The Devil Herself
[Revised]
Summary: For Mikan Sakura, transforming five devilish boys for the better is definitely not an easy task. The problem? Those boys have a winning streak for misbehaviour. Her secret? She's the Devil herself.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Higuchi Tachibana-sensei.
Everyone in Alice Academy knew how to mind their own business, especially when it involved the famous five. In these present times, in order for one to survive, you must give way to people who are superior to you. That's the way it goes and Mikan, unfortunately, didn't know and didn't follow.
Nobody could beat Natsume Hyuuga in an argument, the last one who tried ended up pretty bad in a hospital. Thus, people decided on their own that little King Hyuuga was unbeatable. That was what everyone agreed upon; no more, no less.
He stared at her weirdly, wondering why she took a small notebook out. His cold stare started to turn stern. She closed her notebook with a soft thud. She felt her throat dry, she wanted to get out of this situation. It was uncalled for.
She was the Devil. She won't back down without a good fight.
"This is only the beginning." she spat bitterly. She sat down grumpily, making the raven-haired boy smirk triumphantly.
Oh, how she hated it.
As soon as classes were over, the brunette rushed outside, avoiding everyone on her way. Pride was coursing through her veins. Well, all the other deadly sins do as well but it was pride that ran deep in her core.
She stood in front of an arched door with the words Principal's Office written in the side. She knocked three times before hearing a voice.
"Come in," a voice said from inside.
She turned the knob and went in.
When Mikan entered the room, the very first thing she saw was a pot of silver roses located in the middle of the place. The entire floor was covered with red, Persian rug that smelled of sweet jasmine. The room is dimly lighted and behind the desk stood a petite figure. The unidentified person's eyes were cold as death itself. Apparently, that person was a she.
The slight movement of the curtains behind her, caused a bit of light to enter the room, revealing that she was wearing a black dress with orange fox fur wrapped around her shoulders. The bit of sunlight showed her beauty in front of the brunette. She was old enough to be someone's aunt but not a single wrinkle could be traced on her skin.
"Yuka," Mikan hissed through her teeth. "Still the same as always."
The woman tucked some strands of her hair behind her ear and beamed a smile. Her long, edgy fingernails are taped down on her beloved desk. A small plaque seated at the very edge of the table with words engraved, Headmistress Yuka Azumi.
"Is that how you greet your Mom who you've last met ages ago?" she questioned, making it sound that a numerable amount of time has passed by between them.
Mikan raises her index finger at her, indicating her to hush. "As far as I know," she admitted as she moistened her lower lip. "I never for once acknowledge you as my mother. You did nothing but bring embarrassment to my family, even since you left our world for a mere human being." She shot a glare at the woman who did nothing but look at her in morose.
"I may have fallen in disgrace," she started, holding her breath. "But that doesn't change the fact that I'm a direct lineage of Anathemates. You do know the worth of my kind, don't you?"
Mikan drew another breath. Anathemates. The word still rings a bell after hearing decades ago. She learned that Anathemate are immortal beings that never grows old—which others find a blessing whilst the Anathemate themselves find it as a curse. Only a few of them are left, ever since the Celestials Dark Ages started. Anathemates can only grow old and die when they voluntarily give their life force to another being.
"Plus," she added. "If you fell for a human, you'll learn to understand my past decisions."
Mikan grunted at her statement. It was preposterous. A Celestial being and a human! The thought of it made the brunette puke.
"Sadly, Yuka," she replied with a heavy distaste for mentioning her name. "I will never understand it. Falling in love with a human will never be in my plans. Never."
Yuka's lips formed a small smile, too small for her daughter to notice. "Life is unexpected, daughter," she says, leaning her head a bit towards Mikan. She decided to leave the topic at that. "How's Lucifer?"
Her words sent electrifying shocks to her daughter. She never expected that her mot—Yuka would still care for her father.
"He's doing well." The young devil replied.
"By the way," Yuka appended. "What are you doing here? I was caught surprised when I received an entrance application from your father. Aren't Angels and Devils banned from stepping in the mortal world?"
Damn. It was too early for her to notice.
The young brunette pursed her lips, she felt her throat going dry. Yuka hit the bull's-eye.
"How did you wind up on Earth?"
Yuka bit her lower lip, her deep brown orbs looks uneasy. She closed her eyes for a moment and composed her thoughts. Mikan did nothing but stare at her with anxiousness. The sudden silence made Mikan's stomach do summersaults. At the corner of her eye, she sworn she saw her mother scowl.
"I see," her mother muttered. Condensing the words Mikan said to her awhile ago, she paused and quenched her thirst with a glass of water. "Good luck, that's all I can say."
Mikan looked at her in bewilderment. "Good luck?" she repeated. Her tone sounds quite unsure. "That's all?"
Yuka nodded. "Do you not believe me? You'll need the most luck you can gather," she answered confidently. There was a sudden pause. "On a second thought, it's better if you give up. This task is impossible."
"But—"
"They're Lucifer's reincarnation!" she exaggerated, making Mikan roll her eyes at her. "There was this one time that they tried..."
"Yuka," Mikan called, trying to get her mother's focus. "I'm not interested." Much to her dismay, her mother ignored her.
"...to steal the answer keys for the upcoming exams. Oh boy, they made me stressed during that time. They trespassed into this room." She gestured her hands to stress it out that it was this very room. "Unfortunately for them and luckily for me, I've hidden the answer keys in another room. They shouldn't underestimate me." she ended with a huff.
Thud!
She looks in front of her and realizes that Mikan had already left. She leaned back to her seat, unmoved. "Centuries ago, it was said that my daughter will have the universe's fate on the palm of her hands. Years later, it's going to happen—the end of the world." she thought sadly. It was prophesized—it will come true.
Her daughter. Their fate. His death.
Chapter Two: Different Feelings
"Room 218," She murmured, walking past every floor just to find that god damn room. "Room 218." After getting her entrance application back, she was placed in the Solar Dorm where males and females co-exist and, most importantly, where the five resides.
The Academy provides its student with three different dorms that offer different distinction. In the Nova Dormitory, males co-exist with their same sexes. Most of the rowdy and spoiled were placed there. Their building was located at the farthest section of the whole campus, to avoid their ruckus being seen and caught by other transferee's family. The other dormitory is called Miator where the females reside. Most of the school's beauties were dwelling there. Of course, their dormitory is off-limits to male students and male visitors. Lastly, the Solar Dormitory where most of the well-known families' kids were sited there. To be able to part of that residence, your family must pay billions of money just to have their kid some privacy and seclusion from the other families whom they find average.
Apparently, Lucifer did a good job.
As soon as she entered the hallway, she found herself in front of the so-called Room 218. She rummaged for her key through her purse, creating jingling sounds on the process. She took out the key and joined it inside the keyhole. She turned the doorknob and entered the room.
She found herself lost for words on how the room was perfectly designed for her. The arch windows, the dimly lighted room, the dark blue wallpapers, the intricate marble engraved designs and the scent of roses lingering in the air. It was perfect. Nobody could ask for more.
She dropped her baggage onto the coffee table and slide down on one of the couches. She noticed that there were two king-size beds at the room's corners, probably one for a guest, and the other for the room's owner.
She glanced down at the marble floor, and could see herself staring back right at her. It was polished very well. Clean, too clean. And she prefers it to stay that way.
She unpacked her belongings and laid everything on the bed, making the perfectly organized room, messy. She took her strawberry-scented shampoo and soap and entered the bathroom.
She filled the tub with lukewarm water, poured the liquid bath she found on the shelf and dipped herself in.
Perfect.
Nothing could go wrong.
Natsume didn't expect for the girl to disappear quickly right after the bell rang. He wanted to play more with her. She was the first to make him... excited. He didn't know why but he felt that there was something different about this girl. Something unknown that caught his attention as soon as he laid his eyes on her.
As he was about to take his room keys out from his pockets, he noticed that someone intruded his room. After all, every morning he inserts a piece of paper within the door's frame, just to see whether someone trespasses or not. And someone did. Just the thought of an unknown lurker currently inside his room, ignited fury in his veins. He doesn't want his privacy rights to be violated. After all, that was why he was in this dorm—to get the privacy he thought he deserved.
He turned the knob and stepped inside his room. Everything was still in the same place, except for his messy bed and some unidentified objects lying around. He wanted to throw the objects at the garbage bin but, first, he wants to seek the intruder out and burn him alive.
He heard flowing water coming from the bathroom. He narrowed his eyes on the door, confused on what the intruder is up to. He turned the knob softly.
Guess who he saw?
A girl. Not to mention, naked. Plus, it was that girl he wanted to see the most.
Mikan.
He couldn't help but flash a grin. Her brown hair was damped and was covered will pink-like bubbles. He could see every curve of her body, although the mist from the mixture of the water covered some of her parts that he wanted to see the most, which teased him abit. She was busy humming a four-noted tune while scrubbing her legs.
He whistled. She turned her head.
Her eyes widened in shock. His grin widened more.
She screamed, almost making Natsume's ears bleed. She shot a deadly glare in all that she managed to muster at the situation she was currently facing. Her plain look of resentment added to the list of Natsume's Things-I-Want-To-See-Before-I-Die List.
"Pervert!" she roared. "Pervert!" She kept on splashing the water around her, some droplets found its way to Natsume's clothes, making him annoyed. He charged toward her and then he wrapped his fingers around her wrist tightly, catching the full wrath of the wet brunette's rage.
"Get away, Dickhead," she cursed, trying to break free of his tight grasp. "Lem'me go!"
She kept on saying curses that peeved Natsume. He wanted to shut her up. He couldn't comprehend why he even held her; something just came over him—something powerful, something unmentionable and something dangerous for him. He pinned her at the tub's edge and planted a rough kiss on her. She felt something hot rushing to her cheeks. She claimed it was the water, but we know better.
It was Natsume who pulled away, realizing on what he has done.
"Why did you do that?" she asked as soon as the kiss broke, panting and staying away from Natsume who is five inch away from her face.
"Simple," He started, tone of seriousness trailing in his voice. "Because I like you."
As if Mikan didn't know that already.
To Be Continued