mushi mushi, mi amigas! hello...i juz watched Pirates 3:At World's End and frankly, it rocked on ice!! i tell you...it was so cliffhangy that they absolutely CANNOTT NOT make a Pirates 4...and Elizabeth and Will in the end (spoiler) are so...Romeo-and-Juliet-ish...OMG!! now all there's left to watch is shrek the third...hahah...where do you think i get some of my inspiration??? anywayz...goin to Phuket in two days so i might see some of you...not! anyway...hope ya'll can wait for chappy seven...i know i cant...savvy...

Chapter 6: Roses and Missions

Mikan's P.O.V.

As I sat in class, I couldn't believe how slow the Japanese syllabus was. I also couldn't believe that I used to be horrible in math. Then, Jinno left, leaving a very…uh…jolly Narumi-sensei behind. "Good afternoon, class!" he greeted. I smiled a little and settled down to listen to whatever our homeroom teacher had to say. "Well, as you know, spring is coming soon in about a month. So, we will be having a cherry blossom gala!"

"What for?" someone shouted.

"All for the sake of fun, of course!" the teacher replied. I nodded in agreement.

"That's not a logical answer," Hotaru commented dryly.

Narumi-sensei and I looked at her simultaneously with confused expressions. "It's not?"

Every student in the class practically groaned at the teacher's laughter at the humor of his answer. I giggled along with him. He saw me laughing and grinned even wider, making me laugh harder. My ribs hurt but his face was so…endearing that I couldn't help but laugh.

I sobered up, traces of the laughter only in my eyes. I have become a master at shielding my emotions. The teacher coughed and regained his composure. "Anyway, the gala will be held in around a month as I said and every person is required to wear formal clothing and of course have a date handy."

The boys groaned as the girl's began their giddy chatter. All but two girls: Sakura Mikan and Imai Hotaru. We looked at each other blankly and rolled our eyes. "What nutheads," we seemed to say. Imai, beautiful cropped hair and all, watched as her boyfriend turned pale. Hotaru had said she wouldn't go out with him unless he could ask her in public. Way to go Hotaru!

As soon as Hotaru rose to talk to the boys in the back row, I could feel every male eye focusing on me. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap oh crappiest crap! From past recollections, I remember a certain raven haired teen having a tendency to be chased by his oh-so hormone enraged females whenever Valentine's day or the Last Dance was well underway.

Thank god Jinno-sensei decided to walk in, asking for some help. My hand shot up like a speeding bullet. Looking at me curiously, he ushered me out. Before I could leave, Narumi-sensei whispered to me. "The library's encyclopedia section is never looked at."

I smiled gaily and walked away.

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Ah, the pure bliss of silence. I think I might move down here into the encyclopedia section. I listened to the faded sound of flipping pages. In my solace, my mind drifted to the vase of roses in my room. By now, they should have wilted, but they stood proud and strong. First, it was the red rose. Then, was pink. Later, lilac. Over the span of four days, I received four roses but the most amazing was a blue rose, terribly rare to the world but there it was, sitting in my room. The note was as corny as ever.

This comes from one who truly loves you.

A blue rose…

So many words to explain what it is…

But its rarity…

Dulls in comparison to the rarity of a person like you…

I smirked and leaned my head on the dusty shelves of the library. My senses pricked and I knew the jig was finally up. Why was I constantly hunted down? Couldn't I just live the life of a normal teenager?

You wish…

"Having a nice nap, Sakura-dono?"

His dark voice curled with malice and accomplishment. I had been avoiding the places where I would most likely meet him. "The jig's up isn't it?" I said, my eyes closed.

"You guessed it. You've got your first one tonight. And keep in mind, if you ever deny the Academy your service, I'll be sure to put your little Black Cat back on the road."

"And you better keep your end of the bargain," I said, quietly, refusing to meet his ebony eyes that were fabled to be able to stop a man's heart. "If you touch a single hair on any of their head's, then our contract is over and you're time here is up." My voice was quiet and hollow…much like me.

Persona hopped down from his place on the shelves and was next to me. His breath, so cold like his blood was ice, froze my cheek. He traced my face with his long, black fingernail and blood dripped from his nail. "Such a pretty face for such a dangerous young angel," he whispered. "Love makes us do crazy things, doesn't it, Sakura? Like it did with Hyuuga."

I turned to punch him, but all there was left was the smell of burnt hair. Tears were well underway as I left the library, a blur to everyone else. I wanted solace, I wanted peace, and dare I say it, I wanted death. It was word that made me sigh with unheeded bliss. But I would never get it unless I slipped. But if I slipped, Natsume would get pulled to his feet. I loved him too much until I hated him. Yeah.

I hate him…

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Natsume's P.O.V.

Persona had called me for a meeting. The man made me feel so…ugh… For some reason, he sounded like he was saying a final goodbye. I don't know why. As the moon shone on the frothy color of the cherry blossoms, a sense of foreboding floated about me.

Then, I saw him. He was standing on a lamppost with two lights like one of those you'd find on a London street. "Hello, my dear little black cat," he said oily. Did I mention how yucky this man made me feel? "I've been given the honor of telling you that the Alice Secret Corps will be letting you free of your services from this day on."

Did I mention how wonderful this man makes me feel?

"Seriously?" I asked, unable to contain the excitement that I had always been able to control well. I was practically jumping up and down like the idiot. Well, at least like how she used to. Then, realization hit me. "Who's your new black cat?"

He chuckled. "There's no new Black Cat. Only my perfect White Phantom." From basically nowhere, a figure cloaked in a white, well, cloak, hopped onto the other light of the lamppost from London. The face of the White Phantom was hidden but a few strands of hair billowed free, but the darkness concealed the color. "So, you are relieved of your duties. Oh, yes, and Yukiaoi will join you shortly."

It was like I had been shot. My sister was finally leaving the claws that had held her captive for so long? All that was needed was my Mikan and a chapel and everything would be so complete, I could die with absolutely no regret. I turned and left, a giant smile played on my lips for the first time in years.

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Mikan's P.O.V.

He was happy. That was all I could ever wish for. I had ordered for the release of Yukiaoi Hyuuga and they granted me the wish in exchange for my services. Unlike Natsume, I was equipped with a healing Alice. No one would ever find out about my taking missions because I would never looked tired or hurt. And I prayed they never would have to see me in action.

It was common knowledge in the Secret Corps that since France was the base of the whole Alice Academy branches, the missions the students took there were tougher, far more dangerous and more prone to killing a person. I was the best of the best, apparently according to my instructor, and hence, I was therefore the best in the world. Who knew what you could make out of this no star.

My hood fell off my head. Persona smirked. "Well done, Sakura-dono." I let myself be dragged away by the wind.

A/N:oooo...so angsty in my opinion...but my opinion doesnt count...yours does and voice those opinions in a review...geez...i sound like one of those Djs on MTv...hehehehe...so seee you l8r...bb!!