A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with yet another story and I swear, none turned out to be as good as this one XD! And yeah, what does this all have to do with Gakuen Alice, you'll know in the upcoming chapters so... Let me know your thoughts! Do you think Red and the Wolf will ever be on the same terms? Or are they doomed to hate each other forever?! Let's find out!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice... This story took the hell out of me tho. Especially thinking of a plot where I can bring these two together... If I can that is. I'm still working on it! Fingers crossed! Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Red and the Wolf!

It begins with a coincidence so efficiently planned, an inevitable scene of sorts. Our 'encounter' was a scenario known to all, a path that leads me to the 'end'. Literally. I was different however. Different how? Different, given that I'm still breathing and for the time being, hunted down. Different, given that I've been following this same damned procedure for the last 3 years.

I slice through the bush, sliding in to the side and landed right on my feet, turned to look back for him, all in a short span of 10 seconds. Flipping my long red cape back over my shoulder, I took off once again, knowing I could not waste losing a single second.

He was fast. But I could be faster if I wanted to.

Our world was not your average office going, school grooming, normal kids with school buses. Nope. Our world was filled with every bit of flowery crap a fairytale demands. Princesses, fairies, trolls, enchanted animals that can talk, godmothers, blah, blah, blah...

My best friend Nobara is the Snow Queen, Elsa. And although citizens in our world considered her to be an antagonist, she's not. She's actually rather benevolent once you get to know her. She's sweet, kind and shy to a fault.

Another one of my best friends is Hotaru Imai, this world's local Tinker bell. Yeah, I know. Sassy and a stubborn headed character; she's one tough cookie to crack. Word of advice, never ever make a deal with Hotaru Imai. You won't LIVE to see the end of it. Take it from someone who's experienced it.

Then there's Prince charming. Ruka Nogi. Blonde, 5 foot 6, absolutely gorgeous. It took me a while although, to differentiate between who Ruka actually was. He claimed he was Prince Charming. I claimed he was Cinderella. But sadly, I was proven wrong.

Cinderella was Anna. She wasn't exactly that poor as she owned her very own shop on the outskirts of town. A patisserie, the best in town. And although Anna and Ruka claim they fell in love at first sight, all I saw was 2 hormonal teenagers who found each other hot enough to get married to within the next 2 months. And they did!

It didn't matter to me. Everybody had a happy ending. Everybody had their 'Prince' to come to their rescue; I had a woodcutter save me and that too only in an alternate version of the story! In the original one, I'm supposed to just accept my fate and die.

Yeah, like f*ck I will.

The sharp roar of an incensed beast cut me off, and brought me back from memory lane to reality. He was closing in. I knew he was. I could practically sense him even though he was nowhere near me. I ran even faster, without looking back, my eyes focused on the road ahead.

"Crap!" I cursed under my breath as a sharp branch cut across my cheek, drawing fresh blood, slowing me down for a split second as I put a hand to cheek to check the wound. Nothing too big but I was conscious all too well of the fact that he could smell any trace of blood. And of the fact that he knew mine better than anyone else's.

Up ahead was a small clearing of two huge boulders. Easily slipping inside between the small opening of the two rock walls, I found myself in a type of cave. But I had no time to think about what to do next.

"RED..."

His voice offered me no time. It offered me nothing. His angry growl as he spat out my name made my body go still, initiating goosebumps all over my arms. I steeled my breath trying to slow it down so that I wasn't panting too hard. I couldn't afford that luxury. Not where he was concerned.

I pressed my ear against the rock wall, hoping to pinpoint where he was but he was smarter AND faster to be too far away. In fact, he was impatiently roaming the grounds right outside of where I was. I heard the discrete sound of a growl and paws rubbing against the ground.

"Red..." He voice rang out tauntingly, his steps circling about the opening of the cave where I was trapped in. "Come out to play, Red. You know I don't bite."

Go to hell. I almost yelled aloud wanting him to hear it. But I knew that was exactly what he wanted me to do. To give my position away to him in hopes of something stupid. As if. Sorry, I'm not THAT stupid. Better try something else.

"Fresh blood, the scent of vanilla, and lavender on your trail. You've been messing with the flower patch again, haven't you?" His voice was dripping with mockery as I close my eyes cursing myself mentally for not being able to resist the flowers.

"I know you're here." He whispered and I swear I could almost feel his dark, husky voice and hot breath run up and down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I willed my fast pacing heart to calm down. Surveying the inside of the cave, I rake my brains for possible escape routes. It looked to be a dead end to the left and to the right; the cave grew further darker and deeper. I took a small quiet step to the right, when a twig beneath my feet snapped. Cursing, I stood still.

And then, I ran for my life. Like I always do.

And I could sense him following me. I could see his arrogant grin, hear his taunting comments. I could feel him. And ran faster knowing he wasn't far away.

"You know you can't outrun me, kitten." He said as I rolled my eyes and smile.

"I have more than once. I'll only have to do it again." I whispered to myself.

"And I've caught you more than once. I'll just have to do it again." He said. I froze all of a sudden. Stepping forward vigilantly towards the darkness, I slyly moved my hand into the back of my jeans where laid a bread knife about 3 metres tall.

His eyes, a gleaming red, were all that I could see, and I watched them climb up, as if he were standing from a crouching position. He stepped into the dim light of the cavern, his paws crunching down on the dried fallen leaves.

He was twice my size, his eyes a burning crimson, glowing dangerously against the pitch black coat that was his fur. He was like the night sky but without a single star. An inclusive and lustrous expanse of pitch black was standing before me.

Darker than the black of the cave I was in... There's this absolute peril in his eyes as they glow threateningly, providing me the only source of light to see the mess I'd landed myself into. I cursed, my jaws clenching.

His stance is confident and body muscular, this wolf knew how to take care of himself, I could see that from the sight in front of me. His movements are fluid and without apparent effort. His claws had never been clipped in a boutique like some city dog and yet they were trimmed neatly and were vastly pointed around the edges due to the usual daily exertion over the rocky hills; but were still filed perfectly.

His contemptuous sneer made me recoil in disgust. "You seem to overlook an awful lot these days. Did you forget that I'm a wolf? And that I know these woods like the back of my paw? Pity. I outran you. Again. How're you dealing with the shame?" He asked from deep within the shadows as I contemplated murder but settled on what I was going to do NOW.

There's no way I can outrun him (Oh, the irony of it). Not when he's this close to me. Not when I knew I had absolutely no chance of winning. Not when he's on all fours. But even still, as I try to back away slowly against all odds, hoping for a miracle, he snarls in a scornful way.

"Don't even think about it. Surrender yourself to me now and I might just wonder about letting you live a little longer." He growled angrily, his voice a lot deeper, now that he'd crossed over to his wolf form.

I murmured to myself cursing him under my breath as he slowly, steadily walked to me. I knew what I was up against. But then again, I'd given him the slip before and escaped about a thousand times from him.

There is such a thing called 'PRIDE', after all. I could be captured. Sure. It wasn't a very hard thing to do.

But...

I will never, ever, lay down my arms and admit defeat myself. Never. And so I ran. "In your dreams!" I yelled in the middle of my race against time, my audacious and bold voice resonating in the cave, bouncing off the walls, reverberating... As I stuck my tongue out at him before taking off.

I heard him cuss under his breath. He sure didn't expect that I'd run again. He gave me a 15 second headstart before he chased after me, recovered from his temporary shock. I ran back the way I came from, as fast as I could, never looking back.

"Prick." He held a hand to his heart, mockingly imitating the look of someone who might have been offended by those words. "If only I cared, kitten." He let his smirk, the very same annoying smirk I despised, tug at his lips and I scoffed at the sight of it.

If you haven't guessed it yet, he caught me in that cave. As to be expected, I'm sure you're thinking. Well, you can't blame a girl for trying, right? And as he bound my hands together forcefully with a vine he found and effortlessly threw me over his shoulder, he told me that I should've known better than to run from him. That he'd warned me.

Yeah, asshole of the year, please! I thought and rolled my eyes before replying:

"Gee, how courteous of you." I taunted from behind his shoulder. "Why don't you cut off these vines and set me free while you're at it?" I could hear a faint scoff and feel his smirk from all the way behind his warm and strong, wolfish shoulders.

The way he sauntered about, with me thrown over his shoulder like a sack of rice, so sophisticatedly— In choreographed motions, it was like I wasn't even there, he moved so naturally with ease, with a powerful, prideful swagger in his manoeuvre.

"I didn't catch you just so that I could let you out in the open. You've got two hands, a brain—never mind how small it is, and two legs. Free yourself. If you can."

I felt like strangling him with the vines that so viciously bound my hands together. I ignored him and his taunting comments, as I focused on how to free myself.

No luck. He'd really caught me this time. I gulped uncertainly as I contemplated on what I was going to do now. And panicked even further when I thought about what HE was going to do to ME now that he'd caught me!

Soon, we were out of the woods, and at his pack's hideout in the forest. He had me standing against a large pole, my back pressed against the chilly wood that stood in the very middle of a room somewhere I'm guessing, is the basement.

Instead of four paws now, I saw two long strapping legs. He'd crossed over. And...

He was standing right in front of me, his chest pressed against mine as I pulled in a sharp breath and tried to move back but there was no space. Wedged in between his body and the pole, I glared at him, telling him with my eyes to move back.

He didn't give a damn and traced his long, sturdy fingers down my bare arms and held my vine bound hands in his, before he compellingly tugged them up, way up, above my head with a smug smirk, laughing at the pain that shot through my arms as he pressed both my hands to the pole above my head.

I grunted a little at his beastly force and shifted against him and the pole as he pressed himself even closer to me. I looked away; panting hard to control the blush I knew was creeping upon my cheeks.

Using one hand to hold both my arms up, he used his other free hand to take a rope from the timber table beside us. He tied the rope around my hands to the pole above my head tightly before finally, he moved an INCH away from me.

"I'd prefer it if you'd listen to me Red." He said his voice a deathly whisper against my ear. Gripping my jaw, he turned me to the side so that I was facing him, directly making contact with his red hued eyes.

I was all TOO well aware of the facts. He was back to being a normal human being again. Back to his irritatingly handsome human self. I wavered against his humidly warm body pressed to my own. He was beautiful. Like a Greek god. It's UNFAIR!

With tormenting pools of crimson eyes, high cheekbones, thin irresistible cerise lips and a body that I'm sure no one in this world might have, He was bloody impossible to not gaze at. It was one of the reasons why he never switched over to his human form. In fact, 99.9% of the people in our world didn't even know that he could.

The remaining 1% being me. Just me.

Apart from his kin and pack of wolves, of course. As I descended back to realism, I clenched my jaw violently at the fluttering that was beginning to swirl – deep in my stomach, the heat rising in my cheeks and my heart, which was pounding feverishly against my ribcage. "Does the lack of female attention bother you? If so, why don't you just—" He cuts me off before I can finish.

"Feisty as ever, aren't you? But you've grown a spine. I'm quite proud of you Red." He said sounding as though he was amused with my spunk but I knew better than to buy into his boyish charms.

"As they say, a bite is bigger than a bark. Wanna take a test-try, Twilight?" I asked, referring to him with the nickname I always used when I was pissed. I'm Red. He's Twilight. The detestable creature in front of me was not worth a name. He's just not.

"Right, about that. Is that supposed to be a wolf joke or are you implying something about me?" He asked, teasing me right back as he leaned his cheek into the palm of his hand, leaning into the timber table beside me, winking at me with a playful smirk on his lips.

I didn't get what he was asking me at first... But then, he runs his eyes over me little by little down and when they come back to find mine, I find them lightly breathless and he smirks knowing that I knew what he was thinking. And that I was thinking it too.

Twilight... In other words... Night. And what do you do at night? Yeah, I think I'm better off not telling it out loud. Obviously. He was a boy and I was a girl. And it's not like we're 12 years old. You could call us teenage adults, I guess. So I'm sure; you probably know what he's thinking about here...

"..." Unable to counter attack, I look away, pretending to be horror-struck, when in all honest truth; I'm actually flustered and blushing. He bent his head much closer to mine, just enough so that it was buried in the crook of my neck.

"What? Got nothing to say?" He asked and I just growled deep, annoyed. He smirks again, "And isn't that supposed to be my job? Bite being bigger than a bark..." He said, his eyes lingering on me. "Wanna take a test drive?" He said, imitating me as I growl.

"What do you think, Red? Should I bite you?" He asked tauntingly in a husky voice as he ran his index finger down my neck, down my cloak, behind my shirt and into my jeans pocket. I gave out a gasp as he did so.

"Or maybe..." He said slowly pulling out the bread knife, waving it in front of me as I grunt, anger overcoming me, "I could use this?" He said and pressed the cold steel of the blade to my throat, right underneath my chin. "I thought I smelled something funny. You brought us a souvenir. Bad, bad girl. Didn't mommy ever teach you not to play with knifes, Red?"

Even the slightest breath I took in made my skin press into the pointy edge of the blade. And so it did. Blood drew from the cut and cascaded down. I looked up to see that his eyes were trained on that little drop of blood, a gleam in his eyes as he followed its path down my throat and even lower...

I felt my heartbeat get more and more asymmetrical by the minute as his eyes travelled further down my neck, until that little drop of blood soaked itself into my White shirt as Twilight's eyes lingered there. His eyes making me burn even though he hadn't even touched me yet.

Suddenly, I heard a clank and looked down to see that he'd dropped the knife to the floor. Away from where I was. "What is that?" He said and brought his face closer, sniffing my hair as I grumble again, "What do you think you're doing? G-Get away from me, you pervert!" I yelled as I tried to push him away, momentarily forgetting that I was still bound to the pole.

He inched away from me with a serious look on his face and his hand to his chin, as though he was pondering about something. Suddenly his eyes fell to the cape on my shoulders. My cape that was as red as the blood that flowed down my throat.

He smiled a little, realizing something as I gulped. "You've been hiding something, haven't you, Red?" He said as he pulled the strings on my cape and took it off and pulled out a very small, sharp pointed chisel that smelled like sandalwood from the cape. "And what do we have here?" He said to himself as he sat down, inspecting it from all angles. "Wow, so many gifts today..." He said playing with the little chisel and my cape, wrapping it around himself as I glared at him.

"Give it back." I breathed out venomously. "Are you cold in here, Red? Is that why you want this back so much?!" He said, his tone rather accusive. My eyes followed the cape like a puppy at a biscuit. "Think whatever you want, just give it back."

"And have you sell me out once again? Nah, I don't think so. And, if you want it so badly, come get it yourself." He said smirking. "Sell you out? Ha, who do you think you are?! I don't give a damn about you!" I yelled impatiently.

He pouted cutely. "And here I thought we were playing fair. While I'm on my own here, giving you an advantage, you've been carrying these... How unfair of you."

"UNFAIR? Really? What about you? You're a damned wolf who shape shifts! Isn't that unfair enough for you?!" I shot back and he nodded, deep in thought.

Smirking, he threw the cape hastily on the floor. "Fine. I'll be merciful once again. You can have this back. If you can reach it." He said as I gritted my teeth at him.

He smirked at my reaction, then turned towards the door as though he already knew someone was gonna walk in through that door. And, sure enough, someone did.

It's a teenager almost our age. He was grey-brown haired with cold yet meaningful grey eyes.

"Your mother wants to see you sir. She demands your presence at this very instance in her room." He said in a deep voice, his eyes flittering back and forth between me and Twilight, a hint of hesitation in his tone for having caught us together.

"And? What's this matter about?" He asked, his eyes never leaving my face. He did not so much as acknowledge the poor boy being there. "Well, um, I-I think it would be best if you ask her yourself. It's confidential and..." He drawled, looking at me.

When Twilight didn't even move an inch, the boy sighed as he said: "Your mother would like to hear your opinion on what the pack should do next since the plans of attack to blow down the last house is slow. And the White queen, Mirana's, knights are proving to be a nuisance to our plan."

Natsume smirked. "Give me a minute." He said and the grey haired boy left with a nod of his head, his blank, emotionless eyes never revealed anything about what he was thinking.

"I'll be back, red." He said, his red eyes glinting with mischief. "Don't miss me too much, okay?" He said, his voice mockingly painful and made my heart skip a beat.

I tugged at the ropes, anger taking over as soon as he took a step away from me and turned towards the door to set out. "Hah! In your dreams, wolf!" I said and he let out a sneering scoff followed by an overly arrogant smirk.

"I hope Mirana's knights kick your f*cking ass!" I shouted out as he walks away to the door to let him know that he didn't get to me at all and I didn't care whatsoever about him.

If only he knew how his presence affected me. Well... Thank god, he didn't.

He looked back and smirked at my face. "Charming, kitten. REALLY," He said and paused for a second, crossed his arms against his solid torso and leaned against the doorframe. "You think your words HURT me." He emphasized.

"Ah, sorry. You know how absent minded I can get." I said as he raised an eyebrow playing along. "I always seem to overlook. Your heart's as tiny as your head. Or in fact, maybe even smaller. Who knows? I've never really measured a wolf's heart before. Or its head, for that matter."

That seemed to stop him. He stood motionless, dead in his tracks as he glared at me like a ghost. "Run along now puppy, mommy dearest awaits." I said tauntingly.

His growl in response was deep enough to rattle me, dark enough, to make me want to stop taunting him and menacing enough to scare me stiff. But he didn't so much as utter a word and left, locking the door.

In other words, my plans of distracting him worked marvelously. He left my hood a few feet away from where I was but totally reachable if I put my mind to it. And even though my hands hurt as though they were on fire, I pushed myself forward in hopes of reaching my hood with my untied feet.

I somehow pried the timber chisel out of the cape and positioned it on the toecap of my boots and readying myself, I threw my leg up and the chisel soared up, and into my bound hands. "Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out silently and began sawing away at the ropes.

Hah! In your face! I thought and flung the ropes aside as I draped the hood back on and looked around for a possible escape route. My eyes fell to a window high above the door and one parallel to it which lead directly to the forest. I smiled.

Unexpectedly though, I hear footsteps out the door and pressing my ear to the door, I hear familiar voices. The grey haired boy. "I'll check up on her..." He said and the door latch turned.

Fishing a tranquilizer dart out of my brown boots, I hide behind one of the walls as I await the boy to come near. As soon as he does, I take aim and strike him with the dart as he jerks and then, slips into unconsciousness sooner than I thought he would.

I nearly smiled at how easy it all was. The Big Bad Wolf had smelled and found out about the bread knife and the chisel but thankfully, I always had a plan C, and in this case, darts. Fortunately, he overlooked the darts. You can't survive in a world like this without weapons after all.

Now. I had to hasten and get myself out of here or else heaven knows what kind of new cage Twilight would put me in. Climbing the walls of the chaotic solid room, I was almost out the window, into the wilderness, when I decided to leave a message for my furry friend and fished out a red quill pen and a piece of paper from my bag, smirking as I wrote the message down.

And then, I ran. Once again.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you already." I said edgily. In my hurried rage towards her, I'd left her with her hood and its contents and gone to meet my mother hurriedly. I had absolutely no interest whatsoever in conquering the kingdom.

I wanted her.

I was indeed descended from a family of wolves and for the present generation, I'm the Big Bad Wolf of the tale. But I guess you could say that I've deviated quite a fair bit from the path I was supposed to take. The grand finale that was supposed to take place, I've postponed it and I'm still delaying as I just can't bring myself to take her life as I am expected to. Like in the story.

It's the fate that was written down millennia's ago. And it's the fate that everyone's following without complaints. But I don't want to. I want something more than just a story. I want something real, something—something beyond Fate.

I mean, if I feel this way, it's like—I'm already defying the fate that was written for me. And someone feels the same way. I doubt if she had already escaped. She was stronger than she looked but I did place Youichi out to stand guard.

He was stronger and quicker than her in every way. But then again, she was wittier. Despite being a wolf, Youichi wasn't. Not that much, anyways. He lacked a crucial thing for that. Experience. And she had loads of it.

It irritated me how she could so easily sidetrack me with her words. How her words affected me and could set me on edge. And even more than that, I hated the look of amusement on her face. Her lips that formed the sweetest of smiles, her blush, even her vulnerability.

They were a habitual reminder to me that I couldn't touch her. Not without harming her. When I'd wanted to caress her, cuddle with her, stroke her lips, I had to satisfy myself by acting mean to her. It was the only way I could touch her.

I could play this game eternally with her. I'd never wanted to kill her, I just love the chase. Every time I feel as though I've finally caught her... She always manages to prove me wrong.

As I rush back to the room in which I'd kept her prisoner, I found Youichi who was supposed to be standing guard outside, missing. I cursed and opened the door only to find Youichi on the floor, out cold and sleeping blissfully, his mouth hanging half open.

What the hell?!

Ignoring him after I was sure that he wasn't dead, I scanned the room for any signs of her. Nothing. She was gone. My eyes fell to the open window high above the wall. It had been pried open forcefully, I noticed. And suddenly, my eyes fell to a piece of paper lying carelessly on the ground beside the unconscious body of Youichi.

I picked it up and inwardly cursed her for making a fool out of me as always. And on the side of the note was a deep red lipstick kiss mark. Even from the lines on the paper, I could see that her lips were f*cking perfect.

'I'm laughing at your face right now, Twilight. Don't miss me TOO much, okay?' It said. My hands on their own scrunched the paper up as my eyes took in the sun as it set down, awakening the night sky.

And dear sweet Red, we do not set out into the woods at night. I thought as I threw the scrunched up ball of paper aside and crossed over to my wolf form.

I knew I had to find her. And soon. Because heaven who knows what would happen if someone else did before I could. And I only had so much time on my hands.

A/N: Okkkk... Either it's totally amazing or totally trash. You decide. And please, be honest with me if you think that maybe I can explain things a bit better. I feel like I did my best if you're still unclear, I promise the next chapter or a few edits here and there in this one won't let you down! So thanks again!