Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. (If I did…it wouldn't have ended /cries)

Summary: His crimson irises pierced my thoughts and my struggles rapidly turned weaker and weaker. He smirked at this, and took this time to draw me closer, clutching my waist tightly. I shivered as his breath hit my ear. "Stop struggling already. It's useless. You're mine now, my little bride."

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His Little Bride

Chapter 2: The Meeting

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Some say life is too short to waste.

I disagree.

Life is the longest thing we have. And the only thing we all take for granted.

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The full moon was gleaming on the quiet neighborhood street as a young man carried an unconscious girl outside. A black van was waiting for him at the end of the apartment stairs, its back door opening, as the man got closer. He gently let the body fall onto the blanket that was lain out in the backseat, and nodded at a blond man who hastily ran a cord from the wall of the van and pressed tiny electrical circuits onto the girl's temples. He inspected her body and frowned as his hand gently brushed over her right calf.

"Natsume…did you really have to hurt her? You told me you wouldn't." The blond man said.

The man named Natsume, rolled his eyes and slammed the back door shut before taking the passenger seat. He nodded at the driver who in turn twisted a key and the van rumbled to life.

"It was her own damn fault. I told her I wouldn't hurt her. It's not my fault she locked the door on my face." Natsume finally answered.

The blond man shook his head slightly. "Of course she would do that. A normal girl would if a random man burst into her house and kidnapped her."

Natsume rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the passenger seat. "Whatever Ruka." He closed his eyes. "She did the damage to herself." He paused and touched the pulsing red marks on his forearm. "And to me."

Ruka chuckled at the irritated voice of the man in front and brushed his fingers through the silky brunette hair of the woman lying in front of him. "What'd this one do to you?"

Natsume growled. "She clawed me damn it. You should have told me she had damn nails."

"Of course she'd have nails Natsume. Everyone does."

"Not sharp ones. She drew blood that idiot."

Ruka smiled slightly and tucked a strand of hair behind the ear of the said woman. "I told you she'd fight back and to be prepared." He turned to look at the raven-haired man. "But I'll look at those claw marks later."

"Whatever. Just wake me up when we get there."

"Sure." Ruka looked at the pale face below him. Her small, light pink lips were open slightly as shallow breaths escaped out. Her eyes were closed displaying her long set of lashes, and she had a small, narrow nose, with slightly pink cheeks. Although she was asleep, Ruka knew her chocolate orbs would complete her beautiful features. His thumb unconsciously traced against her smooth skin. "She really is a pretty one."

"Hands off Ruka." Red orbs opened and looked to the back of the van. Natsume smirked, his eyes glowing with mischief. "She's mine."

"Yeah yeah. I know. Go back to sleep." Ruka muttered. He shook his head while smiling to himself. He grabbed the extra blanket that was next to him and placed it over the barely clothed girl in front of him. He sighed before closing his eyes to rest.

I really hope this girl survives.

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The sound of a moving vehicle.

Voices talking.

Hands pressed against me.

Heat all around.

More voices.

Being carried.

Soft surface.

I can't. I'm drifting. I'm—

My eyes cracked open and a bright light flooded my vision. I shut my eyes instantly and let out a soft groan, my throat feeling dry and stiff. I tried to open them again, preparing myself mentally for the light. I squinted and saw that it was coming from a large window. Where the hell am I?

Thoughts suddenly burst through my mind as images of a man covering my mouth and attacking me ran throughout my memories. The drowsiness I had felt suddenly vanished and I sat up quickly from the bed I was on. My head instantly started pounding and I squeezed my eyes shut from the vast amount of pain that was swirling in my brain. What is happening to me? I took deep breaths and opened my eyes again to look at my surroundings.

I was on a large bed in a small plain white room. A window to the right that covered most of the wall. An empty black bookshelf right beside me and a night stand on the other side. There was a small section, to which I assumed was a bathroom and closet to the left of me. And right next to it, was a door. It looked to be like a hotel room of some sort.

The headache finally started to cease and I lifted the covers off of me. I shivered at the sudden coldness and looked down to realize I was only in my undergarments.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

The door on my left quickly opened and a blond man came rushing in. "What? What happened?"

We locked eyes for a second before I screamed again, grabbing the covers to conceal my body. "Who the hell are you! What am I doing here? What'd you do to me!" I took a pillow from the bed and threw it at the man who was walking toward me. I screamed again.

"Please Miss Sakura. Calm down." I threw more pillows at him. Damn…this bed has a lot of pillows.

The blond man brushed off the soft plushy objects as it hit him and walked toward the edge of my bed.

I wrapped the covers closer around me and pressed my back against the bed frame, trying my best to leave as much distance from myself and this man in front of me. "Don't…come any closer." I threatened, raising my last pillow out in front of me.

The blond man sighed and placed his hands in the hair, stopping his movements. "I won't. Please Miss Sakura. Calm down. I won't do anything to you."

Not do anything to me my butt. I inspected the man in front of me. He was dressed in a button up blue shirt, and black khaki pants. His blond hair was his most prominent feature, but even though I hate to admit it, he was handsome. He had light blue eyes that went along with his fair face, a high bridge nose, and muscular shoulders. He, however, did not look like that man from last night. I narrowed my eyes. "How do you know my name? And who the hell are you? Why am I here?"

The blond man, still with his arms up in the air, smiled slightly and moved his body. I glared at him and he shook his arms in the air. "I'm just going to sit on the edge of the bed to make myself comfortable, Miss Sakura. Only that I swear." I pursed my lips but nodded my head slowly. He gingerly sat at the edge of the bed and looked at me once more, as if asking whether or not to leave his hands in the air. I nodded my head again and he let his arms fall and rolled his shoulders. He placed his hands in his lap and smiled.

"First off, good morning Miss Sakura. My name is Ruka."

I glared at him. "Why am I here? And how do you know me?"

The man, Ruka gave off another small smile and looked at me. "Well…what do you remember from last night?"

I clutched the pillow around me and buried my chin into the soft plush, making sure to keep my eyes on him for any sudden movements. "I was in my living room. A man came and—and covered my mouth. I hurt him, and ran to my bedroom. He broke down the door and made me smell something…" I shook my head and shut my eyes, trying to get the fear I had experienced out of mind.

Ruka lifted his hand as if he was going to comfort me but stopped short and placed his hand down in his lap again. "Did the man say anything to you?"

I pursed my lips and thought back. He…did say something. "I think it was like…'I'll be his bride.'" You're mine now, my little bride. You're mine now, my little bride. You're mine now, my little bride. I squeezed my eyes shut as the memory of his cold voice shattered throughout my head.

Ruka chuckled and turned to me. "Well…there's your answer as to why you're here."

I turned to him. "What…does that even mean?"

Ruka tilted his head to the right in thought before speaking. "You're to become his wife."

"I get that part. What I don't get is why?" I said.

Ruka pursed his lips. "I'm not too sure if I should be the one to explain your situation."

My hands clenched the pillow tighter. "I…" I bit my lip as unshed tears entered my eyes. "I need to know. Why am I here? I don't want to be here." I said, my voice cracking at the end.

Ruka sighed and stared at me solemnly. "I apologize Miss Sakura. I truly," he paused and shook his head. "Truly sorry."

He let me cry in silence then. In a way, I knew I couldn't blame this Ruka man. And I was glad I wasn't dead, but I didn't even know where I was. Why the hell was I half-naked? And who even kidnapped me.

"Where…" Ruka turned to look at me.

"Hmm?"

"Where is…he?" I said, looking down at my fingers.

Ruka raised his brows in confusion but let out an "oh" after a few seconds. He smiled. "He should be in his room right now."

I nodded my head slowly and twiddled my thumbs together. Ruka looked at me. "He…isn't a bad guy, Miss Sakura."

I scoffed. "Right. A kidnapper is never a bad guy." I said sarcastically.

Ruka chuckled. "He really isn't. If you let him explain his situation I'm sure—"

"Let him explain?" I interjected. "There's nothing he can say to me that makes his actions right." I felt anger boiling up inside of me. "He kidnapped me! From my own home. Nothing about him makes him a good person, Ruka." I spat.

Ruka let out a sigh and moved his hand to touch the edge of my foot. I flinched at the sudden action and he immediately moved his hand back to his lap. "I know you have a lot of anger inside of you because of this but—"

"Stop with the buts. There are no damn buts in this situation. I have every right to be angry!" I said, my voice rising. "You…" I pointed at him. "You and your stupid buddy stole me from my house in the middle of the night and you seriously expect me to actually listen to your guy's side of the story?" I let out a huff. "Really?"

"Please, don't let your anger rule your thinking."

"My anger?" I glared at the man in front of me, who's starting to irritate the hell out of me. "How about I make someone kidnap you and let's see if your anger rules your damn thinking?" I shouted at him and he flinched at my tone.

"And what the hell is going on in here?"

We both turned our heads as the door on my left opened to reveal a tall man.

The same man that broke into my house.

I screamed.

He narrowed his eyes at this and walked over to the side of my bed. "Will you shut up already?" My kidnapper glared at me but smirked. "Annoying Polka dots."

Polka dots? What the— I looked down and screamed again, throwing the last pillow I had at my kidnapper. He brushed it off like it was nothing. Why the hell are pillows so soft?

"I said shut up Polka. You're gonna wake up the entire city." He continued, reaching over to grab my hands, using one arm to pin them against the headboard.

"Get away from me!" I yelled, kicking my legs underneath the sheets. My kidnapper smirked before climbing on top of the bed and hovering over me. His knees were on placed on top of my legs while his torso was inches above mine.

My hands were shaking as his body lingered over mine. I turned my head away; his face inching closer. "Look at me." He finally said.

I pursed my lips together and refused to move my head, wiggling slightly at the uncomfortable position we were in. His right hand was still holding my arms on the headboard, keeping my arms from moving, and his body was on top of mine to keep me from kicking.

"I said, " He grabbed my cheeks and jerked my head to turn my face toward his. "Look at me."

Tears streamed from my eyes as I finally looked at him. Now that it was daylight, I could finally see what my kidnapper really looked. Like I had assumed, he was handsome. Same chiseled jaw, lightly tanned skin, shaggy raven- hair. He was tall, maybe 6 feet as he towered over my 5 feet 4 inch body. And he was muscular, so I knew he wasn't even using half his strength to pin me to this bed. His red orbs however, looked the same as they did last night. Blood red. Menacing. I shivered faintly.

"Now shut the hell up Polka. Start listening to me now or I'll make sure to do something to you that you won't like." I saw his eyes traveling to my chest and I squirmed underneath his grasp.

"No!" I jerked my head away from his grasp. "Get off of me you damn perverted bastard!" I shouted.

He smirked and grabbed my face again. He seemed to stare at my lips before speaking again. "You're a pretty one even with your annoying voice. Too bad you were unconscious when I stripped you down."

My eyes widened at the comprehension of his words and I screamed again, writhing underneath his weight.

"Natsume…stop torturing her. She went through enough already."

My kidnapper turned his head and rolled his eyes at Ruka who had just spoken. He flicked me on the head before getting off of me. "Whatever."

My hands shook as I grabbed the comforter and covered it against my chest. I turned to Ruka, who seemed to be the only one that cared. "Please…I don't want to be here. I want to go home." I cried.

Ruka walked over, pushing my kidnapper aside and gently brushed my matted hair down. I winced at his touch. "I'm sorry Miss Sakura. But you can't."

I jerked away from his light touches and wrapped my arms around my chest. My kidnapper, Natsume was it?, rolled his bloody red eyes before grabbing something from the closet.

"Like I said listen to me now or face the consequences. Now shower and get dressed." My kidnapper muttered, completely ignoring my pleas. A set of clothes was thrown at me. I picked up the satin cloth and I looked at him.

"What is this?"

"Clothes stupid. The bathroom is over there. Hurry up. We have a busy day today." He turned around and started walking back to the door that led him into this room.

"Busy day?" I murmured, looking at Ruka.

Ruka nodded at me. "Yes. We're going to visit—"

"We're visiting my parents. So hurry up and get ready ugly. You need it." My kidnapper interrupted.

Ruka smiled at me, before walking out of the room. My kidnapper let Ruka aside before pausing at the doorframe, turning to stare at me.

I could have sworn I saw a tinge of guilt in his red eyes, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced with a glare, so I wasn't too sure. "And whatever you do Polka." He smirked. "You're mine now. Don't forget that."

He then walked out of the room.

Leaving me and my tears behind.

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A/N: Boom. There it is again. Review?