She's In Love With a Jerk, He's In Love With an Idiot

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She's a sweetheart, he's a hottie.

She's an angel, he's a devil.

She's heaven, he's hell.

She's in love with a jerk, he's in love with an idiot.

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Chapter 1: Fate

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31st August, 2008

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She grudgingly trudged back up to her room feeling angry and turning red with suppressed rage at her mother. She's never let her choose. She was in deep thought as she took fast steps that would lead her to the safety of her only haven: her room.

She had long brunette hair that reached up to her spine, beautifully alluring hazel orbs that was slightly distorted with held-back tears. She was tall for a fifteen-year-old, and had an absolutely stunning figure. She had a smooth face that was somehow ruptured by the fact that she was very sad. She just kept her head up and fought the tears dying to escape her eyelids.

After climbing three flights of stairs, walking five long hallwaysand passing at least fifty doors, she finally came to a halt infront of a door with a brass plaque stuck up to it that read:

SAKURA MIKAN

Daughter of Sakura Akira and Azumi Yuka

Heiress to Innovations, Inc.

She merely grunted at the plaque and turned it over, now to reveal a handwriting that read:

"I'm no different."

Upon seeing the turned-over plaque, a radiant smile graced her face her true beauty has been revealed. She just smiled and opened the door that led her to her sanctuary. A ginormous room that it was, it had metallic black carpet, crimson walls, and state-of-the-art furnitures that were accented with whites. Her bed, which was as long as two limousines put end to end and which was as wide as an elephant, was an unbelievable work of technology. She fell face down on her bed and muffled her screams under the thick comforters and laid still for more than a minute. After coming out of her reverie, she took a huge remote control from her nightstand and pressed several seemingly random buttons which apparently controlled her whole room. Press this and the blinds shut themselves out, blocking the view of the city lights at night. Another press of this and her room suddenly fills up with light, another press gets the stereo surround system up in full blast, another final press boots her personal computer. Man, it was a highly advanced room and it's a miracle she even gets around.

She faced her computer, opened the calendar, and eyed it carefully. She then took her laptop from under the drawer of her computer table and marked September 1. With it was a note.

"Gakuen Alice. My curse."

She then set the alarms at 3 am and closed her eyes as she once again plopped down her bed. She just said, "Tomorrow, I'll be leaving this purgatory and off to hell. Great. Just great. Gakuen Alice."

And she finally drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, she awoke with a start to the loud ring of her alarm clock. She was staring blankly into space and just one thought entered her mind right then and there.

"I'm going to Gakuen Alice."

She then got to her feet and headed straight to her bathroom. She cleansed herself, all the time bracing herself for the horro that was in store for her that day. She left her bathroom fully dressed in simple skirt that reached one inch above her knees, a pale yellow hoodie above a white fit t-shirt, and knee-high stockings and sneakers. She was apt at maintaining a low-profile, and she barely spoke of her family to her friends.

She rode the elevator to go 10 floors down to the dining area. Their mansion was more like a skyscraper, but it really is just a residential home which also served as a home to all the residential inventors and researchers and who-knows-who-else. She was greeted by people she barely even knew, and was regarded as a treasure. She was, after all, the only daughter of the biggest technological productions company in Japan AND in the world. No wonder.

Although her status to the public is like this, she always kept her feet on the ground. She was nowhere near her braggy father, and she was hell even farther than her socialite mother. For her, she was just Mikan. Sakura Mikan. A simple girl. Being rich doesn't make you special, it just makes you different. That's what she feels.

She entered the dining area only to find her mother still poring over the same stack of papers. Her mother looked at her upon entering the room and immediately proceeded to chiding over her get-up.

"You are going to a private school, young lady! An exclusive private school! And you're wearing that? Go change into something more acceptable!"

"Mother! It takes 45 minutes to get down here and that doesn't include the walking! I am NOT gonna change!" she answered back, taking one piece of toast, a cup of coffee, and telling one of the butlers to get her luggage.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye, Mother," she said brusquely, emphasizing largely over the word goodbye.

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The ride took an hour atleast, and she was now standing at the front gate of the most prestigious school in Tokyo. The driver insisted on taking her through the gates, but she just told the driver to leave her at the outside and leave the rest to her. She didn't want anyone to know anything about her.

Someone was already waiting for her outside. She could have guessed it was a man, but then he was wearing an outrageous dress, and she was staring at him in complete befuddlement. She just didn't get it.

"Miss Sakura?" he asked. He was a blonde-haired person with beautiful lavender eyes and he was a few inches taller than Mikan. Seeing as Mikan was 5 feet 4 inches, he must have been around 5 feet 10". He was wearing what seemed like a quilt or a skirt, whichever one of those, and his looks were too womanly to have been a male. Thus, when she was asked by the guy, she didn't know how to address him.

"Miss Sakura?" the person asked again. Mikan was so distracted at the man's apperance that she dumbly asked,

"Are you a man?"

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Mikan's thoughts

So, he was a man. He said his name was Narumi, and I just stood there and smiled. He kept laughing at me for thinking he was a woman. Hell, who on earth would ever think of him as a guy? Just look at the damn thing he's wearing!

I entered the gates, Narumi by my side. He said he was one of the teachers of the gakuen, and although he was obviously intent on talking to me and making me listen, I was nowhere near him mentally. I was too preoccupied with my surroundings and I could hardly believe it. This is MY school?

Then, out of nowhere, I had this crazy idea of leaving Narumi alone.

Back to reality.

"Narumi-sensei?" asked Mikan.

"Eh?" came Narumi's reply. He was at the middle of his speech, and was quite taken aback by Mikan's sudden interruption.

"You can leave me now," she said, giving him her brightest smile. Narumi looked shocked for a moment but recovered his poise almost immediately.

"Well,then, Mi-chan. Please don't wander off too far, ne? I don't want your mother to sue me," Narumi said, and although Mikan knew he was just kidding about the sue part, she was slightly frozen: so. Narumi knew about her family. She turned her back to Narumi but turned back at him and said in a hushed voice, "Please don't tell anybody about my parentage and who I am."

Narumi just looked at her and then flashed her a big smile.

"Of course, I won't Mi-chan. Promise."

And she smiled and left.


She spent the whole day exploring the huge academy. She went to the Central town, to the high school building where she was about to go schooling every single day, and finally decided to walk the "Sakura Path" that they called. It was a real thrill for her to walk a path that had the same name as her. And as she went to follow the path, bravery and curiousity got the best of her and she decided to step out of the path. She walked along the Sakura trees. It seemed like a forest and it was already midday. She was hungry beyond belief and her stomach was already rumbling. Shame she gave Narumi her luggage. Her lunch was there. She was now tired as well, but despite her situation now, she was happy. Back at home she could never have done this. She was much too sheltered. And although she didn't like going to an exclusive school for rich kids, she was contented with the way things are right now.

At last, she settled under a Sakura tree that caught her attention the most. She plopped herself under it and closed her eyes. There was something about the tree that made it so special to her in one glance...Perhaps it was the beautiful ambiance that the Sakura petals gave, or maybe the comforting silence wrapped around it...or maybe...just maybe...

A deep, cold male voice suddenly interrupted her train of thoughts.

"Who are you?"

She opened her eyes abruptly at the sound of the voice and asked, "Why?"

"Because you're sitting in MY tree, you idiot," replied the voice again.

"Where are you? And why do you call it your tree? Does it have your name on it?" she asked, annoyed at the bragginess of the guy.

"Turn around, youjo. My name's written on it."

She turned around and saw a carving on the tree's trunk. It said Hyuuga Natsume.

"Oh, Natsume huh?" she asked bemusingly.

The voice suddenly turned rough and sounded angry.

"Get out of this place."

"I will only if you show yourself."

"Now."

"Nope. Show yourself."

"Go away!"

"No."

Finally. It seems like the boy finally gave in. She looked around for any sign of the boy, then suddenly, from somewhere above, a handsome boy appeared.

He had beautiful crimson orbs that seemd hypnic and had a tall, well built body. He was really gorgeous. Adding to that was his raven hair.

"Go."

Mikan just stood there unable to say anything. She was entranced by his looks. She was evidently unconsciously swooning over him and she was just frozen.

"Youjo, don't swoon."

She came out of her reverie and just said, "Sorry for having interrupted you, Hyuuga-san." After that, she turned her back and was planning on leaving until she had just registered what he had said. Youjo, don't swoon. She turned back at him and said

"I did NOT swoon!" and turned around and left again until,

"Call me Natsume."

She froze in her tracks again and she looked back at Natsume. His face was impasive and she couldn't really read him well right now, but she knew that she had a certain connection with the guy, no matter how cold he was.

She turned around to face him again and just said,

"I'm Mikan. Nice to meet a jerk like you, Natsume."

"Nicer to have met you, ichigo-kara," said Natsume, giving her a malicious smirk. She turned red with embarrassment and pointed a finger at him disbelievingly.

"You?! How-?Why-?" she stuttered, unable to say anything she wanted to say at Natsume.

"You showed it to me, baka," replied Natsume, still with the horrible smirk plastered on his face.

Mikan shook her head and her eyebrows were now tightly furrowed.

"I actually THOUGHT we could be FRIENDS!" she sceamed before turning her back on him. She walked away as fast as she could, but not fast enough not to hear him say,

"Next time, pick more mature prints, ichigo. The next time, I might see you in polka dots."

She kept walking as her thoughts battled with her conscience on whether or not to kill Natsume Hyuuga.

And to think I ACTUALLY thought him NICE AND SOPHISTICATED!

She kept walking without looking at where she was headed to until...

WHAM!

She LITERALLY walked into a tree and banged her head. Unfortunately, she was only feet away from Natsume Hyuuga.


GUYS!

I am sorry if you didn't like this first chapter, but then again, it's only the first.

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Tell me if you like it, ne?

This chappie's more on introduction, so there's not much NxM scenes just quite yet.

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