Pixie Wings and
Other Things

Mikan now lives with Misaki and Tsubasa and is trying her hardest to find out who she really is and why her wings won't grow. Can a book of faerie tales really help her to solve a strange mystery behind her wings, or will she finally learn to accept herself fully for who she is and bloom? NXM

Disclaimer~ I do NOT own Gakuen Alice, but oh if I did, I would love it so much! Drawing the characters, letting people fall in love with them... oh, how I wish! It would be wonderful, wouldn't it?

Typos, typos, check for typos, thanks!~

Okies, love you all! And after thinking about it, this story is based off of bullying and accepting yourself for who you are, isn't? Anyway, I do so hope that you enjoy it! Love Blue~

Chapter Five: ... Who Wanted Acceptence...

A great King starts off as a great person. For a King to rule a kingdom he must rule a happy, peaceful kingdom and he must also be proud of himself. Also, a King needs a loving Queen who will rule beside him with just as much love and care as she has for her husband. Without these things, a King cannot be as great as he wants to be, but if he has the love and devotion of a Queen, he can become great without his crown...

Pixie Wings

Once upon a time in the land of faeries there lived a young faerie named Allana. Allana had, for as long as she could remember, Pixie Wings, and was made fun of by the other faeries who had grown these beautiful faerie wings. Allana loved her wings, though, despite how cruel other people were to her and was kind to everyone because she wanted to have her kindness returned one day.
Allana was a beautiful faerie, but because of her wings, no one took notice of her beautiful face and her lovely voice which so harmonious that even the trolls could sleep by just hearing it.
One day, Allana was out walking for herbs and water when she met a wounded man. He had the most beautiful wings that Allana had ever seen, and was entranced by them. Allana helped the man and healed him with her potions, for she was a potion maker, then sang a song to sooth his mind. The man surprised by Allana and her Pixie Wings, but did not criticise her for them. Allana had never met someone like him before, and soon the two became friends, and later, fell in love.
Allana and the young man, named Fern, married and were happy together. But the land of faeries turned on them both and banished Allana and Fern from their world where they were no longer accepted for Allana's difference. This upset Allana, for now she knew that she was no longer accepted by anyone but her dear husband, Fern, but soon everything got worse.
Fern died one cold winters night and Allana was left alone with no one. She had no children and now had no husband to care for her. She was deeply saddened and cried many days and nights for Fern, but he never came back to her, and soon she too became sick with grief from the death her husband.
However one day everything for Allana changed. She was in her husbands room and found one of his most precious belongings, a ring made of flowers and diamonds made by his late sister, and Allana picked it up to place it in a jewellry box.
The moment Allana touched the ring, though, beautiful faerie wings formed behind her back, wings more beautiful than her husbands. Allana had out grown her pixie wings and had grown faerie wings...

"This isn't helping me at all!" Mikan groaned as she closed the book and rolled onto her back, sighing to herself. Misaki had told her that the book would probably help her, but they were just faerie stories, weren't they? They were made up, but then again... Mikan was actually curious about the stories, because if she remembered correctly, some of the stories were about Pixie winged faeries who fell in love.

"Come to think of it... Pixie Wings sounds like my mother, minus the no children part." Mikan said to herself thoughtfully as she stared at the book cover. She wondered if there had been more pixie winged faeries like herself before she was born, before her mother was even born! If there were, then Mikan was sure to come from a certain heritage.

Mikan got off the bed and took the book towards the shelf where she would put more books when she got some. She then reminded herself to take the History of Faeries book back to the library at some point, or that Prince would get mad at her and probably bite her head off.

"Faerie tales... is Misaki sure that they can help me? I'll find more information in this history book." she whispered to herself, but Mikan shrugged it off and went to change to go outside. Mikan had afeeling that she'd have an eventful day ahead of her...

"Natsume, your sister is going to worry for you again! Why not tell her where you go?" Ruka asked his friend as Natsume walked ahead, looking his usual stern self. Natsume shook his head as he turned a corner and Ruka followed quickly,

"Because Aoi has this` incredible ability to tell father where I go by accident. When he asks her things, she tends to spill the truth." he said through gritted teeth as Ruka smiled whilst shaking his head. Yes, Aoi was like that.

"Very true, Natsume... the young princess does not know when to lie." he laughed as Natsume nodded. That day Natsume had a few things on his mind, mainly the faerie tales he'd been reading. He had taken note that some of the stories were about Pixie winged faeries who wanted acceptence and fell in love with handsome princes or something and suddenly grew fancy new wings. He had actually asked himself why these faerie tales hadn't taught kids to accept different things.

Because he knew that Mikan had never been accepted by others, and she had Pixie wings like those faeries in the stories, so why didn't anyone else take note of what those faerie tales were saying and just let Mikan be? She had feelings, too.

Okay, why was he thinking of the feather brained pixie?

"Natsume?" Ruka suddenly asked loudly, a little concerned.

"Huh? What?" Natsume asked, stopping to stare at Ruka who looked at him closely, then folded his arms.

"I was asking where we were going, because you aren't heading to the library like normal." Ruka queried as Natsume blinked, shrugging a little. Ruka grinned. "You're thinking about something... a certain pixie winged faerie, maybe?" he asked his friend. Natsume fought back a blush.

"Why does everyone keep bringing that up!?" he snapped coldly, stomping off on another route as Ruka ran to keep up, "I am not thinking about her!" he yelled out, and Ruka shook his head. Natsume was so obvious and transparent.

"Fine, fine, you aren't thinking of her, whatever! Just stop running, Natsume!" cried Ruka as Natsume slowed down so that Ruka could keep up. Natsume was a good runner, that was for sure. "So... what are you thinking about?"

"None of your business." muttered Natsume, and quickened his pace again. Bingo! Ruka just grinned to himself secretly. Natsume only hid things when they were something personal, because normally he and Ruka told each other everything.

As Natsume walked on, Ruka realised that they were heading towards the field where they had first met Mikan. Either Natsume really needed to get aeway from the palace, or he was thinking too much to realise where he was going. Ruka picked the latter, because Natsume had a look of deep concentration on his face.

Soon, Natsume and Ruka were both knee-deep in flowers. Natsume was still thinking, Ruka could tell, and wouldn't talk until Natsume realised where they were. It didn't take long for him to snap out of it, though...

"Eh? Natsume, Ruka! What are you guys doing here?" cried a chirpy voice which could only belong to one girl. Natsume was immediately out of his thoughts as he gazed at Mikan, grass and flower petals stuck in her hair and a bunch of wild flowers clutched in her hand tightly. She walked up to the boys, smelling of sweet honeysuckle.

"I should be asking you the same thing, Pixie." Natsume answered almost instantly. Mikan was already irritated with him, and turned to Ruka with a bright smile.

"I was just picking flowers to place in my room... oh! I never told you, did I?" Mikan stated as Natsume arched an eyebrow.

"Told us what?" he asked her. Mikan looked a little sad about it, but still held her smile.

"I ran away." she replied gently, which caused Ruka to open his mouth in astonishment as Natsume quirked his eyebrow higher. He was more surprised than he let on, though.

"Why so?" Natsume questioned. He was indeed curious to as why she'd run away, and so was Ruka. Mikan hesitated, then sat down in the flowers, crossing her legs so that she was out of sight.

"Because of my Grandfather... he's disappointed in me." she muttered, barely loud enough to hear, but the two lads heard it. Natsume rolled his eyes like he didn't care, then crouched to the ground so that he could properly hear Mikan and to see her face.

She was crying.

"How do you know? Has he told you so himself?" he asked her in a low voice as Mikan nodded, then shook her head and then finally shrugged.

"Not... not exactly." she muttered back. Natsume rolled his eyes again.

"Then don't cry about it. We all disappoint, you idiot, some more so than others. Haven't you figured out that maybe someone might miss you, no matter how stupid you are?" he asked her in a cold voice. Mikan glared at him, forgetting her tears.

"Hey, you!" she roared. Natsume was glad to see her angry, it was better than crying. Crying really didn't suit such a girl like Mikan.

"Look, you need to go back. Won't your parents miss you? You've gotta return at some point, you know." he told her as Mikan sat there, staring at Natsume. She finally wiped her eyes and sniffed gently.

"I, I know, but I told my mom that I wouldn't return until I had bloomed... I don't want to return the way I am, now." she whsipered gently as Natsume sighed, then sat himself down in front of Mikan. She was so difficult.

"Bloomed? What do you mean? Like how that stupid rose you gave me will bloom?" he asked. Mikan stared at him in surprise,

"You remember the rose I gave you? I thought you'd have thrown it away!" she cried out loudly as Natsume shook his head, running a ahnd through his hair.

"I... I did! I have no use for a stupid rose!" he growled, and at that, Mikan slumped and stared at the ground. Natsume wondered why he was saying those things...? "B-but, if you bloom, it'll be like the rose bud, right? You'll take your time and then turn into a flower?" oh man, he didn't sound like the Natsume he knew!

"Exactly like that, and until then, I won't return! I want people to see me in a new light when I come back and make my entrance... but it might be too late by then." she said slowly, shaking her head. Natsume stared at her for a moment.

"Why?" he asked her,

"Because I don't know how to bloom... what do I need to do? Do I need to make a potion to bloom or should I go on a journey...? What do I do with myself? Should I... should I just wait to see what happens?" she asked, looking up at Natsume like he might have an answer. Natsume blinked, wondering to himself how she could bloom, too.

"How should I know? I'm no fairy expert like the pink haired fairyologist... why not ask her?" he said as Mikan shook her head,

"I don't think even she knows, but she did give me one thing." Mikan said, holding up a finger to show a one as Natsume nodded.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah... she gave me a book of faerie tales. Why, I have no idea, because I don't think it will help me... however, it got me thinking... the story about Pixie Wings reminds me of my mother, so I thought that there may be a certain heritage containing Pixie wings, meaning that there were more Pixie winged faeries like myself who never grew into their wings... I know that I'm trying to find out how to grow into my wings, but still... maybe in some way I can grow them, but when I'm older, I don't know." she answered,

"You'll never know until you find out, right? So just read a few books from the library, find out if there are any lines of other Pixie winged faeries, do whatever, or just sit here and wait for something to happen." Natsume replied as Mikan stared at him, then smiled and stood up slowly. She helped Natsume up, then giggled.

"You're covered in grass!" she laughed as Natsume growled gently, then noticed that Mikan was covered in grass, too. He walked up to her and swept the grass from her hair as she stared at him, and lightly blushed. Natsume thens tepped back and removed the grass from his own hair.

"There, now we have no grass in our hair." he said as Mikan nodded, then smiled and stopped blushing.

"Natsume... thank you. You may be horrid sometimes, but you've really helped me out, now, so thanks." she said, then held out a simple flower with purple petals. "You're a great friend, and I hope you find your own happiness... one day." she whispered, then walked off as Natsume stood there, holding the flower as Ruka walked towards him, a knowing grin on his face.

"Shut up." hissed Natsume as Ruka's grin widened.

"I won't say a thing." he promised, and followed Natsume back towards Central Town where they would probably sit in the library, reading manga...

"Oh, a Pixie! I haven't seen one of these before!" cried a blonde haired woman the minute Mikan walked into Misaki and Tsubasa's cottage. The woman walked towards Mikan and stared at her, smiling beautifully. Wow, she was a pretty woman. "She's very beautiful, lovely eyes and a well shaped face... nice choice for a Maid of Honour."

"Thank you, Narumi, but please don't crowd her... Mikan, welcome home, this is Narumi, he is my tailor for the wedding and will design both our dresses." explained Misaki as Mikan's eyes driftedfrom Misaki to Narumi, then back again.

"She's a he!?" she cried out loudly, and Narumi burst out laughing. Obviously, he got that a lot. Misaki even giggled a little.

"Oh, Mikan... yes, Narumi's a man, a very pretty one, at that, and he knows it." Misaki said with another laugh as Narumi sweeped his back, smiling beautifully. Mikan wondered how someone so gorgeous could be a man.

"Of course." answered Narumi, and blew a kiss to Misaki who rolled her eyes.

"Narumi is the top tailor in Central Town and an amazing Alchemist, rumour has it. However, no one has seen his alchemy for a while now, not since the attack of the Goblins." Misaki went on, and Narumi stretched out an arm to show off his hand.

"Beautiful hands should not be used to create ugly things such as magic used to destroy, Misaki dear. Beautiful hands should create beautiful things, like your wedding dress." he explained calmly as Mikan herself giggled. He was a strange fellow, then again, Mikan was no ordinary girl herself.

"And speaking of wedding dresses, I need to get measured up, as does Mikan, so please." Misaki said politely, leading Narumi and Mikan into the living room where the two girls would be measured.

"You will look beautiful in your dress, Misaki, but you don't need a dress to make you look beautiful, it's-" Narumi started, but Misaki finished him off,

"The girl who makes the dress beautiful, I know." answered Misaki as she stood on a stool to be measured up. Misaki then turned to grin at Mikan, "Narumi is full of wisdom, Mikan, he has a few useful words to remember, especially when it comes to accepting yourself."

"As you should! Don't expect to be accepted by others when you don't accept yourself! Why, I may be a picture of beauty, but I do have my doubts." Narumi stated as he measured Misaki who nodded. Mikan smiled as she watched.

"I know. Misaki gave me this talk a few days ago... it's not the wings that make the fairy, it's the fairy that makes the wings." Mikan answered, remembering what Misaki had told her the day she had run away.

"Exactly, and thank goodness you remembered that, Mikan!" Misaki said, then hopped down from the stool, for Narumi had finished his measuring and beckoned Mikan to the stool where she stood tall. It was like a fitting back at the palace when there was a party...

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"She ran away!?" cried Sumire the minute she heard the news about Princess Mikan. It was a surprise that the girl had run away, seeing as she was very set on sticking up for herself, but Sumire smiled to herself. "I admire her courage." she then told her parents, who smiled back.

"Yes, thank goodness she has finally owned up to what she is and left! I do hope that she doesn't show her face her ever again!" Mrs. Shouda cried out happily, clapping her hands together. Mr. Shouda nodded proudly,

"Of course she won't return, my dear! Why would she want to, there is nothing here for her. Now all we have to do is throw that ridiculous mother of hers out! Once she's gone, we won't have to huimiliate ourselves by conversing with them again... oh, if only they had gone sooner." muttered Sumire's father as she stared at her parents, nodding. She then stood and walked to the stairs in their house,

"I am going to my room for some rest." she called out, then left her parents to converse as she flew up the stair. The minute she was in her room, however, Sumire sighed and looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror.

"Admire her courage...? Whatever." she muttered, walking towards her bed and falling onto it. Sumire stared at the corner of one of her wings and shook her head.

"I hate these wings." she muttered to herself, burying her head into her arms as she lay there, still, until she was disturbed by a knock on her window, and she looked up to see her best friend, Koko.

"Koko!" she snapped as he flew in, grinning that stupid grin of his, "What are you doing in here! You know well that mother and father don't like you being around me!" she glared at Koko, but not with hatred.

"I know, but we're friends, Sumire, and your parents can't keep friends apart!" he started as Sumire sat up, sighing and huffing to herself. "Can't you talk to them?" he asked her then, and she stared at him.

"I have, but they don't listen! They think that you're a bad influence on me." she muttered, lowering her head as Koko sighed, shaking his own head as Sumire let her eyes dart to the side to stare at him.

"If it wasn't for these wings..." she muttered, but Koko snapped,

"Don't say that! These wings mean you're special, Sumire!"

"How can I feel special when I don't have you near me, huh!? These wings just tear us apart, Koko!" she then screeched, and Koko was lost for words. Sumire stood then, and ran to her window, staring out of it as the tears ran down her face. Koko followed her.

"You really miss me that much?" he asked her gently as Sumire nodded, rubbing her eyes roughly with her fists as Koko held her shoulders, smiling gently.

"I wish... I just wish that I could be like Mikan." she whispered as Koko stared with interest,

"Oh, yeah? Why?" he asked as Sumire turned to stare at him, sighing.

"She doesn't have the pressure of being in line for the throne, and I do... she still has some freedom left for herself, but me... I'm not even allowed to see my friends anymore." Sumire whispered, then felt herself being pulled towards Koko as he hugged her. She buried her head in his chest as Koko stood there, holding her.

"She has pressure, you know that. She always has... come on, Sumire, just accept your wings as they are, because if you come out as a Queen or just with regular wings, I'll accept you no matter what." he told her as she looked up at him and smiled sadly.

"I know... but my parents might not," she sighed as Koko rolled his eyes, then pushed Sumire away from him and stared at her sternly, which was weird for Koko since he was rarely stern.

"And why should you care? As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter what others think... right?" Koko asked as Sumire nodded, then flung her arms around Koko's neck as he held onto her, smiling.

Yes, Sumire did admire Mikan's courage, but ever since she had grown her Princess wings, Sumire had admired Mikan in more ways than she could imagine...

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The chapter ended differently. I was going to have Sumire as the bad guy throughout all the story, but she's a good character, so I couldn't help but add in how much she did admire Mikan. Okies, well, I do hope that you liked it, and thanks for reading. Bye!~

Lots of love and hugs, Blue~

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