Two Worlds

Hey there everyone. Finally I have time to actually sit down and write the new story I promised you! Hope that you enjoy my second fan-fiction as much as you did with "Forget you? NEVER!" Do you love it? Hate it? Tell me by reviewing. ENJOY!

JeniiBAR

[NOTE: The first two chapters are just introducing the two main characters. Not the main story yet!]

World 1: Lonely World

People told me that you are never alone. People told me that there is always someone out there who cares for you. People told me that as long as there are people around you, you are always accompanied. People told me as long as you love someone, there is always someone who loves you back. That the word "lonely" does not exist in this world. My name is Hyuuga Natsume, and I live in a world where the word alone does exist, where I have no idea what the word "love" means.

"Look mum, he made the cover again," a girl told her mum as she unpacked a box of this month "Teen-stars" magazines.

"Does it matter Lena?" asked her mum who was behind the counter placing the other supplies which had just arrived on the shelves. "Every time this boy appears in any magazine or newspaper, they all sold out. He's helping our business." Just then a groups of 3 teenage girls wearing school uniforms, walked into the shop. The girls made their way toward the refrigerator at the back of the store to get bottles of water and some snacks for the journey home. They walked over to the counter to pay for their items when one of the girls let out a squeal of delight. Her friends turned to see what was worth squealing about when they noticed the stacks of magazines on the shelf. Quickly placing their items on the counter and they ran over to grab a magazine each.

-"OMG…He's on the cover again!"

-"He's so HOT!"

-"I can't wait for his concert tonight!"

-"You are so lucky!"

Lena continued to place the rest of the magazine on the shelf. She picked up one of the magazine and starred at the blonde-headed boy on the cover. He was wearing a leather jacket, blue-ripped jeans, headphones and shades. "What's so good about him?" she asked herself.

The girls stopped their squealing, and turned their head to face Lena. Lena looked at them, they all looked shock and angry at the same time. She quickly looked away and continued to her work, hoping that the girls would look away. She could feel their stares still upon her, like if she turns to face them; they were going to kill her. The nearest girl approached the working girl and crouched next to her.

"Don't you know who Kuro Neko is?" she asked her.

"Huh?" was all that escaped from Lena's mouth. She was unsure of what the girl would do if she said no or that she didn't really care.

"Pathetic…it's obvious that she doesn't know," said a girl with sea-weed like hair. "If she knew who our Kuro Neko is, then she wouldn't have said that."

"Sumire is right, Wakado," said the girl standing next to the one who was apparently called Sumire.

"You really don't know who Kuro Neko is?" asked Wakado. Lena shook her head. "OMG! Really? Luna, she really doesn't know who Kuro Neko is." Wakado got up and stood next to the silver-head who was now called Luna.

"Is he that important?" asked Lena. She quickly regretted opening her big mouth, because the three girls crowded around her each giving off static. Luna pulled out some magazines from her bag along with some CDs. She shoved them onto Lena's hands and sat down. The others also sat down, they all took a deep breath.

"Okay shop girl, if you continue like this, you will get yourself killed." Said Sumire. She opened some of the magazines that Luna handed to Lena and opened them to a pages that has pictures of the so called Kuro Neko. "Kuro Neko, debuted on the 30th of November 2007. Back then he was known as "nameless". His personal life, detail and real identity are unknown to the rest of the world. We don't even know what he really looks like because he is always wearing shades." Sumire flipped over the page, and it was true, the boy wore different shades in each photos, neither showing his full face.

Luna opened up another bunch of magazines to articles of Kuro Neko. "Paparazzi had tried multiple times to solve the case. Due to his high popularity, finding out who he really was would have allowed them to be so rich that they would never have to work again. Even though they follow his vehicle from the concert, he always disappears. Due to this problem they called him the "Black Cat" or Kuro Neko, because he is always disappearing when he's not needed and reappearing out of nowhere." Luna flipped through all the articles of false accusations of Kuro Neko's identity.

Wakado spread out what seems to be 10 CDs on the floor. "There were so many articles calling him "Kuro Neko" that fans soon adopted the name and too called him Kuro Neko. Because so many people called him Kuro Neko, he too adopted the name and made it his permanent stage name. After his name was sorted out his popularity continuously grew, winning awards after awards and releasing successful songs one after another. Out of the hundred single he sung, only one was unsuccessful. All of this was done in only 3 years"

The girls stood up and went over to the counter to pay for their stuff. They turned around to face Lena who was on the ground surrounded by Magazines and CDs. "You can keep those, we have heaps of copies at home. Once you hear his songs and read the magazines, next time we'll ask you the question." Said Sumire, and with that she and her friends walked out of the store.

"A mysterious black cat…Kuro Neko huh," Lena said. She quickly packed the rest of the magazines onto the shelves, gathered the things and placed them behind the counter.

"They must be either a bunch of rich girls or overly obsess fans," said Lena mum when she saw the stuffs.

"I don't know mum, maybe he is good," Lena said. She grabbed a CD and placed it into the CD player. Hip-Hopped style melody played through the store. "Kuro Neko…huh?"

~That Night at the Stadium~

"KURO NEKO! KURO NEKO! KURO NEKO!"

"We are now in front of Tokyo Arena where Kuro Neko had just finished another successful concert," announced a news reporter. She was standing with a microphone in front of channel 11's camera; in the background were thousands of screaming fans. All were holding signs and posters which carried their support toward Kuro Neko, chanting his name over and over again. Each stood there enduring the cold wind, twitching a bit when a sudden rush of wind slaps them on the face.

News reporters and paparazzi were on standby, hoping to interview the famous star. Each standing with cameras ready, fingers just inches away from the button. Rehearsing lines, trying to find the best lighting, running around in circles trying to prepare everything. All in all, they are just hoping to make money from Kuro Neko.

Doors Open.

Hundreds of security guides rushed out first, trying to prevent thousands of people from ambushing the pop-star. Behind the 5 men in black, was the one and only Kuro Neko. As usual he was wearing a pair of shades, even though it was 11pm. His blond hair made him stand as he made his way toward the van.

Questions were bombarding from all directions. Fans asking for autograph, while reporters asking for his opinions and feelings. Without looking up, Kuro Neko just kept walking ignoring his surroundings. At last he reaches his van, climbs in followed by his manager, and with a soft slam of the door the van drove off.

~In Van~

"Another success! If you keep this up, you'll be as good of an artist as your father!" said the red-head manager as he looked through the star's diary, scribbling and adjusting his schedule for tomorrow.

"My father was an artist…as in artwork, painting artist," the blonde-head whispered. Ignoring what the boy just said, the manager continued to look through the tight schedule. The van continued to travel along the bright road of Tokyo. For 30 minutes, all three passengers [including driver] were silent, each living in their own world. The driver was focusing on the road while the manager went on with his work. The boy just sat in silent, watching the outside passing by in a blur.

"You should really communicate more with the public," the manager broke the silence. The boy continued to stare outside the window, watching as building pass after building. "Oi…Natsume! Are you listening?"

The boy took off his shades and grabbed onto his hair, with a pull the blonde wig fell off revealing his natural raven hair. He turned toward his manager and smirked. "Today you made me lip-sync because you didn't want to wreck my vocal anymore. But you rather I waste my breath on those losers." His voice was hoarse, but still managed to portray his anger.

- "You're going to hospital next week for a check up, so stop complaining. Do you want to end up as a wash-up singer like …"

- "You?"

- "I told you never to mention the past. Anyways, you have a recording rehearsal tomorrow. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6am. Here, you know what to do."

The manager gave Natsume a green pebble like stone. He fiddled with the stone for a while. Distracted by the beautiful ocean-green coloured stone.

"Alice stones? Reo, you went to Alice Academy didn't you? Maybe I should take a break and attend there?" The boy said as he gathered up his mangas.

"You are not Hyuuga Natsume anymore. You are Kuro Neko. Got it? Stop talking nonsense and transport out of here. We're near you apartment." Reo continued to fix up some paperwork and typing on his laptop. Wandering why there was no sound from Natsume, he looked up. The seat next to him was empty. "Tuh…not even a goodbye. Driver, turn right at the next turn."

~Natsume's Apartment~

The room was dark, with only the moon providing light. Natsume sat on the edge of his bed. Magazines scattered over his floor.

"Kuro Neko succeeds again! Thousand of fans behind him, supporting him till the end!"

"Even with thousands of fans, I still end up being alone in the end. Kuro Neko? He's nobody. Nothing!"

~End of Chapter 1~

Disclaim: I don't own Gakuen Alice. Only the storyline and my imagination used in the story. :D