AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, people! I have a new fanfic here!! Hopefully it won't be too dreadful. :) This story is entitled "The Secret Identity of Mikan Sakura". Oh by the way, this is the sequel of "True Friends", mmk? Hope you like it!! If you're willing to read this story, read "True Friends" first, mmk? Thank you. Oh, aand they DON'T have alices here. Just ordinary people without powers and all that stuffs. So yea, ugh.. I guess that's it. Enjoy this fanfic and rate and reviews please! Thanks :)Enjoy! Thank you!
WARNING: Do NOT read if you haven't read the story "True Friends"! Oh and some characters might be OOC.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Gakuen Alice and the song lyrics in further chapters!
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SPECIAL THANKS TO: Youichiix33 for being the first one to review! Please enjoy the story!
Summary: This is the sequel of the oneshot story of True Friends. DO NOT read if you haven't read that story, mmk? Mikan Sakura is now the top 2 celebrity star all over America following by Sakura Nezumi. She got tired of her Hollywood life and decided to disguise herself and go to another country to go to a normal school. But what school? Uh-oh. After transferring to THAT school, she somehow remembers that she used to have a penpal at the country where she now lives in. Will she ever find her pen pal? Or will it be just a coincidence? Read and find out!
The Secret Identity of Mikan Sakura - Chapter 1
written by: Kristine0926
Mikan's P.O.V.
Movies stars, celebrities and famous people don't always get along. It's true! You can't believe everything you hear during interviews on Access Hollywood. When a star is asked about her costar, she'll gush about how the two are best buds who go to the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf every Saturday morning after Ashtanga yoga for a fat-free vanilla Ice Blended. The truth is they probably haven't seen each other outside work in six months. Celebrities will say anything for good publicity.
How do I know? You've probably already guessed. I'm one of them. One of Teen People's "25 Hottest Stars Under 25." Number six on Entertainment Weekly's "It List." And, unfortunately , I'm as guilty as anyone of the secret I just shared.
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Of course I've lied before. I mean, who hasn't? But they were small lies. White lies. Lies that wouldn't hurt anyone, and that no one even really knew were lies. Like when I told my friend Samantha last last last year at the third-grade dance that no one could see her underwear through her dress, even though everyone totally could, especially when the revolving lights passed over where we were standing.
Anyways, now, I'm a seventh-grader. I don't think I'll lie anymore.. Well, it's just a maybe. As I was saying I'm as guilty as anyone of the secret I just shared. I mean who wou-..
End of Mikan's P.O.V.
"Miiiiiiikkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaannnn!" a 16 year old boy just shouted, interrupting her little brunette sister's explanation dream.
As soon as the celebrity brunette heard that, she shouted back, "Moouuu! Nii-chan! Be quiet!". She then covered her body with the bed blanket again.
The 16 year old boy, Tsubasa Sakura (Mikan's big brother),entered his little sister's room and dragged her down to the floor next her bed.
"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! Gawd, nii-chan! You didn't have to go to my room! Aaaaaaah! What're you doing in here!" the brunette shouted as she covered her body with the bed blanket. After all, she was just wearing undies and a thin breezy tank top, which is that you can see her undergarments a.k.a bras. o.O
"Don't make me laugh!" Tsubasa said as he rubbed the top of Mikan's head. "It's not like I'm going to see anything on you."
Mikan blushed. How dare him! To say that he is not going to see anything on her? She's now 13 and a half! (A/N: Oh-kay?) She then grabbed a soft yet large pillow and started hitting her big brother. "Get out of here, you stupid pervert!"
"Oh-kay, oh-kay!" Tsubasa shouted as he was trying to block Mikan's hits but couldn't.
Finally, her big brother was gone.. She felt relief deep inside.
Mikan's P.O.V.
Stupid big brother! Why can't I have a little privacy.. Hmm.. Oh NO! I'm late for the interview!
I quickly race into my bathroom to brush my teeth with my Han Solo toothbrush.
After several minutes, I spit out the toothpaste and dash over to my walk-in closet to find something to wear. I'm totally a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of girl when I'm not working, but since today is a business thing, I settle on my vintage tweed blazer and green suede size 9 Pumas. I think they make my feet look smaller. Which is a good thing since my younger brother Youichi calls me "Bigfoot".
I ushered myself out of the bedroom door and down the spiral stair case, into our family room.
"Don't blame me," Nii-chan mutters. "Mom is your manager. She's the one who sets your schedule." Nii-chan opens his mouth to say something else, but stops. Mom entered the room in her tennis whites and a blue PB&J Couture hoodie.
"Sweetie, you're up. I was just going to wake you," she says, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. Mom's birth certificate says she's forty, but looking at her, you wouldn't think she's a day over thirty-five. She sometimes gets mistaken for my older sister. She loves when that happens.
"Not when Nii-chan didn't woke me up!" I said looking at my big brother with a death glare. He was now listening to music while looking at himself in the mirror.
"I was thinking," my mom beings, towering over me. She grabs a clump of my naturally brunette hair.
"When Paul does your hair today, tell him not to pull it back," she says, eyeing that strands closely.
"I also want you to promise me that you'll at least try on some couture stuff," mom continued. "It makes you look more grown up and sophisticated. That's how you get the older roles, sweetie. Look older."
"I'm thirteen and a half, mom." I said as I untangle myself from her and make my way into our spacious kitchen.
A few hours later..
Big stars get a lot of free stuff. Small stars get zippo. Okay, maybe they get a small discount or a free handbag now and then, but not often. This secret has no logic, I know. Once you can afford things, free stuff starts showing up at your publicist's office on a daily basis. Anyways, let's go on to the interviews:
"What's your favorite thing to wear on your day off?" one reporter asked me as she put her mike thingamajig close to me.
"My Princess Leia t-shirt with cut-off green sweatpants. I find green soothing." I replied in a very energetic voice to make them NOT notice that I was bored.. Bored to death that is.
Q: "What did you spend your first paycheck on?" another reported asked.
A: "When I was seven, I bought a massive trampoline for our backyard."
Q: "How much is your current handbag?"
A: "I splurged on thousand-dollar cream canvas and green leather Prada bowler bags for my friend and me -- but I had to ask my mom's permission first."
..and so on.
After a few hours, by eleven-thirty we've hit every department in the store. For the final shot, a celebrity guy gets the group of girl following us to pose for a picture of me "leaving" with dozens of Fred Segal bags. Most of the bags were actually mine since my mom kept trying to give me anything I said was cute, including a pair of funky banana-yellow pumps.
Once I've signed autographs and posed for pictures, I finally finish my interview. Phew! I felt relief deep inside me.
The following day..
My co-star, Yuki, is waiting on our usually rickety wooden booth in the back of A Slice of Heaven when my guardian and I arrive at 4:15. As we weave through the crowded tables, I pull my Dodgers cap down low so that no one recognizes me. Not that I don't stick out like a sore thumb with an intimidating dude trailing me everywhere I go. My co-star sees us coming and taps her watch.
"Sorry." I cringe as I slide into the booth. "Big bro and I got stuck on Robertson."
"Autographs?" my co-star asks knowingly.
"Camera guys," Nii-chan explains throughout a mouthful of pepperoni. Hey, how'd you get that? "They were like a swarm of wasps."
"It's no wonder. You're big news this week, Mikan," my co-star, Yuki, offers, her long-lashed brown eyes sparkling. "You've been spotted all over town crying over losing Sora Nezumi over Azumi Nadeshiko." She grabs my worn hat and yanks it up to examine my annoyed expression. "I don't see any tears though." She laughs, her curly dark brown hair swinging.
"Cute," I commented sarcastically. "Very cute. Can we order something? I'm starving."
"Sorry. I couldn't resist. Dad had the new Hollywood Nation in the bathroom." I continued.
"Did you use it as a toilet paper?" Nii-chan takes another large bite oozing with cheese.
"I'll have to try that." Yuki grins, then spies something behind us and whistles loudly. "Now that's what I call service!"
Several weeks later..
"I'm sure we can come up with a killer disguise!" I look at her hopefully. "You could help me!"
"You're delusional." Yuki shakes her head.
"You're missing the point!" I said as I slide a pizza pan out of the way and grab Yuki by both arms, trying to shake the stubbornness out of her.
"What? That you're committing career suicide?" Yuki frowns. "Besides, your parents said you have to shoot a movie this summer."
"I don't want to act this summer," I remind her, trying not to whine. "I want some time to think. School would be that real break I need from Azumi and Hollywood. I need this, Yuki. The press tour won't bother me so much if I have school as a distraction. And then when school is over, and my press stuff is done, I would be refreshed for the new season of FA. Maybe Azumi wouldn't get me so much if I didn't have to deal with her for a while."
She rubs her temples. I think I'm giving her a migraine.
"Yuki?" I say quietly. "Say something."
"Ugh... FINE." She slams her hands down on the table, almost toppling my soda. "I think you're crazy but I'll help you."
I jump up and give her a huge hug, practically knocking her over. We both started laughing wildly, causing the people at the booths around us to stare.
"Besides," I hear a muffled voice as I squeeze her tightly, "I'm the least of your problems. You've got to break the news to your parents first."
Oh yeah. I forgot about that part. I let go of my bestfriend, Yuki, and nervously start biting my lower lip.
"You can do it." Yuki changes her tune. "You've just got to find the right time and place to tell them."
"You mean somewhere public where they can't kill me," I commented wryly.
(A/N: LOL.)
"You know where you have to tell them then." She grins. "At your premiere."
I look at her like she's crazy, but then I quickly realize she's right. The premiere party will be loud, so reporters won't overhear us talking, and we'll be around people so my parents can't cause a big scene. I stare at Yuki with awe, "You're brilliant, do you know that?"
"I can't believe it took you so long to realize that yourself." She slides over the garlic knot basket. "Now take a knot to celebrate your first step towards independence."
I grab the garlic-y dough out of the greasy basket and happily take a huge bite. For once, I don't worry about what mom would think.
After pizza, I call mom and tell her I'm sleeping over at Yuki's house. I am so excited that I want to get right to work on my "major downgrade," as Yuki is referring to my makeunder. So far we've decided three things. I jot them down on my Sidekick.
(A/N: Hint hint: Sidekick, LOL. It's not the word 'sidekick' for heroes or anything in common.. If you don't know what a Sidekick is. I'll tell you know.. It's a T-mobile phone called T-Mobile Sidekick 3™, mmk? Search it on google if you want to know what it looks like.)
Saturday 2/21
NOTES TO SELF ABOUT DISGUISE:
1. Rubber masks rock (Perfect example: Robin Williams in Mrs. Doubtfire. Sadly, they won't work for me. All that latex and glue would be horribly uncomfortable, not to mention too hard to rip off if I had to outrun the paparazzi.
2. New threads and a big hat are not good disguise. What I really need is a good wig, colored contact lenses, and a cool accent.
3. There is no way mom and dad will let me go to school solo, so I guess my guardian brother could go with me.
At the premiere..
"Mikan, look over here," one cameraman yells.
"Give us a big smile, Mikan." another calls out.
"Hey, Mikan, where's Sora?" someone hollers, trying to drown out the dozen other paparazzo screaming for me to turn one way, then the other.
After the premiere..
"Take deep breaths." Yuki puts a firm hand on my shoulder as we're ushered inside the after-party. I exhale slowly. Okay, I think I'm ready to do this..
Actually, I lied. I want to throw up!
"Mom, dad, Now's the perfect time to talk." I said as I looked around to see if there's anymore people left.
After three minutes..
"Sweetie, you're just tired." mom said. "You don't need to change your hiatus plans. We have you a week off before your press starts. That's plenty of time!"
"It's not that, mom." I look her in the eye. I pause and glance at Nii-chan and dad. "I need some time to do what I want to do this hiatus; otherwise I'll get burnt out"
"You're not getting burnt out." Nii-chan cuts me off. "Are you?"
"I will be if you keep pushing me like this." I'm surprised at the confident sound on my own voice. I glanced at Yuki. She nods her red head for me to keep going. "You guys can't decide everything for me. This is my career and I think the best thing for it right now, will all this tabloid garbage and stuff with Azumi, is to take a breather."
"A breather is the code for retirement!" Mom gasps, clutching her chest. "You're not thinking or retiring, are you?"
"I'm not retiring," I say firmly. "I'm just taking two months off to.." Nii-chan chokes on his Scotch and coughs explosively.
"Go to school," I finish.
Everyone is quiet. Glasses clink as a waiter brings over a tray with Mikan Colas. Mom grabs the Russian military officer's arm. "I'll have a sour apple martini. Make that two."
Dad blinks, "School? But.. you study already. You have a tutor."
"No, dad, I mean a real school." I corrected him. "With classrooms and other kids. Not Sakurano-sensei and me perched in my dressing room summarizing evolution. I want a chance to be an ordinary teenager. I want to see what it's like to have homeroom, school dances, and gym class."
"And what are you going to do?" Nii-chan snorts. "Just walk into the school and say, 'Hi, I'm Mikan Sakura, I'd like to enroll here for a few months?'"
Mom moans.
"That's right." Dad bellows. "You'd be too much of a distraction to the other students, Mikan, sweetie."
"Shh!" Yuki hisses, glancing around suspiciously.
"I already thought about that." I squeeze Yuki's hand for support. "That's why I'm not enrolling as myself."
"Mikan, don't be silly." Mom hesitated. "Just because you change your name, it doesn't mean people won't recognize you."
"Don't even say it! Don't even think it!" Maika shouted crazily. She seems to have forgotten where we are. And Maika never forgets that she's at an exclusive Hollywood party. "If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, it's suicide!"
I ignored her for the first time ever. "Everyone: I'm going to go to school in disguise."
"What? What's she talking about?" Our dad asked nii-chan.
"Beats me," Nii-chan mutters, and reaches for a mini fillet Mignon and crispy bread.
My mom narrows her sparkling eyes at Maika and Yuki. "Did you two put her up to this?"
We talked for 15 minutes and finally, my parents agreed.
"But if you get the audition and the movie, you leave school. Got it?" Mom ordered.
I can't believe it.. It's really happening! I turn to Yuki.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" I whispered.
"Nothing, it's Saturday," she whispered back. "Why?"
"We're going shopping." I can't stop smiling. "I need a whole new wardrobe for my new school!"
--End of Chapter 1--
NOTES:
So.. What do you guys think about it? Rate and review please:)
Oh my gawd! Natsume and the gang won't be on the next chapter which is chapter 2 but will be on chapter 3!!
Thanks for the people who is reviewing. Thank you very much! I'll try to update as soon as possible, mmk?
Oh, and have a wonderful spring break or for those who are in the Philippines, have a wonderful summer!
Oh oh, and for the graduating people, good luck! Too bad I ain't going to graduate into highschool YET unlike my friends back in the Philippines. Sigh. Anyways, rate and reviews please!
Song requests or suggestions by any artists are appreciated! Just say the title and the artist/band, mmk? Arigatou gozaimasu!
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Mikan: Yeeeeeyyyy!
Kristine: I'm glad your happy.
Hotaru: Oi, who is that idiot-looking face, over there? She looks familiar.
Kristine: You talkin' to me? LOL. (Oops! Gotta do this fast! I won't let Hotaru notice that she IS her old bestfriend.!!)
Hotaru: (Death glaring at the suspicious author..)
Kristine: Anyways, next chapter..
All: "It's Makeover Time!"
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