Tachibana Higuchi owns Gakuen Alice. Always has and always will.
Prologue
Mikan Sakura was officially bored.
It was raining outside and Mikan had literally nothing to do, therefore she was bored.
Mikan was munching on her Doritos while listening to Ed Sheeran's Galway Girl while she rolled on the floor of her apartment out of sheer boredom. Mikan lived alone. She had no family, was orphaned at the age of 2 . She had no close friends, kept everyone at a good distance, and was about the biggest liar one would have ever met. Mikan had no boyfriend, no lover whatsoever, she always kept to herself.
Okay maybe she had a few friends but that was about it.
She was trailing her fingers over her fully tattooed left arm. Only the skin near her fingers weren't tattooed mainly because she wore rings on literally all her ten fingers and then she frowned, maybe that's why most of the people she met thought that she was either a gang member or a hardcore druggist.
Mikan was neither.
Her life to be honest, was plain and pallid. Not that she minded it but really a little entertainment was all she was asking for.
"Ugh!" She yelled, she felt absolutely bored. She couldn't even sleep because she had problems in that department, her sleeping hours were honestly, more irregular than the shape of amoeba, she always used to carry tablets in order to fall asleep which led her carry the prescribed pills everywhere.
She looked at her phone which was still playing the song and then she smirked.
Might as well make a prank call. Not like something bad would happen out of it. Mikan thought chirpily.
In hindsight, she would later agree that this was most likely a terrible decision to make.
Mikan called to an international number. They always were the fun ones, which after a few rings, a squeaky but feminine voice picked it up.
"Hello, this is Natsume's fiance speaking. He-"
"Wait hang on, he is engaged?!" Mikan put on a fake voice of shock and absolute mortification.
"Yes, it was day before yesterday-"
"-And what about the promises he made to me?"Mikan pretended to be crying towards the end of her sentence, gasping for air incessantly.
"May I know what your relations are with my fiance?" The woman on the other side inquired, narrowingly.
"I *sob* I was his .." Mikan paused as to thinking what to say. Not like anyone had anything to lose if she exaggerated a bit. With that thought in mind she continued.
"I was his wife! ..and..*sob* *sob* I loved him, how could that bastard do this to me? Even after he knew... " She sniffed as half her conscious was seeking condolences from Kamisama for doing such a thing.
Okay, maybe her confessions to the priest will be elongated due to this.
"Even after he knew what...?" The lady on the other side, sounded horrified but did Mikan care? Nope, as hard as a rock she was.
Mikan blinked, she was going to say 'even after he knew I truly loved him', but she decided that she wanted to be 'overly' dramatic for once. "Even after he knew that I carry his child. Twins mind you. Both of us had named them.." Mikan ransacked her head for two Japanese names.
"..er..Munakata and Mikoto wer-" She randomly inserted those were the main characters of her favourite anime show, K.
"-Oh you poor thing!" The woman screeched on the other side.
"Yes, oh God." She exclaimed. "How could God even make such a disloyal man?!" Mikan whined, suffocating the cracks of laughter with as much strength as she could muster.
And then Mikan disconnected the call without another word but not before hearing the woman on the other side saying -
'I'm so breaking this marriage with him, can't believe he actually cheated on me.'
Mikan grinned sadistically as she hung up. Whoever this Natsume guy was, may the odds be in his favour cause he's gonna battle a Hunger Games worse than that of Suzanne Collins.
Satisfied that now she had practically ruined someone's life, Mikan switched it off. And choose to completely forget the matter then continued listening to Ed Sheeran's most recent song, Perfect.
What a sappy song, Mikan thought, rolling her eyes. She took her sleeping pills and hopped into her bed with a warm blanket draped around her.
Oh and of course,
She was completely unaware of the fact that this Natsume guy was capable of wrecking her life by the snap of his fingers.
Meanwhile in America,
Natsume Hyuuga, a force to reckon and a death god in his own right was a mob boss. An efficient commander and an excellent thinker. There were numerous reasons why one didn't go mrssing around with him. Atleast those who were wise would keep to themselves. Those who were not, however, God rest their souls.
He had just come out of his hotel room with his guards carrying his luggages as waited for a certain someone to show up. To many his nonchalance would be mistaken for a normal occurrence because it was typical of him to hold a poker face. Which is why if one really knew him well, they would know that the grip on his phone and the slightly clenched jaw portrayed something entirely different.
Natsume Hyuuga was infuriated and angry. Because his fiance had broken off the engagement because some whore called her and told that she was 'apparently' married to him and also had two kids with him.
This came off as a big shock to Natsume who didn't even know that he had a wife, two kids were out of the question.
"Did you track the call?" He asked his most trusted friend who worked under him, Ruka Nogi. A pleasant blonde haired man with oceanic blue eyes who could smile and share a lovely conversation about tea with someone as well as murder another in cold blood with the same smile.
"Yes, It seems it was made in Tokyo, Japan. At 10:50 pm." Ruka obediently informed.
"Alright, is my private jet ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good then." Natsume nodded his head.
He was the most feared Mobster one might have ever known, his marriage with Wakako Usami was to inherit her father's empire in the criminal industry, but his plans were foiled when a certain woman(who he had no clue existed) called him up on his cell phone and Wakako went to answer it instead because he had been stupid enough to leave his phone around her.
Wakako was a gullible woman, she believed legitimately whatever you'd tell her to believe without a question which made it all the more easier to trap her in a marriage with himself.
And now? Now, her father had declared him as a sworn enemy and there was a 'kill on sight' command hanging on his head.
Because of which there was another enemy added on the never-ending list.
Natsume was a rich man, obviously, an absolute charmer when circumstances forced him to be. He never had a person to come back to, which is why it didn't matter to whether he was shot dead or was subjected to torture, didn't matter to him.
He was cold to the world, even to himself at times. His sister, Aoi, was maybe the only reason he continued living, or atleast didn't surrender to death, maybe Ruka too. But that was about it.
Natsume gritted his teeth as his deep red eyes glittered with fury, few times only had he the emotions of pure vengeance and this was one of those times.
Honestly, whoever this woman was, he hoped that she knew exactly which flowers to put on her grave because he was going to kill her.
Yeah cause I couldn't study unless I finished this chapter.
