Hi so I'm the new owner for this story and I hope you'll enjoy! Thank SilvCyanide for letting be be the new owner. I do not own (I wish I did) Gakuen Alice.
"Princess! Please don't run in the halls! Princess!"
The cries of the servants rang out in the halls, panicked and anxious as they searched for their missing princess who, as expected, had disappeared pattering down the halls the moment her tutor's head was turned. It wasn't her fault, Mikan would say, she just really couldn't bear to sit still and listen to the tutor drone on about something related to the country's history or whatever.
Mikan giggled to herself, low and sweet as she darted around the corner just as her personal maids appeared at the end of the hall she was in. She was quickly acquainted with the carpeted floor when she ran smack into a solid figure and landing painfully on her butt with her nose just the slightest bit sore. Looking up, she was struck by piercing crimson eyes glaring at her in annoyance when the owner of said eyes clicked his tongue and muttered out,
"Oi, Polka, you have eyes. Use them. Next time, remember to watch where you're going!" At that, his frown morphed into a razor-sharp smirk and the following comment nearly made Mikan see red.
"Though, with how stupid you are it's not surprising. You wouldn't notice even if you ran into quicksand and were stuck."
Mikan flushed with anger and pointed her finger in his face, growling out,
"Natsume, how mean! How could you say that to me... Wait, did you just call me Polka?"
Mentally counting down five seconds as he walked away, Natsume smirked to himself as he heard the familiar cry of 'Pervert!' ring out behind him. He didn't see her p*** this time, but he couldn't resist goading her on. It seemed like Mikan was just there to be teased.
Mikan awoke with a start, breath coming in pants and sweat drenching the back of her night dress and her pillow. She pressed a cold hand to her burning forehead and calmed down, the dream slowly coming back to her in bits and pieces and then all at once. Now sixteen years old, the formerly adorable and sweet little princess lived in an unassuming house on the fringes of the city with nobody but her teachers, most trusted maids and her butler (a kind and mischievous big-brotherly type person by the name of Andou Tsubasa) privy to her whereabouts. The reason for such actions - completely necessary - was that Mikan was on the run. Nine years ago, there was a fire that erupted at the castle and consumed the entirety of the castle grounds, eating away at the masonry and the red banners until there was nothing left but charred rocks and the burnt remains of those too slow to run away, like her family. Mikan had been the lucky one, having been out longer than usual in the forest where she had gotten caught up in hunting for flowers, it wasn't until after the fire had broken out did she return home.