AN: Hey Guys! Back with a new chap! Soo sorry for the long wait:( but anyways, I 'm gonna start keeping my Author's Notes shorter from now on for those who actually read em. Occasionally they'll be long but I'll try to shorten them. Anyways I have an important reminder. THE NEW OC'S I HAVE CREATED SLIGHTLY DIFFER FROM THE ONES IN THE CHARACTER PROFILES FROM BEFORE BUT I DELETED THAT CHAP. MOST ARE THE SAME, BUT I REPLACED SOME CHARACTERS WITH OTHERS, AND I'LL INTRODUCE THEM AS WE GO ALONG. So forget about the character profiles from the intro cuz some things will be different.
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Disclaimer: I DONT OWN GAKUEN ALICE OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS BUT I DO HAVE SOME ORIGINAL CHARACTERS MADE BY MOI THAT ARE MINE AND OF COURSE THIS IS MY ORIGINAL PLOT. SO BACK OFF. thanks:)
~Chapter 3~
Meet the Kudou Bros
Someone's POV
I was rounding the corner of the wall to my new dorm room when a random brown haired boy rushed past me. Why I noticed him was because he, oddly enough, was extremely short for someone in high school. Close to half a foot shorter than me I would say. Just as I was about to say something to him, he dashed into my room. He didn't even see me! I was mindlessly wandering the hall before and then got bored, so I decided to just lay back in my room for a while. I almost bumped into the said guy, but had stopped right in time whereas the other guy just kept running to MY room for some reason. He actually looked pretty darn cute for a guy. I saw him enter my room, Room 20 and slam the door behind him. Sadly, my brother was in the dorm room at the time, and he was not a very…playful guy. I wondered why he didn't close the door when he went in? I heard some mumbling and then decided to of for another pointless walk to avoid any troubles that might arise from this current situation. Eh, don't wanna fight? Don't get involved. I'll just see how this plays out.
Someone Else's POV
I was not in a good mood, no forget that, I was in a very foul mood. The past week was damn confusing and complicated. Possibly the worst week in many years, if not for the acceptance letter I would've gone into depression. No, really. All I wanted to do now was just lay on my bed and relax for the whole day. Unfortunately before I could even touch the blankets on top the my bed, a stupid little boy just had to barge in my room. And now he's staring at me all funny. If I didn't know better if think he was embarrassed by seeing my half naked, but he was a guy and although he looked girly, he was still a guy. Hopefully he was straight. What more do I need than some gay fan guys? I asked him what he was doing in my room not so politely, and he flinched. I groaned inwardly. One can only hope this little boy was normal. Especially since the said boy was blushing bright pink and still gaping at me looking somewhat…offended? Wait, what?
Makato's POV
He had his chestnut hair looking naturally messy and wild and his freaking six pack abs was broadcasted in bright daylight. He was standing about five feet in front of me. And he looked pissed and ready to punch my lights out. I winced when he growled at me asking what the hell I was doing in his room. After another couple of seconds of silence, I finally dragged my eyes away from his oh so glorious body and locked eyes with him, blushing again when I realized his startling emerald eyes were staring straight at me as well. He had beautiful eyes but looked icy as they narrowed slowly. I realized what I was doing and tore my gaze away from his hypnotizing orbs. With nothing else to look at, I just looked down at my hands which were busy fiddling with the strap on my duffel bag.
With my peripheral vision, I saw him take a step towards me after slipping on a white shirt. I squirmed uncomfortably feeling his intense gaze that was surely burning a hole through my new wig. Suddenly, facing that pig Natsume Hyuuga seemed welcoming. Trying to shrink back into the wall to camouflage myself, I lowered my head into my duffel bag so I wouldn't have to look up at him. He must've thought I was a lunatic, but I couldn't care less. This strange man was advancing on me, little, old, helpless me who was pressed up against a stupid door practically rolled up in a ball, and me, being the person I am, could think of anything but the smell of his cologne. Arghh! Why'd he have to smell so good? Even my perfume back home didn't smell as good as this. Or maybe it was because I was a girl. Are girls supposed to be attracted to men's cologne? Why did they call it cologne anyways? I mean perfume actually come from French right? But what does cologne-
I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts of cologne when something prodded my knee carefully. I stiffened, then having no choice whatsoever lifted my head just a fraction. What I saw made my blood boil slightly. This arrogant guy dared to touch me with his shoe? His shoe! Please! He couldn't even kneel down on this nicely carpeted floor and use his damn hand?! Who did he think he was? To use his shoe to nudge me. Then he did something even more disgraceful. He continued to leave his foot there, and then used it to shake my knee. Instantly all the respect I had for him (or maybe it was just his good looks) vanished. My head snapped up and a low growl came from the back of my throat.
Seeing that I had my head lifted and was growling at him, he grunted and took back his offending foot. I stood up in a huff and crossed my arms together staring at him straight in the eye defiantly. My eyes narrowed as his face became confused and then sour. What did this guy think he was? The Queen of England? He didn't even look sorry for using his damn shoe to touch me! Even if I was about a half a foot shorter, I lifted my chin to stare at him menacingly. The guy looked back at me angrily. And all this while, we hadn't said a word…was this awkward? Or was it awkward? Yeah, it was awkward. He seemed quite puzzled by my sudden mood change, but covered the shock quickly nonetheless.
I opened my mouth to make the first statement, but he beat me to it. Crossing his arms as well, and speaking in a deep, cold voice.
"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Room?" He growled.
I blinked. And frowned when he didn't even ask my name or anything of the sort. Then widened my eyes in realization. Oh, so that's why. I winced sheepishly at him. He seemed to get angrier.
"Ah, about that, uh, well, you see, I must've came to the wrong dorm room by accident. Ah aha," I said apologetically.
"Ya think?!"
"I said sorry, dude!"
"Fine! Then get out!"
"No need to be so rude! I'm new here!"
"Good for you! Do you want a damn cookie?"
"God! Why are you such a bastard? I told you it was an accident and that I was new, so-"
At this point he threw his hands up and then spat.
"I get it! You're new! Well so am I! But you don't see me whining about it when crashing into other peoples' rooms do you?"
"Jesus Christ! Stop overreacting! And I did not crash into your room!"
"I'm overreacting? Really?! Because the way I'm looking at it, you are the dramatic one! And you did barbarically crash into my room!"
"Well get your eyes fixed! And stop being such a girl! Are you PMSing or something?"
"I have perfect vision!"
"Obviously you don't!"
"I'm not a girl! And I don't PMS!"
"Apparently you are-"
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO DAMMIT!"
"YE-"
Just as I was about to scream 'yes' again, the door behind me swung open, whacking my head in the process. Launched about three feet, I desperately held onto the wall for support while the dizziness and pain faded. I rubbed the back of my head. That really hurt! I mean the door was freaking some sort of really stinkin heard wood and it had metal covering both sides. Mumbling curses, I scowled at the guy who just entered the room. And that was another mistake.
Groaning inwardly, I realized I was staring at yet another good looking guy. Was this school full of them or something? Even though he was necessarily as hot as the rude bastard I was having an argument with, he was still very handsome. His hair was almost a dark brown with hints of lighter chestnut. The shirt he was wearing greatly complimented his dark forest green eyes, and the easy smile on his tan face was absolutely adorable. I flushed realizing I was still semi-glaring at said guy, and quickly tore my eyes away. I could feel his eyes still on me though.
"Who's this?" He asked.
"I don't know, some kid who barged into the room gasping like he ran a marathon," the other guy growled back.
The new guy looked interested, but not surprised.
I was a tad suspicious, but was quickly taken from my thoughts as he spoke again.
"He's kinda cute," the guy said teasingly and turned his gaze upon me again.
I blanched. Did this guy know? Or worse, was he gay? Holy crap! Panicking, I slowly tried to edge my way out to the door, but he intercepted me and put a hand on the door leaning against it, and ultimately blocking my escape route.
Then, he laughed.
"You are cute," he said to me, with eyes glittering in amusement. I gaped at him.
"Jesus-" I started.
"Would you quit pretending to be gay? It's disgusting, and I'm standing right here," the other guy sighed.
I let out my breath, and loosened my grip on my duffel bag. The dude in front of me just chuckled again. Then he pushed back off the door and stood right next to the rude guy.
"Well it's fun, and you just have to deal with it," he told the guy with a pat on the shoulder. I frowned and then cocked my head, not understanding the situation. Were they friends? Both of them saw my expression, and the new one laughed yet again. I was kinda getting tired of his laughter, even if it was nice to hear.
"But I'm not kidding, this kid is really cute," he said again.
The rude one snorted.
"No he's definitely not," he retorted.
"Yeah, he is, just look at him!"
"Please! I've been looking at him for the past half an hour!"
"Then how can you not say he's adorable?"
"Psh, because clearly, he isn't"
I sighed as they continues to volley back and forth, were they gonna say something useful? Cuz if not, I'm outta here.
"You know what? Sorry for intruding, I'll be leaving now, bye," I mock saluted with two fingers and turned to the door. What I didn't expect was for the nicer guy to grab my wrist and pull me back befor I could take a step toward the door.
I spun around into the face of the guy, and took as harp intake of breath as hi face was so close to mine. He let go, and took a a step back.
"Don't you at least wanna know our names?" He asked with a smile.
I scrunched up my face, and looked at both of them. I wanted to say yes, but truthfully, I lost interest about ten minutes ago, and now I just wanted to leave.
"No, not really actually," I admitted shrugging.
The one who was in the white shirt and was now sitting on his bed looked slightly amused, while the guy in front of me looked confused, and surprised.
"No?" He asked again.
"Nah," I confirmed shaking my head.
"Well, I'm Kaito Kudou, nice to meet you!" He introduced anyway.
I raised my eyebrow, and attempted a smile.
"Great," I said unenthusiastically.
His bright smile faltered a bit, but stayed smiling as he turned to the other guy nodding his head towards me. The other guy sighed before standing up and taking a few steps towards me. He looked painfully bored, and once again, my temper flared at his lack of interest. Not that I wanted him to be or anything.
"Takumi Kudou, can't say its nice to meet you though," he grumbled lowly.
I gaped at his rudeness, but decided to let it go. Kaito smiled at me and shrugged apologetically. I shrugged back to let him know I didn't care. Then a sudden realization hit me.
"Wait, you're brothers?" I cried in disbelief.
"Unfortunately, yes," Takumi sighed.
"Yup!" Kaito confirmed happily.
"Uh, so are you…twins?" I asked slowly.
"Nope! I'm two years older!" Kaito responded cheerfully.
"Really…" I dragged out skeptically.
"No lie!" He said.
"Oh, well then," I knitted my eyebrows together slightly pondering on this new piece of information.
"So what your name?" The ever-smiling idiot asked.
"Um, why?" I replied slowly.
"Well since we told you our names, it would be common courtesy to introduce yourself as well, idiot," the rude one, Takumi was it? drawled loudly.
I clenched my teeth willing myself not to give in to the temptation of rpping his freaking head of his shoulders.
"Fine! I'm Makato Sakura," I spat out muttering curses under my breath.
"Well nice to meet you Ma-chan!" Kaito cried happily.
My heart sank.
"Uh, Ma-chan? What?!" I yelped defensively, desperately trying to find out if there was something girly with my outfit.
"Yeah! Cuz your so cute! Like a girl!" Was his response, making my heart sink deeper.
"Um, just call me Makato," I managed to get out.
"We'll see!" He said before flopping on his bed which was beside Takumi's.
I got confused. What did he mean? I heard a sigh coming from Takumi and spun around to meet his glare.
"Now that all this has been established, would you so kindly get the fuck out of my room?" He snarled returning to his earlier attitude.
I swear, man, this guy has bipolar syndrome of something. But then, before I could so kindly replied to his outburst, the door banged open again. Thankfully this time, I was just out of reach. And I was extremely glad, since this bang was abnormally strong.
Gosh.
It was Hotaru!
But she looked pissed
…at me.
Uh, oh.
"Huh? Imai?"
AN: Ohh another cliffy! I'm getting good at this! Yay another chap is finished and I could be more proud of myself. Well sorta. Ehh, this chap wasn't as long. Sorry again for making you guys wait SOOOO long, but I was extremely busy, and probably will be for another few days. Besides my computer is like permanently dead. Thanks for staying patient. Leave a review, pretty please because it does actually make me happier and more inspired. Thanks. See ya! (3/18/14)
