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Author's Prelude: Wow! I can't believe I'll write another fic so soon after Coming Back... It just came to me while washing the laundry. Hehehe. Anyway, this is a bit tougher than the first one mentioned and I hope I can make it shorter, because... It's a piece which I am inspired to make as a novel. Some pre-info's: First, the characters are still them, of course, and are still alices. Second, They're in a different situation now, I mean, not in the academy but this still involves the academy, and lastly, this is my fanfic, I disclaim owning Gakuen Alice, but I love it. I TOTALLY LOVE IT!
So... ENJOY!
CHAPTER 1: THE DRIVE
"Even my skin is acting weird; I wish that I could grow a beard; Then I could cover up my spots not play connect the dots... I just wanna disappear...." sang the girl behind the wheels. Banging her head here and there, enjoying the wild wind blowing on her face as she drove past 160kph.
Rrrriiiinnnnggggg!!!!!
She picked up the line on her headset. "Hey, aren't you informed that using cellular phones while driving is already considered a crime?" She blabbered without even greeting the person on the other line.
"Then sue yourself..." answered a calm voice.
"Ok, what d'ya want, huh? Hotaru?" the driver asked. She looked at her wrist watch and uttered some obscenities after seeing the time. "It's past midnight and I haven't eaten anything yet..." she thought.
"Well, I just want to make sure that you're on your way here... Are the documents with you?"
"Yyyuuu...p!" she answered with enthusiasm as she turned on a corner towards a café. "Hey, Hotaru... I'll be there in a minute... So..."
"What? Mikan, those stuffs are important! They're no ordinary files! Could you just hurry up?!" Hotaru impatiently uttered on the other line.
"Yeah, yeah... I'll just drop by for some snacks, okay? By the way, you want me to bring you something?"
"Lobster a la Newburg and lobster thermidor..."
"Okay, got it!" she said as she pulled over at the side of the road. "Bye... bye!" and she kissed the headset's mouth piece goodbye. She got out of her new Audi, locked it and went straight to the café.
(Aimi: Have I introduced you to her? Not yet? Oh I'm sorry!)
She was wearing a soft red tuck-in tank spag under a striped white-pink silky rayon sweater. A white pointy-toe boots and a dotted cream scarf around her neck. She's five-five in height, a soft creamy skin, an eyeglass (like those ones that Taylor Swift was wearing in her You Belong With Me video) covering her clear, cheerful topaz eyes. She wears a bonnet on her light brown hair tied on a low and messy ponytail with its curly ends. She walked inside after greeting the guard who opened the door for her and went straight to the counter. She's Mikan Sakura Yukihara, 23 years old, a writer, magazine and product/ad model and a part-time secret agent. She's the daughter of Yuka Azumi, president of X-Z Alice Agency and the deceased nullifier, also a model and a motocross- enthusiast and rider Izumi Yukihara. She's a well-known playgirl but a certified never-been-kissed type--- that's because she believes that the only one that can touch her is her husband-to-be, a little button-down principle huh?
"Good evening ma'am, may I help you?" asked the young cashier.
"Lobster a la Newburg and lobster thermidor... large please..." (Aimi: large, because, you know Hotaru's appetite, don't you?) "...and, vegetable salad, no cheese please." She said (by the way, she's a vegetarian)
The young lady looked at her intently and asked, "Have I seen you somewhere? You look so familiar... like that Revlon model..."
Mikan's eyes popped wildly under her glasses as she waved her hands in front of her, chanting, "No, no, no... Hehe... no way..." she stopped right when she saw that her fingernails was painted by a soft red hue... of Revlon. "Eh?" she uttered involuntarily. The girl just looked at her curiously with a hanging mouth and just nodded.
"Dine-in or take out, ma'am?" the young girl asked again.
"Take-out" she answered. "...and cash, please" she said in a flash just before the lady ask her the cash-or-credit question.
"That's one-thirteen dollars ma'am." And she handed her a hundred and twenty cash.
"Just a minute" she said cheerfully and she nodded.
In the mean time, some drug-racers happened to pass by the same road where the café was. The noise was deafening and unfortunately, a black Ferrari had some trouble and crushed at the silver Audi.
"Oh sh**!!!" The driver on his helmet imprecated. He jumped out of his car after detaching it from the victimized vehicle and looked at it while shaking his head furiously.
Mikan went out of the establishment almost running with the foods jumping inside the paper bag. As she went nearer to her car, well, you know what happened--- she was frozen for a minute and cried loudly saying things so fast that only she can understand. All that was heard clearly was: "Oh my God, my Audi!!!" Then she noticed the figure-on-helmet standing near the location and flinched. It didn't move and was in dark clothing so she can't recognize it.
"Hey..." she started.
"I'll pay you any price, cash." He said in a rush.
"You!!! How can you...? Oh God! This is so much to me! That's my very first car, I mean... that's the very first that I bought with my own money!!! This is horriib..."
"Can you just get over it??? I said I'll pay you..." he answered coldly.
"You're soul's as dark as your clothes, mean-spirited idiot! You don't know what its worth!!!" she accused him.
Just then, some the burning scent reached their nostrils and the girl remembered something---the documents! She ran as fast as she could, leaving the paper bag behind just to rescue the God-knows-how-important documents but the car was burning and she can be caught in it. But she still dared to get in to get the bag of documents.
"Hey!" the guy shouted and trailed after her. He saw the almost unmoving girl trying to get out of the hell she's now in and pulled her out, as a help. Mikan dropped the box and tried to return to her burning car but her wrist was caught by a hand in a tight grasp.
"Are trying to kill yourself, huh, dummy?" he asked in a stormy manner.
"Hell no so let go of me! This is important! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She answered back, shouting.
"Then just let it burn! You idiot, you can die there!"
"Wow, incredible, then I'm the idiot now, huh? After you crushed my car, treated me arrogantly, causing my belongings to be burned, and now, you're calling me an idiot!" she said sarcastically and loudly. Well, he just looked at her in daze since its clear to him that he caused all ruckuses.
Then he sighed, "Ok, ok, I'll pay you, whatever, double it, triple it or so on, and I'll take you to your location... Deal?" he said.
"No!" she answered harshly. "No. No. Noooo!" she repeated, glaring daggers on him.
In annoyance, this man put off his helmet and unveiled an absurdly handsome pale face with the most seductive red eyes resting under thick long lashes as black as his hair. Mikan's chest pounded heavily for a moment and calmed down when her phone rang. She rolled her eyes and turned her back at him to answer the phone call.
"Just where the hell are you!?" yelled the other line, obviously guys, its Hotaru.
"You're right! I'm in hell never knowing whether to wind a watch or bark at the moon!"
"Ba-ka! If something happened to those bags, I'll kill you!" she warned her.
"Shit! I'm a dead, cute girl walking!" she thought.
"Mikan?" Hotaru called.
"My car... It's on fire, I was only able to rescue a bag, and that's all... Someone crushed my car, I'm not aware of It." she said sadly, sitting on her heels. Stress and grief was obvious on her sulking figure.
"I'm sorry..." The person on the other line sympathized. "Just hurry up..." she added after hanging up on her.
"Hey," the guy called. She stood up and faced him with teary eyes, glaring. He felt some unknown source of guilt melted him upon seeing her cry.
"I'll take your car." She said coldly extending her opened hands, obviously asking for his car's key.
"I said, I'll pay the car and all the damage, and take you to your place. I'm not giving that car away, ok?" he said, still in his arrogant tone as he picked up Mikan's stuffs and went straight to his damaged car. He jumped on the driver's seat and called her, "Are you getting in, or what?" And since Mikan was in a dilemma, she forced herself to get inside his Ferrari. "This is fast, it'll do" she told herself.
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