Disclaimer: I do not, repeat do not, own Gakuen Alice… I wish I did though… Oh yeah, Demon and Angel are not Gakuen Alice characters; they're mine…
Summary: The academy's finally getting serious about dealing with Mikan's alices, and the Dangerous Ability Class is getting a new teacher in the bargain. What's going to happen next?
Chapter 25
Fifteen-year-old Ruka Nogi carefully set the cup of hot chocolate he'd just made on the desk. "Here's your drink, Hotaru. Take a break from awhile, will you. It's already past noon. You've been working on that since this morning."
His girlfriend glared at him and sighed. She stopped only long enough to grab the mug on the desk beside her and take a sip of the sweet brew, before going back to her invention. "Thanks, Ruka," she mumbled softly, continuing her work all the while.
"You're welcome," Ruka just smiled, understanding most of her moods and attitude after three years of being her steady boyfriend. Yes, she might seem cold and unfeeling to others, but she was actually quite amiable when they're alone together.
Hotaru unrelenting stared at her invention. She's currently upgrading her baka finder. It hasn't shown her where her stupid best-friend is, ever since Mikan had left four years ago. She'd already patched it to a global satellite that she's created and launched herself. But it still wouldn't work. Trying to piece together in her mind what's wrong with the machine, her hand unconsciously began rubbing an annoying sore spot behind her neck.
Ruka, who had been observing her, quickly positioned himself to stand behind her. Removing her hand from the spot, he began to gently massage her nape and shoulder using both his hands.
Hotaru moaned in pleasure and bent her head forward, exposing the back of her neck to him. "More, Ruka... Ah, that's it… Harder," she whimpered.
Ruka Nogi's brain ceased to function. Her sexy moans were causing all the blood in his body to rush somewhere down south, his hormones going on override mode. He imagined if that's how she'll sound when he finally made love to her. Will she emit those sexy moans as he trailed a path of kisses down her gorgeous body? Will she whimper in pleasure as he slowly made her his? He vision blur. His mind and hormones began concocting mind-numbingly wet daydreams.
Hotaru reclining naked beneath him on the bed, their sweat-slicked skin gliding over each others. Him staring down into her lavender-colored eyes as he made her his.
His hands wandered down her back as the scene in his mind changed into the position they are in now. But in his reverie, he had bent an unclothed Hotaru over her desk. Her pale bottom in front him as he scattered kisses all over her smooth back. He can practically hear her gasp his name as he gradually enters her from behind. "Ruka…"
"Ruka! Ruka! Snap out of it, Nogi!" Hotaru's harsh bark broke him out of his daydream, only to find his girlfriend glaring at him menacingly. "Ruka, what the hell are you thinking?" Ruka mutely stared at her not knowing why she's annoyed with him. "You hands, Ruka." He glanced down to find that his hands had involuntarily wandered down her back while he wasn't paying attention. They were now touching (or fondling would be the better word) Hotaru's derriere.
Ruka swiftly pulled his hands away, as if burnt. "I-I-I-I'm sorry. Sorry, Hotaru. I'm really, really sorry," he hurriedly stammered out, bowing in apology.
Hotaru turned to him. "What were you thinking, huh, Ruka?" She leaned closely towards his face. "Tch. Since Hyuuga currently doesn't have anyone to victimize, it seems like your best-friend's perverted side had transferred to you." She stepped even closer. "So, are you going to tell me what's going on in that dirty mind of yours, Nogi? Or do I have to force it out of you?"
"I-It's not like that Hotaru. It just that…" he faltered when she ran a finger down his throat.
"Just what?" she asked, nuzzling the crook of his neck.
"…" Ruka can't utter another word. She was literally driving him into insanity with what she's doing. He can feel his knees turning to jelly. Grasping the nearest chair, he panted as he gingerly sat down, only to find his girlfriend grinning down at him wickedly.
"I like your idea, Ruka," she said as she slipped onto his lap. "This'll make it easier for me." She commenced on kissing him hungrily, while he moaned in surrender. "Are you going to tell me what you were thinking now, Ruka?"
"I-I can't," he shook his head. "I just can't, Hotaru. It's not…for general consumption."
Hotaru stopped kissing him and glared down at him. "I'll show you what's for my consumption, Nogi," she growled at him with an evil gleam in her eyes. The rest of the afternoon, all Ruka could utter were useless, nonsensical words as Hotaru had her wicked way with him.
Mikan ran down the building's dark hallway. She's currently acting as backup again for a mission, but this mission doesn't have anything to do with the academy. This was a mission that Angel and Demon took on, for a certain fee, from an outsider requiring their "unique" skills. It entailed for the operative to take down not only the head of the organization and everyone inside, but also the structure itself. It was certainly far different from the missions the academy assigns to the DA Class which consist mostly of protect, rescue, and deliver missions. Her only job today was to watch and keep up with the main operative. She looked in front of her to observe the back of the figure running ahead.
Angel, the mission's primary, was annihilating anyone she came across, living up to her clan name: Death. She looked like the Angel of Death indeed, as bodies dropped dead and burned to ashes as she went by them. She was also moving very fast, even having the time to plant bombs along the corridors they've passed. It took a lot of effort for Mikan just to keep up and not lose track of her.
Demon was positioned outside the structure, using an x-ray alice to guide their path through the place. He also sends warnings of any approaching danger to an earpiece Angel's wearing. He led them to a pair of heavy double doors, much like the ones on the headmaster's office in the academy.
A single, well-aimed kick from Angel demolished the doors. The scene inside made Mikan want to gag in disgust and horror. Inside were body parts and humans, some fully formed and some doesn't even resemble a human being. They were immersed in some kind of liquid inside a cylindrical container. Each container had an electronic plaque in front of them highlighting the splices of alice DNA introduced to the body and detailing other experiments done on them.
"This is just sick," Mikan muttered trying to keep her last meal down.
"That's why Demon and I accepted this job. This group does nothing but kidnap and buy people with alices to experiment on them. They're trying to mass produce beings which will possess a multitude of powerful alices but will also have no human qualities in them. It'll be the ultimate weapon that they can control and sell to the highest bidder." Angel explained in a deadpan murmur. "Let's find the sicko that's running this show. I'm itching to break a few bones and rearrange his body parts."
The teenager wearing a long, dark overcoat lay on the cubicle couch (they're currently hanging out in The Underground again with the rest of the clan), recalling the events the transpired earlier on. The night's mission ended with her seeing a full-grown man pitifully crying and groveling, everything going up in flames, the whole structure crumbling to nothing but a pile of rubble. And, as a finale, the earth opened up to gobble the remains, leaving nothing but a flat piece of what looked like untouched land. In short, the mission was a success; she didn't expect anything less than that, considering the persons who were involved in the mission. Before going on missions, especially this mission, she would never have imagined the extent of the cruelty and greed humans are capable of. The unbelievably callous way they destroy other human lives for their sole gain was not something that her eleven-year-old self could ever conger up.
"Hey, D," one of her older brothers called. She didn't have to move from her place to reply since the said brother was currently peering down on her face. "You're looking damn bored, why don't we play some billiards to perk you up," Dare suggested.
"I don't know how," she replied monotonously. "And quit calling me 'D'. The first thing that comes to my mind when called that is a damn water fowl," she growled, only for her to be carried and set down near a billiard table by her two most infuriating brothers.
"If you don't know how then will be teach you, little D," Duke commented a little too happily for her taste. The two "clowns", as she affectionately calls Drake and Duke, had started the "D" thing. After almost a year of being initiated into the family, they still can't find a suitable name for her that starts with that letter. So, the clowns had started calling her that damn, obnoxious letter, instead of Mikan or Kana, just to rile her. She was definitely not in the mood to be irked right now.
"I said quit calling me that!" Mikan screamed. Billiard balls and cue sticks started levitating around her.
"Easy there, Imoto-chan." Dare and Duke slowly backed way from her. Dare tried to use his alice to step into the shadows and get away, but it wasn't working. He nudged Duke to ask him if he could use his alice.
Duke shook his head. "I've been trying to create a shield out of my coat, but it's no use," he whispered.
"We're so screwed," the said in unison, knowing that Mikan was the one nullifying their alices. All they could do was shut their eyes as the objects around Mikan shot towards them. They slowly opened their eyes after a moment, checking if they were still alive, only to find heavy billiard balls and wooden cue sticks had embedded themselves on the wall around them, the projectiles missing them by only an inch at most.
"She's scary," Dare squeaked out in a strangled voice.
"Scary?!" Duke exclaimed, wearily gawking at the innocent-looking fifteen-year-old grinning evilly at them. "She's not scary! She's a hell spawn! The damned devil herself!"
Laughter sounded from their right. They both turned their heads to find Angel and Duncan laughing like loons. "At least the two of you are useful for something," Duncan chuckled. "What do you think about having that name, Kana?" he asked Mikan who had returned to their usual cubicle.
Mikan just shrugged. "It's just fine with me."
"What the hell are your guys talking about?" Dare asked while extracting himself from the wall.
"Mikan's clan name," Angel calmly answered him.
Duke's dark brows furrowed. "We didn't mention anything about clan names."
Duncan grinned. "Yes, you did. Her clan name should match her personality. You just mentioned something that'll suit our Kana."
The two brothers silently thought about what they said earlier on. "Scary, hell spawn and damned?" they asked. "You want her clan name to be Damned?!" they asked incredulously, only to have an empty liquor bottle thrown at them.
"No! You idiots!" Duncan shouted, "Devil!" He then glared at the damaged wall to his pub. Well, no matter, he'll just have Duke fix it later. Duke can easily turn the billiard balls and cue sticks to match the structure of the rest of the wall.
"Oh," were the two idiots' only comment before pouncing on Mikan. "That's a very cool name for you, Imoto-chan," they remarked while pestering her to not end. "Or should we start calling you 'little Devil' from now on?"
"And Mikan," Angel interrupted the on-going wrestling match. "You need an alias for when you re-enter the academy. I suggest you think of one now so you can get used to it."
Mikan thought of a name while fending off the family clowns. "Can't I just be Kana?" she finally asked, kicking Dare away from her at the same time.
"Why not," Angel grinned. "From now on, you're Kana. Kana Kimura, it does have a ring to it." She glanced at her watch. "I have to go guys. I've got training sessions to attend to." She turned to Demon who was sitting quietly, not bothering with any of them, "Make sure Kana doesn't stay here too long and get some rest today. And can you please stop her before she kills Dare and Duke." She rolled her eyes and strode out of the pub.
Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he tried to catch is breath. He stood up again and released another flurry of fire attacks, trying to turn the thick, wooden pole into ashes. But nothing's working. He arrived at the makeshift training grounds early this morning where he found Angel already waiting for him. She had soaked the log in a nearby stream and planted it upright on the ground, telling him to burn the thing in one go, and left him at that. It was already noon, and he's nowhere near succeeding in the endeavor. Might be due to the fact that, the log seems to magically getting infused with more moisture every time he failed in disintegrating the thing with a single attack. He let out a frustrated growl and turned to look at his sister and Youichi lounging beneath a tree. Youichi was nibbling on some cookies while Aoi was playing with her cellphone.
He glared at the pink piece of technology she was fiddling with. It's been a year since she'd had the darn thing, and he has been able to figure out how she came by it. To get a cellphone inside the academy, you'll have to at least be in middle school. Or you'll need to have a well-connected, influential relative or guardian to vouch for you. As far as he knows, the only relative they have left is their father, who couldn't possibly have been the one to get her that phone. He had tried asking her how she got the phone, but Aoi's been very elusive about it. She wouldn't even let him hold the thing. Another thing bothering him is Aoi fidgets with that phone for what seems like every minute or so. Who the hell could she be communicating with? He'd once pried into the phone without her permission, which only resulted in him being hindered by one password after another. Much to his aggravation, the only things in the menu not protected by a password were the games. He growled and threw another fireball at the pole.
"Oh for heaven's sake, Natsume, you can't do the same thing over and over again and expect a different result," an exasperated voice said, coming from the place Aoi and Youichi where.
"Then what the hell do you expect me to do! Nothing seems…" he stopped in mid-sentence as he felt heat flare coming from where the log was. Even though he is a fire alice and mostly insusceptible to high temperatures, he couldn't help flinching from the extreme heat generated. The pole was engulfed in an inferno, white flames twirled around it like a tornado from hell. He could see the moisture in the wood evaporating from the intense heat before the log crumbled to nothing but ashes.
"That is what I expected you to do. Take a break and eat something for now." She lifted a bag of take-out. Aoi and Youichi were already stuffing themselves with food. "Training's no use if you won't have any energy left before the day is over."
Natsume glared at the take-out bag before grudgingly settling down beneath the tree to eat with them.
CHAPTER END
A/N: I'd like to thank FallenRaindrops for suggestions for Mikan's clan name. Listing all those names down was quite an effort, buddy. I think everyone will be happy come next chapter (I'm still typing it down though. And since I never write a hardcopy and school has started again, it might take a week or so for me to finish). So, everyone read and review. Explicitly NO FLAMES. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and suggestions are, of course, allowed.