"Mikan, you got another "below 30%" in your history test again?" Yuka demanded.

"Hey, it was a 28.5%, so I'm getting better!" Mikan pouted. She wasn't stupid. Just not as bright as other students...-people in general.

"You're the heir to a prestigious dojo, why can't you, for once get an average score in your studies?" Yuka sighed and shook her head sadly.

"I got an average once. Remember? I got 63% in a test when the average was 62%."

Yuka facepalmed in the way mothers do when they know that nothing will get past you, and they know they should stop trying to make you understand their way of thinking.

"Just get ready for dinner."

Mikan grinned. She knew that she had won.

"Okay~!"


"Mikan, study these." Narumi placed a humongous stack of books on her desk. The subject of each and every single one of them was "history."

"What? No way! It must be against the rules for a teacher to make their student study so much!"

"Even the principle agreed to these terms, Mikan. We just want the best for you."

"Fine."

Later that night, as Mikan was grudgingly flipping through the thick old textbooks, something strange happened.

"Hah? So this Hyuuga kid or whatever was the youngest male to ever win a war alone? So he fought alone and still won a war, huh? Feh, he's only one year older than me. I could do that too..."

As Mikan said that, a bright light enveloped her, and she lost consciousness.


"Ah, damn the ground, why does it need to be so hard...wait, what?" She looked around her as she dusted off her everyday night-clothes, consisting of a cute white and frilly tank top, and fashionable shorts. She also had her running shoes on for some reason though.

What era is this? Mikan thought as she watched street vendors and old, untrendy people walk by.

Mikan was flustered. How will she get home? Why was she here in the first place?

She looked and studied her surroundings as she walked through the streets. Many people gave her rude glances, but most of them showed curiosity. Running shoes, tank tops, and shorts weren't invented at that time. Only kimonos, yukatas, and wooden sandals.

"Oomph!" Mikan cried as she bumped into a person.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She apologized. The man she bumped into was taller than her by at least a head and a half, and he looked well-built, not to mention strong. He carried a sword by his side, and glared at her.

"Who are you, commoner? Women under 16 should be at home, studying how to be a wife."

"Well I'm So-ry, mister know-it-all. But I AM 16, so take that!"

Oops, big mistake for her...

"How dare you talk back to me, you shall meet your death right here, right now." The stranger unsheathed his sword and gave a mighty swing in Mikan's direction.

By instinct alone, Mikan brought up her arm and blocked the sword, not a single drop of blood fallen.

Every bystander covered their mouths in shock. Not a single one of them had ever seen anything like this!

"It's plain good manners to introduce yourself before fighting first, you know." Mikan lectured. She was told to bow and say her name before starting ny fights. She knew those rules like the back of her hand, considering she was from a dojo.

"My name is Sakura. Mikan Sakura, and yours is?"

"Hyuuga. Natsume Hyuuga."

Hyuuga? As in that legendary or whatever person?

"You've blocked my sword. I acknowledge you, but you have still breached the rules."

"I just told you, didn't I? I already AM 16!"

"Oh really? A 16 years old woman does NOT have a chest as flat as yours."

That really, pissed Mikan off, so she grabbed his kimono, and dragged him off into the forest.

"Look here mister, you're only 17, so don't think that you can go around being arrogant and stuff!"

"How do you know my age?"

Crap, I can't say that I read it out of a textbook, I bet he doesn't even know what a textbook is.

"I just know. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Hmph. Why did you drag me out here?"

"Natsume Hyuuga, let me follow you until I find my way back home."

"Follow me-? No. definitely NOT."

"WHY NOT?" Mikan literally screamed. If she could follow this guy, she would have no trouble getting what she wanted, right?

"I prefer to be alone. That way, I can't hurt the ones I care about, and they can't hurt me back."

"..."

So this is why the famous Natsume Hyuuga was always alone?

"Then, I'll just follow you. You don't even need to pay attention to me. I promise not to get in the way of your fights either."

"Do as you wish."

"Alright!"


For many days after that, Mikan followed Natsume around. Sometimes occasionally losing sight of him, but he seemed to come back-almost as if he came back just to look for her.

One day-

"Hey you, pretty boy, d'you have money? Ya see, meh boss doesn't wanna hurt you, so just quietly cough up the dough, or else-"

The bandit didn't get to finish his sentence, as his head was already rolling across the floor.

Natsume didn't even flinch as he be-headed him, and Mikan shivered at the coldheartedness of it all.

"Don't you feel anything at all when you kill a human?"

"No."

"I see."

Unfortunately, the bandit's companions were lurking in the shadows, and decided to attack after seeing their comrade die.

"HYAAAAAA! Take this!" Many shouted as they jumped into the air, swinging swords above their heads.

"Can you take them?" Natsume asked, not at all affected by the sudden appearance of at least fifty people.

"I bet I can do better than you."

"We shall see."

Both Mikan and Natsume got into their fighting positions. Mikan-karate, and Natsume-sword fighting.


"I defeated 33 people." Mikan announced smuggly, after each and every enemy was on the ground, unable to move.

"35." Natsume smirked.

"Mou! No need to rub it in!" Mikan crossed her arms and pouted.

"Pff."

"Huh? What was that?"

"Nothing."

"That wasn't nothing! This is the first time you've laughed! Victory!"

"Whatever. Let's continue on our journey."

Mikan smiled. Without even realizing it, Natsume had opened up to her, and even called it "our journey."


Rumble Grumble Growl Growl

"Is that a meat bun?" Mikan eyed Natsume jealously.

"Yes." Natsume answered.

Mikan kept on eyeing the meat bun, hoping he would take the hint.

"It seems quite big, could you finish it all?" Mikan tried again.

"Of course."

"..."

Without a word, Natsume handed half of it over. Mikan's eyes widened, and she took it gratefully.

"I haven't asked yet." Natsume said. "Where do you come from?"

"The future."

"The...future?"

"Yes. I come from the year 2013 and my family is the head of a dojo. A dojo is a school which teaches martial arts."

"How did you come here?" Natsume believed her, and Mikan was overjoyed. Her confidence growing, she started to say more facts about herself.

"I go to a school called Gakuen Alice. My best friend's name is Hotaru Imai. My teacher for most subjects is Narumi-sensei. I live with my mother, whose name is Yuka. My father travels a lot, competing in competitions all over the world, so I don't get to see him often."

"Answer my question."

"Oh yeah... Anyways, history is my WORST SUBJECT EVER, so I was studying and I somehow got sucked here. I was reading about you right before."

"That's how you knew my age?"

"Well, yeah."

"What did your readings say about me?"

"It said that you won a war all by yourself, with no subordinates, and you died shortly after because your wounds were too deep, especially one on your left shoulder."

"I see, but if I keep protecting my shoulder in fights now, I won't be able to fight at full strength."

"Mm..."

"Thank you, I've just learned a lot about you."

Mikan blushed. No boy had ever made her feel this way before.

"You specialize in martial arts, right?" Natsume seemed to hurry onto the next subject.

"Yes."

"Then that means you don't know how to use a sword."

"...Yes?"

"I will teach you. I have a spare blade anyways."

"If you say so."


"Hyuuga-sama, you are summoned by the king of our glorious country to his castle. It is about the upcoming war." A private soldier came up to the two one day.

"...Fine, but I get to bring her with me." Natsume pointed to Mikan.

The young soldier got the wrong idea, and thought that Mikan was his lover.

"B-bringing your woman to a battlefield isn't such a good idea..."

The two of them blushed bright red, and stuttered the same words over and over...

"Y-your woman?"

The soldier noticed his mistake and bowed many times in shame.

"I-I am so sorry! I have brought embarrassment to the two of you! I did not realize that she was only traveling with you!"

"It-It's alright...Mikan, would I have the honor of you traveling with me and fighting by my side?"

"Of course, but the honor is all mine."


"Mikan!" A girl with pink hair called to the said person.

"Oh, hello, Anna-chan." Mikan called back.

Mikan had come back from her adventure just that morning, believing it all to be a dream. They had, obviously won against the other countries in the national dispute, and got awarded as world heroes.

"Mikan, there's something really weird going on! I was doing last minute studying this morning, since we have our history test first period, but my textbook changed!"

"How?"

"Mikan, do you know the famous swordsman, Natsume Hyuuga? Before, it said that he was a lone fighter..."

"But now it says that he fought alongside a young woman by the name of Mikan Sakura..."


Epilogue:

"Mikan! This is a miracle! You actually got a 100% mark on your latest history exam! How did you do it?" Yuka exclaimed.

"Oh, you know, I did a little studying..."


Hello! It's me again! I know I haven't been updating my stories lately...yeah. You're mad at me, but anyways...

If you want me to continue with this thing as a story, I could do that as well. I've been thinking of continuing it by making Natsume come to the future...

Anyways, if you want me to continue this story, review, or give me a PM!

-SS99