Hi there! This is my new and totally random story! I hope you enjoy. XD
(Please excuse the swearing, I'm a natural potty mouth and I couldn't help myself. Tee hee!)
Disclamier: I do not own Gakuen Alice or any associated characters and settings
Chapter one: If you were a Sunday morning, I'd punch you
"I CAN'T HANDLE THIS SHIT!"
Mikan rolled around on ground clutching her stomach and spazzing out. Sumire summoned the energy to grab the remote and turned down the TV volume. She glanced over the back of the couch. Why was her cousin convulsing in her lounge room? I mean, sure, people tended to just show up at Sumire's house all the time, but this was Sunday morning. Everyone was still recovering from Saturday night on Sunday morning. Like Luna, who still had her bitching self in Sumire's bed, BTW. Sumire could understand why she would be reluctant to leave though. Sumire was loaded. It was a damn nice house. With a damn nice tenant. For reals.
Sumire grinned briefly, then addressed Mikan.
"When the fuck did you get here? And how?"
Mikan paused in her fit to look at Sumire and shrugged. "I dunno. I wanted food. I wanted someone to eat it with. Hotaru said no, like the ice-bitch she is, and I only had enough energy to make it to you. Your door was unlocked. Please, feed me."
Sumire blinked. Mikan blinked. Sumire raised an eyebrow. Mikan opened her mouth,
"I'm hungry."
"Let's go eat then."
"I love you. Marry me."
"Not while I'm hungry, babe. Maybe later."
Sumire sighed and heaved herself off the couch. She glanced down and considered changing out of her tracksuit pants and faded skivvy attire. Then decided she looked sexy anyway and she was too hungry (now that Mikan had mentioned it) to be bothered. She slipped a rubber band off her wrist and did up her dark green (it's natural. For reals) hair into a messy bun, with the curly bits hanging in her face, as usual.
It was one of those days. You know the kind where you wake up with a throbbing headache and the urge to throw your guts up after getting shit-faced the night before with a friend (who you knew was still passed out in your room) knowing you have to work in your condition and just think;
Why the fuck did I do that?
It had taken a stumble-fall down the stairs and a handful of coffee beans taken straight from the jar for Sumire to drag herself onto the couch. The TV had been turned on by Sumire's shit of a cat, Bungle, jokingly named Bitch-boy by her friends (cough-not-cough), who lived to make her hate him by stepping on a remote when she had a hang-over.
Sumire dug the heels of her hands into her eyes to stop the throbbing. It didn't work.
"I don't have any food here, because Hotaru, gluttonous pig that she is, ate it all Friday night. Let's head down to Ichio's. Misaki should be working by now."
Mikan pounced off the floor and wrapped her arms and legs around Sumire with a squeal of 'I love you'. Sumire observed her dryly. Then yawned tiredly.
"I thought you had to be either horny or hungry. I didn't realise it came as a package deal."
Mikan pouted, "Just get me food and sex, gorgeous, or I'll blow a nut."
Sumire untangled herself from Mikan's limbs and sighed. "I am pretty gorgeous, even when I look like shit," she admitted tiredly. "But I am so not in the mood to be jumped, so hold your horses sweetheart and I'll hunt down my keys."
Sumire dragged herself across the room slowly, muttering and kneading her head angrily. Her life sucked. Really. Mikan bounced after her, the promise of food to come having dispelled her hunger-spasms. Sumire groaned. Usually Mikan was adorable, now her enthusiasm was painful. Mikan started searching draws with Sumire.
"So, why's Luna passed out in your room?"
Sumire glanced over shoulder. "Because the lazy cow was too drunk to get her fat arse home last night. And I didn't feel like driving her. And the bitch locked me out of said room."
Mikan hummed cheerfully as she cast a cursory glance over the many desks and subsequent draws spread through Sumire's entrance hall in search of the car keys. And she meant entrance hall. It had been eternally labelled as the Entrance Hall since Mikan had painted the words on the wall. She didn't remember doing it, but everyone said it was her.
Why did they let her drink that much? Meanies.
Sumire must have had the most kick-ass house she has ever seen. And the most kick-ass car. And the most kick-ass wardrobe. Pretty much everything Sumire had was kick-ass. And Mikan meant; kick. Ass. She continued her humming, with a severe mood jump. She cast a totally non-sympathetic glance at Sumire out of the corner of her eye. She did look like shit.
"You do know you guys have gotta work tonight, right?"
"Shut up bitch. Don't remind me."
Sumire let out a triumphant cry when she retrieved her groping hand from the Entrance Hall fruit -bowl and a swish pair of keys were hanging from them. Mikan did a thrash-dance thing from the other side of the room and started singing. Loudly and without tune.
"IMA HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO! HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!"
Sumire looked on emotionlessly. The pounding in her head increased a tenfold. Mikan . . . well, she was a retard. To put it nicely. Mikan increased in volume and Sumire narrowed her eyes against her inner pain. Shit, that metaphor fit her entire life, really.
"My god bitch. Shut-up-I-hate-you."
Sumire frowned. She seriously didn't remember deciding to voice her thoughts. Then she caught Mikan looking behind her in the direction of the staircase. Oh shit, that meant Luna was up. At least Mikan was no longer singing. The cow.
Sumire spun to look at the blonde girl at the top of the stairs. Luna glared back with bleary eyes through splayed fingers over her face. Whoa, and Sumire thought she looked bad. Serves Luna right though. Sumire distinctly remembers being locked out of her own room and having to smash it in with the baseball she kept under the stairs. Her brother was going to kill her for that. Sumire inwardly groaned and imagined his face once he got back from his vacation thing with 'The guys'. So gay BTW. Why go on a vacation right before summer, anyway? He'd better have some way to make up for missing her graduation. Ass.
Then Sumire actually took in what Luna looked like from the neck down and was distracted.
". . . What the hell are you wearing?"
The girls stared at Luna. She was wearing nothing but one Sumire's brother's tank-tops and a pair of so-small-they-are-underwear short-shorts. Sumire would've sworn they were the ones Misaki gave her for Christmas last year. Sumire caught Mikan's innocently excited look out of the corner of her eye and groaned. Here it comes.
"Luna . . . Hawt damn, babe! Next time drop the shirt too!"
Luna managed a weak smirk, "Only for you, sexy-stuff."
Only Mikan could pull off flirting with all her friends and still looking like a doll. Undoubtedly, she was cute, and if she was offering, Sumire was single and so getting on that flight. For reals. Sumire sighed at the depravity of her thoughts and blamed it all on Mikan, Luna and Misaki. Those three were too much for anyone to escape unscathed. Suddenly a choking noise brought Sumire's attention back to Luna.
"Oh, fuck, I think I'm gonna puke."
"I'll hold your hair if you bang me."
Sumire decided this had to end. She had gone through all this effort to get Mikan food. She was bloody well gonna come and be fed.
"You will not be holding her hair, or banging her. You are coming with me. Luna get your ass to the bathroom and stay there."
"Jeez, Sumire, you're like one big cock-block, aren't you?"
Luna was going green now, but still managed to choke out, "She so is."
Sumire scowled angrily, her patience gone. She roughly snatched her sunnies off the shoebox next to the doors Mikan had left open when she had invaded Sumire's house.
"Mikan, get in the damn car. Luna, I swear if you are still in this house by the time I get back, I refuse to drive you home from work, and you can walk, and be assaulted."
Mikan sighed cheerily. "See you later babe!" She called up the stairs, and then vanished out the door. Sumire heard her start up another chorus of 'Hungry Hippo' on her way to the car. She let her scowl deepen and glanced at Luna, who was leaning on the banisters for support with a face as green as her pretty, pretty eyes. Or Sumire's hair (which was natural).
"I thought you said stay in the bathroom."
"Don't get smart with me bitch. Or I'll be telling my brother you have a thing for him."
Luna went even greener and her mouth dropped open with 'pop'.
"What? How- WHEN!"
"I drink like a fish; you can't hold your liquor. Naturally I heard your drunken confessions before I, myself, was drunk. But seriously, my brother? He's a total douch-bag."
Luna slumped, completely defeated. God her day was going to be shit. From the way this morning was going, she could tell. Sumire waved mock-happy at her and walked out the door, slamming it behind her and only just catching the mutter that floated after her.
"Fuck my life . . ."
xxXOXxx
"Hey Sumi?"
The morning sun was glinting off the hideously neon yellow Volkswagen in front of her, and Sumire squinted through the glare. She was in a prolonged bad mood because the old coot in the driver's seat was taking forever to start his car up and GET THE FUCK OUT OF SUMIRE'S PARKING SPOT BEFORE SHE LOST HER TEMPER AND RAMMED HIS FUCKING CAR. Or something like that. Really, old people were a hazard on the road. And kind of annoying. And she was attempting to ignore Mikan.
"Suuuumi?"
Sumire closed her eyes and let them rest against the window. It was soothingly cool against the side of her head. Ignore her. Just ignore her.
"SUMI!"
That was the last straw. The last. For reals.
"WHAT?"
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST PARK OVER THERE?"
"WHY DON'T YOU JUMP OFF A CLIFF AND SAVE ME THE TROUBLE OF PUSHING YOU?"
"HEY! I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP!"
"WELL DON'T!"
"Why are you yelling?"
Sumire paused in the middle of a huge breath to stare at a wide-eyed Mikan. She was perched on the edge of her seat with no seat belt on and her phone in her hand. She had on her denim short shorts and white tank-top because Mikan didn't understand the concept of cold and dressing weather appropriate was beyond her. For reals. Her hair was twisted up in the knot on the back of her head that made her look like a sex goddess, and if Sumire was into that kind of thing, she would so be flirting her trackies off right know.
"Jeez, Sumi, You're weird."
Okay, maybe not. Or something like that.
"I hate you. Go die."
"Not until I get a fucking sandwich. Or something. I don't care, as long as it's food. For reals."
The old man had finally driven his wizened butt out of her parking space, and Sumire had to agree with that. "Well let's go then." She parked quickly, ignoring the crash that signified her smashing her bumper on the curb. She flipped Mikan off casually as they got out of the car when she started to giggle crazily as only Mikan could.
"You just screwed your car."
"You just screwed your face."
"How would you do that? I mean, it's totally impossible. I'm not a contortion-thingy. I can't do that sort of thing with my spine."
Sumire snorted as she shoved open the glass doors to Ichio's. Ichio's was their hang-out. You wanted to find Sumire or her friends, first check Ichio's, and then Sumire's house. If you still can't find them, check a morgue. Or something like that. No really, it was the cafe-bistro thing where a majority of them worked, and happened to have the best damn food in Tokyo.
At affordable prices.
For reals.
Ha-ha, sales pitch syndrome. A syndrome commonly contracted from prolonged contact with Hotaru Imai. Ice Queen and bitch extraordinaire. For reals.
Ichio's was only just opening up. Only a few tables here and there in the large space were occupied by customers. Sumire cursed that she was up so early on a Sunday morning. She hated her life. Really. Sumire sighed in relief when caught sight of a familiar figure with dark pink-red hair leaning against the counter as they walked in. Apparently Mikan did too, because she squealed. Good, now she was distracted. Sumire slouched behind her friend-thing (Maybe. She really didn't know anymore).God should be paying her to live this life. For reals.
"Misaki, babe! Where have you been all my life?"
Misaki looked over her shoulder as she leaned against the bar and raised one eyebrow with a grin Sumire was all too familiar with. A fellow friend-flirt with no shame. God help them all. Or something like that.
"I dunno honey, but let's make up for lost time!" She hollered back, making the bartender she was conversing with grin. They reached the bar, ignoring odd looks from the other customers. Mikan immediately took Misaki's words to heart and started a flirt-rage.
"Do you always dress like that, or were you thinking of me this morning?" she said with a wink and hair flip.
Misaki smirked back. "Are you always this frisky in the mornings, or am I too much for your self-control?" Mikan giggled flirtatiously and let her eyes run up and down Misaki's work outfit and waitress apron.
Sumire slid onto a bar stool and let her head rest against her propped up hand. Her eyes were closed and she waited for Mikan to stop flirting and demand food. Nonoko grinned at her, polishing a glass.
"Rough morning?"
Sumire opened one eye lazily. Nonoko was about as sensible and normal as her friends got. Despite her blue (natural. For reals) hair. She was also the smart one, ignoring Hotaru (and you totally had to because Hotaru was shamelessly . . . unpleasant), being into chemistry and stuff. Sumire closed her eye again.
"You have no idea. Where's Anna?" Nonoko whistled for moment, then took in Sumire's obvious wince. She subtly stopped.
"In the back getting changed. If it makes you feel any better, I think she's hung-over too."
Sumire raised her eyebrows. Anna was sweet. Innocent in reality (unlike Mikan who just pretended so she could flirt). A little bit uptight and goody-goody. Sumire didn't even realise she drunk alcohol when Hotaru wasn't there to blackmail her.
"Anna?"
"Yep."
"Like, how?"
"She stayed with Mikan and Hotaru last night. I think it was the only thing she felt she could turn to in that kind of situation."
Sumire felt her stomach drop to her knees. "Anna? Alone with Mikan, and Hotaru?"
Nonoko nodded regretfully, her expression dubious. Sumire couldn't imagine it. An entire night with just the two most psychotic people Sumire knew. Poor Anna. And Sumire wasn't one for sympathy. On a note that pissed her off, how could Mikan spend a night drinking and come out fine? Life was not fucking fair. Nonoko continued talking as she caught sight of a pink-haired girl emerging from the far end of the bar.
"She stumbled home at about six, so I'm guessing she left as soon as she woke up. Hopefully that'll minimize the amount of mental scarring. Though she screamed when she saw a crab on the cooking channel."
Sumire bit her lip tiredly. "Yeah, well, I can understand that. How ya going, bub?" The girl she had addressed look up as walked towards them. Sumire winced. Shit, Anna did not look good.
"I have decided that Mikan and Hotaru are bloody mental. And evil," she answered hoarsely, wincing under the soft lighting over the bar. Nonoko shrugged. "I tried to warn you, An." The girl glared with unusual venom.
"Not. Hard. Enough."
Sumire yawned and shrugged as nonchalantly as Nonoko.
"You should've known better. This is Mikan we're talking about."
"What about me? Oh, hey Anna!"
Misaki had gone off to actually work. Or something. So now Mikan's attention was fixed on them. Oh god. Sumire indulged in some unholy amusement watching Anna's face pale. She should have more common sense than that anyway. For reals.
"I gotta work!"
Sumire watched Anna yelp and flee, grabbing menus and a few trays on the fly. Mikan watched with a pouty expression, obviously displeased with both Anna's disappearance that morning and her blatant running away now. After all the fun they had last night too!
"Mou. Oh! Good morning Nono!" Nonoko laughed and grabbed two glasses from under the counter. Setting them on the bar, she filled one with coke and the other with iced water.
"Hiya Mikan."
Mikan glanced at her coke and frowned. Then she remembered the whole reason she was here.
"Food!"
Sumire twitched and went to start downing her water. Nonoko raised her eyebrows.
"What about it?"
"I want some."
"As always. Why is it you and Hotaru aren't fat?"
Mikan met Nonoko's eyes solemnly. Nonoko paused for a moment to blink. Sumire twitched again.
"Because then we wouldn't be sexy. Now feed me."
So what did you think? If you liked, I actually have a plot for this story, and the boys will come in soon because I love them. Especially Koko. God I love Koko. and Kitsu. Togehter. For reals.
(Such a stupid phrase but I love it)
So, drop me a review if you have time and I'll get the next chapter up quicker! XD
PS: I don't know why, but the idea of Mikan as a flirt makes me laugh. And I like Luna and Sumire. I don't see any need to make them bad guys