#3: Found dying in the streets of Tokyo by Narumi-sensei, the mysterious Mikan Sakura is the newest addition to Gakuen Alice Academy. But, scared of everyone and everything, there were only 3 things they knew about her for sure:

1. Her name.

2. Something horrible happened to her that she won't talk to anyone about.

3. Mikan Sakura does not exist.

…. In this one… everybody is….

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Chapter 1

Normal POV

It was a cold winter day, and she was lying in one of the many back alleys of Tokyo, blood splattered all over her body and a huge gash in her side. She was wearing a dirty, blood covered hospital gown that used to be white, but was now stained brown and red. The sun was beginning to set in the sky and it was snowing outside. The white fluff dropped on her skin and blood covered clothes, dusting the figure in white. The temperature was dropping lower and lower every minute, but she still did not move.

"Just kill me now." The brunette whispered to the sky. A tear leaked out of the corner of her eye, freezing before it could even get half way down her cheek. She was too cold to even shiver now. Her hazel eyes were dull and weary.

She was barley-maintaining consciousness, when a blonde haired man suddenly scooped her up into his arms, and draped a warm coat over her ice-cold body.

She stiffened in shock and began trying to wiggle out of his arms, but winced and sucked in her breath when a stabbing pain shot through her entire body. She shut her eyes tightly and waited for the pain to fade. Once it was gone, she cracked them open again.

"What's your name?" he asked in a kind voice.

With her eyes only half way opened, she could not see his face, but he was warm, and for the first time; she felt safe.

"Mikan… Mikan Sakura." She murmured in a horse voice. She shut her eyes, exhausted, and drifted away to oblivion.

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Mikan POV

My head felt heavy as I drifted into consciousness.

'Where am I?'

I struggled to remember why I was here and what had happened, when a wave of bad memories began to leak out. I pushed them back.

'I'm never going back to that day.'

I then realized something important; I was warm and my wounds had been dressed and treated. I felt no threats at the moment, and everything was quiet and peaceful.

Was I dead?

How else should I explain the unnatural setting and feeling? I felt no fear. No danger. No nothing.

As I came more into awareness, I cracked my eyes open about a millimeter and attempted to find out where I was. Through my clouded vision, I saw shadows of people moving to and fro, discussing some important matter in hushed, urgent whispers, most of which, I couldn't make out.

"She's just a child." I heard once voice hiss.

"The Academy's new student."

"Special Star."

"What did you find out about her?" asked another.

"Narumi found her."

"She must be kept safe."

"A new weapon."

At that last sentence, I was once again pulled under black waters.

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When I rose above the black waters for the second time, I was able to sit up and take in my surroundings: white room, white walls, white sheets, white bed, the smell of medicine, a steady beeping sound…

Just like that place.

"No." I whispered worriedly. "Don't come back don't come back...!"

I looked down and saw a needle stuck into my arm. There were also many other wires and object clipped onto me. I panicked, the memories were pushing harder against their barriers. I ripped them all out, starting with the needle. Breathing hard, I looked back to my arm.

Blood.

A stabbing, ripping pain shot through my head, I cried out and clutched my head, tangling my fingers into my hair and screaming.

Memories started flashing in front of my eyes at a rapid speed. Somewhere I heard a loud banging sound and the sound of rushing footsteps.

A normally white room.

The smell of medicine.

Broken glass.

White coats.

Bright lights.

"Monster."

Dying people.

Screams of terror.

Blood. Everywhere: covering across the walls and covering the floors.

I saw a reflection on one of the shiny pieces of glass: It was me. I was standing there in the center of it all, covered in the splattered blood of those who lay dying or dead, all around me.

"N-no..." I whispered. My voice bas broken and horrified.

"This is all your fault."

More screams.

"Murderer!"

"NOOOOO!!!" I screamed.

Ripping sobs escaped my throat, shaking me violently. Tears continued to stream down me cheeks as the spitting pain continued and the images and voices continued on. I squeezed my eyes shut and the sobbing worsened, as the images got more and more violent.

"Murderer!"

"I didn't do it!" I murmured in a terrified voice, "I'm not a murderer!" my voice broke at the end.

I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me and draw me into a hug. The person shouted for everyone to get out of the room.

"You're going to be okay." The voice whispered reassuringly. A hand gently pried my hands from my hair and continued murmuring kind words, holding me all the time. Slowly, my sobs began to lessen and the pain began to fade. After what seemed like hours, I was silent and pain free. I faded to oblivion.

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Normal POV

The figure stared down at the girl with sad eyes. She had just fallen asleep and she looked like a mess: salty lines covered her cheeks and her eyes were puffy and red, her hair was a mess, her skin unnaturally pale.

She apparently was his own age, but right now she looked much younger as she lay there, small and defenseless.

He carefully pried her hands from his shirt and laid her in the bed properly, smoothing back her soft hair and pulling the covers over her.

"I didn't do it! I'm not a murderer!"

His mind replayed the words that caused him to help her. He sighed and stepped back, plopping down in one of the chairs in the hospital room.

"What am I doing?" He wondered tiredly. "Helping a girl who I don't even know?" He smacked himself in the forehead and leaned back in the chair.

It's because she's just like you. A voice in his head said.

"Shut up." he muttered angrily.

There was a light tapping sound on the door.

"Come." ordered an eerie voice from the other side of the door.

With a weary sigh, he stood up and walked out of the room.

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(Somewhere over the rainbow)

The only light in the room was that of a lamp, and he was sitting in a large chair with an expensive wooden desk in front of him, covered in papers and other parffinellia. One hand was under his chin, propping his head up, the other was tapping impatiently against the wood.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

In walked the mans secretary holding a single piece of paper. She set it down on the desk. He looked over the paper an frowned.

"This can't be it. It's just a name.... What else did you find out?" he asked the woman standing before him.

"Nothing, sir." She replied. "This girl, Mikan Sakura, cannot be found anywhere. We have checked all databases, Japanese and not, and the same thing always comes up: nothing. There weren't any fingerprint matches, DNA matches... There wasn't anything at all. No matter how much we tried we couldn't anything else other than her name, which she herself told Narumi."

His eyes widened.

"Mikan Sakura does not exist."

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First chapter finished! =D

Who was the boy? any guesses?

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