Nyaa~ So Chapter 11…. More drama, and hopefully, you guys will enjoy it, desu~~!

So… I'll have to revise the story later in the story, when I've done more research and everything…

So, disclaimer, I don't own Gakuen Alice, but Higuchi Tachibana~sama does… ^_^

Princess Engagement Program Chapter 11

"HOTARUUUU~!" I run, run, run down the corridors toward the petite figure of my forever bestfriend, Hotaru Imai. Even though her back was turned, I recognized her immediately. The black shoulder-length hair, the small figure, the graceful strides, they all are hers. Also, she held on to the large Baka Gun 6.0 on her left hand. It'd be impossible to not recognize Hotaru Imai. She was just in the process of entering her classroom, which also happens to be my classroom, so it's OUR classroom.

"Idiot." I hear her say before I tackle her with a bear hug. "Causing a ruckus so early in the morning. A princess like you should know your manners…"

"Sorry…" I pull away and grin before straightening my skirt.

"Oh, Ohayou, Mi-chan!" A familiar voice greets me from behind. I spin on my heel to face the owner, and I was greeted with Kokoro Yome's Cheshire smile. His pale brown hair was ruffled and messy as always and his uniform a little wrinkled, but still, he was one handsome boy. The big smile he had on portrayed his care free and happy-go-lucky attitude that I loved and enjoyed. Just as always, his deep, chocolate brown irises were glinting with happiness. He didn't look like the Prime Minister's son. Not one bit.

"YO~!" From behind him, Kitsuneme Yome, his cousin, waves a hand at my direction. He looked the same as Koko, just that he was chinky-eyed and his skin a shade lighter, traits inherited from his Chinese mother. "Where's your fianc—"

SMACK!

I cut Kitsu off with a kick on the shin.

"Manners, Princess. Manners." Hotaru's voice sounds from behind. Then I hear footsteps going away from me and a creak of a door's hinges.

I turn my head back to see Hotaru's back disappear into Class 2-A's room.

"Hotaru-chan is as strict as always." Anna Umemiya walks towards the three of us and greets us a good morning. Her long pink locks swayed down her back every time she moved, and her pink orbs were giving the happy look. She wore a beautiful smile on her face. She gave off a beauty-queen aura and the black and red uniform looked regal on her. As expected for a famous artist-slash-model-slash-beauty-queen's daughter.

"We better step inside. Everyone's staring." Koko spins me around and shoves me into the room.

"Ehh… We're all together here!" A familiar indigo-haired miss walks towards us the moment all four of us were in the room. Nonoko Ogasawara, also a close friend. Long indigo hair, distinguishable dark blue eyes, and skin like porcelain, she is the daughter of a famous cosmetic company's CEO and of the country's Secretary General. "Let's get along again this year, okay?!" She gives all of us a warm smile. Ahhh, how soothing.

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SCREECH! CLAG! BAM!

One of the oak desks on the far corner clattered and the owner had one hand face down on the table and the other holding on to a dark red Nokia Lumia. Her emerald green eyes showed disbelief as they stared on the LCD touch screen of the smart phone.

Then suddenly…

"KYAAAA~! Natsume-sama has arrived!" She loudly announced.

Mikan and company, to the surprise of the bystanders, calmly went to the vacant seats at the far end of the room, the ones near the windows. Mikan took the seat farthest in the back. When they had settled down, everybody else moved. They all ran to the door and started screaming nonsense for a 17-year-old who wasn't even in sight yet. All this ruckus on the morning of the first day of school.

That's right folks. It's the first day of classes for Alice Academy, the international school for the famous, and everybody who's anybody is here. Children of successful businessmen, of famous Hollywood stars, of politicians, and basically, of anybody else who's got dough goes here. And naturally, this school is also where Princess Mikan Yukihira goes to. Also where Natsume Hyuuga transferred to.

"Kyaa~! Natsume~sama! Over here! Over here!"

"I love you Natsume~sama!"

"OHEMGEEEE! You ARE SO H-O-T!"

"Please be mine!"

"No, Mine!"

"He's Mine, you Motherf*ckers!"

Mikan couldn't help but sigh. Wow, were they noisy out in the hallway.

She spun her head towards the window beside her and sees Natsume stepping out of his black BMW Convertible.

Alice Academy is a top school in terms of Academic Standing.

Or so they say, but Mikan thought otherwise.

Natsume Hyuuga wasn't even in the hallway yet, but still all the fans are screaming out his name as though he was already walking in front of them. How amazingly stupid.

"Attention all students, please return to your classrooms—"

"Shut up, stupid announcer! Who's gonna make me?!" A random fangirl shouts.

"—or else we will have to cancel the Opening Ceremony where you'll all get the chance to see Natsume Hyuuga in his full glory."

Bleh. That comment just made Mikan sick.

Like anyone would fall for that!

Bam! Bam! Chug! Chug! Clag!

In a breeze, the hallway was empty and the whole school quiet.

Mikan sweat dropped. Did Natsume really have that kind of effect on people?

Shit, even his full glory seemed to attract the male population.

Yeah, you heard that right folks.

Even the boys seemed to settle down and stay put. How extraordinary.

Natsume Hyuuga's 'full glory' seemed to make girls head over heels and turn men into ladies.

Seconds later Natsume Hyuuga emerged in Class 2-A's doorway.

"Bah, full glory. What does this academy plan to make me do?" He comments.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!"

"Natsume-sama, may I please have your autograph?"

"Natsume-sama, please sign my blazer!"

"Natsume-sama, please go out with me!"

"Natsume-sama, please touch me!"

"Natsume-sama, please shake my hand!"

"Natsume-sama, kiss me!"

"Nastume-sama-!"

"Natsume-sama-!"

"Natsume-sama, BE MY HUSBAND!" The girl with the emerald green hair and matching eyes from a while ago boomed from the center of the crowd, attracting everyone's attention and silencing the crowd.

"Sorry, Miss, but I'm taken." Natsume replies nonchalantly, making the emerald-hair crestfallen and break into a million, unfixable pieces.

The raven head walks towards Mikan, who was busy on her iPhone tweeting her feeling about the Academy's female population.

"You left early." Natsume remarks as he set down his bag on the empty chair beside Mikan. Apparently, it was reserved by Koko, who was afraid of seeing Natsume snap at the sight of another person sitting beside Mikan.

"I did." Mikan replies.

"Tch. You didn't even wake me up." Natsume openly removes his necktie and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, making all girls melt like ice cream under the heat of the sun.

"Yeah, sure. Sorry, I forgot I was your alarm clock." Mikan scrolls and slides her finger across the iPhone's touch screen with a bored look on her face.

Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong!

The school bell resounds across the room.

Everyone sluggishly went to their seats, the girls trying to compose themselves. Hyuuga-sama was too hot to handle, and his presence made the room a hundred degrees hotter. For them.

But Koko, who sat beside Natsume, clutched his bag close to him. The air conditioner was a degree colder than usual, and adding up the fact that it was still spring did not help. It was cold, cold, cold, cold, COLD in here! Thank goodness his Mom packed him a thermos of boiling tea, and his bag was warm. Ahhhh….

Creaaak….

Then suddenly French music entered the room…

And then a blonde-haired ballerina came twirling in.

Though the 'ballerina' wasn't actually a ballerina.

"Oh my gosh, like, are we going to have a gay adviser?" A random brat told her seatmate a little too loudly. Everyone in the room heard her. Everyone, including the 'ballerina'…

"Ah, yes, more chatter! More! More! And then maybe I'll give everyone detention!" The 'ballerina' twirled merrily up front, and the aura inside the room fell.

"So, let's start with self-introductions! Whole name, age, and then say something about yourself. The one up front, please staaaaaart~!"

And then everybody started introducing themselves. There were those who introduced themselves with much confidence, bragging about their family's name and wealth. There were some who bragged about their smarts, and many who bragged about their appearances. Well, no matter how pretty or rich or smart they were, two students kept on yawning and staying nonchalant throughout the duration of the introductions.

Then finally, their turns came.

"Natsume Hyuuga, 17. Something about myself? Hmm… I'm taken," he smirks then continues, "by this girl beside me."

"Next!"

"Mikan Sakura, 17. I don't know what this guy beside me is talking about." Mikan glares at Natsume's direction. The raven-head, in turn, winks at the brunette.

Mikan rolls her eyes and sits back down.

"Okay, okay, everyone! You guys can call me Narumi-sensei, 23 years old and still young! I'm born in a French family, but grew up here in Japan!" The teacher up front introduces himself with a bright smile on his face.

"Sensei! Why are you wearing a tutu?" A random student somewhere at the other side of the room suddenly asks.

"Oh, I just want to show my students my intense love for the theatre!" Suddenly, sparks flew around the 23-year-old teacher, and the mild sound of his laughter filled the room.

"Theatre? Is ballet considered a theatre art?" Another student asks.

"Well, how would I know? I'm an English teacher, not your art master! Now, everyone, take out your notebooks and copy the Course Syllabus of this semester in English II!" Narumi starts writing on the blackboard.

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"Why are you sitting with us?" Mikan grumpily asks Natsume, who sat in their lunch table as though it was meant for him. He hogged a great deal of space on the table, not to mention the fact that he sat way too close to Mikan.

"Because I want to." He picked on his lunch, flicking crumbs of food off the table.

"Natsume-kun! We saved you a seat here!" A girl from the table on the other end of the room shouted.

"No, sit here Natsume-kun!" Another girl from another table shouts.

Then every girl from every table started to fight over where Natsume gets to sit. A mob erupted and food flew above their heads, landing on another's face. Oh, the chaos, the chaos!

And Mikan and company, who sat in the center table of the dining hall, were, of course, included in the food fight.

Piles of ham, burgers, fries, ketchup, iced tea, and yogurt flew above their heads. Chunks of meat were stuck on girls' heads and the boys were covered with pasta sauce. Spaghetti and macaroni littered the slippery wooden floor, and all in all, everything was a mess.

Good thing Mikan brought an umbrella today. She was still clean except for a drop of tomato paste on her white stockings. But she was clean compared to everyone else; even Hotaru was in disarray! The inventor had not joined the fight, but took pictures of the most prominent personalities covered in rich pasta sauce and bits of carrots and lettuce.

"Can I share?" Natsume asks Mikan from underneath the table. He had to hide, or else his crazy-and very dirty- fan girls would kidnap him and hide him in a broom closet.

"Sure." Mikan, the very kind person that she is, stood up and waited for Natsume to go under the umbrella with her.

"Let's get out of here." Natsume drags Mikan out of the dining hall. When they were safe outside, Mikan shook her umbrella clean. But there were still remnants of beef stew and green peas on it.

"You're still keeping that?" Natsume asks Mikan, talking about the dirtied umbrella.

"I think it's beyond help now." The brunette sighs and folds the umbrella. As they pass the garbage can, Mikan slowly throws inside the umbrella. "And it was a new one, too."

"I'll just buy you a new one." Natsume walks on, and the princess follows suit.

"You should, since it was your fault that the food fight started."

"Well, I can't help it if the girls fight over my extreme awesomeness."

"Conceited jerk."

"Tch. You're conceited too."

"Yeah, but not as conceited as you."

"Brat."

"Shut up."

"Oh! Natsume-kun!" The couple meets a strawberry blonde girl in the hallway.

Then she jumped on Natsume.

And by jumped, I mean, she JUMPED on him. Hugged him first, and then gave him a forceful kiss on the lips.

And Mikan felt her lunch going back up her throat.

*Sigh* That serving of beef steak was expensive, too. What a waste of good food.

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DARAAN! I wanted to speed up everything, so I did! ^_^

Then, then, how'd the chapter go? Was it full of crap? T^T

Anyway, I want to hurry up this part of the story. So I can go on with the next one.

Though you guys might think the next few chapters will be a fast transition, but a fast approach is better than waiting for nonsense chapters, right?

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