A/N: So, basically, in this chapter and forwards, I'm saying fuck it to languages, cause in my story, Japan speaks English! P.S. If you guys don't know, I changed the first chapter. I also have a little note back there so you may or may not want to read that.
I sighed for the four hundredth time. I had been sitting on this god forsaken plane for at least 13 hours. The flight from Tokyo to New York was long, hard, and gruelling, but somehow, I made it. And as much as I wanted to just find a bed and sleep, I just continued on my way. I found my suitcases and trudged along. I found the waiting area where a man in a black suit stood, holding a sign with my name on it. I sighed and walked over to him.
"Hello, you must be Mikan Sakura," he said.
His voice was deep and suited his dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. He looked around thirty and wore a large smile on his face. He was clean shaven and wore a black suit.
"Yes, that is correct," I said slowly. "And you are?"
"Mr. Collins, the vice principal of Black Alice Academy. I will be escorting you to your rooms," he replied politely, the smile never leaving his face.
I nodded.
"Alright. Then how 'bout we head off? I'm feeling pretty drowsy and I'd like to sleep in a nice comfy bed," I suggested.
"Alrighty then, little miss," Mr. Collins smiled.
Mr. Collins and I headed out the airport doors, dragging my suitcases behind us. He led us towards the long line of cars and my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the silver Porsche 918.
"Holy hell," I breathed. "That's your car?"
"No. It's your car."
I turned towards him.
"The principal heard about your birthday passing, so the academy got this for you since you are new to the country and he thought this would help with your enjoyment at Black Alice."
We got into the car and I could barely contain my happiness.
"I love this school. End of story," I smirked.
Mr. Collins laughed and sped off towards the school. The ride was amazing. Mr. Collins turned out to be a cooler person than I expected. Along with explaining the school system to me, he also stopped along the way to buy some lunch and some books at an Indigos. But what really amazed me was the school. Black Alice Academy was a very large school on the outside, but the inside just blew my mind. It had large, single bedroom dormitories, a gigantic cafeteria, pools, and training rooms.
"Right this way, Mikan," Mr. Collins said, leading me down the dormitories. "And we're here. This one is your room, little miss."
I stared at the door. Room 109. Hesitantly I reached for the knob, expecting the same old attic room I've been living in for the past few years of my life. As I pushed the door open, I was surprised.
"Holy hell," I breathed.
The room was like a small apartment. There was a kitchen, living room and a few more doors leading to God knows what. The space was gorgeously decorated. The off-white walls were complimented nicely by black furniture. A leather couch, coffee tables, counters etc.
"Best room we have," Mr. Collins remarked. "Thought it'd be nice to give it to you, kiddo."
I turned around.
"For me? Why?"
"Well after one look at your exam marks last year and the years before we decided you'd be a good student. Rewards and consequences, Miss. Sakura. Now, if you mind, I have a few errands to run for Principal John and must be going now. Bye!"
"Good bye, Mr. Collins!" I called.
I closed the door of my new home and smiled, looking around. This is it. America! I smiled again and sighed.
"Home sweet home, I guess," I muttered to myself.
I ran off to the bathroom, which was just as luxurious as the rest of the dorm room and took a long, relaxing bath. After a while, I changed into my pajamas and went to bed.
"America," I sighed contently.
My eyes began to feel heavy, and the pillows and blankets were too soft to ignore. I quickly gave into the temptation of sleep.
It was my first day of school, and wouldn't you know it, I was late. I wasn't too focused on getting to school though. I had enough people pretending to be close to someone who wasn't me. I lazily dressed myself in the uniform, a white button up, black and white striped tie, a black sweater vest and grey pants. I slipped on a pair of black DC high tops and tied my hair in a low pony tail. I grabbed my black shoulder bag and put on some headphones.
The trip to class was a short one. My first class was art and I was ten minutes late. I found the class and knocked on the door, letting my headphones rest around my neck. I could hear a faint tapping of shoes and the door swung open. A tall male looked at me and smirked.
"Miss Mikan Sakura, I presume?" he asked.
The man had a deep baritone voice which matched his sharp face, thick brown hair and stubbly chin. I nodded. He looked around twenty seven and was presumably the teacher.
"Mr. Evans," he said, shaking my hand. "You're ten minutes late," he remarked.
I shrugged.
"Life's life," I replied.
He chuckled and led me into the room. The students inside all turned towards me, but I could care less.
"Introduce yourself to the class," Mr. Evans instructed.
"Mikan Sakura, sixteen, female, Japanese," I said bluntly. "That's basically all there is to it."
"If that's it, then take a seat right there next to the blonde girl right there. Our assignment is to paint something that is sentimental to us."
I nodded and took my seat. Class was loud and there were a plethora of students asking me questions. I mostly ignored them because I wasn't up to it. Halfway through the class as people finally started learning to leave me alone, the door flew open. I looked up and saw a boy lazily strutting into class.
"Who's the hippie in my chair?" he asked loudly, staring straight at me.
"Mr. Marx," Mr. Evans smiled. "It seems you've decided to grace the class with your presence. Now Miss. Sakura is occupying your seat for now, as you were late. Now you take the seat behind her or get the hell out of my class."
I rolled my eyes at the two and looked back at the canvas. I was placing the finishing touches on the painting, a painting of a lone bench and streetlight with trees and snow surrounding. It was the special place grandpa and I used to have picnics. It was an area filled with cherry blossom trees and was flushed pink in the spring and coloured white during my birthday. It was a very special place in my heart and I used to visit it all the time, up until they cut the tree down.
"Hm? So you really are a girl."
I looked behind me at the boy.
"Nice painting," he commented.
"Nice face," I retorted, sticking my tongue out. He whistled.
"I'd say the same, babe," he smirked. "So what's up with the boys' uniform?"
"I'm not up for that skirt shit today," I exhaled, leaning back on my chair.
I was finished my painting and had a few minutes to waste.
"I see. You're one of those 'I-do-shit-at-my-own-pace' kinda girls," the kid smiled. "Name's James, James Marx."
We shook hands.
"Gotta say, though. That introduction would've been a hell of a lot better had your last name been Bond. Sakura Mikan at your service, Mikan's the first name, just saying."
"The Japanese, always so weird," James said, teetering in his chair. "I guess I can consider myself your first friend here in America, Miss. Sakura?"
"Sure," I grinned. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, hun."
The bell rang and the class filed out of the room. James slung an arm around my shoulders and walked me to my next class.
"See ya, doll! We have the same lunch!" James called, running down the corridor.
"Bye, hun! I'll see ya soon!" I called back.
I turned around and looked at the door. English. God do I hate English. It was my worst subject right after science. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a tall woman.
"Mikan Sakura?" she asked. Her voice was high pitched and sounded somewhat…..snobbish. It matched her tall, slim figure, pinned brown hair and sour face.
I nodded and walked into the room, introducing myself once again.
"Mikan Sakura," I mumbled, bowing slightly. I stretched my arms out and waited for my instructions.
"Sit back there beside Lily back there, the one with the blonde hair by the window," the woman said.
"M'kay."
I walked over to the empty table and sat down. The lesson was dull and boring, the teacher, Mrs. Blaire talking on and on about stem cells and all that crap. I ended up just chatting with Lily Benson, the blonde girl who I sat beside.
Lily was one of those people who you would think were delicate and fragile and all that shit but ended up being the complete opposite. She had curly, pale blonde hair that reached above her shoulders that were matched with a heart shaped face, a small, pink mouth, and large, doll-like blue eyes. She had a petit figure and a short height along with a soft voice. But those were just her physical features. Lily had a love for WWE wrestling and rock, her favourite bands being Metallica and KISS. She had a yellow belt in tae kwon do and a black in karate.
To be honest, she scared the crap out of me. While I was trained by Rei to be an assassin, Lily and her shape shifting alice made a near perfect soldier. She would out match me any day when it came to a hand to hand battle. But nonetheless, she and I became friends quickly.
As the bell rang for lunch, Lilly and I headed towards the doors. She pulled me towards a large, isolated hill where a tall tree stood proud and tall.
"Come on Mikan," the girl grinned. "Let me introduce you to my friends."
Lilly dragged my arm towards a picnic table under the tree. Lilly's friends stared at us as we neared them. My eyes scanned each person carefully.
There were two girls and three boys. One of the girls had long, dark brown hair thrown into a neat ponytail along with tanned skin, tall build, and green eyes. The second chick had long purple hair with streaks of pink that was paired with unusual golden eyes. The boys on the other hand were very different from the polished and peppy look the girls had. One of the boys had curly brown hair, hazel eyes and a polite smile. The second boy was very much the opposite. He had messy, dyed red hair and green eyes that matched the Cheshire grin plastered on his face. I smirked as I saw the last boy. He had cropped, sandy-blonde hair and clear blue eyes; James Marx from Art class. James was chatting up a storm with the boys around him, but soon his eyes met mine.
"Mickey!" he smirked, hopping up and grabbing my free arm.
Lilly glared at him and pulled my arm towards her.
"Back off James," Lilly growled. "I do not want you breaking another girl's heart."
"Looks like you've met Lilly then," James smirked, pulling my body.
A game of tug a war erupted between the two and my body felt like it was being ripped in two.
"How about the two of you let go of my arms before I rip your heads off!" I growled loudly. "Either let go or be headless, your choice."
Lilly pouted and puffed out her cheeks while James whistled and let go, arms up in surrender. I smiled.
"How 'bout introducing me now, Lilly," I suggested.
Lilly smiled and we sat down beside the two girls.
"I'm Sarah Jones!" said the brunette girl. "I have the Earth alice!"
"And my name's Evie Greene," said the golden eyed girl. "Mind control alice."
"Nice to meet you two," I smiled, pulling out lunch.
"Lee Barry," said the brown haired boy. "Shape shifter. Well, I just turn into animals, but saying shape shifter sounds cool."
I laughed and shook his hand.
"Sam Terry. I control inanimate objects," the red head smirked.
"James Marx, I've got the pheromone alice," James said, winking at me.
"Mikan Sakura, Japanese transfer student," I said, sticking my tongue out at James. "SEC and nullification alice."
Sam let out a low whistle.
"Two? Wow, I've never met someone with two alices."
"I'm guessing you do missions too?" Evie asked, shoving fries into his mouth.
Mikan nodded.
"What's your codename, doll?" James asked. "I go by Casanova."
He slung an arm over my shoulders.
"Chameleon here," Lilly smiled.
"Puppeteer," Sam smirked.
"Golem," Sarah shrugged. "Didn't like it at first, but it grew on me."
"Beast," Lee blushed. "As in Beast Boy."
"Migraine," Evie smiled. "It sucks, but I'm stuck with it."
"And you, Mikan?" Lee asked.
I smirked.
"Nice to meet you all," I grinned. "I am Japan's youngest assassin; Bloodlust."
A/N: Sooooooo yeah. That chapter sucked. Look, I have no idea where this story is going and have no particular interest in this fandom, but you know what? I'm gonna continue writing this fucking story for you guys. The next chapter might not come out soon, but I'll try. I have other works also on hold at the moment, most notably my Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover on Quotev. (I'm totally not self-advertising….heh heh.) If you guys are interested, my account name is James Bond and the story is called My Crazily Stupid Life, a story about an OC (Madelyn) and her life as a demigod and a witch. So yeah, that's all I really have to say. At the moment it's like, 10:40 p.m. in Canada and I'm watching a documentary about forging katanas which is more interesting than it sounds. Just an update on my life. If there is anything you think I should add, any mistakes to point out, or just wanting to say something, comment! That's all. ~Ta ta. ^-^