I wrote this under my old account/pen-name: harumi_kichi, a few years back. I don't own Gakuen Alice.
Blood pulsed and pounded incessantly against his temples. The constant ache soon moved between his eyes, robbing him his focus and causing him to become even more irritable by the minute. He just couldn't focus at all on the book before him, the letters becoming blurred before his eyes from the pain and fatigue he couldn't ignore nor suppress.
Why? Why am I forced to work so hard? Even though I'll get to leave this place tomorrow, I'll still be within his grasp, forced to follow his every order. Is this all that matters to him? Just one more day. I can last one more day.
He massaged his temples with his long, pale fingers, and then ran them roughly through his messy jet-black hair, hoping to relieve some tension. As he took a long deep breath, his red eyes closed slowly and soon Natsume Hyuuga was fast asleep, finally letting his thoughts wander and become dreams. The stress he had been holding for the past week will surely get better. After all, tomorrow is the first day at his new school and there is nothing to do now but wait for the day to come.
The morning sun peeked over the mountain tops as the dense, foggy mist was dissipating. The chill in the air only enhanced the freshness of the morning and the crisp cleanliness of the air. The sky brightens ever so slowly as people get out of their beds and get dressed, preparing for their activities for the day. Street vendors park their carts and open shop, as do market shops that line the street, opening their doors and welcoming the new business of the day. While all this is happening, a small girl, 16 in age, remains sleeping in her bed, snuggled under her covers to keep the morning chill from reaching her body.
"Mikan dear, it's time to get up! You don't want to be late for your first day of school!" yelled a female voice from down stairs, muffled by the closed bedroom door and walls.
The sleeping girl gave a little grunt as her reply and snuggled deeper into her bed.
Light footsteps could be heard climbing the stairs and heading towards the sleeping girl's room. A petite woman, about 5'3" in height opens the door and automatically puts her hands on the sides of her hips, showing her displeasure at the situation. She shakes her head, making her braided brown hair sway at her back. But even with her show of displeasure, she couldn't help but smile lovingly at her daughter. She looks so sweet and relaxed in her bed, and a bit silly looking wearing her bunny printed pajamas.
"Mikan, you get up this minute. It's already 7 o'clock and you haven't even changed or eaten breakfast. You better get up in the next five seconds or I'm going to eat your breakfast for you. And to think I got up at 5 a.m. just to prepare this delicious meal for my precious family and the gratitude you show me is to just lie in bed, drooling away on your pillow. I slaved away in the kitchen over the intense heat of the stove, putting my self in constant danger being around hot boiling soup and sharp pointy knives. My hands became raw washing the rice and peeling all those raw vegetables."
Her playful litany of distress in the kitchen continued on, not having any effect on Mikan. Mikan knew her mother was just playing with her, trying to make her feel guilty for continuing to lie in bed. She can be so dramatic sometimes, but that's what she loves about her mom.
Yeah mom, I love you too. No need to feed me all that drama. I'll just stay here for 5 more minutes; after all, it's only…
"Oh My God! It's 7 o'clock already! Mom why didn't you wake me earlier?! I'm going to be late for the first day of school now!" Mikan jumped out of bed and hurriedly ran to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Her mother followed her into the bathroom, a frown on her face. As Mikan was brushing her teeth frantically, foamy white paste dripping down her chin, her mother reached around Mikan and pinched both sides of her cheeks, pulling and stretching them to their limit.
"You know full and well that I have been trying to wake you up this morning, and every morning for the past 16 years of your life. Honestly dear, you have to learn how to wake yourself up, especially on time."
"Mom! I can't brush my teeth this way and you're making me get tooth paste everywhere. I get it, I get it. I have to be more mature and blah blah blah. Go ahead and head back down stairs, I'll be there in minute."
Her mother finally released her cheeks and turned to leave, but before she left she gave her daughter a pout and sad puppy dog eyes. Mikan rolled her eyes up at the immaturity of her mother, but grinned anyway and turned to give her mom a big smooch on the cheek, tooth paste and all. Her mom really knew how to lay on the act.
"Really dear," was all her mother could say, laughing at her daughter and wiping the white goop off her face.
"Just for that, your father and I are going to eat your portion of the breakfast," and she hurried happily back down stairs, all the while Mikan was shouting for her to not touch her breakfast.
"Don't touch it! Don't touch it! I'll be right down! Oh CRAP! It's 7: 30 already? I'm gonna be LATE! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER MOM?!" Clothes flew about and things were thrown hastily into a school bag. Laughter and loud chatter could be heard downstairs as Mikan joined her family for breakfast.
It certainly was a lively morning here in the Sakura household.
