Okayyyy! Originally, this is the last drabble. But, the drabbles will be rearranged, so technically this is the first drabble. So, this series is composed of separate drabbles that have nothing to do with each other. They just consist of a motif where Natsume gets hurt. If you find one boring, just go ahead and skip it. :)

I don't own Gakuen Alice. Sadly.

08: Dribble.

Characters: Hyuuga N. Sakura M.

Summary: "Being the amazing basketball player I am, I caught it. With my face. Bahhhaa."

Word Count:4221


The Painful Drabbles

Dribble.

--By: Heartbroken Confession--

Heh. Um. Hi. So, I'm the one, the only, the amazing Sakura Mikan! The amazing Sakura Mikan that got to move from Kyoto to Tokyo! Woohoo. So, I had to pack up all of my wonderful possessions and sit in a car for a fantastically long ride! Yayy! Right? Wrong.

Okay, my point isn't to bore you to death. But maybe I will-- who knows? Here's how the story begins. Ready?

I'm Sakura Mikan, a girl from Kyoto in her 2nd year of high school. I was Junior Class President, captain of the girls soccer team, and editor-in-chief of our school newspaper. So, yes, life was smooth sailing. Until now.


"Isn't it gorgeous?" My mother, Azumi Yuka, fawned.

"Sure is," Izumi Yukihara, also known as my father, replied sleepily.

"What do you think, Mikan?" I turned my attention from my game of Pac-Man on my iPod Touch to her.

"Uh, it's awesome." I replied unenthusiastically. My mother merely grinned and bounced in her seat.

"You guys will love it, I swear."

I sighed, "Whatever you say." Taking a glance out the window, I observed my surroundings. The houses were big and fancy looking. My brain did the math on it's own and I concluded that there would be a fair enough amount of snobs at my school. I rolled my eyes; as long as they had a good sports program and a newspaper, I'm fine.

"We're here!" I leaned forward to get a look and my jaw dropped. I stared at the colossal sized mansion before me. It was painted a dark yet somehow inviting brownish black. The windows were painted a deep crimson and the fence had an ornate iron railing flowing across the entrance. The driveway itself was longer than my old house was big. And there were two really hot guys playing basketball on it. Wait, that's not right.

Our car then took a slight left turn and parked in the driveway next to it. I glanced at what I presumed to be our real house. It was still very nice, yes-- a rich cream color with an extravagant gold color as the contrast. But, it wasn't much next to the other house. The driveways were practically right next to each other. It was as if there was no land between them at all. I attempted to gulp down the nervousness, only to have it welt up. I did a lookover of myself in the rearview mirror. My hair was a frizzy mess from when I fell asleep earlier, I smelled like car and drool, and my reading glasses made me look like a fly. I frowned, stuffing my glasses into my bag and smoothing my hair out with my hand.

"You're not gonna look any better, no matter what you do." My little brother, Youichi, commented drearily. I punched his arm and growled.

"Shut up twerp."

He shrugged. "Just telling the truth."

I rolled my eyes and opened the door. I slung my bag over my shoulder while thinking about what Youichi had said. It was true, I looked repulsive compared to usual. After all, my period pants, soccer hoodie, and old sneakers don't exactly make a good first impression outfit. I silently thanked the gods above that Youichi was on the side of the car facing them. Or maybe I spoke too soon.

"Oi, hag-nee---" I glanced up to see the two--hopefully straight--guy's basketball flying in my direction. Being the amazing basketball player I am, I caught it. With my face. Bahhhhhhhhh.

"Fuck!" I shrieked as the ball made contact with my nose and my butt crashed to the ground.

"Mikan, language!" My mother called from inside the house.

"Yeah, yeah!" I tried to reply through my nosebleed. Two hot guys giving me a nosebleed and I haven't even spoken to them yet. Ugh.

"Hey, are you okay?!" My eyes were already shut and I attempted to shut them even harder.

"Gee, I wonder." I replied snappily.

"Hn." I opened my eyes to glare at the arrogant response and the whole world froze for me.

Standing before me was possibly one of the most gorgeous people on earth. He looks even better up close.

His raven hair hung messily over his crimson colored eyes. His skin--shaded the good kind of pale, like milk if you want to think about it that way-- glowed in the sun that was oh, so conveniently, shining around his head and creating a crown of some sort. And I may be the world's worst descriptor, but trust me, he was, like, wow.

I was barely aware of the fact I was openly gaping when he commented on it.

"If you keep your mouth open like that, the blood will drip in."

I quickly snapped my mouth shut and felt myself turn bright red.

"Here, take it." I turned to the blond boy and he handed me a handkerchief.

"Uh, thanks." I mumbled.

"Sorry about smacking you in the face--"

"Ruka sucks at basketball." Gorgeous guy finished for the blond guy who, apparently, is named Ruka.

"That's not true, Natsume! You were about to tackle me!"

Natsume, huh?

"I didn't know basketball included tackling," Youichi commented.

"It doesn't." Ruka pouted-- oh gosh, he's cute.

Gorgeous guy, identified as Natsume, snorted, "Basketball's stupid anyway."

Ruka shook his head, "Just stick to soccer, dude."

Natsume grimaced at this.

"You play soccer?" I blurted. It was when he looked down at me that I realized I was still sitting on the driveway. I stood up and took the handkerchief out of my no longer bleeding nose.

"What's it to you?" He glared at me.

Natsume clearly is not a very friendly little boy.

"Just wondering," I replied defensively.

Natsume merely glared at me before stalking away, "I have to do something."

Ruka watched as his best friend disappeared into his house and sighed. He scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry about that, he's not very friendly at first." Ruka paused, "But he's a good person, I swear."

I didn't reply and stared at the driveway underneath my feet. "Mikan! Start unpacking, honey!" My mom called from the inside.

"See you around," I muttered and walked into the house.


"How are you enjoying Tokyo?" A monotone voice said from the other end of the line. I rolled my eyes at my cell phone, well it was directed at Imai Hotaru. I met Hotaru when we were younger at a summer camp. She lived in Tokyo and I lived in Kyoto, so it was hard to keep in touch. But, we both attended the camp annually so we had a reasonably close bond. I'm just relieved that I'll know someone at my new school.

"Oh, it's fantastic," I replied sarcastically, "My face became good friends with a basketball."

"Hm, do tell."

"Okay well, these two really hot guys were playing--"

"Are you talking about Ruka and Hyuuga?"

"Ruka, yes. Hyuuga, I'm going to assume is Natsume's surname. You know them?"

She scoffed, "I'm somewhat of an acquaintance, Ruka's my lab partner. He's an okay person, unbearably annoying and optimistic at times, but a good enough person nonetheless."

It was my turn to scoff, "Well, Natsume clearly doesn't take after his friend."

"Not quite. He's rather hostile to the entire female population."

"He gay?" I questioned as I tossed a sweatshirt in my new, very large closet. I could imagine her wincing at my lack of proper grammar use.

"No, but girls in our grade have been chasing after him like lost puppies since he moved here in third grade."

"Ah. So, he's like, femaphobic?" I could imagine my purple eyed friend rolling her eyes.

"It doesn't help that his ego's so big it could be it's own country." She replied.

"Mmm. Anyway, enough about Hyuuga what's-his-face. School tomorrow."

"Yeah?"

"Are the people, like, nice? Am I gonna be branded as a total freak or something cause I don't have a trust fund big enough to save Africa?"

"You'll be fine," She replied in a not-very-reassuring tone.

"I don't actually care, Hotaru." I paused as I tried to pull my laptop out of its bag. "I was kidding."

Though, this is interesting. Moving is a second chance; the chance to create other's opinions of you. Not that I was horribly unpopular at my old school. I just wasn't horrendously popular either; frankly, I could care less.

"Yeah, anyway, I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, oka-- doooot." I glanced confusedly at the phone. She hung up before I even said bye. I shrugged it off. Whatever.


I never took Imai Hotaru for the startlingly popular type. But, that fact became rather evident when I gave her a hug this morning. Everyone was staring at me like I was some kind of superstar with two heads. I don't know if her being that kind of person was a good or bad thing. A bunch of girls sucked up to me or glared at me, envious that I could so easily climb up the social ladder they have probably been stumbling on for years. I'm not exactly the shallow type of girl, so I won't look into that too much.

The school newspaper turned out to be a huge deal in this school. So, that's a plus. I also talked the soccer coach in letting me try out for the team, so yet another plus. The student council president, Hayate, turned out to be a huge Hotaru fan boy (Hotaru, fanboys, go figure!) and said he could try getting me a spot on the council. Yet another good thing. The day had actually been going really smooth, I thought. Up until the last period-- math. The cruel reality came crashing down on me.

I introduced myself to the teacher and she gave me a brief rundown off the rules. After she gave me my assigned seat, I sat down and waited for the rest of the students to show up. We had a rather large 10 minute gap between classes due to the sheer size of the academy. I sat uncomfortably in my seat; tapping my pencil lightly against the table.

"Hn." I guess it was a greeting or something, but I could recognize that 'hn' from yesterday.

Our eyes met and we stayed in our spots, one sitting and one standing, for a good minute or two. If he's not going to say hi, than neither am I.

He finally sat down and turned his attention to the window. I took a look around me. A green haired girl I recognized to be one of Hotaru's friends was looking at the two of us skeptically; the blond haired boy, Ruka, was smiling at me from his seat two desks in front of us;and a girl with blinding pink hair was chatting away animatedly with a blue haired girl. I wonder if Hotaru's in this class.

My question was answered when said raven haired girl rushed into the room looking disgruntled; her shoulder length hair pulled into a high thin ponytail. She stormed over-- quite stormily, may I add. How does she walk like that in those heels?-- to Ruka's table and slammed a book on the table. She glared at him and he sent her a charismatic smirk. Is it even possible to make a smirk charismatic? Apparently, because he was doing it.

"Nogi," Her eyes narrowed and her head tilted slightly as she said this.

"Yes?" He replied in mockingly sweet tone.

She clicked her tongue impatiently and slid the book towards him.

It was at this point I turned away, having lost interest. By looking away, I ended up meeting eye-to-eye with Hyuuga, who had at some point, turned his attention to me. His eyes seemed to be sizing me down.

"Can I help you?" I asked him, resisting the urge to fidget under his gaze. I will not be subdued!

"No." He replied shortly.

"Okay then." I decided to open up my math book and attempt to glance at the material. Honestly, I knew what we were doing and I had already studied it last semester. But, it was a good excuse to look away. After 5 minutes--yes, that means there's still 5 minutes until the bell rings to start class-- he was still staring.

"That's it!" I said, turning my attention to him. "Are you testing to see if you have x-ray vision, or are you trying to glare me to death? 'Cause I can't tell!"

"I heard about you." He randomly stated, turning his attention to his notebook. I blinked at him.

"Uh, yeah?" He also slammed a basketball against my face yesterday, but he apparently has short term memory.

"There's quite a few rumors circulating around about you."

"Oh?" That did pique my interest, "Like what?"

"That you're 'the hot new girl who would go into any guy's pants' and you 'became popular by sucking up to Imai'." He shrugged like it was the most ordinary thing. I winced, I knew that Hotaru being popular would bite me in the ass. Girls can start the nastiest rumors in the shortest amount of time.

"I also heard that you're joining the soccer team, newspaper, and student council--" Ah, an ounce of truth. "--to stalk me." Or not.

"What?" I shrieked. This has got to be karma. And I thought the day was going so well. "I don't even know you."

He turned to me and used one of those smouldering stares that you see guys use in dramas. I ran my tongue over my dry lips and stumbled over myself trying to find the words to say. "I-that's-I mean--" The bell rang and the teacher hushed us and began her lesson before I had a chance to defend myself further.


Sender: Sakura M

Subject: Blahh!

Message: Ughh oesifnose. Curse you.

Sender: Imai H

Subject: Annoying.

Re:Message: You're, quite pointlessly at the moment, disrupting my class time. Pray tell.

Sender: Sakura M.

Subject: Rumors?

Re:Re:Message: Have you heard anything about me?

Sender: Imai H

Subject: Just a few.

Re:Re:Re: Message: Just that you gave the guidance counselor a lap dance to get the same schedule as all the 'popular' kids.

Sender: Sakura M

Subject: WTF

Message: AROIJESOSIERNOSE. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A LAP DANCE WAS 'TILL LAST YEAR.

Sender: Imai H

Subject: Cry me a river.

Re: Message: Sweetie, it's Alice Academy. Get used to it.

Sender: Sakura M

Subject: Bitch.

Message: Easy for you to say.

Sender: Imai H

Subject: Mhm

Re:Message: Yes. Now, pay attention before it's not easy for you to stay.

Sender: Sakura M

Subject: Die.

Message: AWW, YOU WANT ME TO STAYY!

Sender: Imai H

Subject: No subject

Message: ... just pay attention.


Soccer is usually my way of venting; but it's ironic. 'Cause when I'm pissed off about something trivial, my game is at it's worst. Which is why after learning about the wonderful tales--yes, tales; they're not true--about me I was pretty irked and I wasn't playing that well. And then I met the girl's soccer team captain, who definitely had something against me the second she saw me. Koizumi Luna. Wonderful girl (note the sarcasm).

"Look, new girl. We wouldn't need you if clumsy old Otonashi didn't break her ankle--" and she didn't say "clumsy old" in the friendly teasing way. It was the biting bitchy way. "So, you better be good. Or you should just leave now and apologize for wasting our time."

So, let's just say she made a great impression. I slammed the side of my foot against a ball; sending it flying to the opposite field.

"You idiot!" Luna shrieked, "Now the ball is on the guys side of the practicing fields."

"So?" I sneered; annoyed that I had missed the goal by such a long shot.

"Don't you get it?" Her nose cringed in disgust, "Hyuuga's the guy captain."

I gained some sort of respect for her. Don't get me wrong, I don't like her. But she didn't like the Hyuuga despite his looks. She's the only girl I've seen today aside from Hotaru that doesn't drool at the thought of him.

"I would go get it, but I'd prefer to stay away from him." She sighed; clearly frustrated. "The rest of the girls will be too busy try to flirt with him to come back." She seemed to be speaking to herself. "But, we don't have any extra ones, so we need that." She glanced at me skeptically, as if she was debating over something.

"Can you go get it?" She finally said exasperatedly.

"Uh, yeah." I replied; a little surprised that she asked instead of barking at me to do it. Maybe she's not as bad as I thought she was.

I started to run towards the guy's field to retrieve the ball. I slowed to a jog when I got closer and I glanced around for the ball. I spotted it at the edge of their field and picked it up. I would be extremely dumb if I didn't notice a large majority of the team looking at me curiously and grinning. Apparently, some of them had heard the rumors.

"Hey girlie, what brings you here?" A guy asked me. I glanced at him-- a grin like a werewolf and prematurely balding head. STAY AWAY, my brain seemed to scream.

"I uh, needed to get a soccer ball. I kinda kicked it over here." I heard a snort and I turned around. An arrogant looking Hyuuga with his arms folded, his eyes demanding to know why I was on his field.

"You're not that good at soccer." He stated. He stated it. For god's sake, I've know this kid for a total of less than 24 hours and he's telling me I'm bad at soccer. I may be bad when I'm pissed off about trivial things, but you're gonna get your ass kicked if you underestimate me!

"Excuse me, but who are you to judge?!" I cried in frustration. The team stopped what they were doing to observe the freak verbally assaulting their captain. "The almighty Hyuuga? I've been here for a day and I already don't like you, Mr. I-smack-people-in-the-face-with-basketballs!"

"That was you?" He asked dumbly. I nearly tripped over myself.

"Um, duh. Do you know a lot of auburn haired new girls in Tokyo?" Okay, that was a horrible comeback. But, really? Bite me.

He shrugged, "You look.. better."

I attempted to fight back the blush I felt forming. How did this go from me getting a soccer ball to him complimenting my looks?

"People tend to look better when blood isn't dripping down their nose and they don't have to sit in a car for hours." I commented.

"You still suck at soccer." If I didn't know any better, I would say he's trying to piss me off. But, I don't know any better. So he is trying to piss me off.

Me no likey people pissy me offy. Guess what I did then? I put down the soccer ball. Then, I aimed it precisely--at Hyuuga Natsume's private. Then I slammed my foot against it.

In short, I kicked a soccer ball into Hyuuga Natsume's balls.

"Sucker!" I stuck my tongue out at him and ran away.

I pranced merrily back to the field when I was a good distance from the guy's court.

Luna glanced at me curiously, she looked slightly agitated when she couldn't find a soccer ball with me.

"Saku--"

"I kicked it into Hyuuga's balls and ran." I replied, hoping that she would understand. She stood their confused and blinked. Then she began cracking up and held her hand up for a high five.

"Good job." She grinned as I responded to the high five, "Welcome to the team."


I trudged myself up the long driveway of my new home and yawned. Long day, definitely a very long day.

"Well, well, look who it is." I cringed at the sound of his voice. I turned on my heel and attempted to laugh. I sounded like a cat facing a fireman with a water pump.

"Heh, about today--"

"You're a bold person." He whispered into my ear. I couldn't get rid of my blush-- he was fast. Without me even noticing he got to me from his driveway. Maybe he's a vampire! Or a ninja! Or I'm just not that observant when I'm nervous enough to pee my pants.

My breath hitched. He was so close I could feel him smirk against my cheek.

"I'm..." What to say. "..not stalking you!" Nice one, Mikan.

He laughed-- not one of those sweet laughs. One of those scary sadistic ones. Okay, it wasn't scary, it was actually kind of hot. But I refuse to fraternize with the enemy; even if he has a sexy sounding sadistic laugh!

"I figured that out when you hit me in the balls."

I let my jaw hang open stupidly as I tried to find something else to say, but it was pointless. He pulled away and his crimson eyes ran over my face. Satisfied with my expression, he smirked and walked away. He sent me wave as he left,

"See you around, Polka dots."

I glanced down to see that my oversized t-shirt had conveniently slipped itself down enough to expose the pattern of my bra.

"Pervert!!"

Oh yes, this year is going to be delightful.

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