-1Here's my first Gakuen Alice fic. It's an OC centric story, so I hope you enjoy! I would appreciate it greatly if you review. ^_^

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Gakuen Alice.

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Dreams.

Everyone knows the deal with dreams. It's something you try your
hardest to obtain, right?

Right.

But sometimes, for some people, that's all they are. Dreams. You watch
them slip through your fingers throughout your whole life. I can't
entirely say that. We're surrounded by flames. They don't hurt.
Strange. Maybe this is a dream and not reality.

That doesn't matter. Let me tell you our story. My story.

She dreamed of becoming a gymnast. She went to practice every other
day and exercised daily. With a twist of the wrist, she spun around
the suspended beam again. Slowly, she separated her legs as she held
herself up with her slender, pale arms. Slowly bringing her legs
together, she spun around the beam thrice more, letting go and
somersaulting into the air. Her long black tresses were tied in a high
pony tail and her piercing turquoise eyes scanned the floor. Her
leotard, black and decorated with scarlet flames, fit with the growing
curves on her body. With a soft tap, her feet touched the floor,
powder hardly clouding up. Her landing was always graceful.

That girl's me. Mizuhara, Sonomi.

I would take credit for my wonderful performances and landings, had I
worked for it, but there was something weird. Whenever I felt I needed
a lift or to slow down or even speed up, the air around me always
changed. There was also inexplicable breezes INDOORS when every
possible form of allowing air in was SHUT OFF.

Weird.

None the less gymnastics practice was over, I washed my face, pulled
on my baby blue flats and fixed my pink leg warmers. I then slipped
into a baby blue pleated skirt that went mid thigh, along with a
cotton candy pink bow tied around my waist. I wriggled into a pink
long sleeve shirt and put a short sleeved button down baby blue shirt
over it. I ripped the hair band keeping my hair up and allowed my
long, charcoal hair to tumble down. It reached my knees. I tied a blue
ribbon to the end of it, making a small, almost unnecessary ponytail.
After nodding in the mirror, satisfied with how looked, I threw on my
jean jacket and swung my back pack over my shoulder ready to head
home. I sighed heavily. Home was the last place I enjoyed being.

You would figure adults would have enough tact to not have a bloody
war with each other almost daily- with their eleven year old daughter
present, right?

Not my parents. After my brother enlisted in the military, they've
been at each other's throats. Go figure. They wouldn't try to be civil
around around me. I'm the center of trouble. I've caused scandals,
ones hard to cover up.

How can someone my age cause scandals? Pretty simple. I'm gifted. With
a curse. The most useless power ever. I enjoyed it when I was younger,
but after the last few mistakes, not so much. What's a little mistake
huh? Well... It was enough to get me expelled in the third grade.

You see, I have the power to "Match Make". It pairs someone with the
person they love the most. They become lovey-dovey for the rest of
their existence. No infidelity or anything.

How can that be so bad you ask? Very simple. The last two mistakes...
I made a student- third grader, mind you, fall in love with their 27
year old teacher. God, I don't want to imagine their relationship. Ew.
Then after that... A brother and sister... I know, disgusting, sinful,
the like. I didn't mean for that to happen at all.

I slowly shuffled into the house, removing my shoes and sneaking to my
room. Just as I assumed, I heard yelling. I sighed as I crept
towards the hallway to listen.

"I SAW that woman in your car!" My mother hollered, louder than necessary.

"Denise... You're being ridiculous." My father exhaled.

My father was a calm, average business man. His name's Mizuhara,
Shigure. He's a kind man.

My mother on the other hand, was a paranoid, abusive woman from
America. She rode horses as a living. Her name is Denise
Miller-Mizuhara. She donned gorgeous, wavy blonde hair and cold,
onyx eyes. God knows why my dad married her. When he was gone for long
intervals, she'd hit me. Sometimes with a belt or the crop whip she
used to handle the horses. She always told me to never tell my dad or
she'd feed me to pigs. I never liked her, and with the way she acted,
never intended to try to.

"You know you're cheating..." She hissed.

"Denise... I'm not... And if you keep this up, we're not going to
last..." My dad ran a hand through his raven hair, his turquoise eyes
had a tired, weary look. Goodness knows how much of this he heard. I
usually stayed next door at my friend Nao's house. Nao never trusted
my mom, so she tried to get me to stay over as much as possible.

"See, you just want to run off with some dirty-"

"Denise! Sonomi is here..." He nodded at me, who was standing at the
end of the stairway. I have no idea when I got there. It's like my
feet were controlling me.

"Don't use her to avoid this..." My mom spat. She almost had feral look to her.

Undaunted by her insane attitude, I continued scaling down the stairs,
extending my hands. If my power would have a use, perhaps it could
save this marriage. My left hand had a blue light emitting from it.
Slowly, a card formed, revealing my father's face. The next card began
materializing in my right hand. My eyes widened.

Warm.

Wet.

I don't know when I started crying. I hiccupped as tears freely leaked
from my eyes, now dull and glazed over, sliding down my cheeks. I know
I must've paled, since my body felt cold. The card levitated above my
palms as my eyes met with the gentle orbs, as if it were staring back
at me from my right hand. I inhaled sharply. "That's... Not... Not
mom..." I muttered as I fell onto my knees, both cards evaporating.

"Sayoko is my true love..." My dad's monotonous voice lingered in the
air, echoing in my head. He grabbed his suit jacket and looked back.
"...Not you..." My mother looked on in horror as he stormed out and
slammed the door. The sound was earsplitting.

I looked down at my hands. They were shaking- I obviously was
trembling, although I have no idea when I started to. "I...I messed
up... Again?" My hair swept the floor as I vehemently shook my head. I
couldn't believe this was happening. A night terror was much more
pleasurable than this situation. "It... Wasn't supposed to..." I
flinched and quickly looked up at my mom. She was STARING at me. Her
glare was icy. She looked fit to MURDER. She began taking strides
toward me and I panicked, scrambling onto my feet. I ran as fast as I
could, up the stairs and down the small hall. I was half way into my
room before I shot back, wincing in pain. My mom had my long hair
clutched in her hands, my ribbon fluttering down to the floor. She
then pulled and smashed me against the wall, a vase falling from a
small, round table and breaking to pieces on the floor. I observed it,
it resembling this family right about now, I'd say. The sharp
fragments scattered about the now wet floor. The tuberose petals were
littered all about. My father had gotten that for her.

Tuberose. Dangerous Pleasures. It certainly fit their relationship.

My face jerked up, now facing the ceiling. My cheek throbbed. She
slapped me hard enough to induce whiplash. I gripped my neck, as it
was in massive amount of pain. Her cold, onyx eyes were fixed onto my
turquoise ones. Eyes I inherited from my father... The man who no
longer loved her. Slowly, her cold fingers wrapped around my slender
neck. The grip tightened, not allowing me to breathe. My vision began
to blur as I reached my arm out to push her away. Of course I'd be too
weak. My sight became overlapped by a bright, white light. My
consciousness had been slipping. I fell onto the floor with a thud, a
rough wind picking up, my loose hair swaying wildly. I saw her grab a
dense, ceramic figurine. She looked at me, her face contorted as if she were disgusted- which I'm pretty sure she was- and then raised an
arm, lifting the figurine.

Falling...

Everything blanked out...

After sometime, I regained consciousness. I managed to slightly peel
open my eyes, lifting a hand to rub off the crust my dried up tears
caused. I realized I was still laying on the floor. I sat up, looking
around, amazed that I was still alive. I looked at my hands. They were
covered in BLOOD. My lips quivered as I followed the puddle of the
scarlet liquid on the floor. It led to my mother's body, sprawled out.
Her blonde hair was now streaked with red. I reached for the hair
covering her face and pulled it aside, falling back immediately when I
saw the damage. Her neck had a large gash in it, the flesh neatly torn
and the pinkish meat poking out, bubbling beneath. Her blood was still
spilling. I let out a shrill shriek asI ran down the stairs and burst
out the house and onto the street. It was nighttime, but the area was
always lively, so I ran into oncoming traffic, cars honking and
swerving to the side. Certainly I caused quite the commotion, but who
the hell cares.

My mom was DEAD.

Nao was outside her door step and sprinted towards me. She grabbed my
hand and pulled my towards her house. I was heaving, barely able to
breathe. "Sonomi, what's wrong?! I heard you scream, are you..." She
looked at me. I looked away. I was frightened. Frightened that she'd
run away. Slowly, she withdrew her hand from mine and examined her
palm, smeared blood from my own hand having colored hers. "...Sonomi..
What happened?"

"...Suicide..." I hesitantly mumbled. "...She...committed suicide..."

She hugged me tightly and didn't let go.

It took a while for the paramedics to arrive. Later my father, then my
brother. It was a tearful reunion. I filled them in with what went on.
They told me to be glad I'm free.

Free?

Did I really have the right to even think that way?

They talked a lot privately. I wasn't allowed to hear. So I wouldn't
get frustrated that I couldn't even hear about my own situation, they
let me stay the night with Nao. I cried silently all night while Nao
held me close.

It was my fault this all happened, right? If she didn't deserve to
live, neither did I.

But no one saw it like that.

The following morning, a peculiar man woke up Nao and I. He had blond
hair that ran up to his shoulders and striking, yet soft violet eyes,
two beauty marks under his left eye. He had a white button down shirt
that allowed for a small fraction of his abdomen to peak out and sleek
black dress pants. He had this refined look to him- an extremely
attractive guy. I blushed as I continued to observe him. He smiled and
chuckled, probably noting me admiring his... Well... Beauty.

", right?" He pat my head gently while I quirked a brow at
him. "My name is Narumi Anjo." He smiled brightly. He seemed like a
nice guy, relatively trust worthy. I nodded, so he would proceed.
"I'm here to take you to the Alice Academy. Get ready to head out,
okay?"

I blinked. It's all I could manage to do. Wasn't Alice Academy some
prestigious school only genius kids could get into? I'm smart and
all, but surely not supreme brainiac, right? And aside from that, the
timing just seemed off. After the incident yesterday, something wasn't
right... "B-but..."

"Tut tut!" Narumi lifted a finger to my lips, in order to shush me.
"Your father and brother enrolled you. I'll answer your questions once
we hit the road. Now hurry! We have to get there by morning, you have
to meet your student body guard. I'm sure Natsume-Kun will be
absolutely thrilled." His last statement dripped with sarcasm.

This Natsume must be quite the character. Oh boy. I could wait a life time to meet him. Yes, I did say that statement correctly. A life time.

Narumi practically slithered out of the room while I sat there on my
spot on the floor, dumbfounded. Nao tackle-hugged me tightly. I had a
bad feeling, aside from knowing that I probably won't see Nao in a
long time. I gripped her hand and gave it a squeeze, letting her know I'd be okay.

My head was too murky to think straight. Only one thing clearly swam in my head.

It was not supposed to be like this...

-Prologue End.

So lemme know whatcha guys think! What's weak, what needs work, what you enjoyed, so and so~ Natsume and the others will be introduced in the next chapter. ^^ Hope you guys stick with me till the end!

-Sama