Chapter 1 Desperate Measures

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Authors Note: Welcome to my first Gakuen Alice Fan Fiction. This chapter is rated T for Mild Violence and Language.

There will be more than 1 romantic pairing in this, because it is a comedy/action/love story. Many of the love scenes will be rated MA and will not be suitable for younger readers.

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It had been 6 long years since Mikan had escaped Alice Academy with her mother. They had briefly, but happily lived, going from place to place until they settled in a small rural town. This was a town that they had not thought was reachable. The roads were sand, the kind of sand that goes on for miles, and makes you see a mirage. The concept of an Alice hadn't even been brought to this small village. People, who had them, used them willingly, just for the pure freedom of it. They were considered somewhat special, but nothing more. It had become a way of life for this small village. Some nights, like that fateful night, the stars would shine so brightly it almost hurt to look at them. They were a blinding white light that burnt itself onto one's eyes, making you happy just to be alive. The wind in this town would howl, making music with the tumbleweeds and sand shadows dance upon the night. Oh, if only she had known how utterly futile it was to actually live in peace.

Shortly after her 17th birthday, Mikans mom had met a man. In all appearances he was a kind, gentle man. He was one that no one thought ill of, and many would invite into their homes. He acted humble, but Mikan knew everyone was just blind. From the first time she had met him she could feel his aura like vines, wanting to strangle and suffocate the very life out of her. She had stayed continuously wary of him, but her mother had fallen heedlessly and uncharacteristically in love with him. Yuka said that he reminded her of Mikan's father when they had been young, but Mikan just couldn't see it. Every red light in her head went off just being around him. It was as if she was a bug caught in a spider's intricately woven web, and if she struggled she would be devoured. Mikan had watched that man and seen the calculating cruelty in his eyes, the way he was just a little bit more rough then he needed to be, making people dance to his every whim without them realizing it. Mikan tried to warn her mother about him, but it was to no avail. Her mother had become instantly angry and accused her of being jealous.

After that, Mikan had always felt that she should have realized what was going to happen that night. This was the night that almost all of the stars in her world went out. It was like a strong wind in a room full of candles, each flickering and then dyeing out at the end. Just like the flames of her mother's spirit had been snuffed out by this man. Mikan had watched, and tracked him back to being a clone of the Elementary School Principal's, but knew her mother would never have believed her. For 5 grueling months Mikan had kept watch on them each night. She had drilled a strategically placed hole in the thin sheeted wall that separated the bedroom into two rooms. From that hole she watched as that detested man lay on top of her mother, acting if nothing was out of the ordinary. Mikan's senses were heightened. She could hear the wind soaring through the night, and the small oasis birds retreating to their nests, as the crickets suddenly chirped furiously. Her eyes and senses were burning; her thin bed sheet was rough against her sweat drenched skin. It was then, that she could smell it, the sweet coppery and slightly tangy scent of blood. As the blood hit her nose she looked closer at what was before her, and realized in horror that she had been too late. Her mother's blood dripped to the ground in small life consuming drops. The trickles intensifying with a dizzying speed, and a crimson red puddle appeared on the side of the bed. Mikan looked up to see the twisted and triumphant visage of the clone. There was blood smeared across his face and hands.

He was whistling happily and cleaning up. She could hear and sense the splash of bleach on their hard stone floor. Mikan knew what she had to do, but she knew she would have to be as quiet as possible. In a blurred haze, slowly and surely Mikan packed her meager belongings. She still had several of the Alice stones her friends had given her, along with the ones her mother had entrusted her with for safe keeping. Her poor beloved mother had always told her to be prepared for a worse case scenario, and she couldn't think of one that called for this type of preparation more. Mikan quietly extracted all of the items Hotoru had sent to her over the years, especially the communicator. When Mikan was somewhere safe she would use it to call whoever still had theirs close. She packed her small amount of clothes in the one bag that she had, and tied the stones and communicator around her waist. She knew she would have to keep a cool head, no matter how much her heart was ripping in two. She could feel her world falling down around her, but there was nothing she could do about it, but escape. Mikan would never be able to come back to this place, the place she had called home the longest aside from the academy. She looked out of the window once more and saw the darkness becoming dawn, and knew it was time to leave. She called in to her Mothers room, to that detestable man and told him she was going out to get the morning water. He still didn't know that she had witnessed her own mother's murder in cold blood, but he would eventually when he noticed her stuff was all gone.

Mikan knew she had to get away and fast. She walked down the small desert road, past the well, and all of the structures she had come to love. Tears had finally found her eyes, the salt of them mixing with the desert and making her sight burn in agony. She felt it as she left his barrier; the small one that he kept around the town, and knew that he could come running soon. She wasn't about to give him enough time. Silently she held on to the teleportation Alice stone her mother had given her, and directed it to take her to the safest place possible. She concentrated hard and suddenly the air around her started to swirl. She could see him coming in the distance, but it was too late now. Her entire world started to shift and sparkle and she was rendered from one place of existence to the next.

When she tried to open her eyes for the first time she couldn't, it was as if her body was in a state of shock, and she couldn't remember why. She silently eased her muscles out of the cramped position she was laying in and then the memories started to flow back to her. She realized why it felt so cold where she was, and why none of the noises around her were familiar. She shuddered, and was finally able to open her eyes; they had been almost caked together with tears and sand. She noticed a bucket of water with a wash rag next to it, and took a moment to clean up her face. She stared around the room she was in wonder. The walls were a deep shade of crimson; it was almost as if the entire room was on fire. Panicked because she wasn't sure how she had gotten to this particular place, she reached for the stones in her belt, only to realize they weren't there. In fact hardly anything was there; she wasn't even in her own clothing. She sat down hard, fear bubbling in her stomach as she heard the sounds of a shower coming from the other room. In a numb haze she listened as the water stopped, and the door opened.

The sight that met her was not what she had expected. Her mouth went dry as she took him in. his body was sculpted muscle, slightly on the thin side, showing small wear from illness over the years. His skin was the bronze of a god. She had started at his feet, to scared to look up and see who it was. He had a creamy white towel wrapped around his waist that emphasized his bronzed skin. She could see the old scars of lash marks from a bean whip, and as she looked further up she saw the muscled arms, use to vigorous work outs, and an almost fragile seeming neck, that's pulse was beating so fast it was if the wings of a dozen mocking birds where brushing against his throat. Finally she swallowed hard and looked at his face, the hard lines softened in shock, his black blue hair flowing only slightly past his ears, still in the spikes he had loved from childhood.

The one thing about him that had always stood out the most was his eyes, and those especially tonight were no exception. This was the first time she had looked into them in almost 9 years. They were crimson, like the walls and the decorations in the room, speckled with the black of his irises. They were full of an emotion she couldn't recognize, and in that instance she remembered that they were both sitting there, wearing hardly anything. She, a refugee, and he in this place that seemed so familiar but odd to her. His eyes seethed with unanticipated emotion as he bent and took her into his arms. She uttered his name once... Natsume, and then began to cry. She cried harder than she had thought possible, while he sat there and held her, whispering sweet nothings to her and gently kissing her hair and the top of her head. He rocked her back and forth as she told him the story of what had happened, and how she had ended up here. As she ran dry of words, her body finally ran out of energy again, and nestled upon his chest, she fell asleep against the most unlikely of places, the chest of her childhood problems.

She woke up to a feeling that she hadn't had in a long time. She could feel soft luxurious covers piled on top of her. These covers and the mattress below her were the only warmth she could feel. It was almost as if last night she had cried herself out of existence. She gradually became aware of another set of eyes staring at her. Instantly alert she looked for the source, and there he was. The kindness of the eyes from last night gone, replaced with the normal coldness that he had always shown her.

"Good morning monkey girl, is your lazy ass done sleeping in my bed now?" he said. Outraged and forgetting that she had nothing on but a loose fitting t-shirt that was apt to fall off of her shoulders she screamed back at him "If you didn't want me to sleep here, you shouldn't have put me in this damn bed in the first place jackass". Smirking he replied "Get out of my bed and take a shower, you smell like the underside of a bears ass." After that he got up and walked out of the room without even waiting for an answer. Still muttering obscenities to herself about how much of an arrogant prick he was, she got out of the bed. First she hunted for a towel, and then entered the bathroom. In the bottom of her stomach she could feel the familiarity of the place, and as she took her place in the shower she realized exactly where she was. Somehow she had managed to get herself back into Alice Academy. She should have realized as soon as she had seen him in his uniform. It was the uniform that only the students from there could wear. She let the hot water hiss over her head, as she luxuriated in its warmth. She found some soap, it smelled just like him, but of course it would, seeing as how it was his soap. Mikan didn't even care anymore. She scrubbed the smell of blood and death from her skin, along with the grim of countless years of sand. This was the first time, in a long time she had had a proper shower, and not just a wooden tub to bathe in.

She got out of the shower and gently toweled herself off. Over the years her body had made some astonishing changes she reflected as she looked in the full length mirror in the bathroom. Her body now made sweet curves, no longer the childish angles that it had once made, and her breasts were not the size of ripe melons, filling up a C cup perfectly. She brushed out her long brown and honey colored hair, and for once decided to leave it down. Today she had the feeling she would be starting over. Shoved by fear and exile into a life she had though she had left behind forever.

As she walked out of the bathroom she found a note. This note was in Hotaru's handwriting however. Seeing this, her heart just about stopped from happiness. Hotaru had always been her friend. That must have been who had changed her clothes for her last night she thought in relief. Sighing at the briefness of the note Mikan did as instructed by the note. "Mikan put on the uniform. You have already been re-enrolled. Your former status as a one start has been up to Special though. Your own room will be appointed to you later on today. Please put on the uniform and meet us down in the cafeteria.

The note wasn't even signed, though it didn't really need to be, she of course already knew who it was from. Gingerly she put on he new uniform over the under things someone had taken out of her bag for her, smiling when she had to leave the top two buttons undone because it was just a bit too small. Someone had underestimated her growth. Snickering to herself she let herself out of the room and walked down the stairs, eager to greet the people waiting for her in the eating area.

As she walked down the stairs and entered the Cafeteria, she took in a deep breath and started to take into account what and who she could see, leaving herself temporarily at a loss for words at the vision that greeted her.

So! How did you guys like the first Chapter. I am already eagerly working on chapter 2 in hopes that everyone has liked chapter 1. Chapter 2 will be released soon dependant upon reviews and the total number of visitors that look at the first chapter. I will try to update a few times a week if possible, it may end up being just once a week though, with arts college and full time work. I hope everyone has been enjoying so far! Can't wait to hear your feedback!

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