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First Name: Mai (Dance)
Middle Name: Hikaru (to shine)
Last Name: Miyu (beautiful + Gentle)
Age: 10
Alice1: the power to manipulate people's emotions, actions and thoughts with dance, music and jewels made of hidden factors of a situation or history of an object.
Alice 2: She can also make these magical stones which give her other magical powers (e.g.) the power to fly, the way it work follows the same principle as her other Alice.
Hair: very dark navy to black hair
Eyes: Dark reddish colour to purple
Love interest: She won't say, you'll find out
Friends: she claims to have none and says she needs none
AUTHER'S Note: Please comment after, it helps me a lot hope you enjoy!
Mai's P.O.V:
I stared at the looming dark gates.
I saw through the bright mask of the school and saw a dark and deathly mist that shrouded, I could tell that it was created by hatred, pain and anxiety; it came particularly from one very strong source.
I had a flash back of the letter I received and that day.
I woke up to see a letter at my desk top; it said:
'Dear Mai, your parents have decided to send you to Gakuen Alice.
By a new law you can not see your parents now you've read this, it has been my mission to watch over your dance work, music work and the Alice you found out about whilst dancing and their effects to really see if the talent you have is an Alice.
Narumi- sense will pick you up tomorrow at 8.00 be ready.
Tell this top secret information and you'll be punished on your first day!
Burn this after reading.
Oh and take any thing you need.'
I had been so shocked at the news, I didn't cry like kids normally would have done, instead I created an invisible vortex that drained out only my anger and sadness and created a stone in the palm of my hand.
The stone was cold and it was deceiving to the eye, its colour if you held it at an angle in the light imitated a rare glance of an emotion that time only could return to.
End of flash back
I unfolded my palm; I held the stone firmly before putting it in my new school uniform pocket as the black car that I was seated in drew in to the school drive.
I drew away from the window, I couldn't bear to see that teacher's face, Narumi what ever, like I'd ever call him teacher!
I swung open the car door reluctantly open and curiously tiptoed out in to the chilly air as if it was poisoned.
I suddenly notice a boy resting on a branch of a cherry tree with a comic book over his face; I could just make out his raven hair as I stumbled behind the ranting on Narumi.
Suddenly I bumped head first in to a girl of my age, I fell back and reality was knocked in to me.
She had brown hair in bunches, her eyes were a soft pastel brown, I glared up at her, I ignored her hand which was held down to me.
"Tch, watch it, dunno' why your so happy to be here." I could tell by just looking at her that she was one of those happy go lucky, ditzy, annoying girls.
She bowed at me before saying, "I see you've lost Narumi-sense, I'm so sorry, you must be new, and I'm Sakura Mikan."
I glanced at her wearily, I slowly reached in my pocket for my stone.
End of Mai's P.O.V
Mai shoved her emotions all together and created yet another jewel, no one noticed but at least she felt a bit relieved.
Suddenly the young brunette we knew oh so very well clutched on to Mai's arm and dragged her off towards her best friend.
"This is my best friend Imai Hotaru" Mai emotionlessly stared at Hotaru who returned the exact oblivious gaze. Suddenly Hotaru got out her baka gun and aimed at Mai, "do any thing and I blast your head in."
She must have seen Mai reach in to her pocket again to get out the stone because though Hotaru sent no emotion the blank gaze meddled and twisted Mai's thoughts.
Mai stepped back before shaking Mikan off her and running off with out a word. Out of the blue and stood behind Mikan was Natsume, "Yo, polka dots who's that?"
Mikan stared at the boy who was taller than her by more than just a few inches, why did he want to know?
Mai looked out from a hedge to which she'd secretly hidden behind; she was about a meter away from the small group.
The same source of eerie energy from the letter, the depths of the darkest cracks from the school became so strong to her that her head hurt.
Images a weird boy with a cat mask entwined in to her head, she forced them in to one big jewel.
This caused her great pain and as she rapidly tried to get rid of this person's awful memories she screamed as if being attacked.
Before passing out she limply tried to stand up before dizzily falling to the floor, next to a massive black stone the size of her head.