A/N: Hi! I just wanted to make another story, hope you like it though. Please review! XD Tell me if it's lame, I'll understand your harshness and sensitivity to my poor soul. .

Disclaimer: Gakuen Alice is not mine. T.T

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Laughter rang all around the towns folks. It was the night of the festival, the most awaited celebration by many. Bold colorful decorations spread on the walls of nearby houses. The men and women were getting prepared for one of the most remembered festivals yet, there was news of how the king and his son would arrive to celebrate it with its people.

Young women quickly suited up to their best, they knew of how the prince looked and they were determined to look beautiful for him alone not to mention the bonus of being royalty and rich. Soon, the streets filled up with people carrying goods and food to the town square and as the night drew close, sounds of galloping horses caught their attention.

A royal carriage adorned with intricate designs stopped abruptly in front of them. The first to come out was their almighty king, Tsukishiro Hyuuga. His dark raven hair contrasted with the dim light the moon shone off. He had piercing green eyes which demanded obedience and power over others. Next was his son, Natsume Hyuuga. Like his father, he had raven hair, slightly on the bluish side and he had red ruby eyes he inherited from his deceased mother.

Sadly, yes. The whole kingdom had lost its queen to an illness unknown, there had been no specialists who were able to cure her and she died three months ago to this day. This is the reason why, why they join their people in order to at least forget a little bit of the pain. As the king, Tsukishiro could not express his feelings, his deepest desires knowing the danger it may hold. He must flaunt the aura of dominance and power, not only to let people know his place but to ensure the welfare of his kingdom to enemies.

His son, the only heir to the throne, took the most damage. He was the closest to her mother aside from his father. He always stood by her, protecting her and all the while when he was trying to prevent any befalling danger upon her, he had failed to notice the little coughs her mother was making when they were together and in his mind, it is his fault.

They made their way to a stage, prepared by the town and sat at the make shift thrones they had made. Soon, music started filling the air as they started to dance and sway to the beat. Young women went directly walked in front of the prince and started to dance trying to show off. Natsume rolled his eyes while the king raised a brow.

'Weird' they both thought but none the less kept their stoic face.

After a few moments, one thing led to another and a fight started happening.

"You're in my way ugly, move." A girl shouted as she started dancing roughly.

"Me?! The prince won't even spare a glance at you, insect!" another girl shot back.

Girls started pulling each other's hair and dresses. Their thick make up started smearing as they continued on. They started rolling on the floor while grabbing to one another and the town square became a battle ground with the parents joining in.

"Tell your slimy daughter to get off mine." A woman screamed.

"I beg your pardon, my daughter has the decency of not to trample on another person, unlike some people I know, I know how to teach and raise my daughter with manners!" a man started going in as well.

"Sire, should we not stop them?" a soldier asked the king.

"This is better than what was happening before." Natsume muttered.

The king did not answer and just watched the whole crowd with amusement. Never had he seen an entire town fighting for the affections of his son. He knows that his son had looks; I mean he is his son after all.

Suddenly, loud beating of the drums came followed by a few bells and chimes. It stopped the commotion and they looked for the source. There, near the corner, they found a small carriage. A small light shone upon them as their beating became louder and louder. A man with bluish hair, purple eyes and a star on the cheek concentrated at the sound, making sure it was in tune with the others. On the chimes were girls, almost the same age. One had pink wavy hair and the other was straight and blue. A few others sat on the carriage with flutes and violins, as if it was an orchestra.

Out of nowhere, a girl came swinging down to the crowd, careful not to hit any heads on her way. The crowd parted upon her arrival. She curtsied elegantly and the first thing they noticed was her long chestnut tresses falling down to her shoulders to her waist and as she stood up straight, their eyes widened at the sight.

There standing in front of them was Mikan Sakura, the most wanted gypsy in their entire kingdom. She wore a two piece, a halter red cloth tied around her neck covering only her chest, exposing her flat stomach. She paired it up with red shorts and a red see through pants bubbling from her waist to her feet. She wore countless of bangles on her wrists and small bells adorned her outfit.

She had ivory skin, so soft and smooth. She had pink cherry lips and a cute button nose. Her figure was to die for, having curves at the right places. The most stunning part of all was her dark chocolate brown orbs that seemed to hold mysteries and secrets.

She then looked around, as if testing if she had enough space and at the second beat of the drum, she started dancing. Each movement totally in synch with the music and at the sway of her hips, the whole crowd watched in awe. The bells that adorned her outfit also contributing to the sounds. She moved around the hall with grace and femininity. Her hands making graceful patterns with a cloth she pulled out. As she inched towards the audience, men started reaching out for her and in a snap; she would back away as if teasing them and continued on with her dance.

The beat suddenly tuned down as she made her way to Natsume who looked at her with great interest. She started doing a performance for him only and her eyes bore to his. It was as if she was trying to read him.

He looked at her up and down and she indeed, she does look beautiful but no way will he admit it out loud. He started to eye her up and down as she continued on, closing her eyes and surrendering to the sound of the drums and then it was his chance.

He reached out to her with his hand, trying to grasp anything he could of her. Something about her seems so mysterious that he wanted to unravel and figure out but as he was nearing, she pulled away dramatically slightly smirking as the crowd gasped.

No one has ever refused him, no one should but in return, Natsume just watched as she backs away from her and ended her performance with a pose.

Thunder claps started and wolf whistling. She bowed once again and pointed to her comrades and they bowed as well. Soon, the festival became stable again and they ate joyously offering Mikan their finest food. They sat around a rounded table with bountiful food as Mikan stuffed herself.

"Mikan, you're such a tease. I wonder what would've happen if prince Natsume would get mad at you, we'll be beheaded for sure." Anna, the girl with pink hair, stated.

"I was only messing around, don't worry," Mikan replied after gulping a glass of water.

"Hopefully." Tsubasa and Nonoko muttered to each other.

"Besides, he seems fine." Mikan grinned as she looked back at the prince who was still stoically gazing over the crowd and she started to eat once more as the others sweat dropped. She never changes and it was a wonder why she doesn't get fat.

The night soon ended and the towns' folks started to leave one by one after they bid their farewell to the king and his son.

------------------------------------------------------

Mikan stretched idly and patted her stomach with a satisfying grin. Nonoko, Anna, and Tsubasa went ahead to their meeting place leaving Mikan all alone on the table. Her other comrades also left.

She stood up and went to the woods, not bothering to wave goodbye to her highnesses.

'Not like I care." She thought.

She's like the wind, which just comes and goes whenever. It ventures out to different lands, marking some kind of remembrance or memorial to those who have been swept by it but exactly like the wind, it gets caught.

"Hmmppphhmmm." Mikan struggled and thrashed as a man went up behind her and covered her shouts with his hands. The other hand found its way to her waist securing it to his body as he breathed in her neck.

Mikan felt shivers run down her spine and continued on trying to break free. Mikan felt his husky chuckle on her nape.

"I won't let you get away. You embarrassed me little girl and I intend to pay you back." He whispered near her ears as she soon blacked out in his hands.

-------------------------------------------

A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue? It's really easy to delete this, you just tell me and I will! XD I'm not kidding. Read and review please and I take my chance in recommending my other story. Just try it. It won't do you any harm! I swear! I accept flames and suggestions too!