Okay, so I'll admit, I probably shouldn't be writing another story. But I can't help it! So, please enjoy the first chapter to my new Gakuen Alice fic. The beginning is in the past.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice
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On that day, Mikan didn't know what exactly she was losing, but she had a bad feeling in her stomach. She loaded into the car with her mother, reassurance given her way every few minutes.
When her mother pulled up in front of the school, Mikan's throat clogged.
"Have a good day, Mikan." Her mother said, and Mikan allowed herself to pry open the door and get out. Mikan bumped the door closed, and hiked her backpack further up her shoulder.
Within a good five minutes, Mikan knew something was off. Or rather, someone gone. Mikan's childhood friend, Hyuuga Natsume was missing.
Gathering her courage in an old habit—biting her thumb nail—she searched the grounds for her friend. Considering there was twenty minutes to the bell and people were soaking up the last dead rays of sunlight.
Her courage stayed with her, up to the moment where she found the popular people circle. Then, it shattered.
The one and only, Hyuuga Natsume stood in the center of jocks, sluts and cheerleaders, immersed in their praise. But, the person in the circle, was not Hyuuga Natsume. Actually, it was. However, the boy Mikan knew was gone. His hair no longer was cut precariously cut against his head, but now framing his face, bangs almost obscuring his eyes. Instead of the baggy skater clothes he'd worn the year previously, he now opted for tight fitted jeans, and a t-shirt that clung to his abs.
Mikan couldn't face him then, especially with the clothes she was in. She felt like a plain duckling next to the swans from hell. In her baggy jeans, loose hoodie and worn skate shoes, her hair still in her usual pig-tails.
She found herself in the school, opening her locker, with shaking hands. How much has he changed!
The locker directly next to hers opened, and she knew immediately who is was. Natsume.
Mikan bit her lip and looked at him. Even from his profile, he looked like a god sent to earth. A sex god.
"Natsume?" She whispered, and he finally looked at her, his ruby eyes barely filling with remembrance.
"Uh, Mikan, right?"
Her heart plummeted, "Don't you remember me?"
He laughed nervously, "Yeah, don't freak. So, um, hi?"
Mikan just gaped at him. How could he forget her?
Then, his ruby eyes hardened, "Listen, Mikan, you, me, we can't be friends anymore. We don't work. So don't bother me, and I won't bother you, deal?" Mikan blinked repetedly, "And just to make things less awkward for you, I'm requesting a new locker. Bye." And with that, he was gone, bringing seventeen years of friendship with him.
Mikan slid down the length of the lockers, watching him walk out of her life. Students passed her, without a second thought.
"I hate you." She spat to herself. With that, she knew she'd never forgive him.
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Seven years later. . .
The phone rang out, and Hyuuga Natsume, now twenty-four, answered, while signing a document at the same time.
"Yes?" He responded briskly, pen scratching the paper. His voice flowed like silk.
His secretaries voice came through, "Hyuuga-sama? A Nogi Ruka is here to see you. Shall I allow him in?" Ah, she was new. Natsume had forgotten.
"Of course. For future reference, all ways allow him in."
"Hai!" She said cheerfully, not hearing his hidden meaning.
He hung up, and finished the document up. Natsume, a successful business man, had just brought his small company up to a multi-billion dollar one, spanning across all of Japan.
The blonde haired man popped his head in, grinning like crazy.
Natsume raised his eyebrows, "Did Hotaru finally let you back in the bedroom?"
Ruka blushed, "Yes, but that's not the point." Natsume rolled his eyes. Of course not. He sat back in his plush leather chair, lacing his fingers behind his head.
"Sit." Ruka obeyed, and sat in one of the chairs on the other side of Natsume's desk.
"So, last night at dinner, Hotaru had some news for me." The excitement in Ruka's eyes caused suspicion for Natsume.
He cocked his eyebrow.
"Okay, so two things, first, Hotaru wanted me to bring you to lunch today for a surprise. However, she wouldn't say why. Lastly, my favorite news by far, Hotaru's pregnant."
Natsume's lip tipped into a smile, "Congrats, man. But. . . Why?"
Ruka shrugged, "I don't know. Guess you'll have to show up."
Natsume glanced at the clock, eleven-thirty. Next, he checked his schedule and saw he was free for the next two hours. "Okay. Let's go."
At the Alice café, Ruka gave the name Nogi, and a waiter led them to a table.
There, Hotaru sat at the table, sipping a peppermint smelling tea. Hotaru, even after seven years, retained her beauty. Her face was still a porcelain white, and her eyes a bright, beautiful violet. One thing that changed was her hair now reached past her mid-back, but it was still a pristine dark purple. Hotaru stood, her eyes silently telling Ruka to get in first. She sat back down, face expressionless.
Natsume cautiously sat across from them.
"So, Hotaru, why am I here?" Natsume questioned, then ordered a black coffee when the waiter came.
"Hyuuga, I have little patience when it comes to you. However, since you are best friends with my husband, I merely tolerate you. Now shut up and wait. I'm not doing this for you." She snapped at him, then took a sip of her tea once again. Natsume stayed silent.
Finally, ten minutes later, someone said, "Hotaru! I'm so sorry! I got lost!"
Hotaru stood up, and greeted her guest. All Natsume saw was leg, at first. Long creamy legs, that made his mouth water slightly. Her endless amounts of dark, cinnamon coloured hair twisted down, landing just above her round derrière, swirled in curls. On her, she had tight fitted black jean shorts, pockets covered in rhinestones. When she faced the table, Natsume stared at her. The creaminess from her legs matched the shade to her face, and she had large, hazel eyes, framed by extended black eyelashes. Her lips splayed with a light pink shimmering gloss. Her hair swept slightly over her left eye. Next, he caught her chest, and then, his ruby eyes turned slightly lust-full. Her bust was nearly popping out of her dark green blouse, which had the top few buttons undone.
Hotaru's nearly expressionless face tipped into a smirk. "Hyuuga, let me introduce you to my best friend, Sakura Mikan."
Natsume's mind reeled. This, goddess, was the same dorky Mikan from his childhood? No way.
Her face lit up in a gorgeous smile, "Natsume? I almost didn't recognize you! I mean, your practically drooling! I had imagined the owner of Hyuuga inc. would have more class then that." Natsume scowled.
She turned to Hotaru, "Anyway, Hotaru, I have wonderful news!"
Hotaru gestured to sit, and she did, perilously close to Natsume. "Hm?"
Dramatically, Mikan pressed her left hand to her forehead, "I'm engaged!"
Natsume's eyes zeroed in on the silver ring, speckled in diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires.
"Congratulations." Hotaru waited for an elaboration, even though Natsume was sure she knew.
"Sono Kaname!" She squealed. Natsume knew exactly who he was. Kaname owned a toy company, which made as much as Natsume's, but, was not competition for him. However, Kaname's best friend, Ando Tsubasa, owned a company, which was Natsume's competition.
Okay! I'm sorry for involving Kaname in this! I love him so much, and I don't want to hurt him! You're probably like, "Why not just use Tsubasa, Emerald?" Well, one, I think their like siblings, which is gross, in this sense anyway, cuz I like anime/manga with incest. And two, Tsubasa belongs with Misaki, and until someone tells me Kaname belongs with someone, then I'm sorry, but I'm using him. Plus, this is the first time I've included Kaname, so I'm quiet curious to see what I do. Don't blame me if something happens to Kaname. Well, blame me, but it's for the greater good of NatsumexMikan! Sorry. Review!
~Emerald~