Disclaimer: Higuchi Tachibana-sensei owns GA. Not me. 

(Note: This is my own version of the manga, 2 years from now, where all the characters are thirteen year olds)

Chapter 1: A Special Request

Natsume's POV

The rain just kept on pouring down when I looked out the window, remembering clearly the words that bastard Persona said to me last night back at HQ…

"Natsume, the academy would be in need of your urgent services, starting tomorrow."

"What do you mean 'Starting tomorrow'?"

"It means that the length of your undercover work would be indefinite, seeing that it is to be operated overseas."

"WHAT?!" I said, looking up to his face.
"You heard me." He smirked.

"Tch, ungrateful bastards."

"You'll have to report here tomorrow afternoon for the full briefing though, or else. I'll at least give you time to arrange some proper goodbyes to your so-called 'friends'."

"Yeah, yeah. I never even knew you had a heart."

"Well, let's just say I grew one thanks to a certain someone who always needed a lot consideration nowadays."

"Whatever."

"Hey! Hey! Natsume!"

"Wha-?"

Ruka's concerned tone suddenly made me return to reality, back from my own cloud of worrying and fast-paced thoughts, as Koko called it.

"Uhh, yeah. I was just –"

"Deep in thought, as usual." Koko cut in.

Darn, he should really stop that, but what can I do? The poor guy always has to endure countless thoughts that may pester him for the rest of his everyday life. I won't even be surprised if he finally snaps one day. Speaking of which (thoughts), I just remembered that stupid meeting. Sigh, time to report. Those idiots would have to make it up to me for making me walk in this rain.

It's self-study period this afternoon, which means I'm outta here. I get up and don't get surprised by the numerous stares I earned while walking to the door. I noticed some eerie green ones, a concerned set of cornflowers (used to it, I get it all the time), a curious pair of purple eyes that seemed to linger on me for awhile but quickly looked down again on its latest prototype, and finally, my eyes locked on the familiar warm brown orbs that have always stood by me through these years. We had this strange staring contest, and of course, my hand finally moved from its place on the door handle, making me lose by counterfeit.

Mikan's POV

Wonder what he's up to right now. He's leaving again, as usual, which means nothing good would be able to come out of it as a result. How can he just leave the class with that regretful look on his eyes? They felt really, what's the word, distant too. That's just like Natsume, departing once again without even saying a word. How rude. I have to ask him later.

"It's no good if you just sit around there not putting your thoughts into actions, you know."

A voice from behind me mumbled. It was Hotaru. What's with her anyway? It's as if she has this power to read minds, just like Koko.

"And no, I can't read minds. You perfectly know that. Well, at least everyone knows that, except you, of course. Haii, haii, such an idiot…" Hotaru said, with a frown on her face.

"Bu-", I tried to reason with her, but I just got cut off again. Why does this always happen to me?

"Now go. That person can't wait forever." muttered Hotaru nonchalantly, pointing her baka gun to my head.

"Uhh…" I seemed at loss for words. What the heck? I wasn't even planning on going after Natsume. I just clearly thought that I was going to bug him about it later. And yet… Something still felt wrong about my decision.

"Go."

I was surprised to feel a warm hand on my shoulder; it was Ruka-pyon's. And the voice telling me to go was his. Actually, it was more of an order, so I'd have to say ordering.

"O-okay."

Was it an instinct of mine to always follow what Ruka-pyon says? It was like he had this solemn tone when he orders me to do something, and I can tell you that it was something I can't refuse. I mean, he rarely gives me orders, but when he does, I don't know, I just get this instinct to comply. Can he possibly have another alice? Voice pheromone perhaps, gotta ask him later.

I suddenly jolted to a stop when I felt cold water being dumped on my head. It was actually the rain. Oh. What is it with me and my weird assumptions today? They make me go so empty-headed that I don't even get to notice the things that took place around me.

I kept thinking and thinking, not even aware of the fact that I was walking on in the rain, only to get interrupted when I suddenly tripped on a hunched figure on the ground. My sight just got a bit hazy right after that fall. But who the hell - ?

It was –