I do not own Gakuen Alice, and so far none of my OCs are in this chapter

I do not own Gakuen Alice, and so far none of my OCs are in this chapter.

Drop Dead Gorgeous

It's midnight when we finally realise

It's only just beginning

Daemon Koneko

Chapter One.

Breaking the first memory

My fault.

Black, grey, white, all the other colours had been drained from the world. Tears stinging at my eyes, but nobody cared for a small, lost girl. Not in this cruel world. Footsteps, fast and thumping, echoing the rapid beat of my heart; the footsteps of my pursuers. Their murderers.

My family was dead. I had seen them all, the blackened bodies, burnt beyond recognition. Their screams pounded my head, their everlasting screams, their last words. My second eldest brother had hidden me, while my eldest brother had tried to hold them off. They had both died, and it was all my fault.

My legs were aching as I turned the corner, lungs gasping for any oxygen that I was inhaling in short pants. They were coming, catching up to me, their legs so much longer than mine. Their voices were coming nearer and nearer. I glanced ahead of me, a train track. Thud, thud, thud, the sound of the train coming closer, I had to cross, I was out of control, and if I didn't they would catch me. My foot crunched down onto the track as the barrier closed behind me. It all happened at once. The glowing headlights pinned me like a hunter that had found its rabbit, my eyes widened in fear, the screech of the train as the driver slammed down on the breaks. Too late.

There was a sudden rush of air, a burning feeling and a thud as something hard hit me on the back of the head, and pain, lots of it.

And then it was all gone.

All of it.

My fault.

They were kicking me out. It wasn't to be unexpected I suppose, they had been my eleventh foster family to do so. I suppose I was just an unlovable child, but that was no excuse for them. They hadn't even tried to make me fit in. My ex-big brother held me up but the collar and stared straight into my eyes with his fierce brown ones. It was a pity. Out of all of my eleventh family, he was the kindest to me, and these cruel people were making him do the dirty work, i.e. kicking me out.

I was Mikan Sakura, an orphan. That was all I knew of my past; my name and my status…and fear, the rest of it was just black. I suppose that was a good thing, because I had tasted fear before I had even gone to any family. My ex-brother slammed me onto the ground, stones scattering everywhere. "Leave now," he forced the words out in front of his family, "Scum." I could see behind his eyes he was begging me, please, just leave before you get hurt, just leave, please, I am sorry. Slowly, I rose to me feet, brushing the stones out of my grazes. I nodded to him and turned, not looking back at the rest of my eleventh family.

I heard their relieved laughter as they went back into the safety of their house.

Bastards.

I know I couldn't have what I wanted. I know I couldn't have what other people took for granted. What I wanted was a family, a home, and someone to hold. I haven't hugged someone for longer than I could remember. Maybe I did when I was a child, since I lost my memory at the age of six. I had been in my first year of school when it happened. I stared down the abandoned road; I didn't know where to go as I had nowhere to go. My footsteps were slow as I sauntered along.

"Hmmm, a lost little kitten, eh?" a male voice stopped me; I turned, my eyes narrowing, searching through the dark of a narrow alleyway. The man chuckled, his voice the only sound in the area. "You look suspicious, as you should be. You seem to be the streetwise kind of person. You would survive well in the real world."

I raised an eyebrow, "You call this surviving? I've just been kicked out again." I took up a defensive stance. This man was not going to touch me. He laughed again, the sound grinding in my ears. As he stepped out into the light, I saw he wasn't the ugly man I had pictured. No, he was definitely not an ugly, dirty, fat old geezer, he was quite the opposite; handsome, clean, slim but muscular and young. His red-brown hair gleamed, obviously it had been washed recently, and his purple eyes striking. He was older though. I snorted; his charms wouldn't work on me.

"You have a gift, young one," he commented, "A gift no ordinary human has." I eyed him warily, not dropping my defences, and he chuckled again. "You can stop that now, I mean no harm, just merely curious," his eyes gleamed, "I'm Reo." He eyed her like a vulture circling its prey. "You have potential, once we get you cleaned up and get you some decent clothes." He clicked his fingers, "Sorry, little kitten, I don't think you have a choice in this anymore." Out of the darkness, completely silently, and to my shock, came six black-clad men. They came at me like lions, diving for their prey.

Natsume Hyuuga was just regaining consciousness. He was sitting on something cold, ice-cold. He grunted, annoyed, wishing he was a faster seat warmer. But he had a more important issue at hand. Exactly where the hell was he? His sight was slowly coming to his fierce crimson eyes. Bars; not exactly chocolate bars or bars of gold, but steel bars; prison bars."Dammit," he growled, lunging towards the metal poles the kept him in. He reached forward to touch them, grab them, but there was a zap of electricity and Natsume cursed.

Electrical prison bars. Joy.

Footsteps, echoing down the dark, cold, cement passageway; Natsume flung himself down, pretending to still be out cold. The feet stopped at his prison, "Hyuuga is still out cold, I was hoping he'd wake up by now so I could bring him upstairs. Put the girl inside, we have no spare cells, he'll have to put up with her when she wakes up." Natsume opened his eyes so they were slits. A dust-covered, unconscious female was hanging limp in an unknown person's arms. Just like he had been. They tossed her into the cell and quickly closed it with a sharp loud crash. The girl twitched at the noise. "I need to get back upstairs to the models," said the voice. The footsteps faded away and Natsume awoke with a start, his gaze turning to the girl. Beneath the mud, blood and dirt, there was an angelic face, twisted in defiance, her arms were splayed out like wings and her legs limp. Her clothes were old and worn and her hair, once it had been washed would be a beautiful colour. Natsume had an eye for potential.

A groan escaped from the girl's dry and cracked lips, she was stirring. Her eyelids began to flutter and a hand reached up to touch her head, "Errgh…" her mouth only mouthed the next words. Natsume read them, 'killer headache, what happened?' He smirked, yep, just like him. She dragged herself up and the raven-haired guy offered no help at all. She winced as she leaned on a recent bruise, "Bastards, I didn't expect to be attacked by them all at once. Bloody painful." There was movement out of the corner of her eye and she spun warily to face Natsume. "Who are you? Are you with them as well?!" she asked coldly.

Natsume replied with iciness to rival her own, "Does it look like it, stupid girl? I'm in the same situation as you." He was going to kill Imai, if it wasn't for her and her bloody debts he wouldn't even be here.

The girl grunted, "I'm never going to trust any pretty boys ever again." She began to examine her new injuries, "Potential…my arse…just a trap." She was muttering to herself. She combed back the knotted brown hair away from her face and retrieved a dirty hanky from her pocket and began to wipe the blood from her face. Natsume snorted; if anything that was going to make it dirtier, not cleaner.

Suddenly, without warning, two hands reached out and grabbed them both by their hair. The girl snarled in protest, reaching up with her own sharp-nailed hands to scratch the living daylights out of her harasser. "Well, well, well," a familiar voice caused both teens to freeze, "Look who has woken up. Welcome, little kitten and Natsume Hyuuga." Natsume turned to see two sparking purple eyes, Reo. "Bring them, if they try to resist, use your alices on them." Reo turned and began to lead the company up a flight of hard cement stairs.

Bright light. I had to close my eyes as the unnatural light burnt my retina. The force on my hair didn't cease. There were gasps, sighs, chants and quiet chatter. "Who is that girl, she doesn't belong here! I mean look at her, she looks like a pig that rolled in mud! The guy however…he looks even better than Reo-sama!" I wanted to shut myself away in a hole. This was why I didn't like going out in public. I attracted unwanted, nasty attention. "As if he is going to let her join us, she isn't worth it. She is probably the new cleaner or cafeteria girl." I snapped open my eyes, I couldn't take it anymore; I would show them who wasn't worth it.

I blinked, I was surrounded by beauties, strutting their stuff. They were staring right back at me; and they were not the oh-so-glad-to-meet-you stares but the wtf-is-she-doing-here-the-useless-swine stares that I usually got. I rolled my eyes, yep, just the same as it was anywhere. The force on my hair increased as I realised that I had stopped walking, I also received some pressure on the pressure point of my back, making me wince.

There was the sound of a door opening and I was thrown onto the floor, but the force had gone. There was another thud as the guy from the prison fell to the carpet as well. "Well, well, well," the bastard, Reo, spoke from above us, "my little wildcat and black cat, welcome to my company; Drop Dead Gorgeous."

I felt like laughing.

Right so, that's it for the first chapter. Please review. I love reviews, don't you?

DK