Opening Note(s): Sigh! Another chaptered fic. No worries, I won't upload another one save for oneshots. I did this to test my hypothesis on how to get my name showed up on the search engine because I want to see my name on it! And so when others try to find me they won't have troubles. I suppose I should get at least two stories up but I'm not sure that's why I'm testing it.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: I'm a bit lenient about plagiarism. I've made certain standards. Plot-copying is okay. For me, there is no such thing as completely-original, only first-to-be-original. It's a matter of time-line. Meaning, if Shakespeare wasn't able to write Romeo and Juliet, given time, some would have created it in his place. Still. There's a limit in 'copying'. Copying EVERY single line is what I consider plagiarism.

Disclaimer: Did you guys got hit your head that caused your amnesia or something? Well to jog your memory, the name of the one who created Gakuen Alice is Higuchi Tachibana. Not Andrea Chua. Who's Andrea Chua? Well don't look at me, I only made that name up. For the record, my name's... (gets smacked by impatient readers) Fine, fine, impatient ones! On with the story!

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Mission Miserably Impossible
Written by: Snow Sparkle
Chapter I – Of Phone Calls and Girlfriends

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He was scowling again.

He was like that every time he walked side-by-side his father, Joujirou Hyuuga. It was like he was ashamed of being with him that he was sure not to walk too close so their shoulders would make contact. The thought goaded Joujirou and it made his insides churn uncomfortably, struggling not to admonish his son like he was only in his pre-school. Outwardly though, he looked perfectly unruffled. Signs of distress weren't in Hyuuga's reputation. They were always known for being in-control and cool and confident if not known for their empire of commerce.

And so they kept walking in silence as they made their way through the car park when the son stopped abruptly whilst Joujirou dutifully craned his head back at his son who was creasing his forehead in masked confusion.

The son bluntly narrowed his eyes at the father, yet tentatively testing the waters. "Where are we?" His tone was stiff and curt, almost untrusting like his father had done something wrong. It was anything but. In fact, he, the son, was the one who said something wrong and it effectively and immediately destroyed Joujirou's veneer.

He took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, eyes closed and teeth clenching. When it opened, it was a perfect image of a murderer out and thirst to kill. "Where are we?" he echoed, his voice trembling in restrained anger. "Where are we you ask! We're at OUR hotel that's where we are!" There was an overwhelming and tempting surge of impulse to lob his son and knock some sense into him but the security personnel were fast to act that they were able to restrain and calm him down a bit just in time.

"You, Natsume, are the most irresponsible person! How dare you not know what business we're most famous at when you're the one who gets the most beneficiary out of it!"

Natsume, the now named son shrugged lightly and easily brushing off his father's outburst. He was used to this type of conversation anyway. It was like a routine. "It's not like I'd inherit it someday that I have to care." He stared point-blank then took a sidelong glance on his watch to beckon his father his time was being wasted just to spite him more. But not before he would point out his least favorite fact— it was like a hard slap across his face every time he remember it. Nevertheless he liked expressing his disappointments. After all, what was the use of moping if nobody knew what was the reason behind it?

"Isn't it that your eldest son, Touya, would take over this?" he spat with venom dripping from his tone.

Something clicked and Joujirou shoved the sentinels to a side, straightening his suit. If others, this simple move from him would make anyone cower in fear. Hyuugas have a certain distinctive aura that anyone would instantly have deep respect and fear to them. But he was faced with another Hyuuga, a Hyuuga that was of complete resemblance to him. "Is this what's all about? You're envious of my attention to Touya?"

Natsume let out a derisive snort. The old man thought that the world revolved around him. "Don't you get enough flattery from the press?" He shifted his gear. "So what are we doing here? I'm guessing to kiss Touya's arse? Gonna officially hand this over to him while I, the irresponsible son will gawk enviously?" he mock-pouted his voice.

Joujirou couldn't keep himself steady. He couldn't believe it, Natsume was envious of Touya and he wasn't aware of it!

Touya had always pleased and flattered him, yes. Though his brains weren't so great, they weren't that bad either. In fact, his I.Q. was about above average. Touya was hard-working and was not hiding the reality that he wanted Joujirou's approval. He worked so hard that he shunned any thoughts of having romantic relationships. He forgot all about having fun and focused in priding Joujirou.

Natsume on the other hand, never exerted an effort to pride him although his brains and talent far succeeded anyone— everyone. He never did showcase a tiny speck of interest on their businesses and merely spent all the money they were making on useless gears. Still, he was his favorite. Because Natsume was like him. The true imagery of a Hyuuga he wanted to show off the press.

But then, after personally driving him to Halcyon Heights Hotel to hand him the title of the business in hopes of rousing his interest, he said those!

"No." the answer was smooth and controlled yet undeniably mocking, a plan coming up. Now that he knew Natsume was unconsciously unaware of his urge to surpass Touya, he could use it. "I was about to give this to you but—" He deliberately paused to enjoy his son's stunned expression. His plan was definitely working. Natsume might be brainy but he was way too premature to meet him head-on. His lips quirked into a devious grin. "—But since you made perfectly clear you're not interested, I guess I have to hand it over to Touya as you've so happily suggested."

Natsume's red irises narrowed more into slits. "You really don't intend to give it to me, do you?"

"Do I not?" Joujirou mocked mused in a non-committal manner and with a click of his fingers, a man in dark suit appeared to hand over an envelope full of documents inside a suitcase and showed triumphantly the name indicated to whom those documents belong to: Natsume Hyuuga. He again took pride over his son's glare at the documents. "Now how's that? How does it feel of what was supposed to be yours would be Touya's?" And as if it wasn't enough he added, "Touya'll have a field day about this."

Natsume's glare was still on, the name indicated on the documents was slowly churning into Touya to his deceptive mind's eye. "Isn't that nice?" He managed to draw out a vindictive smile that made the spectators took a step back. Joujirou inwardly prided as if to say That's my boy. "Congratulations. It's in good hands." And as he finished saying this, Natsume marched on his foot out of the lot, with no place in mind but a thought in mind.

I'll get that Touya some day!

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my dearest mikan,

u knoe me, but u dont knoe it's me. i've loved u ever since i've 1st laid muh eyes on u. i luv u not only bcoz of ur undying beauty but also bcoz ur kind, sweet, smart, funny, hard-working, hot, bubbly, kissable, huggable, adorable, lovable nd friendly. i'm sorry i cant xpose muhself 4 noe but mayb sumday i will. wen dat tym cums, we'll b happy...

2gether 4evah...

Your secret admirer,
LhOvEr-BoYzZz69

"I've decided. You're a loser."

Mikan Sakura had hung her head low, flushing furiously at her best friend's admonishing and mocking gawp. This has got to be the most embarrassing day of her life. She was so in dire straits and now she was exposed, she would possibly never hear the end of this.

"I-I was doing it only for entertainment!" she lousily forged an explanation, avoiding Hotaru's eye-contact and tried to ease the building tension of her body by fiddling over her sundress.

"And writing letters to yourself is an entertainment?" Hotaru shot back making Mikan frantically waved her hand to beckon Hotaru to lower down her voice. Getting caught by her best friend dropping off a mail to herself on a busy street was mortifying enough and she didn't want more people to hear her crime. Without thinking, she grabbed Hotaru's hand and dragged her to a more private place. It happened to be a nearby telephone booth.

"Fine!" she blurted uneasily, pacing back and forth and biting her fingernails. "I did it because I'm lonely! No one ever writes me love letters and you're getting married and now I'm so depressed so there!" Mikan practically screamed the last two words. She had herself at the scanty corner with her hard covering her face to prevent Hotaru from reading her expression.

Um. So how come her writing love letters to herself lead to the dramatic rap session of Hotaru being married? It was like she was plunking down all her odd behavior to her best friend— That it was Hotaru's fault not hers.

"I thought we've talked about this." Hotaru stated dryly. Not at all affected all of Mikan's fake dramas. She folded her arms and leaned against the phone booth's frame. "You can't expect me to be by your side forever."

"Y-No! Of course not!" Mikan replied defensively, her neck craned heavenwards to stare back momentarily at Hotaru then back at her hands. "It's just that you're my best friend! I had plans for us! I dreamt a double wedding! Then we'd give birth at the same time and engage our kids then go to— go to— I'm so sorry for being selfish... I wanted you to be happy... no, I want you to be happy... and Ruka-pyon's a good man— I had a crush on him before— but never mind, I don't wanna be alone!" she blabbed hysterically.

"And what, pray tell, is exactly the connection to the current situation?" Hotaru prodded, her shoe was beginning to tap impatiently against the floor.

"Hotaru! I'm penniless!"

If it was possible, Hotaru deadpanned more. The girl was changing the topic. And it was so blatantly obvious it pissed her off. Did Mikan actually think that with a brain as great such as hers, she would not notice it?

Hotaru was either being underestimated or Mikan was just being an oaf.

Probably the latter.

Hotaru sighed stressfully, hauling Mikan aloft and gave her a let's-not-fuck-around glare. "It's about the good-for-nothing Reo, isn't it?"

Mikan's silence said it all and Hotaru didn't resist an eye-roll.

"You write letters to yourself to make Reo jealous." Hotaru concluded, Mikan conceded. "He's such a prick. I really don't get why you date that guy— Or was it dated?"

"Dated..." Mikan affirmed in a reluctantly helpful tone, her voice somber and about to cry.

"Good." Hotaru approved callously. She might be a little too harsh on her but it was for the better. "Seriously don't get worked up over a guy whom you dated for mere three weeks. He's not worth it. He only made you feel like you were lucky to have him."

"I was lucky to have him!" Mikan tried to gripe but Hotaru's penetrating stare made her think twice. But then remembering what Reo did to her, a lot of inspiration came. "He was the first guy to pay attention to me! And he was good-looking too! A lot of girls like him! And yet even of those various beautiful girls that he could have chosen, he chose me! The plain me!"

Hotaru wanted to smack someone's head right now and it wasn't Mikan. They didn't argue over things then this Reo came. The brainwasher was a jerk. "That's exactly my point. Mikan, why do you degrade yourself? A girl needs a man who can lift her up, not make her feel so down."

"He wasn't making me feel down... I was the only one—"

She hauled up her hand to stop her mouth's motion. Hotaru planed her ruffled clothes, bending her attention to something else. It was hard to talk Mikan out of matters such as this. "Go ahead. Drool over Reo but don't say I didn't warn you."

Mikan anxiously grabbed Hotaru's sleeve securely to prevent her from leaving. "I'm sorry..." she spoke but refusing to meet Hotaru's eyes. Then deciding it was better if she was left.

She wasn't sad over Reo.

But she was sad having known someone like Reo would be impossible to reach.

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"It's not you, it's me."

How many times have Mikan heard that done to death break-up line?

Lots of times in countless movies, TV shows and old radio dramas. If Mikan had heard it from a third-person point of view, she would have probably rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, Mikan wasn't the third person. That hackneyed line was for her.

Mikan desperately clutched her cell phone with both her hands like she was actually holding Reo's new lover's neck. Needless to say, she looked like a lovesick fool and already crying in both anger and misery— mindless and unaware of the some sniggering and some sympathetic glances people from the espresso bar she sat gave.

"Is it because I order way too much when we eat out?" Mikan tried to get the conversation running, if she hadn't said it Reo would have thought she choked in her spit whilst crying and died.

If anything, Reo tried to suppress an exasperated sigh. He so wanna hung the phone right now. This was his price of dating an NBSB— No Boyfriend Since Birth. He thought it was fun, trying to take on virgins but Mikan was too innocent and too naïve for her own good that Reo couldn't make a subtle move on her. She couldn't get hints. So he learnt his lesson that experienced girls were more fun. Yes, Mikan was such a refreshing and fun companion but like any other guys, they want more than that.

What Mikan couldn't give was what his potential girlfriends could give. Thus two-timing her by dating the French model who had shown some keen interests on him. Screw it if the only French phrase he knew and understand was Je T'aime— Levine was beautiful anyway and would make a good display to his friends. When Mikan caught them, she made him choose.

The answer was as obvious as the pimple nose on the face.

"Mikan," Reo drawled slowly, as if it would aid Mikan's comprehension skills. "Mikan, baby, please don't cry, you know it makes me sad." he forged a pouty voice, trying to sound hurt.

"Then why!" she bashed the coffee table, making the fine chinas on top make a clattering sound. "Is it because Levine speaks French?! I already know what Je T'aime means— the one you kept saying like it's the only word you can understand—"

A seductive, purring, feminine voice on the other line interrupted her mouth-blab and Mikan knew instantly who it was.

"Stop calling Reo already." It was Levine and it hadn't for her situation, Mikan would have laughed at her strong French accent trying to do a Japanese. It sounded weird to her native ears.

Mikan filled her lungs with all her spite for Levine and was about to retort heatedly when a busy line hollered. Cheesed off, she tried calling again but it was already out of reach. She did this a couple of times until she got sick of it and lobbed her cell phone to the table, wolfing down the remaining whole of her blueberry cheesecake and simultaneously swigged her cappuccino, not even savoring the heavenly taste like she usually did.

"It's not you, it's me."

Mikan blinked, ears suddenly perked up at the same break-up line Reo had used to her and it had stirred her emotions more. It was coming from the table behind her. The voice was a strong, deep and throaty one— the kind that would send girls knees quaking and boys glaring enviously. Being the prying and curious girl that she was, she hazarded a look and saw a familiar looking woman. It didn't take long to realize that she was the underwear model of the brand she was currently using.

At first she thought she was the one being dumped but then she saw the guy on the phone, smiling playfully at the model like they were sharing some kind of a dark, seedy secret.

He was apparently an incredibly a handsome guy— making the squealing noises of the high school girls on the other table understandable yet at the same time irritating. His hair was jet black just like what most people have, yet the ruffled, smooth shape of it made the other hairs inferior. And his eyes, Mikan was so sure it wasn't for the thanks of contact lenses, were crimson.

Yet. Instead of admiring the guy just the rest of the female population of the café did, she felt sick to the stomach just looking at him. He reminded her of what exactly her imaginary Reo was doing when he broke up with her and the model pretty much reminded her of Levine.

Were models likely to get caught into a third-party?

Mikan restrained herself and her spite at her chair— convincing herself it has got nothing to do with her.

"Korina," he drawled slowly, whirling a sense of déjà vu to Mikan. "Korina, baby, please don't cry, you know it makes me sad."

That decided it. Ousting out her conscience away, Mikan marched furiously to their table, snatched the guy's cell phone from his lazy grasp (like he despised the conversation he had). She was ignorant to the gasps of the café and proceeded to talk to the already crying girl on the other line. "You don't know me and I don't know you but I understand you. You're just wasting your tears for this guy! He's—" The guy tried to snatch the phone back but she quickly evaded. And now she was blabbing her failed love life to the stranger... "He's toying with you like my ex-boyfriend has—" This time, the cell phone's owner had succeeded to get his phone back and tossed it to his model girlfriend.

Natsume sent her a suffocating death glare. "Just what do you think you're doing!" he challenged in a low growl, ceasing her arm vice-grip that made Mikan yelp. He was so not in the mood today. For starters, his father had just given his brother what was supposed to be his and now a stranger had intercepted his call.

She tried to struggle out but he was way too strong. "Helping unfortunate people like me!" she snapped. "But thanks to you, I've found out that all guys are losers! They use the same expression over and over thinking it works on all kinds of girls!" Then with the strongest kick she could muster, she aimed for his shin but she ended up tripping down at the process. Natsume merely made a grunting sound whilst Mikan tried to get her composure put back together.

"That's for all the women you've deceived!" she barked, blissfully unaware of how pathetic she sounded because she was the one who had the most damage. She turned to the model who was looking angrily at her but at the same time terrified. "And you, I pity you!"

When she said that, she felt like she was like wonderwoman who fought vigorously for women rights and felt amazingly in-control. She turned back again to Natsume who was dying to wish that she was a guy so he could hit her.

"So this is the way you handle your anger?" his tone was bored like the embarrassing scene never happened. "You're even more pathetic than I thought." His red irises scanned the room, making a mental note that they were attracting a lot of attention and that some were videoing the scene with their cell phones. Suddenly, a plan came up that would put him in a win-win situation. With a malignant smirk, he turned to his girlfriend. "Cherry, I'm done with you. Let's break up."

Cherry's eyes widened in shock. How come her ex-boyfriend who had dumped another girl recently for her, had dumped her in mere seconds after they were officially together?

"Why!" was her distressed cry. "Is there something about me that you don't like? What did I do to make you do this!"

He smiled at her patronizingly, regarding her in a callous manner that he truly was. "It's not you, it's me." Mikan rolled her eyes at the scene but then he suddenly yanked her, catching her off guard and nailed her around his arm. It was a kind of a brotherly clasp that guys often use to snag mischievously other guys but the people were all too stunned to notice. "And her."

The look of Mikan and Cherry's horrified look and the gasps of people made Natsume smirk in triumph. Inwardly he knew this would make Touya and his dad and the coffee-eyed girl churn their insides to smithereens.

Ah. Revenge would be sweet.

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Ending Note(s): To give the plot's framework: This it's not a pretend-girlfriend thingy. More like a pretend-falling-apart-couple... then Mikan will do her so-called and non-existing seducing talent to seduce Touya. Of course jealousy ensues! It's fun to have the plan backfiring back at them.