Author's Note: I feel terrible. I am so sorry to to those people out there that liked my story and waited for updates. The truth is that I didn't write because I lost inspiration and had no idea where the story was going anymore. That is why I was extremely surprised to find a whole bunch of my drafts hidden in my room. So now I'm posting them. Hopefully, by the time I get to the end of my drafts, my inspiration will have returned. *ducks fruit and weeps* I'M SORRY. Oh, and thank you for all the reviews, you make me feel loved :) and you somehow give me the sudden urge to write O_o
Disclaimer: *I had no idea that I had to do these...* /coughs/ ahem. I don't own Gakuen Alice. *mutters* I wish I did.
It took ten minutes. TEN minutes to find the main office. And when I did, Natsume was leaning against the wall across from it reading a manga he had whipped out of nowhere. He glanced up to look at me for a second before returning to hisbeloved book.
"Took you long enough," he said impassively.
I grinded my teeth in irritation. The nerve of him. I stalked over and grabbed his manga, promptly throwing it over my shoulder hard. Coincidentally, it landed in the trash can, but that didn't matter at the moment. He glared at me. I tensed and returned the glare.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I relinquished in the end. I wasn't going to waste any more time on him. But I gave him a look as I went into the office that clearly said "This isn't over."
I closed my eyes and leaned against the door in relief when the it had swung closed, blocking the heat of Natsume's glare.
"You're late," a nasally voice snarled.
My eyes snapped back open as I straightened my posture.
No, really? I hadn't noticed.
I stomped down my snide remarks and looked at her apologetically.
"I'm...um...new here," I mumbled. I shifted. The old lady's stare was disconcerting and intense, it was making me nervous.
"Name?" she drawled, looking at me over her glasses.
"Sakura," I blurted and hurried to amend it. "Mikan Sakura."
She sighed and handed me a packet. "You may go now."
I hurried to take it and practically ran out. The atmosphere in that room was so tense and awkward, that she never ever wanted to go in there again. EVER.
I idly noticed that Natsume was gone as I flipped through my papers and walked towards my class. I also noticed that the manga in the trashcan was no longer there, which incurred no small amount of satisfaction in me. I reached the classroom in no time.
The second I stepped into the room, a voice spoke out to me in a singing fashion.
"You're late~"
"Sorry!" I grinned at the teacher. He seemed easygoing, which made me relax.
"Now, why don't you introduce yourself?" he said with a wink. Now that I have a closer look at him, I noticed that he was blond and very...feminine.
"I'm Mikan Sakura, nice to meet you!" I said, smiling brightly at the class.
"And?"
"And what?" I asked, confused.
"Tell me more about yourself! What are your hobbies?" The teacher leaned against his desk and stared at me enthusiastically. "Who has a question for Mikan?"
Surprised with the onslaught of questions coming from both the students and the quirky teacher, I blurted out, "I have amnesia."
That made everyone go silent.
"Can I go to my seat now?" I was very uncomfortable with the suddenly intense stares directed at me.
"Very well, your seat is by the window."
I ambled to my seat and sat.
"Now let me introduce my wonderful self to you! I m Narumi, and I will be your language arts teacher for the entire year. I hope we get along. Who wants to hear about my past?" he chattered excessively and the entire class groaned at having to listen to the speech again.
As he rambled on, the door opened again. Shrieks came from all around me and some even swooned.
"NATSUME!"
"OMG, KISS ME!"
"I HAVE YOUR NAME TATTOOED ON ME. I LOVE YOU!"
I shivered. The last shriek was just plain creepy. That aside, they liked this jerk?
"Ah, Natsume. How nice of you to join us. Your seat is next to Mikan over there." Narumi informed him, and continued rambling on as if he had never been interrupted.
I groaned. I had to sit next to him. Worst of all, the curious stares that were directed at me were now infused with hatred and jealousy. I slammed my head to my desk.
What did I ever to deserve this?
It just got worse after that. Every single class she went to had Natsume in it. And he sat next to her every. freaking. time.
This has to be a conspiracy. Someone's out to get me. I just have to remember who.
Every single class resulted in ear-splitting screams and I developed a migraine by the time lunch arrived. I deliberately chose an empty table in an attempt for peace and quiet BUT NOOOO. Natsume had to come over and interrupt my alone time. Sure, I'm grateful that he gave me lunch money, since I was hungry too, but still! I got hounded by fan girls right after he left, for god's sake!
"What's your relationship with Natsume-sama?"A particularly annoying girl demanded. I recognized her as The One. The one girl that tattooed Natsume on her body. She must be the leader. The girl was certainly showy, with her green permed hair and designer outfits and such.
"I have nothing to do with him," I snapped, "Can't you just leave me alone, Permy?"
She shrieked in outrage. I could just feel another headache coming on.
"LIAR! He just came here. I SAW IT."
"Thanks for informing me about your terrible eyesight but I really don't care." I said dryly.
"WHAT?! MY EYESIGHT IS PERF-"
*BAKABAKABAKA*
The fan girl minions screamed as their leader fell to the floor, defeated. I, on the other hand, watched quietly, stunned, when a stoic girl appeared behind the newly fallen teen. She was beautiful, with vibrant eyes, short black hair cut just above her shoulders, ivory skin, and slender hands. A gun was held in said slender hands. She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me towards an unknown location.
"Um..Wh-wha-who?" I spluttered out, not completely comprehending the situation.
"I'm Hotaru Imai." My gods, she even had a pleasant voice.
"Wh-What?" I pointed at the gun.
"Oh, this?" she gazed at it almost lovingly. "It's my baka gun. Its harmless." she spoke flippantly, like she hadn't just shot down a body with it in the cafeteria.
Well, if its harmless...
I smiled at Hotaru and stuck out my hand.
"Its nice to meet you, I'm M-"
"Mikan Sakura, I know." She ignored my hand.
Unfazed, I continued, "But you can call me Mikan. Thanks for saving me, by the way. I mean it. That girl was being obnoxious and my headache really didn't help things. I feel better now though," I finished cheerfully, forcefully trying to shake her hand now.
She swatted my hand away. "I didn't do it for free. You owe me."
"Fine," I pouted, "What do you want?"
"I'll think about it."
"I know! Your reward is my friendship!"
"No way," she instantly replied and gave me a dirty look.
"Hey! My friendship is valuable. Trust me, you won't regret it."
"Fine," she sighed. "But if I'm not satisfied, you still owe me something."
A sense of déjà vu hit me. I looked closely at her face, she seemed so familiar...
"Hey," I started, "Have we met before?"
She opened to her mouth to say something.
*RINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDONG*
The bell rang and Hotaru walked away without another word.
Hotaru Imai, I mused. Indifferent and cold, but not a bad person. That was my impression of her.
That is, until I heard her mutter something that made my blood run cold.
"So you don't remember me after all."
After that I wasn't sure what to think of her.
Author's Note:
I'm pretty sure that we all know that its me, Lime, writing this. I don't feel like writing that I wrote it in every single chapter that I do. So, unless stated otherwise, I wrote the rest of the remaining chapters.
Funny thing happened. I saved the document and it said that I had 1412 words. I am obsessed with Detective Conan and Magic Kaito, so I completely fangirled, of course. It isn't 1412 words now though, as I felt the need to have this moment documented, and I had to edit a bit. :( But it happened, and that's all that matters.
xD Hehe, I'm terrible at first person POV. I usually write third person...You have no idea how many times I changed She into I and Her into My. There might actually still be some that I missed but I'm pretty sure that I got them.
Oh, and a new fruit is joining our midst, bearing Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and who knows what else fanfics. Lets welcome Strawberry :)
Please review :) I really want to know what you think.