Hello!!... I'm very sorry Kaye... I got nothing in my mind to continue my first story... but i'll try...
Alice Academy, a prestigious school possessing high quality extraordinary students. One of which is…Mikan Sakura. An auburn haired lady with a fair skin, sparkling big brown eyes and beacon of the grounds possessing everyone through her bright smile and personality. She came to the academy back when she was 10 with the intent of just seeing her best friend. Never knew she was qualified enough to be enlisted.
Things change so abruptly, nevertheless, with her smile, she can hide some of it for the safety of those dear to her heart. Among of the drastic change is her living in a private area of school vicinity not known for the many. Also doing strenuous missions for she is the most powerful student in the academy as of the moment because of her newly awakened alice inherited from her mother. She is with her foster father, though he is often as often being seen there because of his work as a teacher of the said school and a lawyer. She is known as the "glacialrose" in the outside world because of her beauty and at the same time her manipulation to kill. For now, she played as the detective in the northern forest.
The telephone rang persistently. She, however, sat in the living room, lost in thought.
"What did Luna mean by her remark?" she mused.
Absent mindedly he rose and went to the phone. It had stopped ringing and now no one was on the line.
"Oh! Dear! The call may have been important!" she chided herself. Then, hoping the caller would try again, she sat down on the chair near the telephone table.
At once her mind reverted to Luna Koizumi. The 22-year-old platinum blond, known as famous singer in the outside world is a product of the academy. She was working for the higher-ups as a researcher.
"And not as a detective!" she fumed "She can't take the Anderson case away from me!"
The telephone rang again. Her best friend Hotaru Imai was calling.
"Hi!" she said "Have you been trying to get me?"
"No. Why?"
Mikan replied, "How about you and Anna coming over? I'll tell you why. I can't leave the house because dad is expecting a new letter file to be delivered for his den, and I'm alone here."
The two girls arrived shortly. They were distant cousins and often assisted Mikan in her detective works. The three girls are a striking trio – Mikan, an attractive, slender auburn hair and a bright smile, bubbly, athletic. Her best friend most of the time calls her idiot, though it is really the other way around; Anna, a cute pink-haired girl whose alice belongs to the technical class, often seen cooking something not edible; and Hotaru Imai, the ice queen blackmailer and money-maker, has a short dark hair and a slim figure, from the technical class.
"What's worrying you, Mikan?" Anna asked.
"On the phone you sounded as if something horrible had happened, idiot."
"It's not that bad," Mikan replied, forcing a smile. "I guess it's a case of plain jealousy."
"You! Jealous?" Hotaru scoffed. "That's one trait you don't have. Well, out of it!"
"It's about a woman named Luna Koizumi who has recently came to court for dad. She's a lawyer."
"Uh -uh!" Anna said with a little giggle. "You think he has a romantic interest in your dad, and or vice versa.
Mikan was startled by the suggestion. And hastened to make sure her friends this was not the situation. "Aside from her alice of soul sucker which I think is really dangerous anywhere near dad, Luna Koizumi is trying to be an amateur detective –"
"And," Hotaru finished, "take your place."
"Wahhh...!" she whined, and then nodded after given a smack in the head, courtesy of an Imai. "Dad mentioned he has a case he thought I'd like to work on with you girls. It's about the glowing eye"
"Glowing eye!" Hotaru echoed but sounded more passive. "Sounds intriguing"
"Yes," Mikan agreed. "But this morning Luna called me and said I wouldn't need to help – that she already had partly solved the case."
"The nerve of her!" Anna burst out. "What did your father say?"
"I haven't told him," Mikan replied. "And what's more, I'm not going to. Maybe he asked Luna to take over and –"
"Don't be silly," Hotaru cut in, "I'm sure Narumi would never do such a thing to an idiot daughter like you."
Mikan wanted to believe this was true. But as Anna tried to console her friend, the young strongest, dangerous (as others put it) alice user slash detective's thought drifted off. Would her father ever again discuss with her the cases that troubled him? What would it be without queer things to solve?
Tears formed on Mikan's eyes, but she smiled and said, "Thanks, Anna. Maybe I'm just making a mountain out of a molehill."
Then Mikan eyed Hotaru for a minute… Noting that there's no Baka gun anywhere near her, she talked her most best friend of all, but sadly…baka, baka, baka,… as I've said, an Imai has always have its ways. Mikan landed on her feet. She knows how to handle such things but doesn't want to disappoint her friend by depriving what makes her feel worthy of. Years of training makes her flexible in anyway.
The said girl blew down the smoke coming from the mouth of the Baka gun like a cowboy style living in a barn… "Or maybe Miss Koizumi thinks she's a queen!" she passively said as she put away her beloved known to be upgraded Baka gun to God knows where. Then added, "Which mystery does my lady wish to solve today? Or shall we slay the wicked dragon – ?"
"Enough, enough," Mikan interrupted, though she could not escape the scary feeling running through her spine seeing Hotaru having an evil grin and sparkling money eyes with a dark violet aura surrounding her.
Paying no attention to her friend's remark, Hotaru bowed deeply, "Your highness," she said, brandishing an imaginary sword at her long distant cousin.
"Your low-ness," Anna replied. "How low will you go?"
Hotaru bent over so far that she lost her balance and fell forward. "Is this low enough?" she said, resting on one elbow and fishing a remote from her pocket. In comes Amanatsu holding lists of people in dept to her. "For today you owe me 2,500 rabbits." "Nani?!" "Any questions?" Hotaru said at the same time pointing the Baka gun at Anna.
"Uh. No. Nothing at all. Haha….", obviously not wanting to experience the fate of the once clumsy friend. Mikan could only watch and be amazed at how Hotaru could be so resourceful in terms of money.
At that instant the three girls became aware of a loud whirring noise. It grew louder.
"That sounds like a copter!" Mikan exclaimed. "And its right overhead!"
She dashed out the front door with her friends and looked up. A small twin-motor helicopter was descending.
"Mikan, its going to land on the front lawn!" Anna cried out.
Mikan and Anna watched in fascination. The rotors suddenly stopped and the helicopter plummeted the last fifty feet. It hit the grass with a thud and the door flew open.
"The pilot!" Mikan exclaimed. "He must have been injured!"
She and Anna hurried to the helicopter. They could not see the pilot, so the two girls climbed up and peered inside.
No one was there!
Hotaru suddenly, out of nowhere, appeared by their side and as usual passively said, "I already called the attention of the higher authorities of the Academy. Was anyone hurt?" she asked.
"Not a soul here," Mikan reported with a bewildered shrug.
The lady, hoping to find a clue to the missing pilot, hoped aboard.
Mikan picked up an envelope which lay on the floor, face down. She turned it over. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. The name on it was her own! There was no address.
"Did you find something?" Anna called up.
Mikan jumped down and showed her friends the said envelope. The handwriting, which they all recognized immediately, was that of her special friend, a co-house mate, partner, also a dangerous alice user, considered a pervert for her none other than Natsume Hyuuga a.k.a. Black cat. For a moment she could not speak.
But finally she said, "Perhaps Natsume was in the copter and had to bail out!"
Anna and Hotaru were alarmed too. All of them has developed a bond of the good-looking, avid manga reader, emotionless/ coldhearted Hyuuga since they were in their elementary years. Arm in arm the three girls walked back into the house.
"Open the envelope," Anna urged. "Maybe it contains a message for you."
Mikan, who had been clutching the envelope tightly, slid her thumb under the flap. Inside was a small piece of paper. On it was a handwritten warning:
Beware of Cyclops
N.H.