hey guys...okok...this will be my last chappy b4 i go to Phuket tomolo...so enjoy...i noe its short but plz endure...but hey...more time gives me more time to think of new ideas n wat to put in chappy 8! wooohoooo!! okok...so...you can wait for another one i already have on paper...i will spoil the title...'Carved In Ice, Carved In Time'...hehe...this one is...weird but makes a lot of sense...to me at least...haiz...has there ever been an Alice story that makes sense???? Logial sense??? i think not...anywayz...bb!!

P.S. the chapter title has no connection to the chapter...no idea for title so simply put lar...

Chapter 7: Broken

Mikan's P.O.V.

My cloak billowed as I walked, my shoulders hunched, through the last snows of the winter. My mission was simple the way I looked at it. Head to the AAO headquarters and retrieve the Alice student kidnapped a few days ago. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Asato for quite some time. Must be trying to charm some girl. The thought made a small smile come.

Soon, the headquarters of the Academy's archenemy came into view. A glimmering building of glass, standing amongst the cluttered buildings of Tokyo. It was posing as an insurance company, arising no suspicions. What sort of elite organization poses as an insurance agency? It's an insult to all villains.

Cloaked in white, I began to freeze time. As everything around me froze and stiffened, offed with my cape. I was decked in a black cat suite, topped with a black mask that hid my face from sight but let my caramel coif fly free. Quickly, before the Alice's effect wore off, I scaled the building and hopped into an open window.

"If I were Reo, where would I--" The idiotic acts of the AAO cronies would never cease to amaze me. Right on the door on the third floor, fourth from the left, was a sigh that read: Alice Containment for Prisoner. Thank god for stupid henchmen!

I opened the door and found myself staring into green Italian eyes. "Hisoka!" I cried. He looked at me as if trying to remember something. I couldn't let him know who I was. It would just put him in more danger. I closed my eyes and activated the Alice I had copied just the other day: a Chameleon Alice. My eyes transformed from chocolaty brown to a lilac blue. I opened my eyes.

Hisoka was held in a sort of square cage with lasers instead of metal bars. I cracked my fingers and went to work. I went to the keypad on the right side of the cage and began removing the interface. I worked at the wires and microchips that set a maze for me. In a matter of moments, I was done. The lasers dissipated and Hisoka stood.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"White Phantom," was I said. I opened the door. "Why did they take you?"

"They wanted me to blackmail one of the Academy's higher-ups with his emotions," he divulged. "What's your real name?"

"We'll have time for that later," I said. Then, my senses pricked. We were surrounded. A Cloaking Alice was around here somewhere. They pounced. In a matter of moments, punches and kicks were thrown like leaves. I pushed Hisoka away and began tapping into my knowledge of about forty different styles of kung fu.

Then, a gunshot changed the status quo changed everything. A shot to the calve, bleeding profusely and slowly biting into my leg. Thank god my Restraining Alice stopped it before it punctured my bone. A man from behind grabbed my mask.

Oh crappiest crap of this crappy life…

I swung my face around and caught a glimpse of Hisoka's incredulous eyes. I went back to my fighting. I let one final burst of my Wind Alice knocking the, uh, wind out of the men. As they lay down disordered, I grabbed Hisoka with awesome strength and with a newly acquired Alice, we made it back to the Academy gates where I started.

"Mikan?" he asked. I looked up guiltily, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"The less you know, the better off you are," I said. Swinging my white cloak over me and my hood concealing my identity, I began my journey back to the dormitories. But as I took my first step, a sharp pain shot up my leg and I nearly collapsed, the pain nearly causing me to pass out. "Don't tell anyone," I whispered pleadingly.

"I promise," he whispered back.

As he helped me to my room, we never noticed the figure of shadow that watched us.

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Natsume's P.O.V.

Who is this mysterious White Phantom? I saw him walking about the grounds with that Asato dude. What did the guy have anything to do with the Phantom? Did he like Polkadots? He clearly did. "I hate competition," I muttered.

Speaking of Polka, where was she?

Speak of the devil, she walked in. Or rather limped in. Her left calve was bandaged and blood was seen a little. With the help of crutches, she slowly made her way to the second row where Iinchou helped her sit next to him. She smiled a little. Where was that grin I had come to love?

Then, a memory came to mind. The Phantom was limping on the same leg and Mikan was now using crutches. No. It just can't be true.

Yes, it can.

She's strong enough.

A wave of nausea hit me as I realized what was staring at me in the face.

Mikan Sakura was the Academy's new plaything.

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