Ok, I know you guys are going to kill me. I haven't updated in... 5 weeks. Wow. Schoolwork can really kill me. The first week, I was just lazy, so you can go and blame me for that. The other three weeks, I worked myself to death. Then I got sick. And...I'm still sick. Woot. Well, our school is weird and gives Columbus Day off, so here's a chapter for all of you.
TY to all my reviewers and shokolatte for helping me decide on which beginning for this ch. See I wrote two different beginnings when I was in different moods, mad and sad. Eh, I'm a pretty moody person.
Sorry, chris3169512, you didn't edit it! Well you were off playing piano... and I'm too impatient to wait anyways.. ;p
chris3169512- really? ehh.
dominiqueanne- she'll end up w/ him eventually, it's just meant to be
bunny.kun - xD i finally did.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice.
Last Chapter:
Which would she choose, the guy she had loved since forever but had always been mean and cruel to her and hurt her, or the guy who had been so nice and polite ever since she came to the school?
Did she want Natsume, the guy who had always teased her since age 10? The one that she had gone through so much with, or did she want Ruka, the always polite guy?
Did she want Natsume, the guy who had always teased her since age 10? The one that she had gone through so much with, or did she want Ruka, the always polite guy?
"No." she thought.
Of course not.
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"Ruka, I love you too."
"Hontoni?"
"Yes."
Because I love you. Because I want you to be happy. If me being with you will only cause you misery and pain, I won't be with you.
Just please, be happy. Be happy.
Weeks past as she and Ruka celebrated their newfound relationship. Sure, it was great, but she felt as if it was ripping her apart. She was growing farther and farther away from her friends, and more importantly, Natsume. Ruka was really cute and sweet, but he had this inner…spirit that seemed so demanding. It felt as if she didn't spend every second with him, he would become that fierce tiger inside him and roar. Yes. Roar. Ok, maybe not. What was she thinking? "That fierce tiger inside him and roar?"
"Haha." She thought. "Very funny."
Still, she felt as if she had gone into this relationship way too fast, before she even felt ready. Ruka was undoubtedly sweet, saying "I love you," every night, hugging her, and giving her a small kiss on the cheek. But they never really talked.
"What was a real relationship?" she thought.
She had pictured it as a closeness of a sort; one who you would share every secret with, laugh at inside jokes, and have wonderful memories with. Then again, what was love? Real love? She meant. It was so overused and wasn't given enough credit anymore. Love was supposed to be an intense feeling, filling you up, but also tearing you apart at the same time. At least, that's what the cheesy romance novels said. (A/N: LOL) Oh well, screw these corny, "romantic" thoughts.
With Ruka, it didn't feel like love. She just imagined these corny horrible "romantic" thoughts, and blushed a lot. Yeah blushing. Well she did a lot of that. It seemed it was nothing but for her "friends" to squeal over the endless cuteness. Yeah, cuteness. Ugh, she was so mad now that she would scream and tear any pink little tutu in sight! When he asked her to the dance, what had it been but a crowd of gossip-hungry girls half attacking and half squealing at the "romance" of it.
Flashback :
"Well, Mikan, you know about that dance coming up five months from now, right?" asked Ruka softly.
"Mhm."
"Well, will you go with me to the dance?"
"Yes."
And the crowd cheered.
-End Flashback-
Happy after ending right? Sooo not. What kind of person asked a girl to the dance FIVE MONTHS ahead? Sometimes she just really wanted to kill him for his stupidity.
She regretted it now.
He was hopeless at conversations, too. This was how they went:
"Sooooo, what's up?"
"Uhmm, nothing much. You?"
"Same."
"Soooooo, uhhh what do you want to talk about?"
"Uhh I don't know, what do you want to talk about."
"Uhh, you decide."
"Ohhh, you decide."
Hopeless, right. Oh and the other half of the time was bad-talking about teachers and school and life.
Who even knew Ruka had this side to him?
The cute little hugs, and the polite little laughs, it was killing her. She just couldn't take it anymore. She no longer had a life…
Ruka's POV
He had it all. All going for him. No more being Natsume's little sidekick, that's right.
It was always "Natsume this," "Natsume that."
He was so going to get him back for this.
He didn't even like Mikan. That's right. He didn't even like her. He was just using her. Using her to get what he wanted.
He didn't care. They all thought he was weak and useless, and just cute and to be looked at.
Well they were wrong.
He would show them.
Mikan believed he was hopeless, but was realizing that she should dump him. He could feel it. Well, he would show her. He would make her scared of him…
Natsume's POV
He felt so betrayed. In his heart, he knew he should do something, but he couldn't. He wanted to help her. He could tell she wasn't getting what she deserved. Ruka was so hopeless. He hadn't talked to his best friend in ages. What was going on with him?
He needed to help her, but he couldn't.
He had to respect his best friend, even if it felt as if his best friend had ditched him.
End Natsume's POV
Somewhere out there, and mysterious dark shadow lurked in a corner, smirking.
"Everything is going all up to plan…"
Hotaru's POV
Hotaru panted as sweat rolled down her face in streams of icky fluid.
She felt exhausted. She was dying.
"Drip, drop," the sweatdrops rolled, as she unsuccessfully tried to wipe them all off.
"NO TIME FOR PETTY FACE CLEANING! 15 LAPS! GO!" the loud, unfeminine voice sounded.
Serpona was not a force to be reckoned with.
She was a bad, crazy lady, with menacing looks, and scary muscles.
She was being worked like hell.
She panted as she finished with her laps.
"1000 PUSHUPS! GO!"
"1, 2, 3….997,998,999, Done! Finally!" she chanted.
"This wasn't even half of her warmup," she thought.
She continued on to her situps, she knew the drill.
"STOP!" commanded booming Serpona.
"I have a mission for you tonight. It's practice for later. Here's the mission info."
Name: Sato Tama
Gender: Female
Occupation: CEO of Shiseido
Appearance: Short, Curly Hair, Too Much Makeup, Short, Stout stature
Height: 1.53 metres
Weight: 72.7 kg
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Income: 800,000 a year
Place of Residence: Kanto region
Mission assigned to: Amethyst Eyes, aka Imai Hotaru
Directions:
Sneak into Ms. Sato's house, and go into her office, and steal a blue box, hidden in the top right drawer of her desk. Be sure not to get caught. We have included a map for you.
"I got it." Hotaru said coldly.
She put on her mission clothes and mask and headed down. She slipped quietly in the car, and an aura of purple emission seemed to surround her.
She had to do this, for her friends. Even if they didn't think she was their friend anymore, to her, they were. She couldn't let them get hurt. Even if she was on the wrong side, even if this went against all of her GA pride and beliefs.
She arrived at the house. It was tall, and big, and white, and had…wait…camels?
The house was enormous, shaped in a Victorian style. The grounds stretched farther than she could see, but as far as she saw, she saw…camels. Every inch was covered in camels. That's right. Camels. Who would like those smelly beasts? It seriously stunk.
She carefully scaled the tall black gates, and slipped into a discarded maid uniform in one of the garden sheds. Hopefully, she would pass for one.
She walked inconspicuously, pretending to be in a hurry, clearly having something important to do.
She tried not to barf as she walked past the many camels, and… wait…apparently that was Ms. Sato…
Ms. Sato had horribly styled, old lady curly hair, and skin that looked like it had gone through plastic surgery, far too many times.
Her clothing taste was bad…and so was her makeup, despite being the CEO of Shiseido. I mean, wouldn't you think the owner of Shiseido would have some fashion sense?
Who dressed up in a purple, pink, blue, green, yellow, and dark brown spotted shirt and orange and black striped, way too long, pants. Oh, wait. The brown spots were from camel poop. Eghh.
And there she was, hugging a camel like it was the end of the world, and she would never let go. Didn't people have any regular pets these days?
"You'll always love Mommy, right Carter-poo?" she sang lovingly as she stroked it's smelly hair.
Even the camel seemed uncomfortable.
Wait…onto the mission. This didn't seem hard at all.
In no time, she finished the mission.
This stuff was easy…
Alright, I finally updated... So how was it? Drama-y and sad in the beginning, more humorous in the end.
See you next chapter! I have a huge huge huge bunch of updated stories to read in my inbox... lol
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