Author's Note: Mwahahaha, yes, I know, another story. I just felt like writing it so yeah. r&r!
Disclaimer: For the umpteenth time, I do not own Gakuen Alice.
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Chapter One: Reality
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A woman with shoulder-length brown locks closed the hard covered book shut. On the cover was a picture of a blond girl with a blue ball gown and above that picture was written Cinderella.
"Okaa-san, will I find my prince when I grow up too?" a little girl with auburn hair asked excitedly.
"Yes, dear. In time, you'll find the right one." She kissed her head and tucked her in. "Now go to sleep now, princesses need their beauty sleep." The mother giggled and shut the lights off, leaving a young girl asleep in her bed.
"I love fairy tales. . ." murmured the sleeping brunette as she turned in her bed.
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"Ah!" A teenager with auburn hair and hazel eyes fell out of bed as her alarm went off. She tossed it to the wall and sighed as she grumpily got out of bed. That's the third alarm this week.
This girl was Sakura Mikan, sixteen years old. She had learned by now that fairy tales didn't exist. There was no real happy ending to any story, and those so-called happy endings are made only because it's what people want to hear.
Well screw those who believed in fairy tales because no way in hell were they real. But Mikan had to learn the hard way. Her life was definitely no fairy tale, especially since her parents died in a plane crash when she was six. She was left alone, all by herself at such a young age and had to stay at an orphanage until she couldn't stand that damn place any longer and escaped. Now, she was living better than expected.
She managed an apartment with some money that she made on her own. But every now and then she would ask for help from her best friend, Imai Hotaru.
She stepped into the shower and basically everything there was strawberry scented: her shampoo, conditioner, liquid soap—everything. After around half an hour of scrubbing herself clean, she jumped out of the shower and got ready for school. How she hated that place.
Her uniform consisted of a purple checkered skirt, a white blouse and a purple necktie to match the skirt. She was also wearing the mandatory black shoes. She grabbed her bag and was off to school.
While approaching the school gates of Gakuen Alice, Mikan saw the person who she detested so much. Koizumi Luna. She stood there with her social-ladder-climbing friends, looking stupid and girly, as usual.
"Well if it isn't Sakura Mikan," Luna sneered.
But Mikan just punched her directly in the face without bothering to even look at her and passed by Luna. I don't have time for this.
"Sakura! You b*tch, where do you think you're going?" She could hear Luna wailing as her friends tried to calm her down. Mikan sighed. If fairy tales were real, then she would be the evil witch that my prince would defeat. ...Or she could be the dragon that the knight in shining armor slays. That works too. She snickered at the thought. Too bad fairy tales aren't real, she reminded herself.
Mikan got into her classroom and tossed her bag on top of her desk. She slumped down on her chair and her eyes searched the room for her best friend. Actually, you could call Hotaru her only friend.
When Mikan just transferred to the academy, she didn't really bother to make any friends. But Hotaru, being her let's say, "unique" self, got closer to Mikan. She didn't know how she got close to the weird girl, but here they are now, best friends as if they've been together for such a long time already.
Hotaru wasn't there yet, and her eyes spotted those of a guy with dazzling ruby eyes and messy raven hair. Hyuuga Natsume. His necktie hung loosely around his neck and the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. Nothing new. He was a very cold and anti-social guy, but girls swarmed around him every single day. Guys did too, but not as much as the girls. Maybe they did that because he had this cool image and looked really hot. Did I also mention that he was the successor to the famous Hyuuga Corporation? Well, now I did.
Next to him was a blond boy with cerulean blue eyes. He was more likely to be Mikan's prince charming. She's grown quite close to him for the past few months, and he was really sweet. She was more of his type. She smiled.
"Itai!" Mikan yelped, feeling her head get hit with a book.
"Baka, are you going to stare helplessly at Nogi Ruka all day?" A girl with short ebony hair and violet eyes sat on the chair next to Mikan's.
"Hotaru," the brunette blushed. "But he is good-looking after all... And sweet... And kind... And... "
Hotaru rolled her eyes as Mikan went on and on about all these things about Nogi Ruka.
CLiCK. CLiCK.
"Hey!" Ruka half-yelled, rubbing his eyes with his hands because of the flash from Hotaru's camera. "What was that for?" He frowned, wanting an answer. But sadly, the poor guy was ignored and never got his answer.
"You like?" Hotaru grinned and showed Mikan the two shots of Ruka that she got on her digital camera.
Mikan's jaw dropped slightly open. She closed her mouth. "Ho-ta-ru," she said with emphasis. A smiled slowly crept onto her lips. "I love you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Mikan reached her hand out to grab the camera.
"Ah ah ah," Hotaru kept the camera out of Mikan's reach and held out her other hand. "It's a thousand yen per picture."
Mikan sighed in defeat. I'm not supposed to, but whatever. Mikan took out a thousand yen from her wallet. "I just want the second picture." Mikan sighed again and gave the money to Hotaru. Sometimes I wonder if this maniac girl is really my friend or if she just wants to make money off of me.
"Only one?" Hotaru raised an eyebrow.
"Are you giving me the other one for free?" Mikan's eyes twinkled.
"No." Hotaru replied flatly. "I'm going to sell it to some other girl." She had that evil grin on her face again.
Hotaru. You're so cruel. Mikan rested her head on top of her arms on her desk. She knew that the teacher was going to send in a substitute teacher again, like always. "I need a new job," Mikan said to no one in particular.
"Sakura!" a feminine voice shouted in frustration, slamming the doors of the classroom wide open. "Where is she?!"
"Here." Mikan said lazily and waved her hand around so that Luna could see where she was. "What do you want Koizumi?" She asked, just wanting Luna to shut up. She was so annoying, for God's sake! Stuck up b*tch...
"You punched my little pretty face..." Luna started to cry fake tears. Guys started swarming around her, trying to comfort her. "She... she," she said in between sobs, pointing at Mikan. Mikan rolled her eyes. What a prima donna, thought Mikan. "She punched my face... See?" Luna continued to sob, showing everyone that fake black eye that she made with make-up.
I didn't even hit her that hard. Mikan stared at Luna flatly.
"Hey you, girlie, you shouldn't mess with cute girls like Luna." A guy who was trying to act all tough stood in front of Mikan, waiting for a fight. Oh boy, if I beat this girl up, then maybe Luna will go out with me. The guy smiled inwardly. But then again, I'd feel bad because well, she's a girl and she's pretty hot too... But, I guess I'll go with Luna. He obviously didn't know who Sakura Mikan was. In fact, no one in her class knew anything about her except that she always kept to herself and that her only friend was Hotaru. A couple of guys thought that Mikan was pretty good-looking, but they didn't bother to ask her out because they didn't know how to approach her. As for the girls that wanted to befriend Mikan, well, they didn't know how to approach Mikan either.
Mikan stood up, her bangs looming over her eyes. "You want a fight? Is that it?" Mikan's voice sent chills down the guy's spine, but he didn't back off. Wrong move.
Luna, who was watching the whole scene smirked. She wanted Mikan to be beaten to a pulp. Maybe that'll teach her to mess with me... But Luna wasn't the only one who was watching carefully. A pair of crimson eyes watched Mikan's every move, but pretended to seem uninterested.
"Ruka, who's that girl making all that noise?" he asked, trying to sound irritated.
"Koizumi Luna," Ruka replied. He watched Mikan carefully; he was scared that something would happen to her.
Natsume growled. "Not that one. The other one, the one with brown hair."
"Oh, her name's Mikan. Sakura Mikan."
Sakura Mikan? I've heard that name somewhere before, he thought, peering back at the manga that he was reading. I'd like to get to know that Sakura... Maybe I will... Sometime in the future...
The guy lunged at Mikan, but she easily dodged him and hit his back. Hard. "I know three styles of martial arts. Wanna continue?" she asked, yawning.
"Why you..." The guy gritted his teeth together and charged at her again, throwing as many punches as he could at Mikan. None of them hit her, seeing as how she evaded them all with ease. The whole class watched the scene in shock. They never knew Mikan was like that. This wasn't anything new to Mikan though. And Hotaru. Mikan struck him once at the back of his neck and he fell.
Mikan dusted her hands together. "Learn some moves before you try and do something stupid like that again, m'kay?" She walked back to her seat calmly. "What?" She asked, seeing that basically the entire class was staring at her. Ughhh, she thought and placed her arms back on the table, resting her head on top of her arms as well. This is going to be a longgg day.
As for Luna, well, she stomped out of the classroom and wiped the fake black eye of with some baby wipes from her bag. I'll get you, Sakura... She gritted her teeth and took out her anger on one of the guys that were following her.
Ruka got up from his seat and ran to Mikan. "Are you alright, Sakura?" He asked, concern evident in his voice. Mikan nodded and smiled at him. Yes! He cares about me! Mikan thought and she grinned inwardly.
Click, click. Success. Hotaru grinned, satisfied with the new pictures that she had just taken. The pictures were of Ruka and Mikan. Wait 'til Mikan sees this. Hotaru thought, starting to think of things that she could use Mikan for.
"That's good to hear," he smiled at her and began walking back to his seat. "Oh and Ruka," she said, "Call me by my first name, Mikan, not Sakura."
"Uhm, okay," he said quietly. Mikan. I like saying that better than Sakura. He smiled unconsciously and sat down next to Natsume. Natsume raised an eyebrow at Ruka. "You alright?" he asked. Ruka nodded. Mikan... The thought of just saying her name made him feel all tingly for some reason.
Mikan wanted to do the happy dance right now. Ruka's concerned about me. She smiled widely.
"Uhm, Sakura-san?" Two girls approached her. One had pink hair and jade green eyes, while the other had midnight blue hair and blue eyes.
"My name's Umenomiya Anna!" The pink haired one smiled widely.
"Ogasawara Nonoko. Nice to meet you," the other one said.
"Uhm, okay... I'm Sakura Mikan..." She arched an eyebrow at them. "So, what do you want with me?" The brunette asked innocently, a bit confused and tilted her head. She had never talked to them for the couple of months that she's been here.
"Silly," Anna started.
"We want to be you friends!" Nonoko finished Anna's sentence.
The brunette eyed them suspiciously. "Why?" She wanted to know why. Why would they want to befriend her now when they could of done that all those months ago.
"Well, you see..." Nonoko elbowed Anna, not knowing how to explain it to Mikan. "We've been wanting to be friends with you for quite some time now, but we just didn't know how to approach you..."
"Yeah," Nonoko butt in, "You seemed so distant, as if you wanted everyone to stay away from you."
"But we finally mustered up the courage to at least say hello to you!" Anna said enthusiastically. "So... Are you going to let us be your friends?" Please say yes, please say yes. Anna crossed her fingers.
"Sure," Mikan said plainly and looked around the room for Hotaru. Where is that girl now? Mikan thought. "Oh well," she murmured to no one in particular. I bet she's up to something again... The brunette sweat dropped at all the things that the inventor could do. She's an evil genius. How could someone so pretty like Hotaru be evil? Mikan sighed and walked out the classroom with her two new friends.
It was lunch time.
"So Mikan, you said that you knew three styles of martial arts?" Anna asked.
Nonoko added, "What are they?"
"Qigong, karate, and tae kwon do..." Mikan answered.
"You know Mikan, I have a hunch that we're gonna be really good friends!" Anna smiled.
Yeah... Mikan sweat dropped at the thought.
Author's Note: Chappie one is done. So should I keep the story or delete it? Any comments or suggestions, feel free to tell me.
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