Summary: Welcome to Gakuen Alice, a secret school where orphans with potential are brought in to train and complete covert missions for governments all over the world. Natsume, Ruka, Hotaru, Sumire, Koko, Yuu, Anna, and Nonoko were the perfect team until new recruit Mikan Sakura joins the group. She can't assemble or shoot a gun properly, computers gives her headaches, and she's as clumsy as a baby taking it's first steps. She better get her act together, because the next thing that comes is permanent termination, code name for death.
A/N: Hey everyone! Just a reminder that this story is rated T, NOT M, so if you think you're heading into mature category while reading, I assure you it never gets that far. If it does, I will change the rating to M and put a warning, but I don't see that happening. This was inspired by me watching Quantico and Nikita, which I will be borrowing aspects of, so DISCLAIMER ON THOSE SHOWS AND GAKUEN ALICE I OWN NOTHING. By the way this is some Natsume x Mikan, which is all I ever seem to write lol. Along with Sumire x Koko.
Chapter 1
"Nateeeee, stay for a little longer," Amber whined as she stoked his dark raven locks, leaning in for another kiss from her boyfriend of almost three months. Natsume softly kissed her back, pretending to be hesitant about staying the night, "You know if your dad comes home and finds me still here, I'm a goner."
The blonde giggled, Nate was so cute, always so worried about her father when he clearly wanted to be with her. She had been waiting a long time for a chance like this, a chance to finally go deeper in their relationship, "Don't worry about him," she smirked, tracing his jawline, pressing her body closer to his. Her red dress was curve hugging and low cut, any man's dream. She slowly leaned over, giving Natsume a perfect view of her cleavage. The two glasses of champagne inside her were giving her the courage to go for it, "He's out of town on a business trip, he won't bother us," she whispered seductively.
Bingo. Natsume suddenly got up, "I'm going to use the bathroom. Meet you in your room?" His tone was suggestive, a glint of victory shone in his fiery red orbs.
"See you there," Amber smiled as Natsume ran his fingers through his hair, leaving the room. His movement was so fast she couldn't see that he had shifted his hand to the right side of his ear, turning on a earpiece. Once he was out of earshot, he spoke steadily without missing a beat, "Anna I need you to turn off all cameras and replace them with pre filmed footage now."
Anna: "Already done Nate, cute hair trick by the way."
Natsume scowled: "Call me that one more time."
Anna: "I'm not the one in enemy territory who needs directing."
Natsume: "Hmph. Stay alert."
Natsume: "Ruka and Sumire, Fidel is out of town tonight, this means security is increased around his little princess's room on floor 3 so avoid it at all costs. You know where to get in from."
Ruka: "Got it, I'm heading to Fidel's office, are you sure they won't notice I'm not the old guard?"
Natsume snorted: "Fidel's a dumbass, he wants advanced and tight security but hires over a hundred guards, it's impossible to recognize every single one."
Sumire: "He's so freaking old fashioned, keeping his money in a safe. Who even does that these days? Anna could have hacked an account in less than half the time it took to do this mission."
Natsume: "Is that a dig towards me?"
Sumire: "oooohhh Amber, I love you babe, you're so hot, BARF."
Koko's voice suddenly came onto the system, imitating Sumire, "ooooohhh Natsume, you're so cute, be mine, pleaseeeeee."
Sumire shrieked: "What the hell, Koko? How'd you get onto the system?"
Natsume growled: "Enough! We are in the middle of a mission. Everyone shut up and get back to work. This may be our only opportunity, so don't screw it up. I'm going to go subdue Amber."
Ruka ran down the hall leading to Fidel's office. He had already taken out the four guards stationed at the entrance of the elevator using martial arts pressure points. Ruka hated using guns and excessive physical force so many of his techniques were quick and silent, perfect for infiltration missions.
Another four guards up ahead. He walked up calmly, "Officer number #78 here to switch with #16."
#16 looked at him gruffly, "You look new. Identification?"
Ruka held up a card with his picture, reading Samuel Reeves with a chip on the bottom right corner.
#16 scanned it, the light flashing green. Good job Imai! Ruka cheered inside.
"Alright, I'm off for the night." The officer was halfway through taking off his rifle and lifting the gun out of it's holster when Ruka grabbed his gun and delivered a swift upper kick to his shoulder, knocking him out.
"Hey what are you doin—" #27 began to yell but was hit over the head with the butt of the gun.
"Drop the gun!" #45 had her rifle trained on Ruka. One hand was on the trigger, and her other was moving towards the alarm button on the wall a few inches next to her. This was a dangerous situation. If she managed to shoot him and sound the alarm, not only would Ruka be going down, but Natsume, Sumire, the whole mission would be jeopardized. Ruka couldn't let that happen. He lunged forward, ducking under the woman's arm as she fired the her rifle. Missed by a centimeter. Ruka tackled her to the ground. She was struggling; kicking, biting, and scratching. Should he permanently apprehend her? In a split second decision, Ruka decided to spare her, and tasered her with his stun gun, leaving her unconscious. He dropped her onto the floor, reaching in his pocket for a container of white powder. He shook some out onto a sheet in his palm and gently blew it onto the keypad. Designed by their team's forensics expert Nonoko, it was supposed to use oil from fingerprints and chemically react with the buttons, giving the digits and exact sequence of the combination. The lighter the powder, the more recent it was used, so Ruka would have to start with the darker buttons. 9-3-2-5-6. He entered the code in apprehension. The door clicked open.
Sumire Shouda was a bitch when she was in a hurry. She let no one who got in her way go unscratched. Anna had informed Sumire that the entrance to the basement of the house, where the safe was located, was guarded by three men, along with twelve more strong men below. Obviously there was no way Sumire could take all of them out by force, but that wasn't her plan tonight.
Alexander Fidel was married, but that didn't stop him from going after beautiful women. He had affairs with many and Sumire was disguised as one of his "concubines." She acted drunk, stumbling around the front of the basement elevator with a wine bottle. The guards rushed to help her, eager to play heroes to the damsel in distress, "Miss, are you okay?" one asked, the other two helping her stand up straight. "Mmmmmm," she slurred, hoisting herself up on them, "accidentally" digging her nails into their arms, leaving behind a translucent substance. "What's going on—" one guard began to scream as both collapsed onto the ground, unconscious. Nerve juice. It seeps into your body and attacks your nerves, making you feel enough pain to immediately blackout. As for the last guard, she simply cracked his head open with the wine bottle.
The next part of the plan was the most dangerous. The large ruby necklace Sumire wore around her neck was fake. Inside the gem was a lethal amount of Sarin gas, which when inhaled, would also attack the nervous system, with death occurring one to ten minutes after inhalation, depending on the conditions of the room and quality of the air. Sumire entered the elevator, and closed the doors. She put on a black mask, also designed by Nonoko, which would protect her against the gas. She smashed the ruby open and pressed the down button. They would know someone was coming, so she needed to act quickly.
Ding. The door opened. Five guards looked inside to see— darkness? No, there was someone there, "On the ceiling!" one guard yelled. But it was too late. Her daggers had already impaled him. Others rushed to fire their guns, but Sumire was quicker, she shot her machine gun, a high speed weapon designed by Hotaru, with 70 rounds per second. The four were all dead in less than 10 seconds.
The other half of the guards heard the disturbance and came running towards Sumire's direction. "Shit, come on gas, do your magic," she prayed. Her prayers seemed to be answered, because just seconds before they reached her, the guards began coughing, dropping to the ground like flies. Sumire sprinted past their bodies towards the vault. She brought out a vial containing purple liquid from her bra. Using a titanium rod, she drew a circle on the vault with the liquid. It sizzled and sparked, cutting into the steel door, leaving a hole just big enough for her to crawl through.
Yuu had warned that stealing the money might take too much time, as good as it would have been for Division's funds, if she didn't have enough time, she had to just burn the entire safe. Sumire hoped it wouldn't have to come to that.
Natsume knocked on Amber's door. "Coming!" Amber yelled from inside with a sickly sweet voice. The door opened to reveal her in a lacy black Victoria Secret nightie that reached just below her butt. Her light hair was up in a messy bun, and Natsume could see she put in a lot of effort to achieve a natural no makeup look with plenty of makeup. Natsume tried not wrinkle his nose as he stepped inside the room. She had on the expensive perfume he, well actually Anna, had brought her for Valentines day. Amber had said she loved it, and commented on it's antique, exquisite aroma. But Natsume thought it smelled like chemicals from Nonoko's lab and old people.
Before Amber closed the door, she addressed the ten guards outside, "Don't disturb us," she ordered icily before slamming it shut and locking it.
Natsume hadn't even made it far inside before Amber grabbed him and began kissing him. He hated the taste of her lipgloss. He had to put up with her for three months. Her high maintenance life, screechy voice, fake personality, parading him around to her friends, Natsume was glad to be done with her after tonight. But thanks to him, their team was able to complete this mission. Natsume had done everything from requesting a tour of the entire house from Amber so he could draw a layout for Ruka and Sumire, to planting listening devices everywhere and trackers on Fidel's cars.
Did Natsume feel sorry for what his team was about to do to Fidel's family? Not in the slightest. Amber needed to grow up and learn that not everyone had everything handed to them on a silver platter. Natsume certainly didn't.
Now she was unbuttoning his shirt. Thank god he wore the shirt with the tight buttons. Amber's long witch nails weren't helping her case either. She was stuck after the first two. "Nate, take your shirt off," she commanded. How am I supposed to when you're clinging onto me like a leech? Natsume sighed in annoyance. He hoped Ruka and Sumire were almost done.
After his shirt came off, Amber slinked onto the bed, her eyes inviting him in. He had no choice but to get on, slowly getting on top of her like he was enjoying it. Stall by kissing her! He continued to make out with her, wanting badly to cleanse his mouth at least ten times after this was over. Amber wasn't having it, she took his hand and put it on her one of her breasts. Fake. It felt like plastic to Natsume.
She was about to take off more of his clothes when suddenly the security alarm went off, blaring. "What's going on?!" Amber yelled, hearing loud bangs on her door from the guards. "Nate, we need to go to the underground tunnel I was telling you about, whatever this is, we'll be safe there," she started getting up and moving towards the door.
"No!" Natsume yelled, pinning her arms down against the wall.
"Nate, I get it, you want to make love to me, but there's an emergency, we have to go!" Amber screamed, thrashing against his hold.
"No Amber, you don't get it. My name isn't Nate, I don't want to have sex with you, and I'm aware there's an emergency," Natsume said coldly. He couldn't help but add, "My team is the emergency."
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3— Realization struck her hard. "You— Your— YOUR TEAM?!" Amber stammered, her face turning red with rage, "So this was all fake? Our entire relationship was fake?" she shrieked.
Natsume didn't respond, snapping a pair of handcuffs onto Amber, chaining her to the bedpost.
"I TRUSTED YOU. I LET YOU INTO MY HOUSE, I MADE SURE THE GUARDS DIDN'T BOTHER YOU. I MADE SURE YOU WERE ON DADDY'S GOOD SIDE. I WAS GOING TO LET YOU TAKE MY VIRGINITY. YOU FUCKING BASTARD," Amber howled, bashing against the side of the bed.
"Thanks," Natsume said emotionlessly as he tied two bed sheets to the chair by the window, letting them out the window onto the ground.
"DROP THE SHEETS AND LOOK AT ME," Amber suddenly had a gun in her hand. She had hid it under her bed for self protection, and was currently aiming it at Natsume, sobbing hysterically, "APOLOGIZE YOU BASTARD. KNEEL AND TELL ME YOU'RE SORRY. BEG FOR MERCY."
Natsume glared at her. He burst forward, snatching the gun out of her hands, dismantling the safety trigger and pressed it to the side of her head in less than second, "Shut up. Do you know the power of weapons? If you're going to fire a gun, learn how to properly use it first. Be prepared for the feeling of guilt, of regret, the second you pull the trigger," He leaned closer, making her flinch, "learn the consequences of your actions, learn the worth of every single life. Oh wait, you already know. You know all about your father's business right? In fact, aren't you taking over soon? Thousands of children, working as slaves in his factories. What for? All for his entitled, air headed daughter. Buying more clothes, makeup, a nice new car huh? More face surgery? A new beach house? That's a hundred more lives gone right there," He scoffed, throwing Amber onto the ground. "You should be begging me for my mercy. Killing you solves a lot of problems. Your life for thousands of others. What do you say?"
Amber was silent, convulsing on the floor with a dazed look on her face. Natsume sighed. Child slavery was only a fraction of Alexander Fidel's wrongdoings. Hopefully the files Ruka collected will give them more information on his other dealings, but he had to get out soon or the guards would be on him. Before climbing out the window, Natsume looked at Amber one last time, lying pathetically on the ground. Bye Bitch.
How was it? I've never written action scenes before because they're really hard for me to describe haha. The next chapter will be up soon, thanks for reading! :P