Gakuen Alice Fan-Fiction
Prologue
Mikan awoke, her hair powdered with a thin layer of dust. Stifling a yawn, she glanced toward the time set. Noticing she had only 5 minutes to spare before Martial Weaponry began, her brain instinctively turned into mental overload phase. Not bothering to clean herself up, she turned on the locater implanted on her right forearm and rushed to room 819. Fixing her hair while running, she bumped into someone. Figuring 20 lashed hurt more than temporary guilt, she continued rushing. Seconds before Period One bell rang; she swiped her identification card, scanned her finger, and rushed into the room completely unaware of the new boy seated to the otherwise empty seat on her left.
Mikan (HInata) attended Preparatory Alien Academy, located in northern Ralban. All "aliens," or Alice students, were all sent there so they'd be properly trained as tools for the government. It wasn't as bad as the government wished it to be, because the guards and Colonials were extremely underpaid and poorly trained. More than half the rules were completely unenforced, and the King was too preoccupied to care how the Academy was faring.
As soon as the bell rang, a different Colonial entered the front of the room.
"Hello class! Welcome to Martial Weaponry!" Thankfully, the General continued. If he didn't, the guard posted directly outside the cell would've heard the muffled sounds of shock from 38 mouths. Only a couple prisoners managed complete indifference, Mikan being one of them.
"I'm called Narumi-sensei, and we have a new attendee for class today! Please welcome him!" Everyone politely brushed their two index fingers together, a military symbol of applause.
Only then did Mikan notice the sullen boy seated next to her. His teal tinted hair was considerably longer than most, and was just slightly darker than the shade of his cat-shaped eyes. He had skin the shade of translucent milk, and was about 5'2''. His face seemed already accustomed to the grim expressions the rest of the academy had, and the only difference he had to the rest of the room were the black glasses with no wire on the bottoms. Stoically, and very arrogantly, he strolled to the front of the room. Taking several moments to clear his throat, the boy's adolescent voice echoed.
"Good morning fellow fugitives. Most unfortunate we meet under such sober circumstances. Refer to me as Kairi Shouta-san."
The entire class gasped all over again, and Mikan mentally winced. If they were caught, that meant another 12 miles. Her legs were still sore from the 17 they ran yesterday because Kaoru Nendo-san had giggled at Jino-sensi, the Academics Colonial. Unfortunately, majority of the class didn't share her fear. Ignoring the probable consequences, their usually frozen faces were tinted with shock and amazement. Due to the circumstances, Mikan almost didn't blame them. Preparatory Alien Academy had been searching for him for 12 years, and he looked no older than 10.