Unpredictability
Disclaimer: I do not own GA. [Simple, direct, to the point. o.o;]
[Summary]: Sakura Mikan was born into a rich family. She's also really beautiful and boys used to fawn all over her when she was only in preschool. She hated it. She despised it. She abhorred it. So, she decided to just wear a hood everyday and cover her face up when she went to school. She may be ridiculed, but at least she's happy. But, what happens when one of the most popular guys actually sees her? Good Luck, Mikan.
Chapter One – Turning Around
Normal POV
The sun pierced the cloudy fog-filled morning and elucidated the bustling, never-resting town of Tokyo. Car horns and curses of early-risers and shit-I'm-late-for-work people filled the air while they ran around the busy sidewalks which were adorned with flashy signs and huge TV screens everywhere, broadcasting daily news and weather forecasts.
On the outskirts of town in the suburbs were several unusually larger houses. Presumably, the richest people in town that wanted to escape the annoyances of inner-city publicity and noise lived here. The peaceful neighborhood had beautiful Sakura Tree gardens surrounding it, enclosing it from the loud clamor and ruckus of Tokyo. It was early autumn and the trees were in full bloom, petals dropping ever-so-elegantly to the floor. Quiet filled the air and birds flew around peacefully in the cool 7:30 AM air, chirping lightly. When suddenly…
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL…AGAIN. I ONLY HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES TO GET TO SCHOOL" a loud girlish voice shrieked…loudly. This deafening noise resounded from one of the largest, if not the largest, house on the block, yet, no one was surprised in the least. All the neighbors have gotten used to the Sakura household causing commotion each morning—especially their daughter, the seventeen-year-old Sakura Mikan.
At school, she didn't like getting attention for her beauty. Believe me, Mikan was probably the hottest girl in the entire school—filled out curves, adequately sized chest, meaning they weren't too huge to be considered a slut or a whore by her classmates, and soft and silky waist-length brunette hair with slight, natural curls at the bottom, and a matching set of auburn eyes at that—she was simply the perfect girl with the perfect model-like face and body. But none of that mattered anyway since every morning she would wear a disguise.
Okay, not much of a disguise actually…she simply wore a hooded jacket, usually black, red, or white (since she would get in trouble if she wore other colors) everyday over her black, red, and white uniform and covered her face almost all the time. Her jacket also covered up her curves, hair, and, basically, her entire face in the shadows of the jacket's hood, the key word being almost. And, over years of being in the same class as her current classmates, she finally made a reputation as being the nerd in class who never lets anyone go to her house or never attends parties and stuff like that.
She was, in a sense, mysterious—late everyday, she never really talked, but whenever a teacher asked her anything she promptly answered in a low, unintelligible voice that, for some amazing reason, the teachers understood clearly. She never got an answer wrong…Why? Simply because over the years of trying to be a nerd, she actually learned a whole lot. They never really gave her detentions either, just for the first year or two. Detention didn't really matter to her much since she always was at the top of her class and knew that the punishments were just based on being late all the time.
"Hi Mom, love you, bye!" she managed to mumble out while shoving some lightly buttered toast in her mouth before rocketing out the door.
"Have a good day dear, and don't get lost…again!" Sakura Yuka, her mother, yelled towards the door hoping earnestly her anxious daughter would hear her—sadly, let's just say Mikan went the wrong way to school…again.
Getting lost among the beautiful Sakura Trees, she groaned in annoyance. "I guess I'm late for school…again…for the like fourth time this week!" she groaned in annoyance. What can she say, Thursdays just aren't her day.
Forty Minutes Later (8:15) [A/N: if you didn't realize it yet, she's half an hour late for school.]
She arrived promptly at school when a bell rang, screeching at the students telling them to get to class, or so she thought. Mikan hopefully ran to her classroom along with all the other juniors. Let's just say she's in for another unpredictable day at school.
End POV
Mikan's POV (Italics are in her thoughts)
At least I finally made it on time for ONCE this week. I stalked through the halls but wondered why no one was around. Where was everyone? Oh no, don't tell me…Did I miss the first two periods of school AGAIN? Ugh, let's see if I can sneak into class. I should have Narumi-sensei for my third class so he won't be THAT angry, right?
End POV
Normal POV
Let's just say, Mikan does not have a very good sense of time.
The brunette stealthily crept through the halls, hoping to slowly slip into class unnoticed, or at second best having a short talk with Narumi-sensei. While deep in thought staring at the ground she clumsily hit a door, face first, thus accidentally opening it. This caused a loud ruckus for the class she just barged into—luckily, yet unluckily, for Mikan, she didn't miss two periods!...she missed one, which she deduced after seeing the classroom's clock…which meant the class she just barged into was her second class which was, you guessed it, math class!—with Jinno-sensei—but she didn't know that yet…
While lying on the floor, silently cursing herself, she got up, apologized without looking at the teacher whom she was apologizing to and began walking towards the door to the classroom only to abruptly stop—she read the sign on the door and it read: High School Classroom 3A. More specifically, her classroom.
Did I mention that the only teacher that ever gave her detentions was none other than Jinno-sensei…and, much to her dismay: she was late for his class half the week. When I mentioned she rarely received detention…let's rephrase that—she gets detention at least twice a week since she always, one way or another, barges into Jinno's class. But hey, that's better than detentions five days a week.
"Sakura-san!" a deep voice boomed from the background. Mikan froze, shivers going down her spine as she slowly turned around to greet her interrupted teacher. "You're LATE for my class, AGAIN. What do you do every morning, get lost intentionally?" he continued.
Mikan sweatdropped and thought silently in her mind, "not intentionally, but you have no idea…"
End POV
Mikan's POV
"Let me guess," she murmured quietly so her classmates couldn't hear, "I have detention again, don't I?"
"Obviously, we can't leave you free of penalty for your constant tardiness," Jinno scolded. He handed me the ever-so-familiar detention slip and added "Now get to your seat before I call the principal in to scold you, again."
"Hai sensei," I muttered quietly while trudging toward my seat near the back—second row from the back. It seemed the back of the room was devoid of several persons, namely one 'popular' kid. Him. Despite the fact that, in my entire school's opinion, the hottest and most popular guy in school sat behind me I still enjoyed my stay in the second to last row…even though I really hate that guy. Did I ever mention I love my seat? It has a great view out the window which is good, because for most of class time, I spend it with my head down in my arms staring off the side at the beautiful scenery of my school—even though this was a dull place full of rich snobs (and some not rich snobs) I will admit that the school looks awesome visually. Internally, this school was like any other established-for-rich-people-and-smart-people school for 'smarter' people—shallow, insecure, biased, and, obviously, corrupt. I'm not saying I hate this school…just…most of the people in it.
Learning at school is not one of my priorities—I'm not a normal nerd to say the least. Actually maybe I'm even a super nerd because every summer, I spend it learning the entire curriculum for the next year so I can just slack off in class and earn straight A's each year. Luckily this summer I don't need to learn anymore since the senior year curriculum here at good ole Alice Preparatory was nearly the same as junior year. So now, the only problem with my perfect academy record is…tardiness, but personally, I don't care since I have a promising future with or without a full college education...but college does sound nice.
End POV
Someone's POV (Italics are thoughts)
Tch. I'm late for class. Might as well just ditch 'cause it's not like I need the learning anyway...I'm already smart enough.
I stalked off to one of the few Sakura Trees situated around the school and climbed up to a high branch. I liked going to this particular one since he didn't ever come around here—he was too busy disciplining other students. Covering my face with a manga, I slept.
End POV
Normal POV
About an hour later, a teacher wearing completely black approached the largest Sakura Tree in the school. It was almost lunch, about fifteen minutes left of the student's fifth class. He peered up into the branches. He never came around this area of school but he soon realized that a genius student who is infamous for skipping classes was sleeping high in the branches.
"So, Hyuuga, this is where you've been hiding all the time. You've been sleeping high up in the branches of a Sakura Tree, hidden away from the school and more importantly, me." Persona-sensei, the school's disciplinary counselor said.
The handsome boy was startled and awoke and, after seeing the dreaded teacher staring at him…"Shit."
"Detention again?" the boy with the surname Hyuuga simply stated.
"Oh, yes Hyuuga Natsume, but not just one detention, I'm giving you detention and community service for the next week." Persona simply stated.
End POV
Natsume's POV (Italics are his thoughts)
WHAT?
…
Did he just say "community service"?
…
"What? Why do I need to do that shit?" Natsume said calmly trying to keep his image and reputation, even though no one was around to see them.
"Yes, you are going to do community service and detention for a week, that's final. Unless you want me to tell my sister to cancel your allowance for a month." Persona simply stated with a sly smile on his pale face, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched the young boy jump down from the tree's branches.
Ugh, I hate it when he does that. Yes, he is my uncle from my mother's side. That bastard. I hate him.
"Tch. Whatever." I simply stated and walked casually towards the lunch area. Great. Here come the screaming fan girls.
End POV
Normal POV
Mikan drowsily awoke at about high noon. She could tell since the sun was beating down on her black hood quite directly. During class, she never paid attention unless there was a test to be administered, thus justifying her straight A status. She always just went home with a pile of homework for the entire week, finished it within an hour, and did whatever she felt like—she was speedy when she did work for school.
Ten Minutes Later
The lunch bell finally rang, relieving all the students to freedom and lunch.
Lunchtime, for Mikan and her friends, was a different story. She wasn't a complete loner. Mikan had four close girl friends (yes, friends that are girls, not girlfriends) she did everything with them and they knew all about her life, how she looks, everything.
"HOTARUUUUUU!" Mikan's voice ripped through the air at the back of the school. She attempted to hug her genius inventor friend when…
BAKABAKABAKABAKABAKA
"Shut up, you're so loud." Imai Hotaru, her best friend since pre-school, blatantly replied while holding a steaming 'Baka Gun 7.1,' her own ingenious creation used for shooting down 'Baka's' or 'idiots'.
Umenomiya Anna, Ogasawara Nonoko, and Shouda Sumire, approached her and comforted her.
"It's okay Mi-chan, you know Hotaru-chan, and she just wants to eat peacefully!" Anna stated. Anna's hair is a pink-bubblegum color and she always hangs out with her 'twin' sister.
"Yeah, and shouldn't you be used to this by now, it's been like what ten years?" Nonoko retorted. She has blue hair and is Anna's twin—fraternal to say the least.
Actually, the two aren't even related, HOWEVER, they were born in the same hospital on the same day, two minutes apart and Anna's mom married Nonoko's dad…so, basically, they're twin sisters.
"More like twelve years. Seriously Mi-chan." Sumire added while shaking her head in a disapproving manner. She has green, shoulder length hair and, though quite popular around school, is still sometimes called 'Permy' because of the ridiculous perm her hair has.
[A/N: If you haven't realized, Mi-chan is what they call Mikan…but I'm sure the majority of you realized that by now.]
"I know, I know, but do you really have to be so mean Hotaru?" Mikan whined while pouting cutely. At the back of the school, barely anyone came around, especially during lunch since they were eating, so she never bothered to wear her hood there.
"Well, let's eat!" Mikan suddenly exclaimed, completely changing the mood. "Itadakimasu!"
The five friends were eating and talking animatedly, one brunette in particular guided the conversation.
Lunch was nearly over, probably ten minutes remained until the sixth class of the day. Unbeknownst to the girls, except for the ever-aware eyes of Hotaru, someone or someones was watching them from behind a nearby bush—or should I say fake bush. The person, or the people, seemed to be trying to sneak up on the fivesome eating lunch.
The bush came closer…
And closer…
And closer…
And got so close that it was practically edging behind Mikan. By now, everyone except for the dense Mikan realized that they had some invaders. They were just snickering under their breaths and Hotaru was smirking evilly. Even though Mikan was book smart, she definitely did not know things about the 'real world' because she kept her nose in the books during the summer, never having too much time to go out and have fun.
Suddenly, when Mikan felt something poking against her back, her face flushed white and she thought "please don't be a ghost, please don't be a ghost, please don't be a gho-" while slowly turning around.
"BOO" two deeper male voices yelled before Mikan had a chance to fully turn around.
"EKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" Mikan screamed as she let out an earsplitting scream. The entire lunchroom simply stopped eating and stared in their direction and thought "who was that?...Oh well, I guess I'll keep eating…" but they obviously couldn't see who it was. None of them really recognized her voice anyway since she never spoke out.
The two boys that were concealed in the bushes started rolling around on the floor, laughing their heads off at the brunette's loud reaction. But much to their surprise, they soon found their hands on their heads covering two huge welts, courtesy of Mikan's fist. "NOGI RUKA! HIJIRI YOUICHI! YOU TWO JERKS. WHAT'D YOU SNEAK UP ON ME FOR!?" Mikan yelped loudly. The two blue eyed guys, one with neat blonde hair and slightly brighter blue eyes, the other with a nicely sheened, yet messy, silver hair with darker, slightly teal, eyes, simply shrugged it off. Ruka, the blonde one, walked over next to Hotaru and gave her a peck on the cheek while greeting her good afternoon. She simply continued eating with a satisfied smirk plastered on her pale, stoic face.
The two boys were the only two boys that knew about Mikan seeing that Ruka was Hotaru's boyfriend since they were in seventh grade and Youichi was her own brother. I know, two different last names…well, their parents divorced when they were little and, since Mikan's mom and dad were both equally rich from inheritance and working powerful, demanding, not to mention high-paying, jobs, the split wasn't much of a problem—actually, they still loved each other but were forced to separate according to matrimonial problems as in…their father was engaged to someone else by his parents. Youichi and Mikan were twins, both the children of Sakura Yuka, but Youichi took his father's last name and Mikan took her mothers when the divorce happened fourteen years ago. Because, seriously, Sakura Youichi and Hijiri Mikan just don't sound right.
Youichi is, however, going to have to be living in Mikan's house since both his father and step-mother were killed in an assassination attempt to kill a different couple of people…seriously, assassinators are so stupid now. Either way, Youichi will be going to live at Mikan's house within a week.
Moving along, the rest of lunch went by without a hitch. Mikan flipped her hood back on and stalked back to class, hoping to divert all attention from her.
But then again, her days were always unpredictable. On the way to class, she happened to bump into the, as she called it, the school's bitch when she turned around at a corner in the hallway—that bitchy, slutty, whorish girl that's always head cheerleader, has a different boyfriend every month, if not every week, and thought she was way better than everyone else just because her daddy owned the third biggest company in Japan…which she obviously was NOT. Who is she? Koizumi Luna…the biggest Lunatic in the entire world. I can't believe her father named their company after her first name, Luna—Luna Corporations. How creative!...not. Seriously, he could've thought of a million better names for his company then that. Or at least choosing a name that didn't involve his bimbo blonde, implanted, plastic-nosed bitch of a daughter. Did I mention she's such a bitch? As you can see, I really hate her…I even hate her more than having fan boys gawking at me all day. So, as you can see, I REALLY HATE HER…did I mention she's a bitch? Oh yeah, I did.
"Hey, watch where you're going you hooded ugly freak!" Luna shrieked loudly. Luna was a year older than everyone else in our grade—why? she was supposed to be a senior this year but happened to fail the second grade for being too stupid to know the alphabet properly, she kept mixing up every letter and the only ones she knew in order were A, B, and C (she didn't even get to D, which is the grade she had in her second grade class…why did she have such a high grade? Because she was a suck-up and her parents bribed the teacher and the school to give her 40% higher than what she actually received in the class, a twenty percent…F…)—and B is where she's headed to right now. "And, one more thing SAKURA MIKAN, get your ugly self away from me, you might get your idiot germs on me you fucking ugly bitch." Luna turned around triumphantly, walking to class with her usual posse—the stupid posse.
Behind Mikan's hood she simply rolled her eyes and walked into class. Luckily, Luna was not in her homeroom or classes, since at this high school, the teachers moved around to different classes instead of students bustling about…it's much more organized that way anyway. Each grade had an A, B, and C class—they are separated by what grades you get in school. The highest grades get in A, the lowest marks in C, adequate grades in B. Luckily, Luna was in B and not A, but rumor has it that she's barely passing there and might be dropped to C by the end of this semester. (A secret between us, I snuck into the camera room, with help of my best friend Hotaru, of course, of my mom's huge corporation and I found out from the small my mother made with Luna's father that if she drops to C, she's going to get cut off! That would be freakin' awesome). Serves that bitch right…right? Duh.
Mikan smiled at the thought.
Mikan, Hotaru, Ruka, Anna, Nonoko, Sumire, and Youichi happened to be in class A.
Anna and Nonoko were chatting animatedly when they saw Mikan and walked over to her. "Guess what!?" They said in unison. Mikan simply turned her head slightly. "Narumi-sensei says that we don't have any classes for the rest of the day!" continuing their unison thoughts. "Wanna go shopping with Sumire, Hotaru, and us!?"
"Uhm, thanks for the invitation, but no thanks." Mikan replied plainly, not wanting to attract attention.
Suddenly, from the seat behind her she heard someone scoff.
"Tch."
"What do you want Hyuuga…" Mikan said quietly, just enough for him to hear, slowly turning around to reveal an, admittedly, hot guy with a manga covering his face and feet up on the desk.
"Well, I've never seen a girl turn down shopping." Natsume replied with a small smirk on his face and a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Then fuck off, I'm not like other girls then" she countered while glaring at him behind her hood—frankly, she hated him because of all the attention he got. She knows that if she gets in a situation with Natsume, her entire disguise would be blown.
"Hn. Whatever." Natsume said quietly, silently congratulating himself for winning the battle against Mikan. Whether he liked it or not, he liked to occasionally pick on Mikan because she was one of the only girls who didn't throw themselves toward him, and he found that refreshingly new.
End POV
Mikan's POV
"UGH. I HATE THAT JERK." I said while out in the hallway punching the wall, Anna and Nonoko watching quietly. As she was yelling, the principal started making an announcement over the PA. Unfortunately, Mikan, Anna, and Nonoko couldn't hear because of Mikan's loud yelling.
"…and that is all students…"
Completely ignoring the announcement, they continued their conversation.
"You know, you can't let that guy get to you." Anna stated in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Yeah, he's just the captain of like every team, handsome, hot, tall, athletic, ripped, rich…" Nonoko said while seemingly in a trance and staring off into space.
I snapped my fingers in front of her face a couple of times while saying "Hello, earth-to-Nonoko! You're spacing out!" Now, Nonoko didn't exactly like or love Natsume…she simply goes in a trance while talking about guys she thinks are hot—namely Natsume, Ruka, and oddly enough, Tobita Yuu, one of the biggest nerds in our class. Don't get me wrong, Yuu wasn't a bad looking guy, but there were plenty of hotter guys in our class. But hey, she has her own opinions I have mine—and yes, I think Hyuuga Natsume is hot, but I also think he's an arrogant, self-absorbed, popular, disdainful, mean, perverted, jerkface that barely even knows who I am, even if he does occasionally argue with me, which I'm grateful for. I don't need someone like Hyuuga over there to attract attention to me so I just avoid him.
Sighing, I teased Nonoko, "Why don't you just ask Yuu-kun out? You've been madly in love with him since sixth grade" I finished while sticking my tongue out at her.
"N-n-no! I c-can't ju-ust-t wa-alk up-p t-to him a-a-and ask-k! That's s-s-s-so…WEIRD!" she stuttered while slightly blushing, "and he basically doesn't even know I exist" she finished with her bangs covering her eyes.
"Aww, don't say that Nonoko, I'm sure he kno-" Anna was interrupted by the school's bell which signified the end of school.
RINGRINGRINGRINGRING
"Ugh, see you guys later. It's time for detention." Mikan said unexcitedly as she walked, particularly slowly, towards the oh-so-familiar classroom at the end of the hall. "Oh, and that's why I couldn't go shopping with you guys," she shouted back in her oddly quiet, yet loud, manner. Honestly, even when she yells, only the people she wants to hear something hear it.
"Aw, okay. Bye Mi-chan!" Anna and Nonoko said in unison, waving frantically toward their friend.
End POV
Normal POV
Mikan, acting as silent as ever, slowly opened the door. She was five minutes late for detention, but the teacher, a man with dark hair and pale, pasty complexion, never really cared. Mikan walked over to his desk and threw him a crumpled up detention slip and stalked to her regular seat, second seat to the back on the very right side of the room next to the window. There, she had a full view out the window and she usually just slept or stared at the scenery from her window in detention.
"Ugh, another boring day of detention…again." Mikan said quietly.
Little did Mikan know, her already quite unpredictable day was about to have two
changes.
First off, Youichi showed up in her detention room and instantly walked over to his sister sitting and pretending to sleep while observing the campus' beauty yet again.
"Hey, Mikan nee-san! When does your detention get off? Mom called and said I'd be moving in today and you are supposed to take me home to the Sakura mansion" he said while poking his sister cutely with his finger "and I don't wanna get lost in all those Sakura trees like you do every morning."
"Aw, shut the fuck up Youichi" she said while taking off her hood. In detention, she was usually the only one since everyone in school was so innocent, so she thought it would be fine. "I'll be out in like half an hour, go do whatever the fuck you want and I'll take you home later."
Youichi just stood there, his eyes bearing confusion and wonder in them and showing a hint of sudden realization. He was, basically, frozen in his place. What was he going to do, what was he going to tell his sister?
"What? Did I do something wrong? Hello? Youichi?" she said while waving frantically in his face.
Suddenly, a deep, captivating voice said "Pretending to be someone else at school, eh?"
Mikan froze immediately—she recognized that voice. How could she not have realized there was another person here? She mentally scolded herself.
"That's why I stopped talking when you took your hood off, nee-san," he said while pointing in the direction of the boy.
She slowly turned around to face a guy, probably two or three rows away, leaning against the back wall, hands in his pocket, backpack slung over his broad right shoulder messily, and a small smirk plastered across his face, staring intently at the back of the brunette's head. He, secretly, was admiring her beautiful hair; it looked so soft and silky. He just wanted to touch it.
End POV
Mikan's POV
Every time I turn around today it's just something new, isn't it…Why must you hate me so much Thursday…
"Shit." I said plainly.
End POV
End Chapter
Review please. Constructive Criticism, comments, changes, etc. accepted—and, I write purely for entertainment, no more, no less.
[A/N: I was going to add a preview for the next chapter, but I didn't feel like it. xP.]
[A/N: My first FanFic. ^^. And yes, I know I sound really boring D: ]
Rated M for future content.
And a question: Do you guys understand the title of this chapter/the entire thing? o.o;