
"Yuka, I can teleport us out of here."
"No, you've already used up too much energy to teleport all three of us."
"There's no other way! I can teleport you two, then hold them off here..."
"That's too much of a risk, Shiki, the teleportation alice isn't yours naturally, if you don't teleport with us we could end up anywhere, or even worse, stuck in between."
Shiki was starting to get impatient, "Then what do you want us to do?! There's no other solution."
The woman, Yuka, looked around once more, thinking of all possible solutions and weighing them up carefully. The attackers were reluctant to harm them, obviously sent by the principal, but they didn't have infinite patience, soon things would get dangerous. The longer she waited the less likely they would get away safely. Yuka looked at the sleeping girl lying in her arms. Mikan. Yuka then made her decision and gently rested her hand on the girl's forehead. When Shiki saw what she was doing his eyes widened.
'Do you remember what we discussed?" asked Yuka.
"No..., I can't just leave you! That man...if he catches you-" Shiki felt as if his entire universe had collapsed. He did remember what Yuka had told him, the first night when Mikan was with them. He had just filed it away in the back of his mind, hoping it would never come to that.
"More important than life itself," now Yuka was pleading, "please, you know how I feel; you promised that you wouldn't hesitate!"
He clenched his fists "But that's because I thought that...with these hands I would protect you, I thought that if I was by your side it would never get to this stage..."
"This was bound to happen eventually. Please, just this one thing." With that Yuka handed over the motionless girl, forcing him to accept the burden.
It was at this moment that the enemy ran out of patience. There was a great rumbling of the earth as it churned underneath their feet, trying to dislodge them from solid ground. The expressionless men started to move in, their guns raised at shoulder level. Yuka took one of Shiki's hands in both of hers. "Please." Suddenly she jumped back dodging a small boulder that had flung itself at her, Shiki looked up and prepared to shield against the large chunk of cement flying at them, before realizing that with his arms full holding Mikan he couldn't shield. The cement was coming closer, shaking loose soil free as it catapulted through the air. Shiki jumped out of the way at the last minute, cursing as it scraped against his leg. He turned around to check if Yuka was alright and then he saw. Her face was framed by a bulky arm clad in black, a gun pointed at her head. The world froze. The sun was setting, turning the sky a deep red, reflecting onto the snow, making it look awash with blood.
Yuka looked him in the eye, begging him silently. Please, more important than life itself.
Shaking with grief and anger and frustration, Shiki gathered up the strength inside himself before hugging Mikan tighter. The faceless men started to fire as they saw the man carrying the girl fade away, but it was too late; they were already gone.
The forest was enjoying the ritual peace that came just after sun down. Like a break between two busy shifts. The day creatures just settling down, the night creatures starting to stir. The appearance of Shiki and Mikan went largely unnoticed.
Shiki staggered to a nearby patch of grass, nearly tripping on the roots of a tree, blinded, as he was, by the tears in his eyes. There he lay Mikan down gently, brushing the hair out of her eyes, so similar to Yuka's, before dropping to his knees beside her. He leaned over Mikan, tears dropping from his cheeks to hers, and placed his hand on her forehead. He pulled the glittering wisps of her memory away from her head, and let the evening breeze carry them away, like loose strands of a spider's web.
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