A REALLY WEIRD STORY
Disclaimer: I don't have anymore jokes regarding this 'Disclaimer' things. So, I will just say, I do not own Gakuen Alice. It's someone else's belongings.
Author's Notes: I want to say that I have no jokes left, but what the heck, all I have isn't even funny, right? That's riiiiight! Well, I am sorry if this is a bit slow. I have an…Bah, you don't even have to know.
Chapter 6
A Chapter after the Previous Chapter
This logic should be pretty obvious, no? Well, in the last chapter, I have wasted your time making useless summary, and in the chapter BEFORE the last chapter, I have wasted your time by letting you read a long chap with a lame ending. Oh god, I feel happy!
"This author starts to make me mad. Let me nullify him." Said Shiroinu. That he did. I am nullified…
Shiroinu's POV
Wow, nullifying an author who makes you is harder than I thought. Well, here I am, stressing about what happen in chapter 4, and keep thinking how I can be so foolish.
Of course, from the first place, had I not help Mikan, this trouble would never arise. Well, it's all in the past. I could never change it. What I could change is actually how I planned to return Mikan's memories, with all of his friend's help.
For you who read previous 5 chapters, should notice that I have a frontal plan and it end horribly. Kirin escapes, Natsume fumes, with more than one meaning, and the rest of group (Imai-san, Nogi-san, and Tobita-san) never speak a word about the failure at my plans, but I am sure that they are greatly disappointed and no doubt will never cooperate with me again.
If that was my fate, then so be it. I will save Mikan alone. Without any help.
In addition, I should keep what I am doing a secret. I would not want Kirin to access into and found out my plans beforehand on this goddamn fic from an oh-god-so-stupid author. So, well, Natsume, could you take my position?
"You want to die?"
Okay, maybe not. Maybe yes! I could nullify his hatred, and make him write this fic! A good plan!
"Has your plans NEVER fail?"
Natsume's POV
Bleh, I do this anyway.
The following days were the worst I could possibly recalled in mind. Whenever I try to gain confidence back, there I stood, remembering defeat against Kirin. That guy's so damn cunning and sly, he is…
"Rejecting your defeat, now?"
I turned back to see who has dare to speak like that. All I see is a little children, should be around 8 years old, with a face that seems like mockingly cute (or cutely mocking?) that is not on my favor. No matter how small he is, he has mocked me. And I never forgive mockers, except for Youichi. Or am I? I sure seen his hair burned when he says I am a blockhead…I am not sure.
"Ahh…Here is the great Natsume, with oh-so-powerful flame Alice, yet he stay motionless in front of a kid."
I suddenly realized the weirdness in this kid's voice. It's filled with confidence, pride, and wisdom. Such traits is hard to found on 8 years old kid. Who the hell is this kid? He is not normal. I should take security measures…
"Looks like your fear controlled you this time. Be glad I destroyed your useless pride."
There he goes. I am nowhere near patience. I blast a fire blast. That kid didn't even blink, and all of sudden, the blast disappears, and the place where the kid should have stood, another familiar guy has taken place. The guy I particularly loathe. Kirin.
How he could pull off tricks like that is one business I have no need in knowing, or so I thought.
"Some logic?"
That was not words I desired. Flame pillars rose from four directions, slowly moving closer to where he has stood.
"You has tried this when I were immovable; it didn't work. When I was movable, why do you think it will work?"
I have known that is the word he will say. When I am about to split the pillars, a crack formed in the mid air. The crack goes bigger, bigger and bigger, until it is big enough for a man to get in. From that crack, a man, even higher than Kirin, appear and grab Kirin by his collar.
"Hey, what do you want?" Asked Kirin, it was clear that he is not expecting this. Without any more words spoken, the big guy pulled Kirin into the crack, and the crack disappear, along with those two.
I have never seen such scene. Who is that guy? Is the crack his power? Why did he pull Kirin away? Well, that question should be asked later. Now I going to the author of this fic and ask what actually happened here.
That's when I see that sight. The same glow I see on Chapter 3. Shiroinu's body enveloped in a bright light, and his body proportions underwent a gender transformation. In matter of seconds, where Shiroinu has stood, one annoying girl I have known for four years named Sakura Mikan has taken place.
Me and you readers would not surprised to see this kind of thing. So I'm not surprised.
"Sakura-san, I am afraid I have to left you here."
I turned to the source of the mysterious voice. Few feet from where Mikan has stood, a tall man with a short black hair, eyebrows so long yet sharp that it looks like a thin, black knives, sharp black eyes, and he's wearing an uniform that does not belong to this damned academy.
I don't know who he is. Nor do I need to know. All I want to know is from where he has appeared when I am sure no one else was there except Shiroinu. That's when everything happen. That annoying girl fell. With a soft 'thud' sound, she lay on the grass, unmoving like a doll. Her eyes were closed. There was slight breathing heard, but her face is not pale. She is a breathing, human-sized doll. She could only breathe.
Wait. She could only breathe? Does that mean…
Instantly, I fell into panic. She could only breathe. Only. That only means one thing. Her memory problems. According to that dumb cow, she, as long as she was on that dumb cow's body, would share his body memories. What's wrong now? Ah! The author here! Explain this now!
Nullified POV
Ouch, my head feels dizzy. I need a break. What's a break? What should I break? Natsume's neck? Why does someone need a neck? What is this big thing with a board full of letters, numbers, one blank, long button, and three lights? Is this what they call computer? Who are they? Why they call something dead? Why does this boy with raven-colored hair take it?
Natsume's POV
Crap, the author's broke. Guess I should find it out myself. I only have two options:
First is to burn the man few feet from her, coz I am sure he is the culprit of all this.
Or to wait. Maybe that dumb cow just went to sleep when that annoying girl take side. Maybe.
Yeah right, like the second option would happen. I summon a ball of flame and throw it at the man. He's need to know whose friend he was messing with. She is my friend. Okay, maybe I am not her friend four years ago, and Youichi support me about it. But slowly, Youichi began to saw a motherly figure on that annoying girl, and a year ago, Youichi began to befriend her. I could not count how many times I have said that nothing good came from her. Youichi don't want to hear me.
But really, that annoying girl impress me. She has tried to befriend me, who has known to befriend none but two. Her efforts are unstopped even after four years of my coldness, more than two thousands times of shame I give to that girl, and many more things I shouldn't do but I do to that girl. I just cannot make that girl go away. Well, I have decided. She has worked hard for four years just to try to befriend me. I have to give her a prize. I'll be her friend for a year. Then she has to spent four more years.
Anyway, back on the flame ball scene. The ball flew smoothly to the man, but this man just stay still like an idiot. I know he will use his Alice. Despite that a vile flame ball moving towards his directions, that stupid man stay still. He cannot do other things except fell when the ball struck him and exploded. He stay there, moveless, on a gras with burn marks all over his clothes.
"Who are you?"
That man said nothing.
"I repeat. Who are you?"
That man said nothing. But instead put his hand on his pocket. I grab him by his collar.
"Look here, tall guy. I am not joking here. I ask, WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THAT GIRL OVER THERE? ANSWER ME!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. I was not a pleasant feeling. The guy take a paper from his pocket and began writing with the pen he hides somewhere. I saw the reading. I held my breath.
I AM SHIROINU. THIS IS MY REAL FORM.
Author's Note: Well, the fifth WORST and LEAST ORIGINAL chapter of this WORST and LEAST ORIGINAL fic is done. I am sorry if this take too long. Review please? I need to know what you think about this fic now. I will be writing an oneshot about Disgaea AND another multi-chapter fic about Zatch Bell. Read it is you need a fic to loathe and you don't have other good fics to read.
