The following teaser trailer has been approved for appropriate audiences.
Rated T for language, suggestions of sex ions away from lime or lemon, and violence.
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From the Gakuen Alice Reader's Choice Award Winning Author, Aspirator
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Written
as a sequel for,
but can be read independent from
THE A TEAM
A Gakuen Alice Fanfiction Story
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Imagine the scenes described flashing on the screen while you hear the bolded dialogue as a voice over. In the end, it'll explain where the voice over is coming from.
There is no chronological order to these events
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"They've thrown our backs against the wall!"
Yuka is catapulted from the explosion. Like a small tootsie roll, her body bounced off the wall and rolled onto the ground, just inches from the scathing fire. Her dirtied hands claw at the ground as she struggled to get up. Her face is scrunched up in grief as she looked back at the still burning fire. She ducked quickly, covering her head just as burning debris flew by.
She cried out in suffering for a part of the brick wall tumbled down on her lower body. Yuka spared a glance at the ever increasing fire as the heat intensified. Her brain was turning quickly while her eyes were assessing the situation and her hands were picking apart the layers of bricks on top of her. She gasped when she spotted the crates of oil in the far corner. She focused on the task of freeing her lower body.
Coughing against the poisonous smoke, she thrust a heavy brick resting on her abdomen urgently away. Yuka glanced up. The fire was making its way across the building. Quickly calculating the distance between the fire and oil crates, her eyes widened.
200 meters.
She grabbed a brick in each hand, shoving them off her right thigh. She was desperate now, digging her hands through the layers of bricks and shoving them aside.
100 meters.
Yuka grunted painfully, tugging at her legs. She pushed at the bricks and pulled at her broken legs with all her strength. She needed to survive this. She needed to get back to base. She needed to see Mikan again -
"There has to be something - anything."
Sakura lay on the hospital bed, immobile and unconscious. All the machines surrounding her couldn't help her.
Syaoran lay with his head down, by her side, his hand not letting go of hers. His hair a mess and his bloodied clothing dirty. His body language weary and distraught.
Eriol stood by the wall. He, on the other hand, had changed to cleaner clothes, but also stand weary and distraught.
Syaoran picked up his head, and Eriol turned his to stare curiously at the heart monitor. It was starting to slow.
Desperately, Syaoran sat up, pleading with the unconscious woman, taking her hand in both of his. Eriol stepped forward in concern, resting a consoling hand on his partner's shoulder.
Without fail, the heart monitor slowed...and slowed...until it flatlined. The horrific sound filled Syaoran's ears. With widened eyes, he shouted in rage.
Quickly, Eriol grabbed his partner's arm and wrenched him back. The doors slammed open and Dr. Imai runs in, along with Nonoko and Anna. Nonoko was fumbling with medical equipment. Dr. Imai was performing CPR. Anna was setting up the defibrillator. They were going to do anything that could save their friend.
Eriol holds onto Syaoran shakily as tears of his own flows from his face. He couldn't bear to see his partner's heart broken expression. The scene was horrific.
"Run?"
Nonoko, who was supposed to be keeping an eye out, ran towards Yuu with an urgent expression. Yuu didn't have to read her lips nor hear her words to know what she said. He quickly snatched the flash drive out of the side of the laptop. He rushed out of the office, just as she reached him, and they ran down the hallway, turning randomly.
Yuu and Nonoko ran and ran - until they reached the end of a hallway. They looked around harriedly, Nonoko muttering curses under her breath.
Yuu stopped, grabbing her hand. She looked at him questionably, but he wasn't looking at her. He was looking at the window that ended the hallway.
There was a uniform inhale of breath, as they took ten steps back. Then, with intertwined fingers, they sprinted at the clear glass - their arms and knees lifting as shards of glass exploded around them.
"How? Where? They've got us."
The camera shutter clicks. A hand twisted the lens to zoom in on the scene.
Behind the back of a building, in a tight alleyway, almost completely shadowed, were two figures. They seemed to be in deep discussion, the taller figure - the one called Natsume - had a dark expression on his face. While the shorter female - the cameraman knew her as one of them, Mikan - seemed to be pleading with him. Then they launched into some type of argument. It was over quickly however, when Natsume suddenly reached out for her cheek and enveloped her mouth with his.
The camera shutter clicked some more.
"No...no, we have one more option."
The breath is knocked out of Eriol as he slammed heavily against the wall. He glanced up blearily to see his partner, Syaoran, combating the hooded individual. By the way the attacker moved, Eriol deduced she was a woman. Syaoran crouched down, evading a blow, instead, throwing his leg forward to trip his opponent. The attacker jumped out of the way and onto Syaoran, bringing him down. Syaoran wrestled the attacker, finally throwing her off and quickly standing up to face her.
Their physical combat travelled down the corridor and around the corner, out of Eriol's sight. By the sound of grunts and thuds, Eriol knew they weren't too far.
Syaoran dodged another kick and jab at his body as he was pushed backwards into another corridor and around the corner. He brought his body down to a low crouch as she had jumped and attempted to kick him in the upper body. When she only met air, she ended up revising her movement and landing on his back as he crouched. Wrestling her stranglehold, Syaoran threw her off his back, standing as he did so.
Rather than falling to the ground, Syaoran's attacker had swiftly backflipped - pausing momentarily in a handstand. She had suddenly forward flipped, running both her legs straight into Syaoran's chest. Having seen it coming just a millisecond before, Syaoran had attempted to swipe at the attacker's face. He had only managed to dislodge her mask while she threw him down to the ground and knocked out his breath. She landed with her knees on his chest.
The flips had blown his attacker's deep hood off, revealing sunkissed blonde locks and bright emerald eyes. If Syaoran's breath weren't knocked out already, it was now.
"And what's that?"
The cars whizzed by in a flash, going more than 100 miles per hour. Natsume sat calmly behind the wheel of one of the race cars, turning the wheel swiftly, bracing himself against the seat at the sharp turn. From his peripheral vision, he saw Mochu's flashy red Nissan catching up next to him. But that wasn't what he was worried about.
He felt a strong jolt and the sharp sound of his car being scratched. To his left was a black Acura bumping roughly against him. Jerking his wheel, and pressing on the gas pedal harder, Natsume tried to get out of the way. He felt the back end of his car run into Mochu's. There was a curse and the red Nissan veered away - but another black Acura flew out of nowhere, blocking his path.
At 175 mph, there was only one outcome from such a situation.
Natsume glanced to his right just in time to see bright sparks and the red Nissan flying in the air, twisting 360 degrees a dozen times, then landing on its roof. He was forced to peel his eyes away as he felt the two Acuras zone in on him.
He took a glance to his left as he turned sharply in that direction, causing the chaser to his right fall back- but the black Acura to his left kept up. They were window to window now, scratching each other's paint occasionally. He glanced once more to his left, just as its driver looked at him.
He nearly lost his grip on the wheel when he caught sight of long auburn locks, familiar hazel eyes, and a slight, mischievous smile to her lips.
"Hide in plain sight."
Sakura patted down her pant suit one more time. She took a deep breath. She pushed through the opaque glass to face ten agents sitting around the conference table. At their mixed look of surprise, suspicion, curiosity, and caution, she took out a small square ID from her pocket. Opening it, she flashed them an Interpol badge, greeting them all amiably.
"Are you sure?"
The static voices came out of a laptop, resting innocently in the middle of a conference table. It was obviously tampered with, both completely encrypted and undecipherable. Ten agents sat solemnly around the table.
Natsume Hyuuga. Hotaru Imai. Yuu Tobita. Nonoko Ogasawara. Anna Umenomiya. Kokoro Yome. Kitsuneme. Mochiage - also known as Mochu. Syaoran Li. Eriol Hiiragizawa.
"They'll never see it coming."
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Premiering
FEBRUARY 14, 2014
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Twelve able bodied men and women stand before their transportation. Each carrying satchels of equipment in big black bags or backpacks.
Tomoyo stood before Eriol, fussing over his appearance. As of currently, she's fixing the high-tech glasses on his face, muttering about its resistance to stupidity, and goodness, if only Eriol could be a little gentler on the lens-that-also-turns-into-a-screen. No wonder Tomoyo is always off fixing the darned thing.
While Anna and Nonoko melted at their cuteness, Syaoran grimaced.
Sakura stepped up to stand next to him. She smile charmingly at the agent. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Syaoran responded with a straight face.
"Good." Her smile widened.
"Great." He squared his shoulder.
"Okay." Now she was full on grinning, giving him a strange look.
"Alright." Syaoran nodded at her.
Sakura nods back with a small, confused chuckle before she ambled off.
Koko walked by Syaoran, pausing next to him. "You really have a way with women," he commented cheekily.