here's the next chappie. and i know many people r going to be happy again because it's all about mikan and natsume. warning: attempts/thoughts of committing violence. maybe too scary for children to read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. .


Fallen Angel

Why is Fate so cruel? Why couldn't Iinchou show me around? Or Nonoko or Anna? Hotaru could have done it too. I would even have done it with Miss Permy. Maybe. Cross that. I would rather do the tour with Mr. Jerk Face.

"Where are we going?" It felt like we were walking miles.

"This is a tour. Where do you think we're going?"

I wish I had my boxing gloves. They would be useful at this time. But I suppose he's stronger than me. Okay, maybe a whole lot stronger. He probably hold me down like yesterday... My cheeks turned red. Bad thoughts Mikan. Get yourself together.

"Aren't there any elevators?" My feet were sore.

"No."

"Why not?" He ignored me.

I didn't want to talk to him, but then there would be only silence. And I wouldn't be able to talk inside my head without saying something aloud. I know that I usually talk to myself when no one is around or no one is listening.

I might as well try to be civil to him. I shouldn't judge him because he's a perverted freak and stole my first kiss. Therefore, I lost the chance of getting married. But those very same reasons are the ones that make me hate him.

Calm down Mikan. And hate is a very strong word. You should say 'strongly dislike'. There. That makes much more sense. You shouldn't hate someone you don't know. And to give him credit, he could have refused to tour me. I'm sure it's a big responsibility. We went around a corridor and through a door.

"This is the library." It was huge! There were long rows of books. And they seemed to stretch all the way from the ceiling. There were railings and pathways that went past this big wall. One on each floor, I suppose. On the bottom floor, there were many more rows of shelves filled with books. It was so wondrous that I couldn't speak.

"The main entrance is on the first floor," he continued.

I couldn't believe it. This library would b a good source to turn to for lessons and reports. This was a dream come true. But I noticed a tiny problem.

"How do you reach the books?" I could have tried to stretch out my hand,but I would probably plummet down to the floor. I shuddered. Gravity could be so cruel.

He pulled out a coin and walked up to a machine I hadn't noticed before. It was a robotic arm, but what was it doing in a library. He dropped the coin into a slot and pressed the buttons on a screen beside it. The arm started moving down another rail that connected to the gargantuan shelf. It then moved up the track that I noticed was embedded in the wood.

The arm stopped and moved across until it stopped again. It picked up a book and made its way back to its starting point. My mouth couldn't drop any further. On the screen, it said 'Take' or 'Return'. He pressed the 'Return' button and the machine went back to the book's spot.

"Imai made this invention." Imai? Did he mean that purple eyed girl called Hotaru.

"It helps you find what you need and puts it back into its exact place."

"So the librarian doesn't have to fix them or put them back themselves." That was clever. Hotaru must be really amazing to come up with an invention like this. It was helpful and easy.

"It gives her more money." Oh. That's why he put the coin into... Wait. Where did he go? I was sure he was standing right in front of me.

I peeked out the library door. No one was there. This is not good. I don't even know how I got up here. What am I going to do? No one knows that I'm up here. Execept for that...

My eyes widened in realization. That jerk he... he left me. And on purpose. My hand twitched. I had the sudden urge to find something and punch it. Hard. So that's how he was going to do it. Leave me alone so I could be scared and frightened. It would be perfect. The school was huge and so easy to get lost in. And I would quit after thinking this was too much trouble.

There was no way! I'm determined to make this work. If it doesn't, I won't know what will. Forget my old grandpa's advice. I'm going to find my way out of this building with or without that jerk. And if he thought that he could play such an easy trick on me, he was wrong. Dead wrong. I, Mikan Sakura, will never back down and I will win this war. You can believe that!


After stomping down hallways, walking through doorways, and going down a stairwell, I felt like I needed a break. I was completely tired. My legs felt like jelly and my throat felt dry. Of all schools I could have gone to, why did I come to such a big one?

The answer was clear. I was fascinated by the appearance. It was a door to escape my worries and fears. And now I'm lost in a building that was more complicated than a maze. If they were afraid of break-ins, then congratulations. There would be no way to get out of this place without a map. A map... Iinchou gave me one before I met her (I mean him) in the lunchroom.

I could use it, but... If my memory was correct, I left it in the classroom. Oh ho could Fate be so cruel? If I make it out, I 'll never leave that map again. If I manage to survive this predicament.

I came into an empty classroom. The chairs were on top of the tables. Hmm, this looks like an art class. I remember in my high school year, it was the hardest thing I took. Even harder than chemistry. The teacher always found an excuse to yell at me.

You would think that art would be easy. All you have to do is make a shape and color and voila, youre done. It wasn't so fortunate for me. The teacher would tap me on the head with that dratted ruler. I would have bumps on my head that wouldn't go away for weeks. When I finished that course, I couldn't have been any happier. Goodbye you evil toad!

I froze. Was that...? No. Of course not. Don't be silly Mikan. Remember what Grmps said. There is no such thing as ghosts. No such things as ghosts. No such things... A sheet flew up into the air. Ghost!!!

I ran out of there as fast as I could. Please! Don't let the ghost catch me! My eyes were closed so I didn't see where I was going until too late. I'm sure I bumped into something. But I was too afraid to open my eyes. I thought I felt a breeze so I tried to squirm deeper, away from whatever that was trying to grasp me with its deathly claws.

"Oi, little girl. This is uncomfortable." That voice. My eyes snapped open. What I saw made me scream.

"Ghost!" I knew it was stupid, but I tried attacking it.

"Hey..." My hands were grabbed by, not cold hands, but warm ones. That was weird. Ghosts were cold. Or that's what I always thought.

When I opened my eyes again, I noticed that the ghost was actually the jerk. He was only covered in what looked like chalk or dust. I mentally sighed in relief.

"You're not a ghost." He looked at me as if I was crazy.

"No, I'm not."

"That's good." Despite what happened earlier, this situation was pretty funny. I'm sure I was as dusty as him. And here I am, sitting on top of him... What?!

My eyes widened and I screamed. "Pervert!" I tried to free my hands so I could punch him. Somehow, I found myself on my back on the floor beside him.

"This is worth too much trouble," he mumbled. He was eyeing me through the corner of his eye as I struggled to get up. What was with this jerk? One minute he kissed me, the next he left me. And now he tried to take advantage of me.

"Pervert," I said again. His attention turned fully torwards me.

"You're the one who bumped into me." That was true.

"But you left me in the library." Also true. He glared at me and so I glared back at him.

"I thought you were behind me. I didn't know I had to babysit you the whole way through." I gaped at him.

"Babysit?!"

"I'm sure you were screaming 'ghost' all the way down the hall." I flushed. There was no way for me to deny it. Ther jerk, apparently, had good hearing.

"I'm sorry." I would have choked on the words. But he deserved to hear them. I must have put him through so much trouble. If I would have paid attention, I wouldn't have gotten lost in the first place. But that doesn't excuse the fact that he should have made sure that I was following his direction.

He looked away. "Hn, whatever." Yep. This guy was an absolute gentleman. I'm sure the ladies would love him. He got up and so did I.

I was right. I was as dusty as him. We were a pair of dusty ghosts. A giggle began to rumble in my throat. The jerk gave me a questioning look. Actually, it was more annoyed than questioning.

"We must look silly with all this dust."He didn't reply. I'm sure the jerk didn't have any sense of humor whatsoever. He moved to the doorway and waited with overused patience. Or impatience. I followed him, wondering why I was walking with such a stuck-up bastard. This is, hopefully, the last time I'm ever left alone with him.

I wouldn't mind never seeing him for the rest of the year. We made it back to the familiar hallways of the second floor. At last! It's all over. I couldn't help but sigh. Now that you're free, you might as well thank him. It is the polite thing to do.

"Thanks for giving me the tour," I said with a tight smile. He just nodded and his body relaxed. It was like he was waiting for something. But why should it atter to me? I can go home now.

"Well, this was fun. But I'm sure that we'll be too busy to meet like this again." There. Simple and to the point. Maybe. But I don't care. I had to endure Hell with this guy.

As I turned away a hand grabbed my arm. I was pulled forward as I stared back into pools of red. Wow. His eyes were really deep. I should have noticed before. Snap out of it! This is your number one enemy. I shook my head and gave him a glare.

"Let me go"

The jerk had that trademark smirk. His head lowered down to mine. What is he doing?

"You're wrong, plaid prints," he whispered. Plaid prints?! The pervert. I'll show him for... As I was about to say what was exactly on my mind, his mouth lowered to mine. My eyes widened.

It took me a few seconds to understand what had happened. And he had the nerve to smirk. But my mind had become a puddle. I could only stare at him with one thought circling my head.

"See you, plaid prints." The jerk walked away with that smirk implanted in my mind. Instantly, my face went crimson.

"PERVERT!!!!"


Later

I can't believe it. That was my second kiss! And the jerk stole that along with the first one. How could he? Why would he? No amount of ice cream would make me feel better.

And he saw my underwear, again! Who would want to marry me now? I kept screaming my head off in my apartment. That jerk! Such a despicable... Urgh! What is with that guy?

I should have known that my life would change completely when I was hired to the school. And now I'm living a nightmare. But I won't give in. I'll take on your challenge, enemy number one. This is war!


poor mikan. but then she's so dense. sigh what am i going to do with u mikan? and u know, natsume's first mistake was kissing mikan. because now he can't stop kissing her! evil laugh excuse me. but it's true. sad to say, natsume is already hooked. but then what is love if you have no clue? it could be an insatiable wanting. lol. write to u later.