Major overhaul now ensuing. Re-written.
Disclaimer applied. All characters rightfully belong to the creator of Gakuen Alice. Well, except for Nakashima Soshi which was created by my wild imagination. Thank you for your support and reviews!
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Mikan Sakura, at the ripe age of fifteen, finally hit adolescence. Inside the Alice academy's girls' restroom, she disdainfully checked herself in that object she hadn't seen in years, the mirror. And it wasn't just a mirror, I tell you, it was the full-length mirror. Seeing her huge, glowing brown eyes, her thin button nose, her naturally rosy cheeks, her plump, pale lips, her disheveled brown hair that now reached her waist, her flat boobs, her flat waist, her chopsticks-look-alike legs, and her thin, thin frame—it was upsetting to see. She mentally sighed at her image.
But I told you she's finally hitting adolescence, right? So, to refurbish her image, she inexpertly applied a cherry flavored lip gloss across those plump, pale lips. She brushed her disheveled hair, fixing her straight, full bangs that gone wild, tying it up in a cute Korean bun. She straightened up her uniform—a black blazer on top of a white long-sleeved polo, a red tie, a red checkered skirt, an above-the-knee black socks and black school shoes.
Mikan wasn't like this, really. Fixing herself, prettifying herself; this wasn't her forte. She's pretty much lagging behind her generation, you think so?
While those other normal girls make their selves attractive and endearing, she was there looking childlike and naïve. While other normal girls try to lose weight, she was there eating fluff puffs. While other normal girls find desperately for their soulmates and boyfriends, she was there befriending Mr. Bear and the big, yellow chick (wait, she's doubting whether it's a bird or a chicken).
The bottom line is, Mikan Sakura is a late bloomer.
Therefore, she wanted to experience what she should have experienced at her age. She wanted to undergo that stage.
She wanted to know what love is.
How it feels to love.
How it feels to be loved.
She wanted to find her first love.
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Chapter 1: Find my first love
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Mikan Sakura discreetly entered the classroom, but she was gaining a lot of stares from her classmates.
First, her hair wasn't tied in those ridiculously babyish pigtails. That's definitely a first. It was tied in a sweet, lovable Korean bun with a pink pen sticking out of it.
Second, her uniform was distinctly unique from everyone else's. She added extra designs like, checkered arm warmers and her socks were longer than usual, reaching beyond her knee.
Third, her lips were glowingly glossy today. Glossy, all right.
Flirts were extremely jealous—bashing the poor girl, nerds were calculating her beauty—estimating via trigonometry and geometry her vital statistics and the circumference of her boobs, playboys were already drooling, mentally-challenged students concluded that she had plastic surgery, emo students, well, they sulked and slashed themselves.
As to Natsume Hyuuga's precious reaction.
(drumroll, drumroll)
He stopped reading his manga, though his expression, it was blank.
But you know him. Natsume doesn't show any of his emotions. He perfectly knew the emotion-concealment technique. It was as if it was his second Alice aside from the fire Alice. Deep inside, consider him attracted. To actually catch Natsume's attention was hard, almost impossible. Only this one of a kind brunette could possibly do that, ever since they were ten.
One eyebrow shot up. There was something unusual about Mikan Sakura today, Natsume thought. Something strangely attractive attracted him even more.
Ah…Ah.
It was her lips. It was glossy, plump and red. Ugh, it was a moan. Ugh. He wanted to kiss those lips again, like back when they were just immature ten year olds. It was sinfully red, sensual.
Natsume stared intently.
Mikan? She was his first love.
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Mikan approached her seat; totally unaware of the stares she was receiving, especially that of Natsume Hyuuga.
"Oi, you're less ugly than before." Her seatmate, (slash) best friend, (slash) Hotaru Imai commented.
"Eh? Really?" Mikan replied giddily, ignoring the harsh comment since she was completely immune to it by now.
Hotaru flicked Mikan's forehead. "Baka. Be observant, will you?"
"Aww!" Ardently rubbing her sore forehead, Mikan looked around and tried to observe. However, her observing skills weren't that great resulting to epic failure. "Guwaah! Hotaru, I can't observe! All I see is people staring at me! How's that making sense?"
A vein twitched.
Hotaru, in a flash, got a super big mallet for super big idiots and smashed it mercilessly into Mikan's super thick skull that can't be penetrated by common sense. "That is the point. You're hopeless."
Mikan still didn't get it after being penetrated by that super big mallet. She started to pull off rants and a set of tirades. But, Hotaru, a good best friend as she was, decided to ignore her crazy antics. Time was wasted. So as gold, because time is gold and Hotaru prioritized money more than Mikan Sakura. So, at times like these, there's always a handy dandy high-quality soundproof helmet to save Hotaru from those crazy antics she couldn't bare to hear without pouncing that boisterous mouth.
Hotaru immediately put on the handy dandy high-quality soundproof helmet, with a design of Mikan's face with an X sign, as fast as she could. The earlier, the better, safer.
Let there be peace.
Whew, finally, Hotaru could continue her unfinished blueprints peacefully, noise-free. Free from noise pollution, free from Mikan Sakura's genuine idiocy. More rabbits, the richer she'll get. That's Hotaru's "A Mikan-Sakura-Free-World Equals More Money Principle".
Mikan gawked dumbly at Hotaru. Since when did Hotaru invent that out-of-this-world helmet, her face as a design with an X mark on it? Before she could possibly figure that one out, Anna and Nonoko appeared in front of her, disbelief and awe materializing in their eyes.
"Wow, Mikan-chan, you look so pretty!" Nonoko complimented.
"Yeah, yeah. You're gaining a lot of stares!" Anna added.
"Wh-what? What do you mean by stairs? My room doesn't even have stairs! How'd I gain them?" Mikan asked confusedly, her innocent brown eyes blinking in perplexity.
Snort.
Now they know why Hotaru gave up so easily with this naïve girl. She's got zero common sense, that's a fact.
"Uh, never mind!" Anna dragged her chair sloppily and settled beside Mikan.
"So, are you crushing on someone, Mikan-chan?" Nonoko mimicked Anna's past action, settling at Mikan's other side.
"Well, uhm, not really. But I do want to fall in love…" Mikan said shyly, blushing rosily in the process.
"Wow! You're maturing, Mikan-chan! Though you need to work on your brain." Nonoko said as a matter-of-factly.
"Oh wow! You want to fall in love, right?" Anna began and stood up. She stood rather quickly, causing the chair to fall, but she didn't care less. She shoved a fist in the air and said, "LET'S GO MAN-HUNTING!"
Two pairs of eyes blinked.
Two jaws dropped.
"EH?!"
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Dismissal time.
While Anna and Nonoko were vehemently prodding their heads inside class 3-D's room to look for Nakashima-senpai whom they've been crushing on for quite some time, Mikan stood along the corridor, embarrassed by her friends frenzied behavior.
"There's no hope, he's not here." Anna sighed, pulling her head off the door.
"W-wait, lo-look!" Nonoko pointed her finger towards the approaching figure.
Mikan and Anna looked.
It was Nakashima Soshi, walking along the corridor with confident, assertive steps, his grayish eyes landing on Mikan Sakura.
"Oh ho! He's looking at Mikan!" Anna pulled her hair in frustration.
Unconsciously, Mikan backed away, but not that noticeable. She was scared, she didn't like the aura of the guy. There were some rumors that students from class 3-D were very dangerous and they possess unusual alices. And from the looks of it, he looked scary enough with a dirty blonde hair, grey eyes and piercings.
Nakashima Soshi stopped in front of Mikan Sakura, not too close though and not too far in any way.
"Hey, baby, what's your name?" Soshi purred seductively. However, the seducing did not work at all to Mikan.
Mikan shivered. Eeep.
Soshi reached out, tried to touch her.
A hand shot up out of nowhere, slapping away Soshi's hand.
"Don't touch her, Soshi." A low, guttural voice began arrogantly. "She's mine." The owner of the low, guttural voice possessively wrapped a hand around Mikan's shoulders.
What? Mikan was shocked to even speak. She knew that low, guttural voice.
It was Natsume Hyuuga.
She did not dare to look, keeping him from seeing her already red, red face.
Soshi rubbed his sore hand, shocked. "Really, Natsume-chi? I always thought you were homo!" He chuckled.
Natsume fought the urge to burn his mouth and fry his tongue. Instead, he smirked sinisterly. "Well, you thought wrong."
Large hands roughly grabbed a hold of Mikan's head, turning her head to face him.
Natsume first looked at her brown orbs glazed with wonder and shock which looked back at him.
Then slowly, down to her glossy lips, he smelled something and what was that?
Ah, the smell of cherries. Tempting. Addicting.
"Oi-oi! Wha-what—" Mikan opened her mouth to protest but was met with a wonderful, palpitating sensation.
Their friends gawked with utter disbelief.
Nonoko's jaw dropped all the way down to the floor, Anna's eyes widened like pancakes and Soshi turned into statue
Oh, Mikan's reaction?
No words can explain such shock and horror.
Natsume hungrily, eagerly crashed his hungry mouth into hers, those soft, plumpy, glossy, cherry-flavored lips. He closed his eyes to relish his senses, taking in the pleasure. His fingers entangling with her auburn hair.
Tempting.
Addicting.
Mikan's eyes were wide with shock and wide with pleasure all the same. Her spine tingling with unknown threads of desire. She wanted to close her eyes as well but her shock overcame that will.
The pleasure did not last long, though. Natsume pulled away quickly.
Crimson red eyes looked straight at chocolate brown eyes, an indefinite emotion appeared blurrily in those crimson red orbs.
With him, looking at her like this, for some unknown reason, her heart skipped a beat.
Could it be…
"Homo-janai, wa." Natsume said, before disappearing, leaving a shocked Mikan behind.
A few seconds later, thunder roared.
The sky cracked open.
And Mikan, fangs and horns grew fast from her body.
How dare he kiss her like that and walk away like nothing happened? That bastard!
"NATSUME-TEME!" Mikan screeched.
She needed an explanation. An explanation as to how it all happened, how he managed to make her heart throb like that.
…that I found my first love?
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Till next time!
Review? Super appreciated!
Sankyuu! ^-^V
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