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Chapter 12: Broken Puppet

Mikan's P.O.V.

It's June, close to the middle of summer. How long have I been back at the Academy? Oh yeah. About a month. A month of missions and new memories. Then…it changed whenever I was with him. Surely, my heart seemed to pick up speed like last time. I couldn't be still in love with him…could I?

No way…no way…not possible…

Yes. It is…

I breathed in heavily and made my way across the rocky canyon the Academy plane had literally dropped me off. Another night, another mission. This time...they wanted to hit the Anti-Alice in the gut, throwing them into a position that would make it impossible to resist an immediate ambush from the Academy. And of course, I was smack-dab in the middle of this whole thing.

Leaving all thoughts of a certain flame caster behind, I trudged to the AAO facility. I swear, the AAO are not subtle. It was huge glass dome. Talk about cocky. Anyways, the Academy wanted to stab the AAO where it hurts. Namely, Reo. The had equipped me with an arsenal worthy of an expert assassin. Which I was.

I crept to the top of the dome and screwed open a window. I snaked through the hole and found myself surrounded by agents. Oh crappiest crap of this crappy world. They caught hold of my arms and dragged me to god-knows-where, a gag caught in my mouth.

Sooner or later, I would meet with Reo. But I wish I didn't.

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Reo. The freaking bastard, not the devil's spawn. But the creature of which the devil spawned from. The man freaked me out. "Mikan Sakura," he drawled. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm sure you know who I am, seeing as how you sabotaged my plan countless times in the past eight years. Beginning when you were ten." He rose from his throne-like chair and moved to a wall.

"Besides this beloved Natsume of yours," he said.

"He's not my beloved," I spat.

"What do love most in the world?"

"None of your business!"

"Your grandfather, perhaps?"

My head swiveled up and he flipped a switch. From the floor, a metal table rose. On it, a body, hidden from sight by a white sheet. He pulled it off, revealing a face, dearly beloved, long lost and now, gone forever. My grandfather's cold and lifeless body lay there on the cold metal. My head was swirling in a never-ending vortex of denials. No. He couldn't be dead. He was supposed to stay safe in Nagoya.

This time, he was so finished. I let my rage control all of me. This time, I didn't want anything to do with any Alices. I was done. All that washed over me was anger, wrath, rage and the urge to tears into something. I felt my eyes take on the evil look that I had never used but had now decided to appear.

My body enflamed itself, never hurting itself but only my mind. Everything I loved dissolved in front of my eyes. I let myself vanish from this world and I crept into a cave of shadows, far from the prying eyes of those who might judge my actions.

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Reo's P.O.V.

I saw her eyes take on a dull and empty look. Mikan Sakura was gone. I snapped and men came and wrapped her neck with a collar. Puppets were always favorable with me. "Mikan, time to go to the Academy."

She complied, walking like a broken puppet.

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Natsume's P.O.V.

The AAO was attacking. Everywhere around us, planes dropped bombs and men ambushed the Academy grounds. Students ran amok, searching for a sanctuary or to help someone. Secondary Elementary School students rescued the younger students, carrying them to safety and the Middle School and School Division took the offensive and defensive, ensuring the others got to safety.

The teachers took the positions as directors, Jinno disappearing to find the Headmasters, all of which seemed to have gone to Paris for a Headmaster Meeting Summit. I was leading the offensive team of course. Imai was in the Strategy Room with the teachers, Ruka in the defensive, all the animals at the ready.

Then, I saw the offensive Team A leader. Her coppery hair and teak-olive eyes were unmistakable. But…the eyes…were changed. Then, I saw it. Something, reflected in her eyes, had snapped, turning Mikan into something we didn't know and didn't understand. She walked slowly and her other teammates charged. She walked with unmistakable slow deliberation.

Her eyes, bland, empty and angry, were focused on me. "Hyuuga," she said, her voice dry and only a sound, nothing else. "Time to end this." She sent a blazing torrent of black Hell Fire spiraling towards me. Only my years of harsh training saved me from her wrath, a fiery intent on God-knows-what.

"Mikan!" I called.

"Never call me that again," she whispered, her eyes betraying nothing.

She was nothing but a broken puppet...

A/N:okok...did you like it even though it was crap short??? hope you did...keep waiting...i am going to update right away now...