~Flight H1127~
SUMMARY: Natsume Hyuuga has to marry before his 23rd birthday to inherit his family business. In Paris, he is dating Koizumi Luna, a popular model, but he finds her cheating on him with his best friend, Ruka. Stressed, Natsume leaves for Japan. Will he find true love at last with anyone? Or will Luna ruin everything again?
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NOTE: OOC Alert. No Alices. Sorry, Natsume is supposed to date Luna first in this fic. And, Ruka did not actually steal Luna from Natsume! He's already dating *someone else*.
NxM / RxH
This is a NxM and a RxH no matter how the prologue sounds different.
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gakuen Alice.
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By The Way:
This story has NO profanities. Well, you may see some now in some of the other chapters, but I'm busy changing them all.
The newer version of the summary will be kept for the one on show, but in the chapters, the summary (see above) is the original.
Reviews are appreciated, but I welcome flames that are constructive. Thanks! :D
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Flight - Prologue
Natsume Hyuuga was silent. His father had summoned him to his office in Paris for a little talk.
'Natsume, you do know that Grandfather's will says that you have to marry by the age of 23 in order for you to properly inherit the family business, right?'
Natsume nodded. 'Well then,' said his exasperated father, 'why do you keep escaping from every single omiai (arranged marriage) I send you to? Your mother is not delighted either.'
Natsume sighed. 'Father. I am already 21. And I do have a girlfriend. How can I betray her and go for the arranged marriage meetings? She is upset with me whenever I do that, and I'm trying to be serious about my relationship with her.'
'I know you have a girlfriend, Natsume. But in that case, since you two have been dating for 4 years, why don't you ask for her hand in marriage already?'
Natsume was stunned by his father's question. 'Father. I'm not sure whether I truly want to be with her for the rest of my life yet.'
Mr. Hyuuga's eyebrows rose. 'What do you mean?'
'Recently, Luna's been rather strange.'
Koizumi Luna was a world-famous model. Many famous clothing brands had hired her to strut down runways wearing their latest designs. She was also Natsume's girlfriend. Everybody knew this fact.
'Well, I like Luna myself, son. She's nice, not like those fan-girls we both have to run from.' Natsume snickered and his father smiled.
'But, Father. I'm not sure whether Luna just wants me for money or whether she really loves me.'
'What? So you've dated her for 4 years and you still don't know her true nature?'
'Father, she's strange sometimes, though I've learnt to accept that fact. She can be very elusive. Whenever I ask her stuff, she evades the question.'
'That's mysterious,' commented his father. 'Hmm.'
'That's why I still haven't asked Luna to marry me yet.'
'Anyway you have to marry someone by your 23rd birthday, or you can't inherit Hyuuga International from me.'
Natsume smirked. 'No way am I letting that happen.'
His father laughed. 'Go on then, Natsume; but you better marry somebody you're sure you love. Have fun with Luna. I suppose you two are going on a date, seeing as you are dressed very nicely?' Natsume smiled slightly. 'No. I'm just going to drop by her house for awhile.'
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Koizumi Luna stared at the man who had pressed her doorbell. 'What do you want?' she asked politely.
The blonde man her age standing outside her house nodded slightly at her. 'We haven't met yet. My name's Ruka Nogi. I used to live here in France. I'm Natsume's best friend.'
Luna's eyebrows rose. 'Oh. He mentioned you sometimes.'
'Can I come in?'
'Sure.' Ruka stepped into the house slowly and observed the room. 'Nice place.'
'It's fine for me. By the way, my name's Luna Koizumi.'
'Natsume told me a lot about you. Seems like he really loves you.' Luna smiled serenely.
'I guess so.'
'Listen, Luna. I know what you want from Natsume,' said Ruka slowly. Luna's body froze.
'What?'
'Natsume told me how you guys met.' Luna smirked. 'Oh, really? I see…'
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4 Years Ago
'Isn't that Natsume Hyuuga?' thought Luna, staring at her family-run café's newest customer. 'Hmmm.'
An idea started to sprout in her mind. If I can just play my cards right… She went over to Natsume's table.
'Hello.'
Natsume looked up from his newspaper and saw a rather pretty young lady his age.
'…Hello.'
'What are you doing here?'
Natsume stared at her. 'Reading my newspaper?' Why isn't this girl drooling all over me?
'Oh, yes. Your grandfather died, didn't he? It's reported in today's newspaper.' asked Luna carefully. Natsume put his paper on the table.
'How do you know who I am?'
Luna smiled. Who didn't know Natsume Hyuuga, one of the handsomest, richest teens in the world?
'I recognised your face.' It wasn't a lie.
'Hn.'
'Anyway, why did you come here?'
'I thought you asked me that already?'
'No, that was phrased differently.'
Natsume grunted. 'Whatever.'
Luna had played her cards right. She had figured out that the best way to get close to Natsume was to NOT act like a fan-girl. She'd succeeded to an extent and they exchanged numbers. The next day, Natsume called her and asked her out.
This was the start of their relationship. Natsume had thought that she wasn't that bad. After all, she didn't seem to squeal over him like most girls did.
Later Luan had told Natsume that she was working in her family's café in order to make some money to start her career in modelling when she was 20. Natsume helped her a little in this front.
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'Well?' asked Ruka. 'I know you just want Natsume's money, right?'
Luna smirled. 'Naturally. But he is hot.'
Ruka's eyes narrowed. 'I will not let my best friend marry someone like you.'
Luna laughed. She came closer to Ruka, who shivered slightly.
'W-What do you want?' Outside the house, a Ferrari stopped and a raven-haired man climbed out of his car, a bouquet of roses in his hand.
Luna pressed her lips on his. Ruka's eyes went wide.
The door opened. Luna's spine froze. She tore her lips from Ruka's and whirled around to face…
A very angry, upset and pissed-off Natsume Hyuuga.
'Ruka. What. Are. You. Doing. To. Luna?'
Ruka gasped. 'N-Natsume! I didn't do anything!'
Natsume snorted. His crimson eyes flashed, and hurt was in them. He tossed the bouquet he'd been carrying onto the floor.
Luna stared. 'Natsume, what are you doing?'
Natsume stared at the two of them, eyes filled with hate.
'Ruka, you're my best friend. Right?'
Ruka's eyes widened.
'You should've known better than to touch my girlfriend.'
Natsume stood in front of Ruka and raised his hand.
SLAP.
Luna shrieked. 'Natsume! He's your best friend! Why did you hit him?'
'He's not my best friend anymore. Get out of here, Ruka.'
Ruka's head was bowed and he said nothing. He went out of the house immediately and called a taxi to take him to the airport.
Natsume closed the door. 'Now, Luna. As for you.'
Luna stared at him again. 'What?'
'I don't want to see you ever again.' Natsume left the house.
Luna followed him out. He got into his Ferrari and was about to shut the door when Luna pulled it open.
'Natsume! Don't leave me!' Natsume snorted for the third time.
'I decided that the moment I saw you kissing Ruka. Now scram.' He pushed her roughly and she fell onto the pavement.
As quick as lightning, Natsume slammed the door shut and the Ferrari peeled off down the tarmac, leaving Luna far behind.
Luna burst into tears. 'No,' she thought wildly. 'No, Natsume's left me! My dream – it's gone…'
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A red Ferrari zoomed down the expressway towards France's main airport.
In the car, Natsume was talking to his father.
'Yes, I'm leaving France. And yes, I caught Ruka with Luna so I've broken up with her.'
His father's voice was frantic. 'But, son! How are you going to get married?'
Natsume's voice was filled with determination. 'I'll find a girl who isn't like Luna or a fan.'
'How sure are you of accomplishing that?'
Natsume was silent. 'One percent,' he said finally.
His father groaned. 'Of all the females in the world, most of them just have to be attracted to you.'
'That's the problem,' said Natsume. 'Now, Father, I've booked a ticket to Japan.'
'What? You're going to Japan? Where our company HQ is?'
'Yes. My passport's with me. I went to my apartment to get it and some luggage.'
'Well then, I'll count on you to take care of the business there for awhile?'
'Sure.'
'Good luck on a new girlfriend, son.'
Natsume smirked. 'Hopefully, she won't like me for my money or looks.'
His father was puzzled. 'What do you mean?'
'Don't worry. I'll be fine. See you.'
'Bye,' said a still-confused Mr. Hyuuga.
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A certain amethyst-eyed girl wearing dark aviator shades got out of the taxi in France's main airport. She took her luggage out of the boot, paid the driver and went inside the airport.
This young lady of 20 was called Hotaru Imai. She was the heiress of the company Imai Incorporations. It was known world-wide.
The heiress had been in Paris, the city of Love, with her boyfriend on a sight-seeing holiday. Her boyfriend had gone off to do some other thing, and had said that he'd taken the earlier flight to Japan first, so she was having to go back on her own.
Actually, she appeared calm, but truth be told, she was rather annoyed with her boyfriend for leaving her behind like that.
Hotaru went to the ticket counter to buy a business-class ticket seat on the exclusive private flight for high-flying executives - Flight H1127.
This plane had only 30 seats, and was for people flying from France to Japan and vice-versa. The ticket was incredibly expensive.
Hotaru handed the woman at the counter her Visa.
A minute later, her boarding pass was in her hand, and the Visa was safely in her leather wallet.
'So my seat is Seat 6, huh? Wonder who's sitting in 5? The woman just now told me today all the seats were taken except 6 so I HAD to take it…'
Hotaru went through the gate, flashed her passport, boarding pass and ticket, and her luggage was taken off to be put into the plane. Hotaru now had only her handbag with her.
She settled down in Seat 6, which was next to the window. There was nobody in Seat 6 yet, but many executives were beginning to board the plane.
She sighed and pulled out the flight tray attached to the the back of the seat in front of her, and took out her personal Imai Incorporations laptop. The flight would take some time; she might as well spend it properly.
The laptop booted up, and Hotaru smiled to see the display screen's main picture – a picture of her and her best friend Sakura Mikan on one of their recent shopping trips.
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Natsume Hyuuga parked his Ferrari in the airport carpark, not caring that many people were staring at the sleek machine. He would have to fly it over later. Or he could just buy another car in Japan and save on freight cost…
Natsume went inside the airport, shades on. He lugged his suitcase behind him. He went straight to the counter where they sold Flight H1127 tickets. He'd already pre-booked his ticket of course.
The lady at the counter handed him his boarding pass. Natsume looked at his seat ticket. Seat 5? Right…
He boarded the plane and found Seat 5. A young woman about his age with short raven hair was in Seat 6. She was typing away on an exclusive Imai Incorporations laptop.
Natsume was impressed. That company had made only 50 of these laptops. This woman must be very rich. His father had one of those laptops, which were heavily priced. They were 99% reliable though. He sat down in his seat.
'Hello,' he said coolly. The woman stared at him and raised an eyebrow. She was pretty hot. Natsume smirked and pulled his shades off, expecting the woman to squeal.
She did nothing. Even when she saw his face. 'What?'
Natsume was stunned. 'Wow. You're the first woman I've met who doesn't blink an eye at me when they see my face.' Natsume wasn't counting Luna.
Hotaru rolled her eyes. 'Who are you?'
Natsume's eyes widened. 'My name's Natsume Hyuuga. You?'
'I'm Hotaru Imai,' said the woman calmly, though her eyes were bright behind her shades. This guy was Ruka's best friend, right?
Natsume was taken aback. 'You…'
'I'm the heiress of Imai Incorporations.'
'Oh. I'm the heir of Hyuuga International.'
'I know.'
'Right.'
'What do you want?' asked Hotaru.
'Well. You seem interesting to talk to. I mean, no other girl's been this way to me before.'
Hotaru snorted. 'I already have a boyfriend if you're trying to pick me up. I wouldn't dream of cheating on him.'
'Speaking of cheating,' said Natsume. 'You know who I'm dating right?'
'Who doesn't know Luna Koizumi?'
'Right. I caught her making out with my best friend.' Hotaru stopped typing on her laptop.
'You are not serious.' Hotaru's face expression looked like she wanted to murder someone.
'Yes, I am.' Natsume was wondering why this Hotaru woman looked so incredulous.
'When did you see this?'
'I was visiting Luna at her house and I caught him making out with Luna.'
Hotaru was way annoyed now. Was this why Ruka had gone off to do 'something'?
'Who's your best friend?' Hotaru needed to make sure.
'Sorry, he asked me not to tell anyone his identity. He doesn't want to be in the spotlight. Whatever. He's not my best friend anymore, and I've broken up with Luna.'
Hotaru nodded understandingly. Ruka was like that.
The pilot's voice rang over the intercom. 'All passengers, please put on your seatbelts. Flight H1127 is departing for Narita Airport in Japan, Tokyo now. Please put on your seatbelts.'
'By the way,' Hotaru said as the two of them locked their seatbelts.
'What?' The plane was moving towards the runway.
'Why are you telling me all this?'
'There's no one else to talk to.'
'I see.' Hotaru shut her eyes as the plane took off, thinking: I'm gonna kill Ruka when I get back.
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Author's Note: I don't know how good this is. I'll try to continue it :) Hopefully the plot currently interests you enough to click the green button below. By the way, if anyone even wants to remotely know, I made up the flight name as H1127 for a reason. If anyone can figure it out and tell me either through reviews or PMs, the next chapter will be dedicated to you. Thanks! ~Najika-chan
