Author's Note:Elow! This is my first time writing a Gakuen Alice Fanfic. Uhh. . . nothing much to comment except that you, a.k.a. READER VERSION 1.0, will enjoy the story. And no this won't be another 'just-romance' story. There will be a plotline for you to enjoy. Oh and at first, Natsume's and Mikan's personalities will be put to their limits meaning Natsume will be talking a lot in his head due to Mikan's sheer annoyingness.
Natsume: What do you mean by 'READER VERSION 1.0'?
Me: I just want to why?
Natsume: (Walks away)
Me: Hey! HEY! You can't walk away from me. . . (few seconds later) You Bastard! WAIT TILL I TELL MIKAN THAT YOU'RE BEING A COLD-HEARTED SARCASTIC BOY AGAIN!
Natsume: (from a far away distance) Shut the hell upppp!!!!
Me: FINE but I'm telling!!!
Disclaimer: Repeat after the next sentence: Gakuen Alice, and a sentence here about Neji. . . are not mine or his or hers or yours gets?
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Chapter 1: The Girl with Amnesia
Natsume's POV:
"How the hell did I get into this mess?" I grumbled as I stared at the auburn haired girl wearing MY large shirt, eating MY cereal on MY futon! Damn how did I get stuck with a no-brain dummy head like her. . .
"Hey Nat. . . Nat-alie?" she said.
"Idiot! It's Natsume!" I growled at her but she simply smiled at me.
"Ooohh. . . well excuse me for not memorizing your hard name." she pouted.
God, how dumb is she? NAT-SU-ME, just three simple syllables geez, and I haven't even given her my surname which by the way is Hyuuga. And No, I am not related to Hyuuga Neji from the OTHER anime thing.
"You really are dumb." I complained, not wanting to look at her due to the events that began this evening, 10:30 pm, to be exact.
Flashback:
"Bye Ruka." I bid my blonde-haired friend goodbye as we went our separate ways to our apartment not so far. We had just finished working our night shift at a local bar and were very VERY tired from the day's activities and of course… RABID fan girl attacks.
It's been a month since I moved here in Tokyo and. . . Everything's the same as my home especially during the night. Dark, dreary. . . oh wait, I forgot. I'm supposed to forget about my stinking past.
Well back to the main topic. I was walking along the route which took me to my apartment. It was a narrow alleyway with garbage scattered carelessly about, as one could see when it was late during the night, when I was minding my own business and suddenly, I felt someone 'grope' me.
"What the Hell!" I cursed at the being from the dark alley who was now at my back, giving me a bone-crushing. . . embrace?
I forcefully pulled him a few centimeters away; just enough for me to see the face only to be astounded the HE was actually a SHE. "Don't tell me you're one of those maniac fan girls—"
My voice trailed off as I fully saw her . . . hair was a mixture of chestnut brown and crimson. There was a large wound on her head and torso. Blood trailed down from her pale cheeks to the intricate frills lining her spaghetti strap, almost transparent, emphasizing on the TRANSPARENT, nightgown; the fact that she was wearing only a nightgown in the middle of a large city's alley at night, I didn't care when she suddenly fainted on me.
" He—help" she whispered before completely loosing consciousness on my chest. Her height was only up to my chest and I'm proud to say that I am Tall. (smirk)
"Oi you Idiot!" damn, I knew it was too late. She had already lost it and by my observation on her bare feet, she had been staggering for what looked like hours and her skin was not only pale white but also cold as ice.
"Damn!" I hissed, the nearest hospital that I knew of was a mile away and with her appearance, she had lost a substantial amount of blood that could cause hypothermia in this kind of coldness. Her wounds could still be easily treated by me since I knew first aid. I sighed, I had no other option than to let her in my apartment and treat her injury by myself. Lifting her up bridal style, I felt her move closer to my chest, purring and smiling at the warmth of another human body.
Seemingly oblivious during her sleep, she didn't realize that the cool breeze had somehow lifted her nightgown's silky skirt high enough for me to see her lingerie. "Polka Dots eh?" I smirked. I can't believe a 15 year old teenager would actually still be wearing this."
". . ." she again cooed at my warmth as we silently walked down the alley towards my nearby apartment. Yuck, I can't believe it; we seemed like a newly wed couple going on our first honeymoon. . .
End of Flashback:
"Oi" I called the auburn-haired girl who was wearing MY Favorite T-shirt that said 'Touch me and DIE', it was the only thing that could fit her without revealing her upper area, and was trying to play with the remote control of my compact/ economy TV.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I scowled at the girl.
She simply smiled. "I like your room. It's nice and cozy."
I twitched. She actually commented on the bare wooden walls of the small 4 walled room I rented with only a few bucks. No, she must be playing mind tricks with me! Yeah that's it! Oh that evil Witch! She must be worst than that Sumire Permy girl.
"You want?" She showed me the bowl of cereal which was half of the original, a plastic spoon was dangling ever so innocently in her pale thin lips.
"Give me that!" I snatched it from her hand the bowl of cereal with milk, in the process, spilling milk on the floor and on my shirt. It MUST be her fault. I narrowed my crimson eyes on her. "Just who the Heck are you?"
Her smile was still the same, "I don't know who I am."
"Great. . . don't tell me you got amnesia." I groaned sarcastically. "Or maybe that's just who you are. . . an idiot."
She nodded and again that idiotic grin was plastered on her like glue and paper. "Yup! I'm me!"
"So your name's 'me'" I slumped back down into my 2 seat couch.
" Umm. . . hey, you called me an idiot!" and such a stupid idiot you are. . .
"But you can call me Mikan!" she chirped.
"Is that your real name? I prefer baka."
"I don't really know if that's my real name but I feel like I like the word 'Mikan'" she grinned like an innocent toddler.
I raised an eyebrow at the dullness of the conversation. "Soo. . . you don't know where you're from Polka Dots?"
"I don't know but—" she stopped, lifted the large T-shirt, glanced below and blushed. "How'd you know! PERVERT! HENTAI!" she screamed while I smirked.
She was so easy to manipulate. I grabbed a bag of cookies and said, "Oi little girl, have a cookie"
Polka Dot's mood quickly changed back to her happy self. Hmm. . . she can actually be of some use to me. . .
I suddenly grabbed her by the wrist and forcefully brought her ear near my lips as I whispered tempting words her. "Starting tomorrow, you're gonna be my personal slave"
I smirked while she stammered embarrassingly and blushing profusely. "Wha—what makes you think—"
I buttoned her mouth with a single finger on her thin lips, explaining to her, "Because I gave you permission to sleep in MY apartment dorm, I bandaged you while you were injured, I lent you MY favorite shirt and I spent half of MY sweat and blood just for YOU and so on and so forth. . . so YOU have a large bill to ME."
"B—but I was unconscious!" she stated.
" Hey, dead people also have to pay their hospital bills you know."
"So you mean I'm dead? Am I in HELL" she paled, ready to burst into an all out scream attack.
"Heck no! I'm just saying that being injured isn't an excuse. This is Life for crying out loud. I don't know you so why should I care THAT much about you." I scolded her.
She grumbled, "Meanie" and looked away from my ice cold glares.
"Sure I am. . ." I removed my dairy-wet T-shirt and was now only wearing my favorite pair of black boxers. "Blame it on your stupidity."
"Wha—Hmpf!" ha. . . she didn't even disagree. She is such an entertaining idiot. After that comment, I turned off the lights and she HAD to do it. One of the most IRRITATING things that I disliked the most with people. . .
Eeeeeeekkkkkk!!!!!
. . . screaming. . .
"Oi shut up!" I shouted and turned on the lights before everyone in the whole neighborhood woke up. "Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark!"
"Well, I just—" she was beginning to stammer like an innocent baby. Again. Damn it, Damn! Damn my stupid kindness, Damn! I groaned and lazily searched the boxes inside my room for it.
Polka Dots, from behind me, poked and annoyed me till no end when I started the search.
"Whaccha Doin?"
"What're you doing?"
"Are you looking for something?"
"Ooh, is it a toy?"
"Yehey! Can I play too? Huh? Huh?"
I grumbled something inconspicuous to her which I think went like: 'Shut up I'm trying to look for something that'll help you with your phobia—Why, oh Why did I have to rescue this dumb Polka-Dotted little girl—Maybe I should've organized my place weeks ago—Damn it if only she didn't come in the first place, I wouldn't care less!—Damn it!' Boy, I'm thinking way too much over here. . .' At last, I found it!FINALLY. Ignoring the curious gazes of the little girl, I proceeded to plug it into the nearby socket.
"Wow!" her hazel eyes twinkled at the scenery of fished swimming in the ocean in the darkness when I turned of the lights without her knowing. "Where did you get the cute lamp, Natsume-kun?"
I proceeded to cover myself with the futon. "A rabid fangirl gave it to me." I had to lie, I didn't want to remember those scenes, those memories again. . . They were the reasons I left in the first place.
A few minutes later, something was moving in my makeshift bed. I peeked and saw auburn hair everywhere below the rim of my well-toned chest. I grumbled, "Oi."
"Hey Natsume, can I sleep with you? It's freezing." She shivered.
Yes, Yes, I am just a low-class working-student yet I could afford an aircon in my room? You may ask. Well, because of my talents, connections and unwavering charm, I succeeded in having what all males called a necessity, AIR CONDITIONED ROOMS. And I was proud of it; I needed these things because for some reason, I always sweated a lot because of my high body heat.
"Why should I?"
She glared. "Why? What's wrong with trying to stay warm?"
Of course, she could've just asked me to turn off the aircon, but I would beg to disagree, A LOT. "Let me see—I'm a teenage hormonal boy and you're an innocent teenage girl plus a small single futon. Why don't you DO THE MATH." Of course it was sooo obvious.
"Uhh. . . we'll stay warm?" she asked. "Now could we please sleep together?!" for a normal human being. . .
"No."
"Please!"
"NO!"
"PWEASE!"
"SHUT UP!"
"Waah!" uhh! Not the annoying cry of pain and suffering and doom again! Not Now! Damn, I was in NO MOOD, read the CAPSLOCKED LETTERS, NO MOOD, for arguing OR strangling her, to my despair. I was tired and that was it. Why won't anyone want me to sleep peacefully! Damn it!
Instead of strangling her, I pushed her by the back of her head and down went her porcelain face to the old covers of my small pillow. And when I say small, I say that it was meant for only ONE (1) head, not ONE head and another HUGE abnormally shaped one. So I had to move my head to an uncomfortable place at the sides.
"Arrigatou Natsume-kun!" she hiccupped and slowly went fast asleep.
"Whatever" Sigh, what did I just put myself into?!
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Me: Wow, that was . . . short. . . I think.
Natsume: Whatever.
Me: (stares at Natsume) I'm Telling MIKAN that you're being sarcastic again!!!!
Natsume: I said shut up! I don't want to be beaten like a crap by HER again!
Mikan: Natsume-kun konnichiwa!
Natsume: (Stays perfectly still)
Mikan: Natsume-kun? What's wrong with him?
Me: He just has issues. . .
Mikan: Oh… OK! I'll just lie him down on his futon till he recovers and I'll beat the hell out of him for being sarcastic when I told him not to be when he's not at work.
Me: OK! Till next time if you give me lots and lots of reviews! Oh and I don't know if I drastically Overdosed their personality being 1. Natsume is being so uncool since it was all in his POV and 2. Mikan was being deadly dumb, it was because of her amnesia and Natsume is always a loner yet handsomely cute so he has the tendancy to be annoyed easily and has no-social skills when it really comes to entertaining women when really close to him