Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice or any of its characters.
Summary: Mikan was sent faraway, to an Alice Academy in France. Four years later, she's back and very much changed... Instead of her usual cheerfulness, she acts with chilling coldness.
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Sakura Mikan carefully stepped out of the slim, black limousine, her face unsmiling. "Sakura-san, welcome back to the academy." One of the staff members said in a monotone voice and a small bow. He had been specifically told to treat this student with respect, orders from Kuonji himself.
"Thank you," Mikan said softly, "please escort my luggage to my room." The man's eyes widened. Escort? Who did this girl think she was? He was about to mouth a retort when footsteps sounded from behind him.
"Aito, take her luggage to her room." The elementary school's principal said coldly behind him. "Sakura-san, I'm sure you'll find your rooms comfortable." Aito regained his pride and quickly scurried toward the dorms with the rather heavy bags.
"Your uniform will be delivered shortly to your rooms, and if you ever need anything, just stop one of the robots in the hallway." The man, Aito, shot one glance at the pretty Sakura-san, wondering what Alice this girl had to make her so respected.
"Also, the blond teacher is waiting for you. Class is about to start- though, forgive me for saying this- you're nearly always late aren't you?" Mikan managed a small smirk before walking past him.
Even though she had been gone for four years, she still remembered the academy like the back of her hand. She wasn't quite as stupid as her so-called friends had thought she was. She walked dazed, as she remembered the past, the past that had influenced her decision to transfer.
Flashback- Four Years Ago- Class B
Mikan skipped happily toward the huge, wooden doors of Class B, humming softly, not suspecting anything. She was about to push the doors open when she heard a venomous voice hiss out, "She's so stupid! I don't get who she thinks she is, trying to hug me, (me!), Imai Hotaru, all the time."
Mikan's expression changed to confusion, shock, and finally, defeated understanding. She and Hotaru's friendship had been rocky for the past month, with her becoming a Triple Star, and then a principal student, but she didn't think she would do this.
Mikan pursed her lips angrily, realizing everyone was probably just taking advantage of her generous personality and her new-found Special Star allowance.
"I know, and how could she be a Special Star? She's the stupidest of all of us, maybe even stupider than Class A of this branch." Mikan recognized Nonoko's voice and her heart sank. She had thought they were her friends, people she could rely on to be there for her.
Apparently not, she allowed herself a small, pitying smile. This was what she got for protecting her 'friends'? She had gone on missions, for the past month, just because she didn't want Hotaru, Natsume, or anyone else getting hurt doing them.
A sound carried past the wooden doors again, and this time, she had to lean in to hear. "I bet she gets all her star ranking by sleeping with the principal. I mean, look at who her mother is, don't you think she'd turn out to be a slut too?" Mikan's hands clenched, and her teeth clicked together.
This voice wasn't particularly shocking, and she didn't understand why she still got angry over it. After all, hadn't she been antagonized by Sumire the whole year?
Mikan turned around on her heels and walked quickly, angrily, towards the Elementary School Principal's office. Students turned to stare, wondering why the popular, clumsy and happy-go-lucky Mikan wasn't smiling today.
She pushed the door open with enough force to leave a dent in the wall, anger mounting to a climax. "Ah, Mikan, I guess you've made your decision?" Kuonji turned around slowly in his swivel chair, his handsome features highlighted by Mikan's furiousness.
"Yes, I accept the proposal from the Alice Academy in France. I will go to study there." Kuonji raised an eyebrow at Mikan's cold voice, but said nothing. "Very well then, Sakura, please go pack your bags. Your flight will leave in exactly two hours and forty five minutes." She had gone, and packed, and left, all without telling anyone.
And she was proud of it. She didn't need useless, disloyal 'friends' to hold her back. Mikan smirked softly to herself, drawing stares and murmurs at her beauty. She had changed in the four years in France.
Her hair had been let loose from its prison in her two pigtails, falling in luscious, cascading curls on her back. Her eyelashes had grown out, framing her wide, innocent eyes and her high, prominent cheekbones.
Her nose had gotten slimmer, falling perfectly in line with her full, pink lips. Mikan smiled as she recalled her nickname at the Alice Academy in France. Rose vivace, the vivacious Rose.
She turned around the corner and guess who she just happened to have to crash into? Natsume Hyuuga, hot as ever and no doubt his ego had increase by a couple of universes.
"Oi, watch where you're going," He spared Mikan an extra glance, not recognizing the childish face of his crush. "Jeez, use your advice before you give it to others." Mikan snapped, annoyed.
Natsume turned to face her fully, just to grant her with a scalding glare. "Do you want to get burned?" He growled, a small, blue-red flame engulfing his hand."What's that supposed to do? Get me to go crying to my mommy?"Mikan said scathingly.
"This, now, this, is the Fire Alice." Suddenly, flames surround Mikan, blue, red, yellow ribbons of vicious fire whirling around her. Then it stopped as suddenly as it started. Natsume took a step back, fear showing in his crimson eyes. "Yeah, that's right, take a step back. I don't need people like you wasting my time, Hyuuga,"
Mikan took a shaky breath to come herself before she lost control. "I'm sorry, please accept our apologies," a blond-haired, blue eyed Ruka timidly responded. Mikan's left lip curled up at Ruka's fearful expression.
"No worries, Ruka-pyon, you're not the one I have a problem with." Returning Natsume's glare, she flippantly whirled around. When she had gotten to the other end of the hall, Mikan turned around and glanced at the duo again.
"Watch out, Hyuuga. When I'm here, no one can guarantee your safety.