The Best Man's Bride Chapter 1: Day One, a gakuen alice fanfic

Summary: Engaged to the eldest son of the notorious Hyuuga Clan, Mikan Sakura is the luckiest bride-to-be in the world. But when the Best Man arrives two weeks before the wedding, 14 days is all he has to call off the wedding of his much hated, half—brother Tsubasa. And what better way to call it off than making the future wife fall for him instead? "Every fairytale has a villain. All high quality happy endings involve a black-hearted monster. I just didn't want you to be mine." NxM

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"I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you." ― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

Day One

Mikan

It was one of those moments in life where you felt completely, utterly, entirely alone. I gazed at my reflection and frowned. I had my mother, Yuka Yukihira's looks. I had her heart shaped face and high cheekbones, with a straight nose and thin lips. I had the same rosy blush to my cheeks. And eyes—her saucer—shaped, Hazel eyes. But people always told me I had my father's personality.

I blinked a few times, just sitting there and staring at myself. My heart beat was accelerating and I could feel the hair at the back of my neck stand up. My hands shook a little. I bit my lower lip and stared at the striking image of both my parents very much alive in myself, and sought comfort in the fact that this is what they wanted.

When my parents were murdered I was shipped to Japan to live with my mother's long time best friend, Karou Hyuuga. She never made me feel out of place, rather, I grew up with her eldest Tsubasa and youngest Aoi like I was one of them. I was a cold, broken, wounded kid but slowly, very slowly, my wounds began to heal.

My brother Youichi was taken in by my Uncle, Kazumi, who didn't want to have to do anything with me. He blamed me for the death of my parents as much as I blamed myself. I never saw my brother again.

I felt something warm in my eyes, distorting my vision. I couldn't see my reflection anymore, and a tear escaped by itself, sliding down my cheek. I quickly drew out a tissue and dabbed it, evening out my blush-on. I felt two warm hands on my shoulders.

In the mirror I saw Karou-sama. Her deadly straight, long ivory hair draped over both her shoulders, landing neatly on her waist. She wore an elegant, red Valentino dress with pale golden studded Louboutin heels, her crimson eyes bewitching, enchanting.

It seemed like time had stopped on her; as if she hadn't aged at all – a timeless beauty. I smiled nervously as she eyed me with a thoughtful expression on her face. With her crimson eyes she searched my hazel ones. Then she made a face.

"What are you thinking about now?" She cocked her head to the side as she picked up my hair brush and combed through my long chocolate brown hair.

I put on my best smile for her and grinned widely. She still looked suspicious of me, but decided to let it go for now.

"Are you excited for the wedding?"

I had heard this question time and time again. I chuckled softly as I nodded. My friend Anna nudged Nonoko, another friend from school, who threw her arms around my neck for the 5th time. "You're sooo lucky, Mikan—chan!" She beamed. I smiled quietly at her, as if to say, yes, it feels that way.

If I think about it indeed, I am very lucky. I had grown up with the man I was going to be married to in 2 weeks. I knew Tsubasa inside out. He was the best of men: a person who was honest to himself and others. I knew my partner— we were long term friends and didn't have any secrets. There was no mystery in our relationship, just pure honesty.

As if on cue, I felt two strong arms snake their way around my waist and pull me back. My form moulded into his as he hugged me from behind, nuzzling my neck. I smiled as I turned to look at him and he stole a quick kiss from me.

I frowned.

"Whatttttttt?" He cocked an eyebrow at me. "I am your fiancée remember? I am allowed to do this."

Fiancee. He loved throwing that word around. Tsubasa could be very possessive, and I was on top of the list of things he adored. He loved holding hands in public and doing those embarrassing couply things like couple rings and karaoke together. I always went along with his eccentric displays of love because he was original, honest and made me feel loved.

"One of these days…" I warned as I pulled my brows together in annoyance. Tsubasa clicked his tongue, his face plastered with his trademark grin. "Yeah yeah I know, you'll complain to my mother, your mother-in-law and get me in trouble, right?" He whistled. "Whoo, you already got me tied around your finger, huh Mikan?"

I ignored his blatant flirting and shook my head. Permy and her long term boyfriend Koko joined us. Permy, also known to the world as Sumire Shouda is one of the top designers in Japan. She has an international clothing line called Shouda Couture and is one of my best friends from school. Did I mention she is also designing my wedding gown?

"Having a party without me?" She crossed her arms. "Never," I smiled widely at her. Her eyes softened and she grinned back at me. "I'm glad you could make it," I added, pressing her hand softly.

She flipped her green curls over her shoulder and shook her head. "My stupid secretary didn't tell me until yesterday. And I was in Paris when I found out, can you imagine my horror?!" I chuckled at her use of hyperboles. "Anyway, so I got on the first flight and here I am now, straight from the airport." She beamed.

"Yeah and she made me wear a tux on the plane because we wouldn't have time to change," Koko complained quietly, earning a smack on the head from Permy. I laughed softly. "So where's the bachelorette party?" Permy winked at me. I cleared my throat and glanced at Tsubasa, who was now being totally NOT incognito and leaning in to listen.

"You're being totally obvious you know," I pointed out as Permy rolled her eyes. He waved his hands in front of my face, whispering "I am not here."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Okkaaay, can we discuss the bachelorette party plans ALONE?" Permy emphasized on the last word as she tugged on my arm. I nodded in agreement and we separated from the boys.

"Well we're just gonna be here discussing the bachelor party and strippers!" Koko announced and I rolled my eyes. Permy's eyebrow twitched. "You know he's messing with you right?" I stated the obvious. Permy chuckled. "Duh… since when did Koko grow the balls to defy me?" She grinned cockily and I couldn't help grinning back.

"So then, is everything set for the wedding?" She asked animatedly. Permy was more excited for my wedding than I was. I nodded. "Everything's pretty much done as far as arrangmenets are concerned," I told her when she kept probing me with her eyes.

She still didn't look satisfied.

"If you want," I added cautiously, "I could… show you?" I asked, not sure what I should be expecting.

Permy's eyes widened and she beamed. "Can I see it now?"

Sighing heavily, I dragged her out of the ballroom where the reception dinner (that Karou-sama had insisted to throw for Tsubasa and I) was alit. We made our way up through an endless flight of stairs, which was quite painful in the black high heels I was wearing, and finally stopped in front of a giant mahogany door.

"Damn," she whistled as we entered my room.

My room was huge enough to breed an army. White curtains were draped elegantly around the king—sized bed, with two side tables and antique lamps. A white antique mirror stood opposite my bed, on top of a lush white rug and a fireplace was situated in the corner. My wardrobe was built into the wall and a door inside led us to a room full of shelves and shelves without end of heels, clothes and accessories.

"I love this placeeeeeee!" Permy cooed as she skipped happily over to the coffee table near the fireplace. It was a Japanese, wooden coffee table with a sleek finish. I called in for two mugs of coffee and plopped down on the soft carpet next to her.

A big chart was laid out by Karou-sama on my coffee table. It read as follows:

Mikan & Tsubasa's Wedding
December 25, 2013

Cuisine: Varying
Items on the Menu: 120

"Omg, 120?!" Permy gapsed. "I know," I added sternly. Karou-sama was going way overboard with the wedding. "Oh don't look so gloomy, it's going to be grand!" Permy announced. I gave her a cold look. "Come on Mikan you're the HYUUGAS' daughter-in-law to be, cheer up will you?" She winked.

Tsubasa's TUX: Narumi Anjou
Mikan's Wedding Gown: Sumire Shouda

"Omgggg…. My name looks so cool on your wedding plans!" She shrieked. I elbowed her lightly, earning a scowl from her. "Moving on," I insisted.

Venue: Ritz Carlton Resort, Okinawa

"Oh. My. God." I nudged Permy to keep going. If she kept gasping we'd take too long to go through all of it.

Hosts: Mr & Mrs. Hyuuga

Bridesmaids: Hotaru Imai, Sumire Shouda, Misaki Harada
Best Man: Natsume Hyuuga

Permy's eyes widened and she turned to me in shock. "Hotaru Imai is a bridesmaid? THE Hotaru Imai?" She covered her mouth. "Yeah, Hotaru's my childhood friend, so naturally she'll be here for the wedding. She's on a flight as we speak." I smiled warmly. "Un-bloody-believable! She's like… the head of Intelligence or something of the World Police right? Does she even have time for this?"

I frowned. "Of course, it's my wedding, hello?! Her only BFF in the world. If she missed it I'd have to kill her," I added dramatically. "I am glad though, that she'll be here for the 2 weeks before my wedding." I finished.

Permy looked lost in thought and I poked her cheek. She turned to look at me, eyes furrowed in concentration before she said, "What about Natsume Hyuuga?"

I started gathering my scattered thoughts… Natsume Hyuuga was Tsubasa's younger brother and Karou-sama's middle son. He was a boy genius who grew up with his uncle Rei in the States, and got accepted into Yale this year. I hadn't ever seen a picture of him in the mansion, I hadn't ever heard anyone talk about him– so naturally, Natsume Hyuuga was a complete mystery to me.

"You don't know anything about him either, do you?" Permy asked the rhetorical question. "He is really secretive… you know?" She added and I just nodded. "Are you excited?" She suddenly blurted.

I raised my eyebrow at her, "Why would I be excited? For all I know he's a complete stranger to me."

"Hmph," Permy crossed her arms across her chest. "If he looks HALF as handsome as Tsubasa I call dibs!" She giggled.

Natsume

I don't know how mother talked me into this one.

Tsubasa wasn't my brother. He was a mistake father made, a mistake that my mother brought into the house and raised as the eldest – a mistake that brought her pain, constantly reminding her of the woman father cheated on her with.

I clicked my tongue as I stared out of the plane. We were close to landing because I could see us descending at a lower altitude with the runway in sight. I nudged Uncle Rei and he stole a casual glance outside. "It's time."

We took our luggage, putting away the red wine that was offered to us on business class. Uncle Rei was in front of me as he gracefully descended the stairs leading us into the terminal, and the minute I stepped out of the plane—

I felt a familiar feeling washing over me. Before I had even opened my eyes, I was all too familiar with the darkness of the night sky, a few stars timidly looking down from the corners of scattered clouds. Tall buildings and lights… lights of every color in the distance were ready to welcome me back after 15 years.

"Tadaima," I whispered to no one in particular. My Japanese sounded very American, even to me.

Our limousine was waiting for us as we stepped outside the airport, and I climbed in quietly, staring out of the tinted window. Home hadn't changed at all. Japan was still the nostalgic, picturesque realm of my birth, just merged into more buildings, more people, more noise. I groaned in frustration as we got stuck in a traffic jam.

"Tch," I clicked my tongue as I shook my head.

"Is it just me or did people get more stupid?" Uncle Rei remarked sarcastically. Oh boy. We were totally on the same page.

My phone buzzed and I answered on the first ring. It was my favorite woman in the world – my mother.

"Natsume! Have you landed?"

"Yes, mother," I said nonchalantly.

"Will you be home soon?" She asked, her hopeful tone making me smile.

"Yes mother."

"Alright… I can't wait. Tsubasa can't wait either! He's waiting for you at his bachelor party you know!" She added excitedly.

"Mother."

There was a silence on the phone as the wind whipped against my window.

"I am only doing this for you." I added coldly. I needed to draw the line before mother assumed that I was even remotely interested in having any relationship with my bastard brother.

"Natsume…" mother's voice sounded exasperated, "Please… make an effort to forgive Naruto, Tsubasa…"

"I'll see you there," I cut her short of words as I hung up. I could imagine a frown on her face and I loved her enough to care that I had hurt her. But I was never going to forgive dad. And as far as Tsubasa's wedding was concerned…

I was ready to break him into pieces.

We arrived at the Hyuuga mansion in 30 minutes. I climbed out of the car and gestured my chauffeur to stop as he pulled out my bags. He was too old to be carrying bags around, and I liked carrying my own burden. I could see the smile in his wrinkled face when I told him I can do it myself.

"We're glad to have you back, Young Master." He said, his lips curling into a wise smile.

"Natsume," I corrected. "And right back at you, old man," I chuckled. I was close to all the people who worked for me. They weren't servants. They were family.

I took a deep breath as I prepared myself for the shock on peoples' faces. The runaway son was finally returning after 15 long years.

The doormen opened the door for me and were swift to pull off my black long coat as I extended my arms in both directions.

I felt peoples' stares burn me as I walked in, hands in my pockets. Uncle Rei handed his coat to the doormen and trailed behind me, keeping at a comfortable distance. I stopped in front of mother, who was in deep conversation with a blonde lady I recognized too. I smirked as I suddenly made a grab for her hand and placed a chaste kiss on top of it.

Mother's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. I put on my most genuine smile as she threw her arms around me, hugging me tight. "You're going to kill him, sister," Uncle Rei's crisp voice echoed behind me. "And you brought Rei too!" She clapped her hands together like a little girl. I laughed at my mother's reaction and nodded.

"Tadaima," I said softly.

Mother looked at me in admiration. "You look so good now… soooo tall! And look, such broad shoulders… and your jaw – and"

"Mother you're not a fan girl are you?" I winked at her and she scoffed in reply. "Why?" She raised an eyebrow at me, suddenly interested, "Have many of those Casanova?"

"Nah, I only love my mother." I kissed her cheek. Mother beamed at me and turned to hug Uncle Rei. She patted him on the shoulder and grinned evilly at him, "You've done a pretty good job raising Natsume on your own, Rei." Uncle Rei raised an eyebrow in turn, he knew my mother would never actually give him a compliment.

"Of course… his Japanese sounds horrible."

I clicked my tongue and fought back a smirk as Uncle Rei's eyebrow twitched. "You should be thankful he's still speaking Japanese," he countered. Mother stuck out her tongue at him. She was only this lax when it came to the two of us.

"Natsume—nii?"

Her voice was soft and shy but there the Hyuuga arrogance wasn't unnoticeable. I turned around to be ambushed by my little sister, Aoi, who threw herself in my arms. I twirled her around before putting her back on the floor.

"You're soooo tall!" She repeated mother. I rolled my eyes as I ruffled her hair.

"And you're still as short as ever." I snorted.

I saw her eyebrow twitch as she pursed her lips in a thin line. "I kid, I kid," I added the obvious. I loved teasing Aoi. She looked stunning in a navy blue full length chiffon gown, her short hair curled to her shoulders. She wore diamond studs. I approved of her attire instantly.

She carried herself with the same Hyuuga elegance that all of us did.

With the infamous exception strolling towards me, of course.

Tsubasa was a shame to the Hyuuga name. His shoulders slumped as he walked over to me, with an ugly goofy grin plastered on his face. I looked at him coldly like he was the last person on Earth I wanted to talk to.

Which he actually was.

He waved awkwardly at me, knowing that a handshake would be asking for too much. I just stared at him for a while, before turning to look back to mother.

Her eyes were pleading.

Damn those… smoldering crimson eyes.

I turned back to him and nodded to acknowledge his presence.

"Andou," I nodded curtly. His smile turned into a frown. I always used his mother's family name, to remind him that he was NOT one of us. He was never going to be.

Aoi grabbed Tsubasa's hand and closed some of the very large distance between us. "Ahem, Tsubasa—nii?" She probed him.

"Um, welcome home," he said awkwardly. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Congratulations," I said bitterly, too bitterly.

I turned to the blonde woman and pecked her cheek. "Bonsoir." She beamed back at me, ocean blue eyes looking warm. "Bonsoir!" She replied cheerfully before asking me how I've been and such. I asked her about Ruka and she said he'll be here with his wife later in the night.

I excused myself from everyone and grabbed a glass of red wine from the servers floating about the room. I sighed as I leaned against a wall in the corner, hoping to avoid unnecessary attention.

I glanced about the room unfazed until my eyes met a very pretty pair of hazel ones.

I had never seen a girl so fucking beautiful.

A/n: Warning: This will not be a very long story. So I'll try to make long chapters and I am really sorry if I bored my readers. T^T Please, please support me. Leave a review – it only takes a second.

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