Canon Rock
By: BloodyRozze
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"She's cool and she's cruel,
But she knows what she's doing,
Knows just what to say so my whole day's ruined…"
-Click Five-
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"Shit." Mikan grunted as she massaged her aching butt.
For the first time in her life, she rode in the economy class. Where the seats were practically as hard as stone, and were so compressed she could smell the fat guy on her right's sweaty armpits. The stewardesses were either reading some Cosmopolitan mag, or flirting with some appealing guy rather than paying attention to people who truly need their help. And when she made a quick trip to the bathroom…uh….can't even talk about what it looked like.
"I'm gonna sue that airlines." She mumbled.
Mikan got her luggage and searched for her cousin, Hotaru Imai, or maybe since she'll be part of their family from now on, her sister, or anything close to that.
She waited and searched for her for around 45 minutes, and with an exasperated sigh, she saw her.
There across the vast marble floors was Hotaru Imai, calmly drinking her cappuccino in some café.
She marched towards her, annoyed.
"Hotaru, you could at least tell me where you were!" She said irritated and placed her heavy luggage down.
"I left my phone." She replied.
"Then why can't you stand right there like all those people while raising a paper with my name on it."
"I'll look stupid."
Mikan sighed. Hotaru will always be Hotaru.
A smile tugged to her lips. "Nice seeing ya couz'." She said and bought a drink of her own.
Mikan was kind of new to her new place.
Japan was crowded, with lots of cars beeping and people wearing business suits or short skirted uniforms and holding a cell phone on their right hand and clutching a suitcase on the other while loitering around.
She had to admit, she missed France. The fresh cool air that smelled of newly baked bread. The air of romance in Paris. The musicians playing in the streets. And her school…
She bit her tongue reminiscing her big bloke. She could've still won it. She knew she had the potential even if she committed a big mistake. She could've continued playing with a new violin, but she froze. She froze like an amateur. While parents looked at her with horrified faces and urged her to go on, she could no longer move he hands. They were trembling too much.
"Sorry about what happened in America." Hotaru said noticing her pained expression.
"It was…a long time ago." Mikan replied.
"We enrolled you to a music school here by the way," She announced "Though you won't admit it, I know you still want to play."
Mikan's lips curled up into a smirk. "Let's see how good they are."
"Overconfident are we? Well, sorry to bust your bubble, but, I signed you up for Gakuen Alice School of Rock."
Mikan's eye bulged out. "WHAT?!"
"Lower your voice you're bombarding my ears with unnecessary sound waves. There's no available ear drum transplant you know."
"But why the hell? A rock school?! Oh c'mon Hotaru, you know I'm into classic."
"Quit yapping. I have my reasons. First there's somebody I know there who would do you good. And second, and more importantly, it's nearer. The only music school here that deals with the classics is miles away. Gas prices are elevating these days. I couldn't afford to waste a yen. Third, it's tiring to drive." She said stoically.
"But father's paying you more than half a million yen a month. And you're not doing the driving." Mikan pointed at their chauffeur.
Hotaru shrugged. "It's exhausting to sit."
"You don't have to come."
"Mom will force me."
"I'll tell her I'll be fine."
"And if there will be an accident, I'll get blamed for it, and she'll deduct a portion of my allowance. Not going to happen."
"How do you know when there'll be an accident or not?!"
"That's the point, baka. It's called an accident because you can't predict when it'll happen."
Mikan grumbled. Debating with her cousin is like arguing with sheep and calling it a horse. She'll end up feeling stupid.
They reached her new home a few minutes later.
It was big. A two story mansion with a huge lot and an indoor pool.
"Nice." Mikan whistled.
"Like it's any near yours." Hotaru pointed out.
"Hey, I'm just being friendly. No need to act all bitchy about it."
Hotaru flashed her a glare and got out some sort of gun from the limousine's compartment.
Mikan's eyes widened. "After all these years, you still have that thing?" She said and took a few steps backward.
Hotaru smirked. "You've been in France for way too long. I'll make you remember my wrath." She aimed the Baka gun, what Hotaru likes to call it, and shot her continuously.
Mikan ran around in desperate hope of avoiding it as they chased after each other like lion (Hotaru) and mouse (Mikan) while the maids and butlers just watched them.
"Mikan…come out come out wherever you are." Hotaru spoke in a disgustingly sweet voice.
Mikan shivered as she tried to control herself from squirming. But of course since she made the wrong choice of hiding inside Hotaru's Closet Full of Treasures, or her collection for short, it was quite difficult to not scream when she's lying there facing a person's head, who knows whether it's real or fake, jars filled with formaldehyde and human brains, a skull, a human sized The Grudge limited edition mannequin (who looks just like the actual dead girl in the movie), and a spear that was poking her butt.
Mikan peeped through the small crack.
No sign of Hotaru.
Mikan sighed.
Suddenly, an eye appeared looking at her from the crack.
The closet doors burst open.
"Found you." She said in a wicked voice.
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Mikan forced her quivering body up the bed as she buried her head on a pillow. Hotaru was as merciless as ever.
"She'll be the death of me…" She murmured and rolled over.
"School of rock, huh?" Mikan imagined men with Mohawk styled colored hair, a bony body with nose piercings, earrings, chokers, wearing some black leather and skinny jeans with tattoos covering their body.
Then the face of the boy she met, more like glared at, at the airplane popped into her mind.
And though she hates to admit it, she hoped that the boys in that school would look like him and not some…weirdo looking piece of shit.
She recalled the way he made out with some blondie and wrinkled her forehead in disgust.
"I wish I'll never see that bastard again…"
And then, she drifted off to sleep.
Unfortunately for her, luck wasn't on her side.
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Phew. Cool, I've updated most of my fanfics and made a new one. Hurray for me!!! Hoped you liked this chapter and please look forward to the next. It'll be a clash between two prodigies!!!
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