Heaven on Earth

The sequel to Broken Wings of an Angel by Tragic Lullaby (Old account.)
I do not own Gakuen Alice.
I do own a few OCs though.

Chapter one:
The first piece

One hundred and fifty years ago, the damaged Earth destroyed the human race.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the God that watched over the world fled, unable to bear the fact that his greatest creation had managed to kill themselves off.

All that was left were the Angels, the Demons and the tiny remainder of the Human race that were soon to drive themselves to extinction. The humans drove off any help that was offered to them, believing that they could restart all on their own, but they disappeared one by one until none were left.

The age of the human race was over.

In their place, the Angels began to inhabit the earth – the heavenly beings that had been abandoned to their fate along with the humans thrived, and replenished the world so it is was once again, a paradise. Their only fear was that the demons, those who dwelled beneath, would come to start war that would destroy the earth forever.

Their other fear was that the human race would somehow return to claim what was once theirs.

However, one hundred and fifty years on and the Angel Empire is strong, ready for any attack – from demons or humans.

Their life-span was long, but unfortunately, the male population began to die out and only a few were left, resulting in the men not only have one wife but five or six. Turmoil spread throughout the Empire, what were they going to do once the men had become all but extinct? Every new birth was a girl, even the healers were baffled and fear swept the population.

What were they going to do?

What are we going to do?

Sun broke through the windows as I twisted in my soft, silky, white sheets.

I didn't want to wake up just yet, and I wouldn't have to if I were as lucky as my cousins Duke Takumi and Knight Ruka – but being Mikan Sakura, I was not. Trust me, being the Imperial Ace was not fun. My mother and father were the rulers of Angel Empire, I refused to accept the title 'princess' though because it sounded too soft and I wanted to take up the duties of a scout. It wasn't as if my half-sister, Sumire, couldn't handle the whole princess thing – in fact the whole system we'd established worked out well, I would trade her information about the world below and she'd give me information about the recent political decisions and when we'd have to appear in public and why.

I was clearly, the more rebellious 'princess'.

My cousins, Takumi and Ruka, didn't have it all that great though – since they were two of the few males left in the Empire, they would have women swarming all over them if it weren't for the fact that they had to have a guard everywhere they went. It was silly how people weren't after people for love anymore, but just so they could say they were married and produce kids. If they had a baby boy, they'd be worshipped as freaking royalty forever.

Not that I loved anybody though, so I wasn't interested in any guys except if they were friends and it drove my mother frantic. Sumire went along with the flow sometimes, but I don't think she was really that into it either, except she did trail around behind Ruka with big puppy dog eyes from time to time.

"Mikan!" my half-sister's high pitched squeal burst into the room as she threw herself onto my bed. "Look at my wings!" Sumire was usually extremely controlled and kind of bossy even, so it must have been really something to set her off like this.

I groaned and glanced up at my half-sister's usually pearly white wings, to see that today, they were a pale green shade. "Sumire! What've you done to yourself?"

She looked slightly hurt, "Come on, Mikan, it's the new fashion! You should get your wings coloured too, like red or something - they'd look awesome. Not that they aren't awesome already, I'm so jealous about the fact that you were born with black wings – you're so lucky!"

"Yeah, as if I wasn't a misfit enough as it is."

"Whatever," Sumire rolled her eyes, "Get up you lazy angel, dad wants you to patrol the outer regions today, it sounds much more exciting then hanging around in the slums, trading stuff. Mum is throwing a fit, she doesn't want you to touch the ground - you have to stay in the air." My mother wasn't Sumire's mother, but Sumire considered her as such – her actual mother disappeared soon after Sumire's birth but not after leaving Sumire on our doorstep. As she was father's child, we had to take her in.

I snorted, "Boring. What is there to be worried about? Demons hate daylight and humans are bloody extinct."

"Mikan, you drive mum insane every day because you always manage to put yourself in the most dangerous spots,"

"You know what, Sumire?" I said, staring at the ceiling, "I wish that I could meet a human."

Sumire's gasp was still audible from behind her hand. It was scandalous to want to meet one of the barbarians that used to rule this world, I would probably be rapedand murdered if I ever did meet one – or that's what Sumire said and the general message that the other angels seemed to broadcast, even Ruka was a bit dubious when it came to humans.

"Mikan! If you ever said such a thing around mum, she'd lock you in your bedroom and you'd never be able to leave until you're, like, eight hundred and twenty!" Sumire exclaimed. She glared at me, "You'd better not touch the ground at all today, Mikan, especially in such a dangerous area."

"Yeah, yeah," I yawned, "Got the message. Now can you leave me alone while I get dressed, please?"

Sumire shot me a scornful look, shrugged, and stalked out of the room – clearly feeling that I was not to be forgiven so easily for saying such a thing. I groaned and rolled over to my closet to fetch my scouting outfit – a simple black and red piece of work. Knowing my mother, she'd probably insist that Tsubasa Andou – the family bodyguard, was to go with me. Tsubasa was great company and one of my best friends but I hated that my mother had to interfere with my missions; it wasn't like I was completely defenceless.

I knew nothing about humans except for the fact that they were apparently vicious barbarians and that I was to stay away from one at all costs. Whatever. They were extinct so I would never know the truth. The angels didn't burn the old human scriptures that remained after the day the human race basically ended – but they did lock them away under heavy security, any knowledge of the human race was slowly being drained out of us.

I laced up my boots, ready to face the hysterical whirlwind that was my mother. I melted through the bubble like surface that was my door and my mother's voice hit me almost immediately. "I can't believe that your father would insist on making you go on a scouting mission to that place!" She shoved a plate towards me, her large brown eyes fixed on me. "God knows how worried I get whenever you go down to the under city. I swear that man is trying to drive me to an early grave."

"Chill out mum," I groaned, "It's just a harmless scouting mission. What am I going to run into? A bird? A tree?"

She pursed her lips. "I want you to take Tsubasa with you."

"Mum!"

"No can do I'm afraid, sorry Yuka," my father had managed to creep up behind my mum and put his arms around her. "I'm taking Tsubasa with me today to my meeting. Mikan will have to go without." He winked at me, "Sorry Mikan for stealing him away for today."

"Mikan, I don't want you to touch the ground out there at all, do you understand me?" my mother said sternly. "You will stay in flight the entire time."

I sighed, "Yes mum."

"Promise?"

I crossed my fingers behind my back, "Promise." Not.

She breathed out, looking a little less stressed, "Alright, well quickly finish your breakfast. Make sure you don't stay out there too long and next time you'll be taking Tsubasa with you!" With a final parting glare at my father and I, she left the room.

My father turned to me, all his jovial joking gone, "Okay, time to be serious, Mikan, I'm not lying when I say this is a dangerous mission. Our scientists have reported seeing strange movements in that forest, and I knew that you'd be the one up for the job – even though you are my daughter." He held up a hologram of a map if the country we were in, once called Japan, this country was renamed Alicea by the angels. "The area that was the worst was in the forest in the ruins of a place once known as Gakuen Alice – supposedly it was a academy for humans with special abilities."

Gakuen Alice. Why did that sound so familiar? Why was my mind beginning to spin? Why were black shapes beginning to creep into the edge of my vision?

"Mikan?" With my father's voice, the sudden strangeness disappeared and the shapes disappeared as quickly as they had come. "Are you feeling alright? I could always get another to do this mission. Like Misaki?"

"No," I said, "I'm fine, just a bit tired still."

He gave me a suspicious look but shrugged, "Take this hologram with you, it'll help you navigate around the ruins. You should go while you still have daylight, don't wander around there in the dark, Mikan. The demons could come out of the ground and snatch you away."

It wasn't a joke, every day, another angel disappeared from the under city – they were trying their best to cover it up. Didn't want to have everyone in a panic.

"I'll be alright, father," I pocketed the hologram, adjusting my visors, "I'm the fastest angel that ever was, nobody can catch me."

Nobody can catch me.

Flying is a feeling that you could never get used to, a feeling you'd never want to get used to.

Imagine standing at the top of a mountain, in a gap which the wind rushes through, it's unrelentless and you feel like you're about to be blown off the mountain at any second and it's cold but for that moment, when you're at the very edge and you lean forward and the wind holds you up and you feel like you could take off.

Flying is like that, yet only better.

I soared through the clouds, enjoying every bit of my freedom. I never got to fly on my own, my mother always made sure that someone was tagging along to make sure I didn't get hurt. As if this mission would be that dangerous.

Suddenly, I was over the ruins and it was time for my favourite part, the plunge. Wind gushed up around me as a zoomed downwards and landed gently on a patch of daisies. Man, this place was huge. Were all human school's this big? It was also hauntingly beautiful. I had heard that humans were disgusting creatures and their buildings were awful and dark. The under city of the Angel Empire were so much darker – full of fear.

This place was just so empty. It felt wrong.

Peaceful, yes, but wrong.

"I wonder what father meant by 'special abilities'," I murmured out loud as I carefully walked down a concrete path that was littered with ash and small craters – I noticed that the bricks were out of order, some had flown a few metres away from their original spots. Another reminder of the chaos that the day the human race was destroyed had wrought upon the world – even on this path.

A pink petal fluttered in front of my face, bringing my attention to a tree sitting not too far away, full in bloom with a mass of pink flowers. The name of the tree escaped me, we had no reason to learn the name of trees in the Angel Empire – we weren't elves. Yet, I felt as if I knew the name from a distant memory and it was lingering somewhere just beyond my reach. Glancing around cautiously, I wandered over to it, and reached out to put my hand on the trunk but I stumbled on a large, hard object instead.

"What the?" I coughed, spitting grass out of my mouth. I rolled away from the object, in full defensive mode, only to realise that it was a stone.

A gravestone.

All the air rushed out of me as I read the words – my eyes widening and my eyes were beginning to well. What on earth, Mikan? My body was reacting completely on it's own, as if it knew the name that my mind refused to recognise. It was stupid of course, how could I know a human, who probably lived over a hundred and fifty years ago, who was dead?

In loving memory of Natsume Hyuuga.

May the turmoil of his life cease and his soul rest in peace…

It took so much effort to tear my eyes away from the tombstone only to realise, as if my eyes had only just been opened, that the entire area was littered with graves. As if a war had taken place here and there had been a mass burial – but didn't only young humans go to school?

I traced my hand down the tombstone and a layer of dirt and dust fell off, revealing the last of the message. I frowned, "May the turmoil of his life case and his soul rest in peace and may he…" my eyes widened.

The cold barrel of a gun pressed again my temple. My breathing escalated as the cold, harsh voice of a male whispered into my ear and completed my sentence for me, "And may he fly with Mikan Sakura in heaven forever."

I felt my heart falter and stop.

Chapter one finite

Author's Note:

So on my old profile, Tragic Lullaby, I wrote Broken Wings of an Angel and I had promised a sequel. I did write a sequel but deleted it because I disliked it quite a lot and I didn't know where to go with it. So, after a lot of thought and sudden spontaneous writing I've come up with the sequel – Heaven on Earth. It's quite different from what I had originally planned and definitely sadder than the first write up I tried.

That being said, enjoy. :)

~ MFT