Okay, so it's my first story. Hope you guys like!

And sorry if I tend to drag things on, it's one of my major flaws as a writer -,-

Kayy, so I'll go crawl into a hole now, so enjoy!(:

(A/N- AU. I tried to follow the original story plot, but I changed some few things. Principal Kuonji is now the HSP, not the ESP. Sorry for that little change you guys.)

Chapter One: Five years, huh?

Mikan lazily snakes her way to the other side of her bed, slamming her hand on top of the crazed alarm clock. For a while, she just laid there in her sea of blankets without a care in the world. Then she slowly came to realize that it was Tuesday. Tuesday, which was a weekday, meant one thing to her: school.

Reluctantly, she placed her bare feet on the cold wooden floor and made her way to the bathroom, chills freezing her toes with every step. She brushed her teeth still half-asleep and combed her hair with her slender fingers, too tired to look for her missing brush. By the time she was done washing her face, Mikan was almost fully out of her dream world, now focusing on getting ready for school. She walked up to the bedside window and pushed the curtains aside, letting the free sunlight roam her floor and bolt up right to the ceiling. Soaking up in its warmth, she stretched her arms up and yawned.

Mikan trotted once more into the bathroom to do her hair into the usual hairstyle; pigtails. She never got tired of it. Despite that it bore everyone to see her unchanged every year, she loved it as it reminded her that she's not so grown-up yet.

After her hair was done, Mikan took her time to stare back into the face that the mirror reflected.

I am Sakura Mikan. Fifteen, turning sixteen by next month. Brown eyes, brown hair. Well, more like auburn. My best friend is Imai Hotaru. She frequently hits me with her baka gun, which only targets me specifically. I am Sakura Mikan. I am a freshmen in high school and Narumi is my homeroom teacher. I don't like Jin-Jin sometimes. I go to Gakuen Alice because, like all the other students here, I have an alice. Actually two. Nullification and SEC (which stands for steal, erase, and copy.) I do not know how to use it yet. It's a secret that I have it. I am Sakura Mikan. Ever since I was born, I have not met my real parents. My mother, I have, but only for a second. It's not even considered a meeting. I know both of them are dead now and I know who's the cause of it. He is the center of my absolute hatred. But it's okay, this school is like my family. It is my family. I have everyone here, and I am happy with that. Hotaru, Nonoko, Anna, Narumi-sensei, Inchou, Kistu, Koko, Ruka, Tsubasa-senpai, Miki-senpai, even Jin-Jin. I have everyone…

She sighed. Mikan let her head hang between her shoulders, her pigtails dangling at the sides of her face.

Including Natsume. I am Sakura Mikan. I am the Sakura Mikan who loves Natsume Hyuuga.

She winced at the thought of her actually admitting it. It wasn't that long ago when she realized of her feelings towards him, so she wasn't completely used to the fact. How did she know? Well, truth is, she didn't. Just the way her heart hastily pounds when he's near, or when his amazing, crimson eyes meet hers; her overly dramatic reactions to every little thing he does gave her a hint.

The odd thing was although Natsume was one hell of a guy who could never stop giving you surprises, she fell for him the ordinary way. Like the way any girl would be in love with any other guy.

Maybe that's one of the perks she liked best about him. In her crazy, unpredictable life which was FAR from being normal, he offered the simplicity of it all. She was, undoubtedly, happy that she met her destined man this way.

Mikan abruptly stood up straight and squared her shoulders. She slaps each of her cheeks with her hands to get her ready for the day.

"Okay. By now I should be late."

Hotaru quietly walked along along the sidewalk leading her to the highschool division. As the wind kicked up, her mid-length violet-colored hair swayed playfully in the wind nonstop.

'I should cut it soon. It's getting really annoying…' she pondered to herself as she examined a lock of it.

Then with a sudden force, Hotaru's vision came closer to the ground, but then sprinted back up to normal height in a flash. Arms were now wrapped lovingly around her neck.

"Hotaru!" Mikan greeted cheerfully. She let go and sauntered beside her.

Hotaru eyed her, implying that that was the worse possible way to say hello to her. "Mikan, don't keep doing that, you're already fifteen."

"So? You keep hitting me with your gun. And it really hurts, you know?" Mikan said. "And besides, we're best friends, do- OW!" She felt a singe of concentrated pain of her forehead as she toppled backwards. Her hands immediately shot up on instinct to the inflicted spot. "Hotaru! You shot me again!" she exclaimed, catching up to her best friend who was instantly yards away.

"I don't know. I would like to stop doing that, but you just keep on getting more idiotic. I thought by now you'd be more mature," Hotaru explained.

Mikan could not retort back to that; one, she would get hit again if she did, and two, she was too busy calling her friends who she quickly detected.

"Anna, Nonoko, Sumire, Inchou!" she called. The four of them turned their heads to see who addressed them. Nonoko was the first to spot the waving Mikan and Hotaru, who smiled slightly when they made eye contact.

"Mikan! Hotaru! Walk faster!" she encouraged so they chat on their way to classes.

The nullifier dragged the girl next to her hurriedly.

"Mikan, how long are you going to keep calling me Iinchou?" the glasses kid asked once they were all side by side.

"Hm…but, I'm too used to that. It's like I don't know you if I call you 'Yuu'."

He sighed. "It's been five years since I last became class president."

"Wow, five years already, huh…" muttered Sumire. "To think we'd see the day Mikan is finally smart enough to be a feshmen." Sumire nudged her playfully.

Mikan was going to snap back but Hotaru beat her to it.

"Not quite. It's because the teachers didn't want to deal with this dummy twice."

"H-Hotaru!"

Mikan slid the door open and found that almost the whole class was present. "Good morning," she said. The ones who heard her responded back with equal blithe. She couldn't help but scan the room for a certain person. Joy flowed into her worry as she found who she was looking for sitting in the back. Natsume was, as expected, sleeping soundly in his everyday pose; feet rudely placed on the desk as he leaned back on his chair with a manga glued to his face and arms crossed behind his head. His dark, raven-hued head. In front of him, his best friend, Ruka, who always carried a white bunny around, was trying to tell the boy something, but was always brushed off with either a "Hn..." or "Mm."

Mikan trotted down the aisles and sat in her appointed seat next to Natsume. Hotaru followed her but stopped one row short; next to the blonde.

"Morning Ruka, Natsume," she said.

"Morning," Ruka answered with a smile. Natsume didn't bother to say anything as he continued his slumber.

She decided to ignore it, since it was the usually attitude she got from him.

Again, why did I decide to love this potato?

A second later, the pheromones alice user, Narumi-sensei, walked- rather, danced in with his everyday frills and ordered for everyone to take their seats. They first gawked at him, but then eventually did so.

They've known him since elementary years; it'd be weird if he didn't come to school like that.

Twenty minutes into class, Jinno- sensei barged in and stopped Narumi from continuing the lesson. Everyone simultaneously looked up from their notes. Seeing the face of the meanest teacher on campus, they quickly sat straightened their back and folded their hands neatly. All except for one boy, who hasn't opened an eye since Narumi began teaching, and a girl, who impulsively yelled out, "Jin-Jin!"

Load. Shoot. The people near them forced themselves not to laugh as Mikan rubbed the bridge of her nose painfully. "Hotaru..!"

The girl genius simply faced forward.

Jinno walked up to Narumi and held his mouth to his ear, whispering something secretive. It didn't take long for them to finish. Narumi turned away from the board and faced his students, while Jinno patiently stood by him.

"Mikan?" he said. The brunette looked at him. "You're needed at the office. Jinno-sensei will escort you there."

All pupils were now turned to her in bewilderment, including Mikan herself. Anyone with a brain knew that being sent to the principal's office was not needed unless it's for something serious; life-threathing.

Natsume slowly slid his manga off his eyes to watch her walk towards the exit with Jinno.

Before passing him, Mikan gave Narumi a confused expression but he returned it with the same questions she was asking in her head.

Just as she was about to pass the doorway, Mikan couldn't help but notice Natsume eying her. She felt a tug at her heart as his bloody red eyes held her down to the point where her motions were entirely halted. She heared Jinno ordering her to move faster, but she couldn't. Not while Natsume has his eyes completely on her.

For an instance, she detected emotions such as anxiety and uneasiness creeping along his beautifully structured face; as if he grew worried about about where the frog teacher would take her. But it was only for an instance, and it wasn't even that obvious. Tiny, even. Maybe none at all.

The next second, he flicked his head away and once again laid the comic book to where it was, breaking off the tiny connection they had. That's when Mikan realized that every one still had their attention on her, but now more curious as she had a stare-down with the Hyuuga kid. Blushing a light rose tint, she followed Jinno out and down the corridor.

Damn that Natsume.

Jinno carefully opened one side of the double doors and beckoned for Mikan to step in. She obeyed him, but with every note of caution that she has in her. Once the door was closed, both of them marched up to the desk which held Principal Kuonji, the HSP, behind it.

He smiled eerily. "Welcome, Sakura Mikan-san." She somewhat bowed in his presence. "Jinno, thank you. You may go."

As he also bowed, he gave Mikan a stern look, almost warning her to be careful. But she already knew that, so she smiled back. He sighed, as he foresaw that things were not going to go unharmed. But, under instructions, he glided out of the room, leaving the fifteen-year old and HSP in a confined room.

"So," Kuonji started once the doors clicked. "how old are you right now, Sakura-san?"

"…Fifteen."

His eyebrows lifted minutely. "Wow. Five years already, huh? I remember how small you were when you first came in here, not even knowing how to fear this school. Just a helpless ten year old girl trying to fit in."

Mikan remained silent. She felt that if she spoke too much, he might use her own words against her someway. She did not trust him. At all. Never have, never will.

"But, look at you," he exasperated with arms raised towards her. "All grown up. So sure of how to use your alices."

Alices?

"Yes, well," she said. "Five years here really gives you nothing to do but train your ass off." In front of her friends and beloved ones, Mikan is the sweetest person anyone could ever be with. But, trapped in a room who killed both of her parents, she's the poison that could kill even the deadliest snake.

Kounji merely laughed. "Indeed. How are you doing in your classes?"

"Passing."

"Barely," he finished. "I supposed it meant to happen in your teenage years. I mean, with all the drama you poor kids go through."

Coming from a middle-aged man in the body of some bratty fourth-grader.

"Are you in love?" he boldly questioned.

At that second, her face was coated in heat as a certain jerk-off popped in her head.

Seeing her reaction, Kuonji smiled and pressed further on. "Is it who I think it is? Oh, Sakura-san. You shouldn't, if you ask me."

The furiously blushing girl now pushed Natsume aside and her face regained its average color. I shouldn't? Excuse me but I love who I love. You have no right to tell me I can't. And, a matter of fact, no one asked you, bastard. "Why did you call me here?"

He smirked. It's not the Natsume smirk; the alluring one; the one that pinches your heart; it wasn't that one. The HSP's smirk reeked of evil scheming. "Be patient, my dear," he said mockingly.

Mikan couldn't stand to just listen to him; her instincts told her to go and grab that douche by the collar. But, after only taking a small step, she stopped, for a figure emerged in front of her, separating the brunette and the child in the big-boss desk.

"Persona," she whispered in disgust under her breathe as he became clearer.

"Good afternoon."

Mikan, remembering about how Natsume, Aoi, as well as others guided her to stay away from him, stepped back and strikingly posed for a battle. She would not risk her life in the hands of him ever again.

Surprisingly to her, Persona raised his arms in defeat and didn't approach her any closer than he already is. "Don't worry. I'm not here for a fight."

She still didn't let her guard down.

"I'm smart enough to not challenge someone who's almost mastered her two alices."

Alices? Again?

This broke Mikan's defense. Perplexed, tried to shorten the distance between them.

"How do you know that?" The masked man simply stared. "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?" she demanded in a much more higher tone of anger and confoundment.

Now, only feet apart, Persona let his arms hang beside him. He snickers, and bluntly says, "That's not the important thing you need to know, Sakura-san. I'm here to deliver a formal message." He pauses, causing Mikan to be frantic each time the clock sings.

"Welcome to the Dangerous Abilities."

...Wow. What a disappointment. Sorry, as I said, it's my first fanfic so don't expect it to be all god-like and shit. :D I appreciate reviews! I don't give a damn if they nice or bitchy, so feel free to write anything!(:

Mwuah! chapter 2 coming up soon ^_^

Stay smexy!