Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice! The lovely Tachibana Higuchi owns the rights!
Here's the second chapter! Sorry, it's kinda long… but I hope you enjoy it anyways! Please tell me what you think! It would make my day.
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Natsume's POV
"Sakura Mikan. Where is she?" I demanded.
A voice called from the back. "I'm Sakura Mikan."
The crowd that surrounded me parted and made a pathway for her to come up.
It's the girl who sits next to me.
"What do you want?" she said, her bright brown eyes glaring. This is Sakura Mikan? You've got to be kidding me. This willy dilly of a girl works for Japan's Intelligence Agency? She looks too innocent. Someone like her…
I stood up and tilted her chin, taking a good look at her face.
"You look like an ugly baby walrus," I smirked.
"What did you just say?" she asked, slapping my hand away. The guys in the class looked appalled at what I just said.
"What did you just say about Mikan?" a voice asked angrily. A lot of whispering followed.
"Come with me." I grabbed her wrist and headed out the classroom, ignoring everyone's gasps.
It was windy on the rooftop. It was quiet and all I could hear was the wind blowing. I double checked to see if there was anyone around. There wasn't.
I could hear her grumbling behind me.
"You're Sakura Mikan, huh?" I said emotionlessly.
She crossed her arms and nodded. "Narumi-sensei sent you, didn't he?"
"Naru, that twat… yeah, he did."
"Well, is that all you wanted to say? Then, I'm leaving." She turned around and retreated, her two long chestnut-colored pigtails swaying in the wind.
Before she reached the door, the wind blew her skirt up, revealing her underwear. What is she? Five years old? Who wears polka dotted underwear at her age?
"Nice polka dot panties," I smirked. She immediately turned around, cheeks turning a light shade of red.
"W-what? Y-You p-p-pervert!" She yelled, now cautiously holding down her skirt.
"You were the one that showed me, you stupid airhead."
"What did you just call me? I-I didn't s-show you! You looked!" she stammered, "H-Hentai! You piss me off!"
"Calm down. There was nothing to see anyways, polka dots."
She clenched her fists. "If you weren't an working for JIA(Japan's Intelligence Agency), you would so be dead right now."
I raised an eyebrow. Is she trying to threaten me? I scoffed as she angrily slammed the door.
Mikan's POV
That pervert! How dare he!
I stomped all the way back down class where Anna and Nonoko-chan were eyeing me.
"Ne, ne, how did it go?" Anna asked.
I tilted my head. "What do you mean? How did what go?"
"You don't have to hide it from us, Mikan!" Nonoko-chan said playfully, poking my arm.
"Huh? I really don't know what you are talking about…" I answered, eyebrows knitted together.
"With Hyuuga Natsume-kun!" they both chimed.
"He is incredibly annoying and perverted and he pisses me off," I grumbled. They exchanged confused glances and then started to laugh.
"What?" I asked, bewildered by their reaction.
"It's nothing," they giggled.
After school, I raced back home, careful as to not bump into that pervert.
"Narumi-sensei!" I cried, "Why did you send someone like him?"
He laughed, "Mikan, try to get along with him."
"I'm trying!" I sighed, "But h-he s-s-s-saw my—" I was too embarrassed to say it.
"What did he see?" Narumi-sensei demanded angrily.
"M-My… Nevermind!"
"Mikan, a kawaii girl like you… Don't let him touch you. Don't let him get near you. If he touches you, I will personally make sure he regrets it for the rest of his life."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Never mind it. But Natsume is going to be living next door to you, alright? Just be aware."
"Next door?" I sulked.
"Hai hai. So Mikan, how was school today?"
"It was fine. Nothing suspicious happened. Nothing suspicious has ever happened the two years I've been here. I know it's only my second mission and you want to keep it simple for me, but am I really needed here? I mean the principal doesn't even know who I am or that I'm there keeping an eye out on the documents…"
"Gomen, Mikan," he said sullenly, "But the time will come." The time will come. The time will come? What does he mean? "Just continue to keep this a secret from everyone, okay?"
"What do you mean—"
"I'll talk to you later, Mikan." And with that, the screen faded.
Geez, Narumi-sensei… leaving me all confused like that. I flounced back on the couch and let out a sigh.
I rummaged through the fridge and the cupboards, searching for food. Ah, looks like I'll have to do some grocery shopping tomorrow. All I have left is just three packs of ramen and an expired custard bun.
For dinner, I made myself one of the packs of ramen I had left and sat down on the couch. I flipped through the channels, looking for something to watch. What is there on the news today? Oh, the yakuza are at it again… *Click* Hm, maybe I'll just watch this anime show.
I indulged in my small bowl of ramen noodles. I have to save the other two packs for lunch tomorrow. And the custard bun for breakfast. Wait, does that moron have any dinner?
After a minute of debating with myself, I decided to go next door and check up on him. I knocked on his door a couple of times.
"Oi! It's me, Sakura Mikan!" I yelled, knocking on the door. I waited a couple of moments before the door finally opened.
"You're so loud," he sighed, "What do you want?"
"I was just wondering if you've had anything to eat yet," I smiled, "since you just moved in."
I peeked inside. It was completely empty with nothing but his suitcase and a sheet spread out on the ground. By the looks of it, it didn't look like he had dinner yet.
"I can make you some ramen if you want," I offered.
"Tch, do whatever you want," he said expressionlessly.
"Oi! It's me! Open the door!" I yelled, knocking on his door. The door flew open and he was standing there, with the same emotionless face.
"I don't have much ramen left, so this is all I could make. Gomene, I know it's not a lot." I smiled and handed him the small bowl of ramen. "You can just give me the bowl back tomorrow."
He nodded, unsure of what to say.
"Ehtto, it's me again!" I said, knocking on his door.
"What do you want this time?" he asked, "You're so annoying."
"Sorry! I just thought that… it doesn't look like you have any pillows and it looks so uncomfortable sleeping on that sheet on the ground so I just thought that—"
"Are you inviting me to sleep in your bed with you?" he asked impassively. What. This crazy hentai is getting the wrong ideas again!
I stared at him blankly. "N-n-no way! You idiot! I never said that! Don't get the wrong idea! I just came here to give you a pillow and a blanket! H-Here!" I shoved the pillow and the blanket in his face. He took the pillow and the blanket from me with one hand, and with the other hand, he placed it against my chest.
"How disappointing. It's so flat." He shut the door, leaving me speechless.
"You pervert!" I screamed, "Natsume, you big stupid pervert!"
I returned to my apartment room, sulking. That brat… how dare he! That stupid perverted idiot! It was my mistake for treating him so nicely!
I woke up extra early to avoid him. I dashed to school on my bike, cautious of not bumping into him. The school day went by slowly as usual. I avoided talking to anyone for too long and I had lunch in the bathroom again. Sitting next to that pervert wasn't so bad since he never acknowledged my presence.
As usual, I scurried out of school when the last bell rung. I pulled my leg over my bike and strapped my helmet on. I decided to ride my bike today since I had to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries.
I pedaled along the wide pathway, gradually quickening my pace. I raced to the end of the road and made a sharp turn. It took ten minutes to get to the supermarket. I stopped my bike and locked it outside of the grocery store.
"Obaa-chan!" I called cheerfully, "Konnichiwa!" An old lady stood behind the poultry section. She had fine, gray hair and a small, wrinkled face.
"Ah Mikan! You're here again!" Obaa-chan replied, smiling, "I haven't seen you in a while."
"Well, I finally ran out of food, so here I am! Onegai, two fish!"
"Sure thing," she said, wrapping two fish in the wrappers. "Here you go, Mikan."
"Arigato, obaa-chan! I'll see you later! Take care!"
I pushed the shopping cart away into the produce section. I grabbed lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, tofu, and carrots, and headed toward the fruits. I grabbed several apples, two boxes of strawberries, and some bananas. I pushed the cart toward the dry food aisles. I picked up a loaf of bread, two packs of seaweed, six packs of ramen, four bags of gummy candy, a bag of rice, and an assortment of pudding and cakes. Quickly, I went to the drinks aisle and grabbed two cartons of soy milk.
After I paid for everything, I hauled my two big bags of food to my bike. I strapped it down to my bike and proceeded to go home.
It was getting darker as the sun began to set. I saw the various colors of pink and blue blending together in the sky as I pedaled my bike. I passed by the park and stopped when I heard a scream cut short. I quietly hid behind the bushes and peeked out, eyeing three suspicious looking men wearing sleeveless shirts, revealing some sort of tattoo. They seemed to be circling around something. I took a closer glance and saw an unconscious little girl being taken away. My eyes widened and I examined the three men. Those tattoos. I've seen them somewhere before. They were on TV last night! They're the ones that's been causing trouble lately!
Without thinking, I jumped out from behind the bushes and ran toward the three men.
"Let her go!" I shouted angrily. The three men glanced at me.
"What do you want, little girl?" one of them asked, "Are you trying to mess with us? Do you know who we are?"
"Unfortunately, I do know who you are. And I demand that you let her go."
The second man snorted. "You're so nosy. Why should we do that? I guess we'll take you too." As he swung his arm, I grabbed his fist before it could hit me and flipped him over. The other two men came leaping forward and I jumped up, kicking them both. The first man bounced back up to his feet again and managed to punch me, but I immediately retaliated and punched him back. He staggered for a moment and I took the opportunity to kick his groin. I grabbed the unconscious little girl, swung her on my back, and ran to my bike.
I heard footsteps behind me and I knew that more men had gathered. Damn it. I got my bike and began to ride away, but one of the men caught the back of my bike and sent me lurching off to the side. I shielded the little girl from the fall, but all of the seven men were surrounding us. Crap! My arm. I scraped my arm against the ground and there was a trail of blood. I peeked out my legs and there was a gash on my leg. I darted my eyes up and saw similar men, also wearing sleeveless shirts and sporting a tattoo on their right arm. I sprung up, with the girl on my back, and kicked two of the men. I launched myself forward and flipped another man using one hand, ducking before he could hit me. The other four men eventually got a hold of me and using one hand to fight was against four was too much. I struggled to break their grasp, but I was knocked out.
I opened my eyes, and with a hazy vision, saw a large group of men gathered around in a circle. My hands were numb and I realized they were tied tightly behind my back, as were my legs. They had propped me up against the wall, along with the little girl who they put next to me.
Where are we? I observed my surroundings. There are stairs leading up, so we must be downstairs in some basement. And all these guys… they're part of a yakuza. What the hell did they want with this girl? I tried to break free of the rope, but my efforts were futile. I darted my eyes around the room, silently looking for something to cut the rope apart. The girl beside me finally opened her eyes.
"Are you alright?" I whispered. She nodded. She looked frightened and her eyes were watery, not daring to say a word. "Daijoubu, I'll get us out of this," I whispered again, trying to assure her.
"Hey, the brats are awake!" called one of the men. They all turned around. I glared at them.
"Let us go!" I yelled furiously.
"Not until her parents give us back the money they owe," replied one of the men. Money? So her parents owe a debt.
"Do you think it's right to kidnap this girl as a way to collect back your money?" I scoffed, "You are all pathetic. Let her go!"
The men inched closer. I scooted myself in front of the frightened girl, refusing to let them get near her. "Daijoubu, I won't let them touch you," I smiled at the girl. She was huddled up into a ball, legs shaking.
Some men came forward with clubs. One of them moved close, cupping their hands around my face. "How old are you? What a beauty…" the man said.
I spit in his face. "Let us go," I demanded. The man was taken back, and he wiped his face with his hands. He had a malicious grin on his face. "Watch what you're doing, little girl," his tone changed into something more spiteful—more calm and firm. He grabbed my collar, lifted me up with one hand, and threw me against the wall. My shoulders slammed against it and I slumped down. Ow. Damn it! If only I wasn't tied up!
"Onee-chan!" the little girl cried out.
"Sh," I said, "I'm okay, don't worry." I smiled, trying to reassure her.
"That's enough," one of the men said, sitting on the worn-down couch. So he's the leader of these people? He was massive and extremely muscular. He had a lazy eye so it looked like he was extremely angry. He stood up and slowly walked toward us. I scrambled to the front of the little girl, trying to shield her.
"Miss, do you know that her dad owes us a large sum of money? We can't let her go until her dad pays us back what he owes."
"That's not the girl's fault," I said bitterly, "Can't you solve this using more peaceful means?"
"I'm afraid I can't," he said mockingly. He stepped around me and picked up the trembling little girl.
"We'll have lots of fun together, until your dad comes around," he smiled dryly, tugging her hair.
I immediately emerged forward and head butted him. He staggered back a few steps, but when he looked at me, I could tell he was furious. He grabbed me by one of my pigtails and attempted to hold me up. I winced at the pain of my hair being held up. He nodded at the men who were holding clubs. My eyes widened.
"Don't hurt onee-chan!" the girl yelled, struggling to get out of the man's grasp.
"Don't talk," I told her, "It'll be fine." I didn't want the men with the clubs to go after her. I wiggled around trying to release myself. My heart beat faster and faster when the men started to move in, but all of a sudden, apples came flying in. All of them were aimed at the heads of the men holding the clubs, and not one of them missed. The leader of the yakuza dropped me out of surprise when his head was hit.
They all turned around, seeing who or what was there. I pushed myself forward, and peeked at the doorway. Natsume.