A/n: I tried my best to make it sound like modern English. It is very hard and there are no translators online that helped me. I took what I knew from Shakespeare to write this so please don't be harsh because I was trying. Bare with me from this point as you read on. I hope you all like the plot and sorry if what I am typing is not understandable. I also hope you like it the idea behind the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice or the characters.
Chapter one: Prologue
It was the day Rome had fallen and the patronage had rebuked when what known as Renaissance flourished. Blood trickled down the vile streets during the Dark Age. Silver with copper clashed on one another. It was a disaster, a mighty disaster as my father would mention. He may have acquired the knowledge from his father or his grandfather. All of which I know not of and care less for. The interest of my ears was the many stories about how Europe became reborn. My attention, completely hooked on the stories, would often not divert whenever my mother would speak to me. I knew of it bad to ignore my chiding mother as her daughter, a young female. Part of the Renaissance rules disturbed me greatly for as a female, I was told to act like a young lady. I hardly abided the rules and often received punishment. As a young lady, knowledge was to be erased from my book. The young gentlemen around me were the leaders, the knowledgeable ones, the men whom caused me to become jealous.
As a lady, poise was the key to become one known around. I knew not of becoming a lady and focused more on gentlemen activities. It was noticeable how disappointed my mother and father were to have a daughter like me. I was disappointed in them for allowing the rules of the Renaissance create tension in our family. The stories may have been interesting but the rules I never followed still chased me around. Living in the renaissance was not entertaining…
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Festering wounds and balsamic odors for which I most certainly loathed filled my tiny nostrils and brought attention back to me.
Here I was, standing in front of my lengthy mirror, staring at my unbeautiful image. My mother spoke and I turned my head to her voice. "Sorry." Was all I replied with.
Mother's face confronted with anger. Though she plastered an angry mask upon her visage, her beauty still showed. Jealousy once again entered within my soul. How could I be her kin when my facial features could not compare to hers. We may appear similar to others but to me, we are not even near.
"Child, when I speak hear me out. Stop all this nonsense and prepare yourself." Mother scolded.
I had no clue for what she spoke of and simultaneously nodded my head. "Yes ma'am." I added after the nod.
Somehow, my response had not pleased her and she immediately frowned down at me. "Do you know what I speak of?" She asked.
I sighed, knowing that a lie was a lie and I could not lie further. "No." I simply replied.
"Mikan," She spoke my first name which surprised me. She hardly every referred me as Mikan. It was always child. She coughed into her fist and crossed on arm over the other. "Prepare yourself for a banquet this evening in the dining room. We are welcoming the Hyuuga's and their son Natsume.
I gazed up at mother in confusion and spoke. "What is the meaning of this ma'am?"
Mother rolled her oval shaped eyes at me. Her frown deepened to an extent I had not known of it to be possible.
"Please prepare yourself and come down with a smile upon your face. Lord Hyuuga wants to meet you." Mother replied.
"For what matter?" I asked.
"No further questions child." She said then turned her back to me and left the room.
I glanced at the dress that was laid out for me earlier. It was hanging besides the mirror looking dashing, too dashing for my taste. I loathed dresses and preferred trousers to pantyhose yet I was not permitted to wear such gentlemen attire around the castle or outside the home gate.
I slowly walked over to the mirror and released the dress from its hanger. It felt silky and very smooth in texture. The patterns coated the dress beautifully but the color of the dress itself contained too much color. The color white was prominent against the color black and shades of purple lace mixed with the white color. Overall, it was too beautiful for my eyes, my eyes that were the same shade as mothers.
I knew that standing here gazing at this dress would only cause my mother and father distress so I began to dress myself. After the dress was on, I neatly combed my lengthy brunette hair and allowed the hair dresser to braid strands front to back so that one long braid resided.
"Thank you." I said with gratitude to my hair dresser after placing a jeweled necklace around my neck. I left soon afterwards and paced myself down the castle hallway. When I reached the entrance of the dining room, I immediately caught sight of a raven haired boy sitting in a chair beside my assigned seat.
"Come in my darling, we have been waiting for you." Father said as I walked over to my seat and sat down beside the boy whom had his eyes on me the whole while. "Please introduce yourself to Lord Hyuuga and Lady Hyuuga." Father added. His head was turned to the direction of a man seated in front of me. I stood up from my chair and smiled at the mysterious man.
"Good morrow sir. I am called by the name Mikan." I spoke as politely as I could. The man named Lord Hyuuga chuckled boisterously.
He turned to father and smiled ear to ear. "Oh my, Lord Sakura, that daughter of yours is very entertaining." Lord Hyuuga spoke. I could not hide the blush approaching my cheeks and quickly sat down. He turned back to me and smiled widely. "The boy you are seated beside is my son Natsume. I hope you two can get along."
"Why do you say so?" I asked with haste. My mother cleared her throat as a warning but I paid no heed and gazed hard at Lord Hyuuga.
"What do you mean daughter? I sought after him for you. He is the man you are to marry." Father interjected with a laugh that soon followed.
It was as if my whole existence had completely meant nothing to my birth parents and everything I had known of that mattered to me disappeared. All the questionable things I believed in vanished and it was then I realized this was not an epigram; it was the truth, the hard truth of the Renaissance. The time for marriage to come to mind occurred and I detested it oh so very much.
END OF PROLOGUE
A/n: I don't know what to say but so what it was very short? It is a prologue anyway so I guess it doesn't matter. To all those that read the whole prologue, thank you. I hope that this was to your enjoyment. Please READ and REVIEW. It would make me happy.
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