Leben is sorry i have no excuse of such a long pause : I'm moving to a differ country :O so neways making up for it here is 2 updates chappy 4 & 5.
Disclaimer: Leben dusn't own gakuen alice, alice acdemy, or whatever you call it in your country.
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Chapter 4
Mikan seriously couldn't believe her luck. 5 minutes ago she was having the time of her life at the Umenomiya Bakery, and now she is standing in the middle of the street trying to calm a rabid girl down. It also ain't helping that the girl got a hand pistol pointing at her head. Well at least the girl isn't high, and that's probably all Mikan could thank god for.
"Shiro Neko could you hear me?" asked a voice from Mikan's earring.
"Loud and clear Kuro neko"
"The area is all clear, people are evacuated to safety do your thing. I and Tsubasa will be positioned on the roof of tower coordinates at 9 o'clock and 12 o'clock, if things get worst you stay still get it?"
"Yeah sure just make sure you don't accidentally blow my brains off for stealing your car" said Mikan sarcastically.
"On second thought yeah I could use the accident move to kill you" informed Natsume as he snickered evilly.
"Stop acting childishly and get working over and out" interrupted an impatient Tsubasa.
"How did he get in here?" whispered Mikan "Aren't codenames the access to an agent's earpiece?"
"It's on hotline at the moment since I have the authority to do so now get on with the negotiation" snapped Hotaru from out of the blue.
"Break a leg polka" chuckled Natsume as he too went silent.
Rolling her eyes once Mikan observed the girl who was walking in aimless circles. Mikan couldn't help but notice how the soulless girl looked; Midnight blue hair that was falling freely till her waist, her creamy skin tone adding the image of a middle age princess. To Mikan this girl looks exactly like a breakable porcelain doll, only to be broken by the bullets lined up in the 84F Beretta 380 caliber.
"Goldilocks" called out Mikan.
"At your service Shiro Neko what's up?"
"Check for any illegal of 84F Beretta 380 caliber during the past year, the pistol the girl is holding is pretty much of a rare model I don't think a normal person could get access in buying this stuff". Mikan watched the suicidal girl one more time predicting the next move she could exert.
"Will do shiro neko and goodluck"
Taking in a deep breath Mikan gathered up her courage, with only one wrong word could either extinguish the flames on her life candle or the girl's. "Hi" was the first chosen word spilt out of Mikan's mouth.
"Who are you?" asked the seemingly petrified girl.
"You could call me Shiro" Mikan said. The trembling hands of the girl didn't slip from Mikan's eyes, which made her wonder either she never held a gun before or was she just so scared? "How about you? What do you want to be called?"
"Nonoko" answered the girl rather timidly. Realizing she had done her mistake she shook her head sideways violently as if to remind herself on what point she's standing. After the wake up call the girl returned her gaze back to the brunette with a savage glint on her eyes, "I have a demand, and if you're not willing to follow I'll blow up Harajuku with the timer bombs I've set".
Damn Kids these days not only do they think of their lives as tissue but they also think of other's as milk cartons.
"I see but before I listen to your demands can I ask you a question please?" asked Mikan politely. A reassuring smile plastered on her face.
Seeing Mikan's harmless attempt Nonoko decided it was safe to hear Mikan out, "What is it?"
"Do you listen to music?"
"Excuse me?" questioned the girl in disbelief. Is this woman for real? Why would this lady who call herself Shiro be interested about her music taste?
Before any other question could run through Nonoko's head Mikan voiced out again.
"I listen to music all the time, that's where my mobile phone with mp3 function installed comes in handy, but then again the battery in the mobile dies out pretty fastfor my liking so I have to go with bringing small pocket radios".
"Are you CRAZY?" screeched Nonoko frustrated with Mikan's silliness "I'm about to blowup Japan and kill myself do you think I'd bring a radio to listen to? Or better yet a mobile that could be traced for further investigation? You are such an air head" finished Nonoko laughing hysterically as she fell on the floor wiping tears that were brimming in her eyes.
"I disagree with blue head there shiro neko you're not an airhead" snide Hotaru sarcastically from the earpiece, "here I suggest shiro why not try asking about the bombs location INSTEAD OF HERFAVORITE J-BAND!'
"Now Hotaru be patient I know you not happy cramped up in the van with me, when you could be in the lab working on your inventions, but please relax, I could help you if you want but rather intimately" teased Serio, a man of many mysteries who works directly with the police enforcement.
"Shut it you 'Kuro neko look a like' I demand you hands off my cousin because I'm the one holding the gun you'll be dead and gone in less than a second" threatened Tsubasa unhappy with the nasty news.
"I do not look like Persona!" stated Natsume greatly affected. Sure they have the same raven hair and crimson eyes but they do not look a like.
Having enough with the growls and meows Mikan flicked her earpiece hardly sending electronic cackles to all who's wearing the same. Note to self don't hurt the damn thing while wearing it. Silence once again reclaimed its position within the team's circle along with Mikan's concentration that came back full force.
"Shiro Neko I order you not harm my inventions these things cost a fortune and shadow get your head in the game Persona is just here to annoy you" barked Hotaru.
Or maybe not…
"Well I'm glad that you had find my questions entertaining so before the demands can I ask the last question? I'm sure a smart one-track mind high school girl like you wouldn't mind" cheered Mikan.
"Sure since a Hostage negotiator with and IQ lower than 10 is not a threat, and here I was scared of the manipulative types, oh well I'll take on any question you wanna ask" assured Nonoko feeling the bubbles of confidence inflate through her body. Isn't this her lucky day?
"Ok then do you have a pen or pencil with you at the moment? I need one to write down my last will before I die because I definitely am not going to listen to the demands of a worthless low life like you" Mikan said. Taking a seat on the ground with her legs crossed.
"What do you mean? Well sorry for you since I've got no pen or pencils, or anything for the matter all I have with me is this reliable gun" screamed Nonoko. Her eyes longing for freedom ,as the girl brought the cold metal rubbing it on her cheeks. "And as for you Shiro you have no choice but to listen since I got bombs planted even if you're not scared of dying I'm sure you'd feel guilty for being unable to prevent innocent's death."
"Oh really? What makes you think I'd feel guilty of others loss? I'm a selfish human being to you know" giggled Mikan staring upwards at Nonoko who now was standing above her. The pistol dangling on the left side of Nonoko's hand.
"You asked me about my name when I was roaming like the dead that's enough to tell me that you are a very caring person" answered Nonoko "now let's talk about the demand shall we? This time take me seriously" she asked with a sinister smirk sliding the gun over the curves of Mikan's face.
"First of all take the gun off my face because if you haven't notice there are two snipers aiming at you one at 9 o'clock the other at twelve, with you positioned like this would not be a difficult task for the to take you out. Secondly I've always taken you seriously if I didn't I wouldn't have asked about the mobile, radio, pen, and pencil. Without one of those things how are you going to trigger the bomb? And puhhhh lease don't try and tell me that the bomb is gonna go off on it's own time you see my reliable source had the area all checked and not even a single bomb has been found. BY THE WAY THANK YOU MOLE. So Nonokochan what will you do now?"
"Your welcome shiro neko" whispered Hotaru through the walkie talkie, "and yes what will you do Nonoko?"
"Then I'll just have to resort back to my first goal in hand" said Nonoko aggressively withdrawing the gun from Mikan's head while carelessly aiming it at her fragile skull once again. "For a moment there I thought I was loosing but shirosan you never denied about your caring self, all I needed was to ask you a favor that I can't accomplish and only if you had listened to my favor things would have gone rather smoothly!"
Reducing the status from demands to favor now are we? What are you going to do next beg? How pathetic" countered Mikan with a smug look on her face, "And to your false accusation of me being a softy I'll prove to you right now that I don't care for a weakling high school sissy like you who can't even pull the trigger to save your life. You know I think what your missing is the courage to accomplish a goal you're far too weak, if you can't stand the pressure this cruel life presented you, you're better off dead it help saves my time" with that said Mikan stood up turning 180 degrees to flee the scene knowing fully well that the high school girl clad in a muddy uniform was actually a sweet heart inside and not afoul barbaric person she was trying to be.
"Shirosan wait!" called Nonoko tossing the hand pistol aside as she pounced on Mikan's skinny body, "please don't leave me p… please help me I was raped a…a….and the police wouldn't listen to me they keep saying things like this happens all the time I beg you please help me" sobbed the girl forcefully on Mikan's back.
Giving out a long sigh Mikan shifted herself so that she could grab the crying girl into a tight hug. One of Mikan's considerate way of keeping the girl away from the gun.
"You know Nonoko even if I despise weaklings, I definitely can't turn my back on cries for help how about we talk about this when the police is done with you? You pretty much caused a scene today" laughed Mikan helping the weeping girl up to her feet.
Knowing it was their time to show up at the scene both Hotaru and Persona stepped out of the van filled with wires and computer as they hand cuffed Nonoko and lead her to the Police cruiser. As for Mikan she decided to sit back at a nearby chair grabbing a bottle of water that was prepared before hand.
"A job well done shiro neko" congratulate Narumi not taking his eyes off the pistol he just confiscated from the ground "about the gun you were right about it being rare there are only five of them circulating through the dark market here in Japan however iwasn't able to trace the buyer since they we're all already in second generation hands, sorry about that."
"Never mind it wasn't really much of a help for the negotiation anyways" answered Mikan dully as she continued to wolf down her water bottle.
"Kuro neko, [Shadow] fall back from your positions and get packing we're going" the blond instructed in the earpiece.
"Why was there no news reporter?" asked Mikan closing the cap of the bottle.
"That's because we're the ones doing the job" winked Naruimi "the press would be questioning the police later by then we keep a low profile".
"She said she was raped" said Mikan staring into Narumi's blue eyes.
"I've heard during your little talk"
Shifting to her feet Mikan marched up to Narumi as she tip toe leaning closer to his ear. "Then I guess you know what I want" Mikan whispered as the corner of her mouth lifted upwards.
"Yes my little shiro neko yes…. I definitely know what you want" purred Narumi grabbing a fistful of sweaty stray brunette hair, "But I'm sorry to say that the rest of the decision would be up to persona himself, however you who have the same bloodline running through your veins as the 'chesire cat' won't have that much problem convincing him ne? after all this is also your job as a negotiator".
"It's either goldilocks is the pedophile or yang kitty here can't keep her paws to off older men, well no worries at least I know I'm safe around you" mocked Natsume grabbing a bottle of H20 for himself.
"Welcome back" monotone Mikan too tired too put up with Natsume's taunts.
"Thanks" hummed Natsume grabbing his back pack as he stuffed all his belongings in a toppled up fashion.
"Hey give me the bag" sighed Mikan as shed grabbed the black jansport from Natsume's hand, "At least fold the towel before crushing it in". Mikan drop all the contents inside the bag then keeping it back in all over again, but in a more organized way.
"You know kuro neko you don't have to worry about her keeping her paws to herself, after all only animals of the same species reproduce together" chuckled Narumi satisfied that he was able to witness such a scene of asloppy black cat and a half bossy white kitten.
"So you're saying that your form of specie is lower than a cat?" scoffed Natsume
"Alright Nachan shush time to get going I've promised to make your son some fluff puffs and fluff puffs is what he will get. I still have to but some more ingredients since your house isn't stocked up with healthy nutrition" informed Mikan leading the way to Natsume's BMW "Oh and Naru call me when you need me".
"Might be theother way around" mumbled Narumi to no one in particular as he turned to face Natsume, "Me-ow" cooed the blond with a cat fist; only to be returned with a middle finger from Natsume.
Hyugaa Youichi never liked new people, their reactions would always be the same, and their reactions would always be the same. "Oh you're so cute" or "What nice green eyes" all these sentence repeated in a creatively different way. After all they meant the same thing. Now it all wasn't that bad at least he gets whatever he desires with just a click of the tongue. He didn't have to flex a muscle to have his shoe laces tied during PE class. So who is this new woman slithering into his peaceful life? These questions ran through Youichi's head as he entered room 707, the address of his own. It only took one step pass the boundary of his front door for the sweet unfamiliar fragrance floated through his nostrils. He stealthily crept to the kitchen where he was sure that the source of the smell would be. Spotting a jar of white cloudy cottons Youichi waited no longer for his arms to shoot out and grab apiece of the sheep balls.
"Not so fast Youichi, you still haven't washed your hands". Came Mikan's first line.
"How did you?... You had your back turned?" wailed Youichi surprised by Mikan's sudden speech.
"If you were going to play ninja you should learn how to control your nose you were breathing like a buffalo" laughed Mikan as she picked up Youichi's tiny body dangling him infront of the sink. "Now was them clean" she instructed.
Pouting at the order nonetheless Youichi washed his hands thoroughly, because this woman isn't going to let him have it in his own damn way.
"Good now you could have one" said Mikan happily as she handed the desperate boy with the 'jar of joy' slowly savoring the taste of this thing called fluff puffs Youichi's hand continue to automatically dart for more.
"So how was school?" pried Mikan returning to her task of preparing dinner.
"Good"
"That's it good?" Mikan mimicked Youichi's tiny high pitched voice, "What about studies what did you learn?"
"Nothing" answered Youichi not caring about anything as long as he was holding the jar. However the Gods above aren't always nice as the bottle once was in his possession now belongs to Mikan.
"Youichi" started Mikan staring down at the young boy who was surely glaring back at her "What does Howalon taste like?"
"Ummm… Sweet?"
"Boy you are hopeless, describe me the taste, touch, smell, sight, as if I have no sense at all" said Mikan giving out a long sigh.
"Can't argue with that you are a nonsense person after all" scoffed Youichi crossing his arms.
"Will you please describe already?" asked Mikan sternly, "Or else you aren't getting any back".
Why can't he ever win for once? If it wasn't for the fluff puff he wouldn't care.
"I'm waiting" urged the brunette drumming her fingers on the jar rhythmically.
"It tastes sweet, not sugary sweet but something like milky sweet. The thread making up the body of the candy it dissolves to sand like bits and for a second when you think your teeth got a grasp of those solids they magically disappear. Then comes the smell, at first I thought my nose would eventually get use to the smell but when I took my first bite I knew that the smell was meant to linger in every breath you take, that specific smell of baby milk powder I think" described Youichi as he carefully ran every details checking if either he missed anything.
"Thank you" thanked Mikan handing the jar back to the small boy.
Glad that he got his treasure back Youichi dashed up to his room.
"Make sure I see thirty Howalons in the jar I baked fifty so you'll have the curfew of eating 20 today. Take a shower, do your homework, dinner will be ready by then" Mikan called after the silver hair boy.
"Okay!" replied Youichi before shutting his door.
"Kids" sighed Mikan shaking her head slightly.
"Where's Otousan?" asked Youichi presented at the dinner table.
"Nachan had to stay late at the office Narumi needed him for some weapon discussion" answered Mikan, taking a seat across from the boy "So it'll be only me and you tonight".
"Well duh…" scoffed Youichi "You better not try any funny business on me you got that?"
"If I were to try any funny business or at least to hurt you I'd start with doping the fluff puff with sleeping pills" informed Mikan stuffing in some curry chicken and rice into her mouth, "Besides if I tried to harm you in anyway Nachan will hunt me down all over the face of earth".
"Whatever" was Youichi remark before he to dig into his food.
The duo ate in comfortable silence, when it was interrupted by Youichi. "I'm done" Youichi claimed as he stood up from the dining table bringing his plate to the sink.
"Juste leave it there I'll do the washing, what you could do is bring me your homework so I could check through it. Tooth brush then head to bed" instructed Mikan.
"Huh?" questioned Youichi, "Excuse me miss swindler and who are you to tell me to go to bed at 8 o'clock its too early, your just a renter here so act like one".
"You sure talk big for a small size guy, well can't blame it because according to you 8 o'clock is to early, but guess what 8 o'clock to midnight is the time when a chemical in the body is produce stimulating the growth spurt in every child. Well anyways you wouldn't have to worry right youchan? Since you're a tough boy who could handle abit of teasing from your friends about your short height until you graduate from highschool" mocked Mikan, "And as for your homework I'll just check you answer I'm sure a genius like you wouldn't mind since your answers I'm sure a genius like you wouldn't mind since your answers are probably all correct.
Not liking that his height had been made fun off Youichi stomped back to his room "my homework is in my bag on the sofa do what you want".
"Okay~ goodnight Youchan"
"HN!"
The apartment without light had always been a friend to Natsume, it wasn't the first time that he had left his five year old son unattended with an adult. No matter how wrong it is Natsume couldn't help it because they both needed money to survive and to achieve that is by working his ass off. Well at least now there is Mikan around even if he didn't fully trust her, and for safety precaution he installed Micro cameras all over the house except the bathroom. He had enough decency, and the girl proved to be trust worthy plenty of times. Flicking on the lights to the living room Natsume spotted a jar with cotton balls; he took a wild guess, and assumed that the thing is called fluff puffs, Natsume picked one out the savored the taste of the candy the swindler claim to be passed down through generations within her family. Pressing on his earring Natsume talked in a hushed tone "who knew you could bake polka?"
To his uttermost surprise the brunette was still awake "certainly not you" tauned Mikan "There's curry in the fridge throw it in the microwave if your hungry".
"Hn"
"What's hn?" pestered Mikan.
"It means whatever"
"Whatever is still isn't a definite answer" claimed Mikan shifting herself on her pillow "You know Youchan is quiet a genius he knows big words at a young age when I asked him to describe fluff puff. The boy just needs a little pushing on the diligent department".
"I know" replied Natsume "he's my son"
"We're gonna have to discipline him too"
"I see no need for disciplining him and why is the pronoun we it's your idea" stated Natsume stuffing his food in the microwave.
"Cuz you're the father and I'm just the teacher"
"I don't see what's wrong with Youichi's manners" contradicted Natsume giving a low chuckle.
"No 5 year old boy runs around calling a woman hag, you know I'm right so it's either you're willing to help me or I make you help me"
"Alright we'll stop right there no manipulating will take course here ok? I'll see what I can do about it" suggested Natsume.
"Wrong answer Nachan you won't see what you could do, you'll do everything you could" corrected Mikan "now goodnight".
"Hn"
"Don't you say goodnight to Youichi?" asked Mikan frustratingly pulling the blankets over her body "Both of you answer with your godly HN"
"We usually fall asleep on the couch while watching TV"
"Boys!" sighed Mikan "fine I'll start with you, Natsume say goodnight" demanded Mikan over the earpiece.
"Why should I polka?" taunted Natsume he sure had fun provoking her.
"That's cuz I'll make sure to show Narumi the porns hidden inside the secret door of your closet, I'm sure he'll have fun with teasing you".
"How did you?" started Natsume banging his silverware on the crystal clear glass dining table.
"Find it?" finished Mikan "Don't raise your temper I did the ironing this afternoon and accidentally found it tee hee".
"Accidentally my ass you were keeping tabs on me weren't you, why you little" growled Natsume anger flaring ever second.
"Just like how you put a hidden cam in the light bulb of my room, you know because of that I wasn't able to sleep naked", tutted Mikan, giggle evident in her every word. "How about we make a deal? You take the cam out tell me and Youchan goodnight every night and I'll leave the rest behind".
Yet again why did he end up being the looser? "Goodnight" mumbled Natsume through grinded teeth.
"What I couldn't here clearly" teased Mikan.
"Goodnight!" barked Natsume his blood boiling through his body.
"Goodnight Nachan" answered Mikan sincerely falling into her serene slumber.
There the last part was a request from I'm not sure who hope it helps, and sorry I can't make Mikanchan stronger than Natsume since He also have to have his strong points I am rele sorry. TY for those of you who still patiently continue to read my story even if it's a slow update boohoo but once agen I state I aint gonna quit it :3 luv ya'll
