No, I do not own Gakuen Alice. How many times must I say this?
Chapter 5 : Can You Keep My Secret?
"What is, What is? What is love? Could it be the starting of a sweet romance?
Your image in my head, over and over again. I keep thinking of you.
When I'm sleeping and when I'm awake.
Why am I so obessed? Endless play.
Because I can't tell anyone, my feelings are on silent mode.
It's so bitter and sweet."
- Yumeiro Patissiere Professional Opening Theme Song.
Questions.
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They hint and begin the train of uncertainty
Hidden.
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Hiding won't do any good, one day your bound to be discovered.
Secrets.
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It's fine to let another one in, to have someone to confess to and confide in. Perhaps, me? Shhh, now.
"Ah! What a beautiful day!" Mikan giggled, gushing over the blooming flowers and shining sun.
Instead of letting the nearby ladybug crawl onto her palm-like everyone expected her too-Mikan screamed.
"Bug!" Mikan screeched, throwing Ruka in front of her.
Ruka, who was not expecting the impact of Mikan's sudden movements, was jerked right in front of her as a shield, much to Natsume's amusement.
Natsume was still angry, without a doubt, about the 'Natsu-chan' issue and had to take it out o n his best friend!
"Jeez Natsume, take some pity won't you?" Ruka mumbled as he rubbed his head from the recoil a moment ago.
Natsume snickered, "Your stating the impossible, Ruka," Natsume simply said. "Let's leave it at that."
"Let's go the beach!" Mikan shouted suddenly, trying her best to sooth the dangerous atmosphere.
"Great idea!" Ruka agreed.
Hotaru glared daggers at her so called 'best friend'. Best friends knew that their best friend would not like to go to the beach in an revealing swimsuit so people could take pictures when she was the one who was suppose to be taking the pictures around here.
"H-hotaru, your thinking t-t-to fa-far." Mikan said, her left her twitching. What went on in her best friend's head, really?
Mikan slowly turned to Natsume, looking for his reaction.
Which.
Was.
Completely.
Blank.
No really, blank.
His face was molded into nothingness.
No emotions.
No feelings.
No expression.
No nothing.
Not even blinking.
Mikan gave Natsume a small kick and she received her punishment.
"Owwie, Natsumi-chan." Mikan complained.
"N-n-n-Natsumi-chan?" Natsume yelled, his desprate try of cooling down.. failed. "Y-you," Natsume growled. "Watch out."
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Natsumi-nii-chan?
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How do you do my dear brother who really is a cute nice sister?
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"I'll get you for that, Polka."
"Eh, Sakura-san, who should we invite to the Yakahimura beach?" Ruka asked.
"Huh? Oh! The beach, of course!" Mikan said, finally remembering the reason to the beach. It was after all her smart little idea. "-Let's see. How about Koko, Anna, Sumire, Kitsune, and Nonoko-chan?" Mikan suggested, referring to the few friends she remembered from her childhood years here.
"That seems good, it's enough people to get our money's worth. If Natsume decides not to go on a moment's notice, we still have tons of back-ups," Ruka agreed. "So it's settled, Sakura-san, sorry for the bother but could you give them a call?" Ruka asked. He had to get ready to pack everyones' bag for the beach, knowing Natsume wouldn't go if it wasn't ready for him and Hotaru had no intentions of packing from the start. "-Their numbers should be in the large brown phonebook on the bottom of the living room's phone." Ruka finished and he ran off waving.
"Whhaa?" Mikan said. She wasn't paying the slightest attention and now she was left to deal with phone calls to a bunch of kids she hadn't seen in eight years. "Phone book was it? Where was it again?" Mikan wondered, unable to recall Ruka's directions. "Someone's bedroom? The kitchen? Living room? Underneath a cat's litterbox?" Mikan guessed much to her embarrassing cluelessness. "-Oh yeah, living room," Mikan finally remembered. "I deserve a party for my amazing memory." Mikan congratulated herself.
After a whole half hour of searching high an dlow for the old phone book, Mikan stumbled upon a cardboard box with the anicient book she was looking for.
"Koko, Koko, where's his phone number?" Mikan asked to herself, flipping through pages of K's.
"Idiot, what are you doing here?" Hotaru sighed. It was just like her to cause trouble early in the morning.
"First of all Hotaru, it's Three o'clock P.M! I'm looking for Koko's phone number, I'm kinda having trouble." Mikan admitted, fidgetting with her brown locks of hair.
"In what section?" Hotaru asked.
"The K section." Mikan answered obviously.
"You i-d-i-o-t. Phone numbers are based on the last name, you stupid idiotic moron," Hotaru replied. "Go to the Y section. He's the only one listed." Hotaru sighed.
"Really? Thanks!" Mikan said, relishing in the wonderous help she received. She could've spend all day just looking for his number.
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Mikans these days.
"Finally! The cool beach, baby!" Koko yelled, hopping of the bus.
"Koko," Anna spoke, tone hard and clear. "Shut up."
"Ehhh? Why? I only said four words." Koko retorted.
"Four words?" Anna gritted through her perfectly polished teeth. "I suppose during the long car ride you didn't say a single word then?" Anna finished off, smacking Koko right in the middle of his face.
Mikan stared at the bubble-gum pink styled hair girl in front of her. The Anna she knew when she was little certainly never hit anyone, nor has she raised her voice once. She usually spend most of her free time in the kitchen working up some magical dishes.
Really.
They were simply magical.
"Whatever," Koko said, as he shrugged it off. "Let's have the fun we were looking for!"
"Not until you promise to be quiet for the next twenty minutes." Anna said, her face still set in dangerous mode.
"Fine, fine." Koko yelled back as he ran ahead.
"Why...he!" Anna screamed, running after him.
"T-that's what the call love, right?" Mikan said unsurely.
"Right, right." Everyone answered.
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Never question love.
"Nice looks." Kitsune complimented.
"Thanks!" The four girls responded with a wink.
"Wow! Such beauties! I just wanna eat you up!" The tallish male said, jumping at the three girls doing their best to aviod him.
That was Andou Tsubasa.
Pervert old man.
Just like Natsume.
"Hey wait! Why do I have to be compared with Natsume." Tsubasa asked, his eyes narrowing to the boy next to him.
Why was this perverty grandpa here?
Because apparently, you can't get past the damned gates without 'adult supervision'.
Now lets take a look at our beauties, shall we? The three selected males are quite desprate. Koko, Tsubasa, Kitsune.
Mikan
In a light shade of pink two piece, Mikan's long legs were a unmissable feature that was revealed. Too innocent to be shown off in a bra-shaped swimsuit, Mikan choose who that almost covered her stomach. Her pink swim-top was patterned with layers of soft, waterproof folds of fake flowers in the V opening. The rest of her top was covered with sprink-like dust shape patterns with glittered stars and hearts. Her velvet bottom showed off most of her-well- bottom. Once again, her hair was tied up in two ridiclous pony-tails, if you asked Natsume.
Anna
Her one piece swimsuit matched her bubblegum colored hair and was decorated with blue bubbles all around. Her hair was gathered all in one big bun, held together by Sumire's spare hairband. She didn't look much different from Koko's view.
"-Anna, are you wearing lipstick and eye shadow?" Koko questioned, interrupting Anna's introduction.
"Koko... Get out!" Anna yelled in fury.
To contine Anna's intro...
Except, thanks to Koko's sharp eye, was wearing makeup and shiny glossy lipstick to play in the sand and water.
"-Hey wait! Is that all you have to say? Something you got from that idiot?" Anna shouted. "Go to Nonoko-chan." Anna demanded.
Alright then.
Nonoko
Nonoko allowed her straight dark blue hair down, unbothering to do anything to it. She was one of the two girls to wear a bikini- hers being a size to small- as compared to Sumire's perfectly fitting dark green designer one. Much to some people's delight.
This is the point where you shiver in disguist.
Done? Alright.
Nonoko's underpiece was a solid yellow color. Plain. Yellow.
Boring.
A nervous smile plastered on her face as she continued on to join Mikan and Anna.
Sumire
Sumire had the perfect dream body this time around.
"-Hey! What do you mean this time!" Sumire growled.
"Now, now, Sumire. Do not interrupt when I'm speaking."
"W-why you!"
Her fitting sized bikini was a sharp green to match her odd shaped hair-style.
Yes, I understand she wants to kill me.
Her underpiece was also green, how original, no?
Times out! I don't wanna die yet.
I still have to go on and on about Natsume and the rest of them.
"Wheres Natsume now?" Mikan asked suddenly.
"W-what? Don't ask that out of the blue!" Ruka answered, looking around himself.
Oh, Natsume.
Dear, dear.
What have you gotten into?
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Does our hero need saving?
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Natsume. Your ruining the prince saves princess moments.
A/N : This author notice is for the word I used in the story that might be unfamiliar,
Yakahimura Beach.
Beach is a word you should know, but Yakahimura, I don't think most of you realize the meaning.
Honestly, I don't think it's a Japanese word, so don't bother with the translations.
Yakahimura comes from an anime girl's name, which I happened to remember from one of the millions of animes I watched. Or, it might have been one of those animes my friends and I written or drabbled with ourselves.
Anyways, Yakahimura Hanari loved the beach and was always found near one. If not, she would be located near water, such as water fountains, the water section of the supermarket, and so on. So, I picked her last name as a reference to the 'sea'.
That beach does not exist, nor is it mention in any part of Gakuen Alice, Manga or Anime.
Then again, here's the actual notice.
This story has received so many nice words of encouragement and nice private messages, thanks so much!
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With much love,
Loveable Angel.