Disclaimer: The writer lawfully respects the prodigious work of Tachibana Higuchi, initiator of Gakuen Alice.

Chapter 1: First Day is Hell Day

"That was last night's hell. This is new hell."

Sakura Mansion, Gates

"That party last night was, like, a total fiasco! A total hell!" Sumire groaned before stepping in her Lamborghini Murcielago with Anna.

"Tell me about it," Misaki agreed as she stepped in her Aston Martin Vanquish, waiting for Nonoko to accompany her, "And we just arrived in Japan, too!"

Hotaru rolled her eyes at the two's complains, "What else do you expect from business parties? I charged my parents for a new telescope for making me go to that stupid social gathering."

Mikan moaned, "You're lucky you can charge your parents. Youichi and I had to come or our cars will turn up in junk shops. I mean, we just had our plates personalized!"

"You actually believe that?" Hotaru snorted, shaking her head at her best friend's idiocy, "They can't simply dispose all your cars. They cost more than your servants' salaries."

"Well, you know the Sakuras," Nonoko giggled from Misaki's car, "They throw money like they throw logs into fireplaces."

"Come on," Sumire said, "Classes start in fifteen minutes. Let's do some car racing."

Mikan winked at her before stepping in her Corvette Convertible with Hotaru, "Like old times."

"I'm in!" Misaki squealed as she revved up her car.

Alice Academy, Parking Lot

Alice Academy students were scattered all over the parking lot. There was pandemonium, but nothing that Jinno-sensei can't handle. Even if it was exactly five minutes before the bell will ring, no one cared. Well, not when the hottest guys are still enjoying the outside view, while the rest were admiring the serenity underneath the loud squeals and chatting.

SCREECH!

Anyone would've thought there was some kind of felony going on as soon as they heard the loud car screeches.

Alice Academy has just been greeted by six new students. Two girls stepped out from each of the three polished car, dark-tinted Oakley shades perched on their noses and hefty Prada bags slung on their shoulders.

Everyone was intrigued about the newcomers, especially a group of the aforementioned hottest guys in school.

Alice Academy, Other Side of the Parking Lot

"Dude," Tsubasa gaped, lowering his flashy glasses to stare at the scene, "Hot chick spotted."

Koko, who leaped behind a flustered Mochu, had his jaw open, "Make that six hot chicks. Haven't seen six Mama Mias in one cluster since—"

"Last night." Mochu finished for him, his eyes ready to pop out from the sockets.

"Er, yeah, in the club, I remember. But their breaths were horrible."

Ruka rolled his eyes at his friends, and then turned to Yuu, "Haven't seen them around. Let me guess: wannabes bitching with Koizumi?"

Yuu shook his head and leaned on his car's door frame, his portable laptop sitting on his arm, "New transferees. They're from Europe, but they're Japanese. They're families preserve a close comradeship, so they're supporting each other's companies."

"How the hell did you know all of this?" Tsubasa asked in disbelief, finally removing his eyes from the scene. In reply, Yuu simply raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"Say, Natsume," Ruka then asked slyly to his best friend, who was laying his back on his car, eyes closed and quietly listening to his iPod, "What do you think of the new preys?"

His best friend opened one eye and stared at Ruka as if he just asked a ridiculous question, "Nothing we can't get. They're down on their knees the moment we pass them."

And with that, their leader stroked past them and walked towards the talked-about scene.

Alice Academy, From the Parking Lot towards the Main Building

"What are they staring at?" Anna whispered at her friends, glaring back at the people who were surrounding them.

Nonoko frowned, "I tried to resist not wearing that shimmering Armani top that'll attract attention. What about this Versace shirt dress?"

"Maybe because it's a week old?" Misaki suggested, straightening her hair.

"Augh," Mikan groaned, pushing her shades to her chestnut-brown hair, "Come on, girls; this is where real hell starts."

"And try not to stand out too much with bitches that flaunt their skirts, not their hairs." Sumire commented.

"And if anyone touches you…" Hotaru declared, pulling out her latest Baka Gun from her bag, "Don't hesitate to tell me."

They strutted away, the crowd parted in two like the sea parted with Moses. They smiled at the crowd as they passed by.

"I wonder who the main hunk is in this place." Mikan thoughtfully shared as she eyed every guy she passes.

"That would be me." a brash voice answered, and they all turned towards their left to see a superior-looking group of boys.

Mikan frowned and complained, "They sure don't make it like in Hawaii."

"True." the rest of the lasses chorused, and continued walking away, but near enough to hear an amused male voice say, "Down to their knees my ass!"

"They seriously don't mean that they're the most sought-after guys in this place, right?" Nonoko asked, grimacing.

"I sure hope not." Mikan sighed, "He's as arrogant as the guest speaker last night."

"True that, sister." Misaki said, referring to the son of some random business heir who wasted the whole of two hours the previous night blabbering about his company's so-called brilliant hits.

Sumire sighed before saying, "Well, girls, welcome to major hell."

Confused, Anna asked, "I thought hell was last night's social gathering?"

"That was last night's hell. This is new hell."

Alice Academy, Class 3-1

"Hello, class!" an overly-excited teacher exclaimed, twirling around— yes, twirling— the room, eyeing his advisory class. Mumbles were buzzing all over, meaning that they had to go back to their seats, "It's a pretty sunny day, meaning we have wonderful new students joining us in our little escapades as we pass through hurdles and get rid of evil prodigies refusing to let us through to get on with our ventures—"

"Here we go again…" mumbled a black haired girl, by the name of Wakako—some random girl going with the Queen Bee's flow.

Luna 'Queen Bee' Koizumi heaved a sigh from her front seat, "I can't believe that Narumi doesn't accept money. He's delirious! Plus, I'm an A-list! An A-list, for Marc Jacob's sake!"

"—so I hope that you'll make this fine new girls happy in their stay here in Alice Academy—"

"God, isn't he ever gonna stop?" complained another one of Luna's cronies.

"— and here they are!" Narumi finished, gesturing towards the door.

"Finally," mumbled Wakako.

And as on cue, half-a-dozen girls entered the room. Alas, revealed the identity of the early morning's manic car drivers.

"Bonjour, chacun!" a brunette greeted the class, her long hair cascading behind her, curling like snakes. Her eyes sparkled as she addressed everyone. They gaped at the girl's use of foreign language.

The raven haired beside the brunette slapped her forehead with her palm and said, "Mikan, nous sommes au Japan, pas France."

The latter giggled and said, "Oh, désolé, désolé, excuses." She gathered herself again and continued with the same perfect smile, "I'm Sakura Mikan, sixteen, and these are my best friends," she gestured at the people beside her, "We're really Japanese, but due to our family businesses, we've been traveling around the globe, since, like, the beginning of time."

"Okay, that's enough," an emerald-eyed girl complained, "Cessez d'accaparer le projecteur, cher." The addressee raised her hands in defeat and flashed another smile.

"Oh, please," Luna muttered, rolling her eyes and tapping her feet, "Show-offs."

"Shouda Sumire," the emerald girl said, "Not a wannabe."

A cherry-eyed lass waved her manicured hands and said, "Harada Misaki; top priority's completing the season's latest wardrobe."

"Give me a break." Luna again mumbled, "Their clothes are probably hand-me-downs."

"Imai Hotaru." the raven haired aforementioned said in a cold voice, "I blackmail people and demand money out of them."

"Hi, I'm Anna, Anna Umenomiya, to be precise," a pink-haired ecstatic girl exclaimed, "I have this massive likeness in cuisines, and this is—"

"Nonoko Osagawara," the dark azure-haired beside her finished, "I mix stuffs with Anna and practically a Science buff."

"So," the brunette exclaimed, turning to the teacher who was gushing at them, "Where do we sit?"

"In the front row." Narumi replied, now poking at Sumire's Prada, the latter hiding behind Anna and Nonoko.

Mikan, however, looked at him in aghast, "The front row? Are you serious?"

"Geez," Luna commented, "Haven't they ever sat in the front row? What are they, first timers?"

Hotaru showed the class her Baka Gun and said in her deadpan voice, "Losers wearing sluttish clothes sit in front. They're attention seekers." she added after a quirk of her eyebrow to Luna, who had her legs crossed, thus revealing her thighs, "Maybe that's what you are."

"Wait, scratch that—" Misaki said, "You are one."

The rest of the class? Well, they're busy waiting for an outburst, but nothing happened. The Queen Bee was still trying to swallow everything.

Narumi, sensing the heat of the aura encircling, then said, "Well, you girls can sit at the second to the last row, then."

"Wait—" Sumire said, "Why can't we take our seats at the last row? It's totally unoccupied anyways."

"Well—" Narumi started, but was immediately cut off by the loud banging of the door, "— that's why."

"Oh, look," a crimson-eyed guy said, staring back at the brunette who had his arms crossed, "It's the disaster wannabes from earlier."

"Oh, look," Mikan replied just as haughtily, "It's the self-regarded hunks from before."

"Oh, you do think I'm a hunk then?" Natsume asked, amused.

"I said 'self-regarded', you jerk."

But even though she said that, none of it was heard. Girls started swooning over the late comers, and guys were all wearing admired faces.

"It's Natsume! It's Natsume!"

"Where's my lipstick?! Hey, can I borrow yours?"

"Brush! Brush! Lend me a brush!"

"You! Yes, you! Stop staring at him, he's mine!"

"No, he's not!"

"Oh, he damn is!"

"Stop that, he's mine!"

"Get your claws off me, brat!"

"Shut up, he's mine!"

"I'm his fiancée, back off!"

"We're engaged, sorry sister!"

"You did not just say that!"

"OMG! Natsume glanced at me!"

"No, he glanced at me!"

"You did not just step on my shoes!"

The shouts would've continued the whole day if Natsume didn't give them glares that sent them down to their seats. One glare from the famous Hyuuga Natsume is enough to settle down a mob of crazy fan girls.

"Excuse me," Misaki said, turning to Narumi, "But can we please sit down now? My heels are killing me."

"Of course," Narumi said, and then pranced off from the room. He stopped before reaching for the door knob and said, "Self-study period."

As they moved towards their seat, Anna whispered, "God, talk about major fashion catastrophe. That teacher is, like, totally gay!"

"We speak the same, sister," Sumire agreed, "He was gesturing at Valentino after poking Prada. Hotaru, why didn't you hit him?!"

Hotaru rolled her eyes, "I only agreed if someone touches you, not admire your stuffs."

"It wasn't admiring."

"Whatever."

"Will you keep it down a bit?!" exclaimed an awfully arrogant voice said. Mikan, however, knew who it was. The voice was the same haughty one that regarded himself as the school's hottest guy.

"Sorry, but I don't take orders from jerks." Mikan declared coldly, sending daggers towards Natsume before sitting on her seat, which was, unfortunately, happened to be in front of Natsume's.

Great, she grimaced, Just what I want for more hell treats: to sit right in front of the school bastard.

"Hi," a dark haired guy approached Misaki, flashing a smile that could blind any fan girl's mind, "I'm Andou Tsubasa, and the kitten's name is…?"

"I'm sorry, but you approached the wrong building. The cat shelter is that way," Misaki said callously, pointing to the door, then gestured at Luna, "But if you want a bitch, she's sitting right in front. That is, if you can see beneath your pathetic shades."

"You know," Tsubasa continued, gesturing at Misaki, "I like 'em feisty."

"You like bitches feisty?" Misaki then replied sardonically, "That's good then. That bitch does seem like the aggressive type. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some powdering to do." She stood up and headed out for the door.

One down, five to go.

"Hey, Tsubasa," an amused guy with messy blonde hair said, "It's bad to hold your laughter."

Tsubasa, however was not amused and was left confused, "She talked back to me like she's my mother or something! And I'm sure I used one of my irresistible smiles."

"Look," Sumire spat in disgust, "We are not circus entertainers, and it'll be best if you leave us alone."

"Or else?" the same blonde challenged her.

"I'll chuck my shoes at you."

At this, the blonde snorted, "Give me a break. How are shoes dangerous?"

"Koko, she's not kidding." Mochu warned, rubbing his cheek which was now bearing the name of Manolo Blahnik from Anna's stilettos. The latter walked out of the room to follow Misaki.

Koko then shivered and slowly stepped back and started reassuring her with his hands raised in defeat, "Now, now. There's no need to be fierce. You can powder yourself up too."

"Thank you," Sumire said, grabbing her Prada tote and strutting off, "Loser."

"Dude," Koko shook his head, and then rested his left arm on Mochu's shoulder, "They're crazy."

"Excuse me, we are so not!" Nonoko opposed loudly, "If anyone's crazy in this place, it'll be your group of pathetic lady controllers!"

"I didn't know that the Chemistry adherent would be as brutal as a fugitive tiger." A guy in glasses commented, leaning on his chair and not even taking his eyes off his laptop.

Nonoko glared at him coldly before muttering in a deadly whisper, "You people are so impossible."

"You…" Koko tried not to laugh, "You… Yuu have just been dumped! Get it?! You, Yuu!"

Mochu was eyeing him weirdly, and said, "Dude, what the hell are you laughing about?"

Koko then cleared his throat loudly and stopped laughing, "Let's just say nothing happened."

"Yes, let's just consider that." Hotaru agreed, pulling out her Baka Gun from her Prada.

"No wonder her bag was so big." Ruka muttered, thus earning a big thump! on his head.

"Shit!" he wailed, then started massaging his forehead before turning to Hotaru angrily, "What the hell do you think you're doing, you crazywoman?!"

"We warned you." she shrugged, putting her Gun back to her bag, "Mikan, let's go. It'll be Lunch in a few hours, and I don't think there will be any serious teachers around for today." With that, she stalked off, leaving a highly irritated Mikan gathering her things.

"Oh, so you're name is Mikan?" asked Natsume, who was supposedly sleeping by now, but he was too busy inwardly smirking at his playboy friends who were just turned down by each newbie, "Pity. I didn't expect you to be the bitch princess in your little group."

Mikan stared at him in disbelief, then stomped out of the room, muttering incoherent phrases like, "Stupid, stupid, stupid business venture… Damned brand new heels… Dim-witted gay teacher, leaving without reason…"

Tsubasa shook his head when she was already away, "Dude, even Natsume was walked out on. Down to my knees my arse."

Alice Academy, Cafeteria

"Finally!" Mikan wailed, sitting down on one of the cafeteria chairs, "I was starving to death!"

"What, you didn't eat breakfast?" Sumire glared at her disapprovingly.

Mikan shook her head, "I was—"

"Too busy wiggling out of your promises." An annoyed voice cut her off. They turned behind Mikan, revealing an ash-haired guy of about fifteen years old, his eyes obviously raging in fire.

"Youichi!" Mikan cried, jumping out of her seat. Literally.

"Hello, sister." Youichi said, spitting the last word with obvious distaste.

"What are you doing here?" Mikan asked, her eyes still full of ecstasy despite her brother's obvious rage. The rest of the gang had already pulled out earmuffs, in case a dispute occurs.

"You ran out of the house as soon as your friends called you—"

"Hi, You-chan!" the rest of the girls smiled at him, and Mikan threw them a traitorous look.

"—when you promised to drive me to school! I can't find any of my car keys after you hid them from that stupid, childish dare and I was already five minutes late and was stuck on the middle of the street waiting for you and the guards had already closed the gates and were two miles away since you told them to feed your beasts when it's not their responsibility to nurture them!"

"They're not beasts!" Mikan argued vehemently, "They're cute tigers I bought from my African expedition!"

"They tore off my favorite shirt!" Youichi cried, "You call that cute?"

"You left them by the cage!"

"No, I didn't! You left them by the cage when I asked you to stop by the laundry shelter!"

"I did?" Mikan asked blankly, then quickly changed the subject, "How did you get to school anyway?"

"I rode the bus." Youichi grumbled.

"You didn't!"

"I just said I did."

Mikan tried to stop laughing, knowing how her brother hates riding public vehicles, "Look, I'll make it up to you."

"I've heard of that one before…" Youichi mumbled, his arms crossed.

"No, seriously! I'll take you car shopping later. No, scratch that, Mom wants me home by five, you can go car shopping, and it's my treat."

At this, Youichi's raging eyes lost their livid colors and suddenly shone, "Really?"

Mikan smiled and raised her right hand, "I promise over my Jimmy Choo heels."

"Excellent!" Youichi exclaimed, clapping his hands together, "See you later— with the credit card."

"And you might want to get your hands on that new Lexus car!" Mikan called after her brother.

"You seriously mean that?" Anna whispered from across her seat as soon as Youichi was far away.

Mikan rolled her eyes and sliced her steak, "Of course I do. It's either that or risk leaving my wardrobe unprotected. You do not know how much a pain in it is when you have a younger brother infuriated. He once set my Ralph Laurens on fire. It was a totally good thing Louis Vuitton wasn't included."

"I thought he did that when he was eight?" Nonoko asked, confused.

"No, it was Dolce and Gabbana that time."

Misaki shook her head and poked her steak, "I'll never ask for a brother."

"Oh, look." a shrilly voice said, "If it isn't Malibu Barbie."

"Oh, look." Mikan replied without looking up, "If it isn't the Academy's Bitch."

"Excuse me," the voice said, sounding enraged, "If you want to stay in the Academy, you should watch your mouth."

"Sorry, Koizumi," Anna and Nonoko said in unison, "But if you want to attain your A-list name, you shouldn't mess with the daughters of your company's supporters."

Luna, however, was more furious than ever. She grabbed Wakako's canned soda and spilled it all on Mikan's head. The cafeteria was drowned in silence; Mikan had her mouth opened, and screamed, "It was not one of my ambitions to be drowned in soda!"

"Oh, sister, you just start wishing you did not do that." Misaki muttered from her seat. Sumire handed Mikan her phone to her outstretched hand, while both Anna and Nonoko were wiping her now soda-drenched Steve Madden dress. Hotaru was already testing her Baka Gun.

"Emi, send my Calvin Klein." Mikan calmly told the person at the other end of the line. She hung up and returned Sumire's phone then stood up; Anna and Nonoko were slowly stepping away as if she'll explode in any second. Misaki, however, handed her a plate of pasta.

"I warned you not to mess with this Malibu Barbie." she whispered coolly, and dumped the plate on Luna's face. The cafeteria was again deaf by the silence.

"Too bad," Sumire sighed, "I like fettuccine."

With that, Luna stomped off the cafeteria, screaming like a—

"Paranoid chicken." Hotaru mumbled, putting her Baka Gun away, "And I thought I can use the Gun today… again."

"Augh," Mikan groaned, flapping her arms while Misaki wringed her long brown hair.

"You're soaked in coke," a male voice said. This time, all of them looked up, except Mikan who was busying herself with her makeup.

"Great," Mikan moaned, "I can see that, Hyuuga, now why don't you and your little friends run along to some club and do what you always do: be a big jerk."

"God, you've been calling me 'jerk' all day," Natsume grinned, "Is that all you can think of?"

Mikan stood up and ignored him, then walked away from the table and muttering, "First day is Hell day."