Tachibana Higuchi owns Gakuen Alice. Always has and always will.

Chapter one

Mikan yawned as she got out of her bed. She had an annoying habit of waking up early even when it's a Sunday. Instinctively, exactly when the clock ticks 8, she'd be up and going.

She walked into her living room in her black polka-dotted Pj's everything seemed normal; the couch was shabby as always, there were Dorito packets on the floor, there was a gorgeous raven-haired man dressed in a hot black tuxedo, scanning her photo frames on the wall which were of when she travelled alone and the strawberry basket on the table was-

Hold on. Mikan thought to herself, where did the 'gorgeous raven-haired man, dressed in hot black tuxedo,'' come from?

Mikan shot her head up in his direction. "I beg your pardon, but I think trespassing is a crime in this nation."

He turned towards her direction, making his vivid crimson orbs meet her vibrant hazel ones. She rose an eyebrow at the man, waiting for a response.

"Mikan Sakura. Is that not your name?"

"No. " Mikan blatantly lied and shook her head as a reply to his question. Because if there was one thing Mikan had learnt in the length of her life then it was that people who you didn't know never asked your full name as your identity for no reason.

Also, the man looked scary and malevolent.

It reminded her of her terrifying math teacher. Jinni sensei was a sadist in her memory and will always remain to be so.

"Oh really?" The crimson eyed lad arched a brow.

"I'm positive . I didn't even know a person with that name existed." She said, without blinking.

"Alright then." He went over to her table and picked a particular something up.

"Then what exactly is this?" He asked pointedly at the coffee mug on which had been written 'This mug belongs to Mikan Sakura. If you're not the girl in the picture, hands off the mug!' and next to it was a picture of her, wearing casuals and smiling brightly like Christmas had finally come.

Mikan mentally facepalmed. What an idiot she was, he dropped the mug and it shattered when it hit the ground while Mikan flinched at the resonance of the sound and then he continued to advance towards her, his towering figure pinned her to the wall while she nibbled on her lower lip.

It took everything in Mikan to not punch the man because really who the hell did this man think he was? However, something in her instincts told her that was not a wise idea.

"Who are you?" She whispered through her hardened breathing.

"The consequence of the prank call you made last night." He said, lowering the proximity between them.

Mikan blinked twice before breaking off in a laugh. " Oh wait...so you're Natsume?"

Natsume looked at her, surprised at her reaction, it should have been the opposite really. Why was she laughing instead of begging for her life?

"Dude. . . your fiance is damn dumb." Mikan giggled heartily, been a long time since she had a good laugh."Like super dumb."

"She's not my fiance anymore." Natsume stated, bluntly.

"Why not?"

"Because she believed the shit you said."

"Oh sad." She shrugged, nonchalantly. " If you were stupid enough to go after a girl who was that gullible than you deserved whatever was coming at you." Mikan said without any remorse whatsoever and she stared at the man in front of her. "Is that why you're here? To screw me up for ruining your engagement."

"No." Natsume said, coolly. "I'm here to shoot you dead." He said removing a revolver from his pocket and aimed it right at the centre of her head.

Mikan rolled her eyes blasély. Like she ate AK-47's for breakfast and was used to going for Wars in the Atacama desert during vacations. "Honestly, you think I believe that's a real revolver ? Like on an average how many people actually carry guns?"

Natsume narrowed his crimson gaze at the brunette who was standing tall even though she was a head shorter to him, Mikan Sakura huh? He'd show her.

He took an aim on the carpet and shot it without hesitation. The sound of the bullet fell like thunders on Mikan's ear. She widened her eyes while Natsume smirked and put back the revolver in its position, right on her head. A move of assertion to state that he was not joking.

"Whoa, Whoa! Mister Yakuza. . . listen to me, would you?" Mikan said frightened out of her wits. Natsume smirked, conceitedly. And satisfied to finally feed on a glimpse of fear that she showed.

"You have ruined an essential profit for me. Why should I listen to you?"

Mikan gulped, fearing for her life in all literal terms. Honestly, she never knew a prank call could end up so bad, how was she supposed to know that it was a going to be a criminal' s number?

Talk about misfortune gone horrifically wrong. She mused, bitterly.

She looked up to stare at his tantalizing orbs. Okay, Mikan thought inwardly, let's try the most undignified method to not be killed.

She was at crossroads and a decision must be made. At this point, Mikan was dryly aware of her tendencies to get into situations that were hardly needed and called for problems that were completely redundant.

Welp, Mikan murmured in her head, desperate times call for desperate measures.

She took a deep breath before looking at him with what Mikan assumed with a look of desire.

If this doesn't work, Kamisama, Mikan thought strongly, I'll be joining you in heaven soon.

"Shoot." Mikan commanded, defiantly. Hoping he would not take it seriously while Natsume rose an amused brow. "If it's wrong to want a person you deeply desire then shoot."

That caught his attention. Effectively.

"I beg your-" Mikan pushed the gun by her left hand while her right one caught his collar and pulled him into a passionate kiss, intensity seeping electricity to waver over both of their veins, something like forbidden words left unsaid.

She could feel his eyes widen at her bold actions but Mikan was waiting. She waiting for the meticulous moment when his grip on the gun would loosen which would eventually happen. And when it did happened, she snatched it from his hands, pulled away from the kiss and pushed him and then pinned him to the wall.

Natsume was still panting and so was she, "You wouldn't shoot me,darlin'." He told looking darkly at her. To Mikan's utter horror she found an emotion of which she failed to interpret. Almost like. . .like intimacy.

"Try me." She dared him and then distanced herself from him, leaving the warmth of his body. "Now, turn to your right, and you'll find a spare room there. Get inside." She ordered.

"Quite demanding, are we?" Natsume mused, curiously.

"Get inside!"

He got inside the room and Mikan locked the room from outside. Following that she changed into jeans and a black hoodie with a baseball cap.

"You have some neck to do this to me, you know, not many people would." A voice inside the storeroom declared. And just why did he sound so vain?

"Why? Are you some big shot criminal?" Mikan asked tying the black laces of her white converse.

"You'd be surprised."

"Well, then I know exactly what I should do."

Natsume scowled when she said so but widened when she heard her dial a number which was responded to by the Tokyo Police Department.

That Bitch.

"So Mr. Criminal, I hope you will always remember this day when you 'almost' caught the person who ruined a as you said and I quote 'An essential profit' for you. " Mikan spoke before chuckling.

'Honestly,mate, here is a little advice for you, find a chick that won't believe a random prank call." He heard her chortle another giggle as she walked out of the apartment. He kicked the door but much to his dismay it didn't open.

Mikan had taken everything which she needed, since she never had attachments towards anything, it was always easy for her to just leave, without a hindrance.

Maybe that's what she needed in life.

Stability.

And definitely not a Criminal behind her head, hot on her trail.

Maybe, she'd see his name plastered on the newspaper, and she would get 700 million thousand dollars for handing him over. Maybe. But what was his name again? Natsume something .

Mikan stopped for a minute before continuing to drive her black motorcycle. Which she had bought after saving up for straight three years working on her three jobs simultaneously.

Natsume? Shit. Was he Natsume Hyuuga ? The famous Arson criminal wanted for innumerable crimes against both government, vandalism, illegal selling of weaponry and selling of drugs, the list just went on and on.

Mikan whiped her phone out and googled him, sure enough it was his face that popped up as results.

Malevolent crimson orbs.

Cuffs on one of his ear while a earring was hanging on the other.

A tattoo creeping out of his neck.

The same annoyingly conceited smirk.

Yep, definitely him.

'One of the most hottest criminals walking on the surface of the earth, Ladies.

- Comin Langdon'

Mikan looked at the screen of her phone, incredulously. How Comin Langdon had come to that conclusion was beyond her. Okay, maybe he had a look to that face but that was it.

She wore her plain jet black helmet and speeded over when the signal turned green. Getting out of the locality as fast as possible was the only thing she presently wanted.

Mikan was certain it was the last time she'd see him.

But you know what they say about being too sure about anything makes the thing occur twice as much the chances as it normally would.

And of course, it hardly occurred to Mikan that the entire Universe was plotting against her.

I was supposed to be studying. Jeez, so giving up on myself.