This is my first story, so here goes…
Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Gakuen Alice or any of the characters. Tachibana Higuchi does. Not me.
Mikan POV
My eyes droop. I use all my will power to force them open. I can not afford to fall asleep in Yamato-sensei's class. I may not still be at Gakuen Alice but sensei was a demon teacher from the fiery pits of hell that could easily be related to Jin-Jin.
But it is too late. My head falls onto my desk in relief and I close my eyes. It was only going to be a few minutes. I promise myself that I wouldn't dream.
Bad things happen when I do.
I was in a dark room. Blood covered my hands. In front of me was a boy about ten years old. He had dark raven colored hair that stuck to his face from perspiration. His fierce eyes were an odd crimson color. They looked at me pleadingly.
"Mikan. Mikan." He whispered his voice hoarse. I noticed his lips for the first time.
They were rimmed with blood.
The smell of blood filled my nostrils choking me. The boy began coughing. Blood spotted his hands. Damn, the smell was strong. Inescapable. Suddenly a hole opened up swallowing the boy.
He stared at me accusingly. I reached for him but missed.
I screamed.
"Sakura-san," a pierce voice says my name. It's Yamato-sensei! Shit! How long was I asleep for?
I stand up and bow my head. My long hair-now worn down- hopefully hides my still sleepy blushing face.
"Sorry Yaoi-sensei," I realize my mistake too late and the class is in uproar. Stupid, I'm not supposed to call him by his secret nickname. "I mean sorry-"
"No need Sakura-san," I flinch at his tone blushing deeper than before. "I understand your mistake. I can't expect someone as… bright as you to bother remembering my name. That 38 on the last quiz is proof."
I clench and unclench my fist. No way in hell did he just imply that I'm stupid. What kind of teacher is he. He is a stupid, mean teacher from hell!
"But I might be so kind as to offer only mild retribution. Extra cleaning duties for a week." Stupid Yaoi/Yamoto-sensei turns around and goes back to his post in the front of the room.
His eyes don't leave me for the rest of class.
thrown the dust rag down and wipe my forehead. That should be enough for Yaoi-sensei. I can't believe he made me clean up the entire coat room.
I am the one of the last leaving school. It's hard to believe that it is already this late. But to be honest I don't want to go home.
Or wherever home might be for this year. Ever since that day we haven't stayed in one place for more than a year. Yuka and I are constantly moving and Shiki, who's now pretty much a full-time bodyguard, is still with us. Narumi is in close contact but everyone else from the academy is still AWOL. I sit on a bench and pull out a folder of newspaper clippings that I saved.
The first one reports a mysterious fire at Gakuen Alice. The next shows pictures of the gruesome scene in what once was the elementary school principal's office. I flip through more articles and stop at the most chilling one. A full page obituary to the elementary school principal.
I read the words that I already know by heart:
The coroner's office reports that the death of Principal Kuonji, elementary school principal of the esteemed Gakuen Alce, due to extreme burns and inhalation of smoke fumes. Earlier this month as gas leak in his office sparked due to a lit candle and quickly escalated into a full blown haze. No students were harmed and the only casualty was Kuonji…
Liars covering up the truth. My eyes glaze over but I keep reading.
Students and faulty have suspended classes in order to mourn a great and influential man. His memorial service…
A tear plops onto my hand and I stop reading. Somewhere in the back of my head I hear Hotaru telling me how ugly I am when I cry. I let out a small laugh remembering the last time I spoke to her face to face and not through secret letter correspondence through Naru.
I wipe away a final stray tear and find myself at the sakura tree. My new sakura tree to replace the old one that I left behind. Everyday since we moved here I've made it my job to pull the weeds and clean up the trash around it. Truth be told I have been too scared to climb it. Too scared to remember the one person I miss the most.
I wall up to the tree in a trance. At the foot of the tree is a schoolbag. Suddenly I am filled with anger.
Who is at my tree? Trees are connected through the ground. There roots make it possible to connect each other. No matter how far away they can communicate with each other the way words cannot. Misaki-sensei told me that the last time I saw him. That's way wherever I go I always find a sakura tree in order to say connected to that guy wherever I go.
Now someone is in my tree. I quickly and skillfully scale the tree despite never have climbing this particular one.
"What the hell do you think you doing climbing up someone else's tree," I start once a reach a pair of black trousers comes into view. I hoist my self up ready to assault the napping boy. My tree is being used as a napping place. My face grows hot in anger.
"Baka? You shouldn't wake people who are napping in trees." The boy opens on crimson eye.
My beath hitches in my throat. It can't be.
His hair is dark and raven colored. His still sleepy eyes are a familiar crimson color. They look at me completely surprised.
One word escapes my lips.
"Natsume,"
Well that's the first chapter. I'm debating whether or not to put the second so please review. Conductive criticism is appreciated don't be afraid to be harsh.