Well, HI THERE. Another chapter for you, and thank you for all the reviews so far made. I really appreciate knowing people are reading my story, no matter how horrible I think it is. It's currently summertime for me, and I spent the last week (well, last week, 'cause I finished) rereading the entire Gakuen Alice manga series (translated into English) on Onemanga.
I can't believe how uncanon the characters are in my fanfiction, but eh, it's fanfiction. This chapter is dedicated to who served as a bridge between worlds in translated manga. I'm so sad they're closing down! D:
You're all probably wondering why I changed the rating to 'M' instead of, well, anything else. After I wrote the last chapter, I realized there are probably going to be very suggestive scenes and even worse language and the like, both action and sensual, so on the safe side I wanted only those capable of reading the mature content to be able to.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Recap:
So we've gone through what happened the morning before the event in the schoolroom, what happened the night before (Wasn't that fun? Mikan is such a sadist.) We are now returning to the end of Chapter Two.
Chapter Five: The Class
"Oi. What do you think you're doing here?" Natsume Hyuuga, the boy of few words that weren't perverted, stoic, sarcastic, or some other form of negative annotation, glared down at the familiar, annoying face of Mikan Sakura, the girl he met yesterday. She was sitting in his seat in the back corner of the room, smiling up at him with those big, innocent green eyes that looked so wrong for her face.
"What are you talking about? I sit here, you..." It took only a few seconds for recognition to hit HER. Mikan's eyes widened and her mouth slowly formed into an 'O' shape. "... You... YOUUUU! YOU PERVERT!" she screeched. Her voice raked over him and his bad mood like sand paper over wood, slowly scratching it down until he wanted to physically hurt her.
"PERVERT! MOLESTER! PANTY-PEEKER, RAPIST, HENTAIIIII!" By now, Natsume had several veins threatening to pop as he glared ice at her. The classroom had silenced when her chair had fallen back, her hand slammed on the desk, and another pointing at him. Their classmates stared up at them. "How could I be a rapist? Who would want to have sex with an ugly girl who wears polka-dot print panties?"
'Atleast I even get sex, unlike a virgin like you,' Mikan thought to herself, feeling more and more idiotic by the minute. The more she played her part as a stupid idiot, the more she felt like one. It was all fun and games, to be under a disguise for the first few days as a student. "You PERVERT! Who told you you could peek at my underwear? If you hadn't burned it! I was being nice to you and all you do is-" It was even better that she was partnered with and seated next to such a fool.
Flashback...
"Wait here, Mikan-chan," beamed the gay, sorry that's an offensive word, crossdressing homeroom teacher to the smiling girl. "I'll announce you and then you can meet your clasmates." Narumi waved to the girl before sauntering into the classroom and shutting the door behind him. From outside, Mikan could hear him quieting down the class in preparation from her entrance. She was decently refreshed from the three hours spent with dear old Aniki, and his wonderful hands and his even more wonderful Alice of Corrosion to even care about classes.
But being the obedient student she was, she showed up anyway to make her entrance. She knew for one thing that the cute Black Kitten was in this homeroom class, and that his very scent wasn't even present which meant he was late. Overslept, she concluded, from his failure of a completion of a mission last night. Dressed in the blue plaid uniform, with black jacket atop and a ribbon lazily hanging around her neck instead of tied, she waited outside the classroom and kept an acute ear on the door.
Mikan wasn't pleased to be returning to school. She had a decent week off of it, and even more with the times she played hooky in America, and she could easily play hooky now except her reasons for a double identity would go down the drain if there was no fun.
"... and you have a new student! Mikan-chan, come in!" Narumi called towards the door. She slung her bookbag over her shoulder and practiced a pathetic giant smile, and then waltzed in-or not. Her face collided with the closed door, and she moaned something fierce. Her nose hurt! The door slid open cautiously and Narumi, as well as the entire class, peeked out to see the dark-haired, green-eyed girl rubbing her face.
"Oh no~! Mikan-chan, are you alri-?" Of course she wasn't alright, stupid teacher, Mikan thought to herself while she forced herself up straighter, puffed out her cheeks, and 'teared up' a little. Mikan Sakura, ditz ahoy, couldn't take a hit if it was from a door. The real Mikan brushed it aside, but fakeso had to be in pain. "Nn, I'm fine, Narumi-sensei," she cut out in a complicated moan. The whole classroom burst out laughing except for the famous blackmailer, Imai Hotaru. She barely glanced up from her experiment.
Mikan smirked internally. Of course she wouldn't, she knew everything already.
Once everything settled down, Mikan stood in front of the black board smiling at the class with Narumi at her side. "Hello! I'm Mikan Sakura, I'll be in your care, thank you very much." She bowed with her hands placed on her thighs. Her pigtails slid past her shoulders while her head was bent down. "Does anyone have any questions?" Narumi asked.
Hands shot up, mostly from eager male classmates, while Mikan smiled obliviously. "Yes-" she didn't care for the name. "-kun?" "What alice do you have?" "Well I have-" From elsewhere, someone interrupted.. "What star rank are you?" Closer. "How old are you, why did you transfer at such a late time?" From a familiar alice that Mikan had felt poking at her mind. "Why is it that I can't read your mind?"
Everyone turned to Yome Kokoro, a blonde boy who had a giant, somewhat creepy smile stuck on his face with the Mind Reading Alice. Mikan regarded him with a polite tilt of her head. "Well, I couldn't answer any questions before, but my alice is a secret, that's why." Her response had everyone drop their jaws in surprise. "I'm not allowed to talk about it," she hurried out afterwards, apologizing and already bowing profusely.
"But apparently it blocks out my Alice," Koko started, suspicion lacing his cheerful tone.
"Yes, something like that," Narumi interceded and sent a warning look at Koko. The boy read the teacher's thoughts and sat down in understanding. The rest of the class hummed with suspcious feelings. "Mikan-chan's Alice is very complicated, and the staff is still trying to figure it out, therefore everyone please be nice to her and not ask her too many questions. As for her star rank, it is still being decided. Her reasons and age are her choice to answer. Free period! Make friends!"
End flashback...
And that's how they got to where they were now. After finding out her age and her being transferred in because apparently they 'just found' her Alice, they had gone through a half-hour of peace until the Famous Duo slammed in with Natsume Hyuuga in a foul mood and Ruka Nogi ready to love all over and under his girlfriend.
Oh, and Mikan Sakura yelling at Natsume.
Sumire Shouda, self-proclaimed President of the Natsume-Ruka fanclub, had a vein ticking on her forehead when she smacked her palms on her desk, making everyone look at her. She already had her cat ears poking out when she came upon the unsuspecting Mikan.
"Hey, you, new girl," she seethed. She materialized beside Mikan, making the other girl bump into the desk in surprise. Hyuuga spared no look at either.
"What makes you think you can talk that way to MY Natsume-kun?" Sumire screeched. 'Cat-dog Alice,' Mikan evaluated in her mind, using her eyes to glance up and down the angry figure. Because of the Alice from her father's brother, she was able to tell which people had what Alices. Extremely useful for stealing, that. 'Now if only the user wasn't so irritating..' "EH?" came out the higher-pitched voice, startled. "His name is Natsume?" she pointed at the boy.
Sumire wanted to slap her! "YES, his name is Natsume! Natsume Hyuuga, best friends with Ruka Nogi over there," she gestured the blonde who was trying to be inconspicuous. "Didn't you hear Narumi-sensei say it? You're PARTNERS with him! I, Sumire Shoda, president of the Natsume-Ruka fan club, do NOT approve of this! What makes you think you're worthy of Natsume-kun? And this can't-tell-your-alice crap, it's obvious you don't have one, you-"
She had the satisfaction of watching Mikan Sakura's face drop bit by bit with each word, but she wasn't expecting... "You make it sound like you own him," Mikan stated bluntly, tilting her head at the oblivious insult she had just made. Sumire narrowed her eyes. The wench had ignored everything she had just said! Mikan examined the permed dark hair-was it green or was that just her eyes?-and giggled. "Is he really that easy to own, Permy? Aww! Like a cute, adorable little puppy or maybe an obedient kitten.."
Everyone in the class winced at her shriek, and most everyone felt incredible pity for the dense girl who chose the wrong words to make with the biggest imagination ever.
Natsume glared at the girl while she tried to pat out her skirt, one of her pigtails already singed to hell and back while the other girl-Natsume had the amusement of calling her 'Permy' courtesy of the new girl-yowled and screamed for water. Her disgusting permed hair was aflame for being so annoying and embarrassing him. She brought it on herself, he thought. "Hags," he snapped at both of them, glanced at Ruka in hopes of making him understand his silent message, and strode out of the classoom.
Walking down the corridor, he checked for any people watching, and sagged against a wall. His breath came out harsh and uneven. "Damnit," he cursed under his breath. HIs Alice had decided to act up again. The girl he met yesterday and the girl in the classroom today were one and the same. Something told him his partner last night was probably the same girl, since they were the same age and the meetings were way too coincidental to not be supicious about, but he had to get out of there.
What was the point of waking up if he was just going to leave five minutes after arriving?
'Mikan' had tears streaming down her eyes and sat depressed in her corner, while other classmates crowded around her in pity. Sumire had yet to forgive her, but she was being comforted by her friends and was fixing her hair.
"It's okay, it's okay," cooed a pretty, comforting voice. "Mikan-chan, right? I'm Anna Umenomiya. Are you alright?" Mikan peered up into the eyes of her pink-haired classmate and smiled weakly to her. She murmured an answer and sunk deeper into her crouch. The surrounding classmates took that as encouragement to step forward themselves. A girl who looked like Anna only with dark-blue hair and dark eyes, smiled brightly at Mikan too. "I'm Nonoko Ogasawara, Alice of Chemistry!"
A calmer voice, male, came closer to Mikan's side and offered a light jacket. This surprised Mikan, since it wasn't like her skirt was totally gone (she had fixed that herself already). Mikan looked up into the worried eyes of a feminine boy with glasses, and blinked. Alice of Illusion, and a strong one at that. "Sakura-san, y-you can use my jacket if you want." Mikan could hear the shy embarrassment coloring his voice.
"My name is Yuu Watase, but everyone calls me 'Iinchou.' If you ever need anything, you can come to me. Please don't mind Natsume-kun and Sumire-chan," Yuu helped her stand with the Geeky Sisters at her sides, already tying the jacket at her waist to cover the 'damage.' Mikan thought wryly to herself, 'If I wasn't so oblivious, I would take that as a hint that they all have looked at my panties already since they're hiding me.'
"I'm the Class Representative, but Imai-san over there," he gestured towards the girl tinkering away at her invention, "-is Vice-President so you can also go to her for help." Yuu glanced at the girl who was staring at him with wondrous, adoring eyes, and his cheeks colored. He quickly looked away.
Nonoko was too busy having a mind-facial expressions-conversation with Anna to notice.
"... Thank you, you all," Mikan stated quietly, tugging at the end of her blouse. She sniffed quietly, mentally taking note of all their alices and which would be useful to her, and gave them all a small smile. The gesture to Hotaru didn't even turn her head a bit.
It all seemed so stupid to her. If they weren't nice classmates, Mikan would have just dismissed it and not cared. Good thing they were, since they were going to have to deal with the real her after a few days of this stupid disguise. She'd have something to complain about if they were obnoxious, spoiled brats who rebelled against the Academy.
"I.. think I'll go to the washroom to clean up," she offered lamely as an excuse to get out of the classroom. Already, the two girls had sprung up the question to go with her, but she carefully interceded. "I know the way," she reassured them. "I'll only be a couple of minutes!"
She bowed to them carefully, then fled the room.
"I wonder if Natsume went too far on our new student... Should we go after her?" Anna asked the other two, worried. "I'm worried too.. She cried a lot!" Nonoko responded.
"Leave her be! She's obviously too weak to be in this class if she can't handle our Natsume," snapped Sumire from afar.
"Sumire-chan!" gasped Yuu. "You shouldn't speak that way about our new friend!"
"Who's a 'new friend'? That's just crap Narumi said. I don't like her. We don't even know what her Alice is! She could be controlling you like that bitch Koizumi was."
Several of the classmates started murmuring. Years ago, in their elementary days, there was a transfer student named Luna Koizumi who, at first, appeared nice and innocent, but was soon found out to be the Soul Sucking Alice and a complete bitch. She manipulated them all into a war with eachother, and was a secret Dangerous Abilities agent who sided with the Elementary Principal.
Thank god the stupid bitch had decided to disappear after they entered Middle School.
"Something tells me she isn't like that." Koko's voice could be heard over the tense silence, and his eyes searched out Sumire's. He smiled at her carefully, making sure to avoid the jealous possessive gaze of Mochu, and sent her a telepathic message to calm down. "Narumi said something in his head that.. makes it out that way."
The others studied eachother and slowly settled back down. None of them paid much heed to an amethyst-eyed girl slipping out of the classroom, except, maybe her boyfriend after she bonked him on the head with her hoof weapon.
Meanwhile... Mikan was waiting impatiently in the empty girl's bathroom. She examined herself in the large mirror, tugging annoyed at her dark locks and longing to rip out the very green eyes that shimmered back at her in blank expression. No matter what she thought inside, her superb acting skills showed nothing on the inside. That was probably why she wasn't concerned about other people seeing her in the hallways while she recalled malicious murder and the history of the Academy.
They were all so, so pathetic. Being it was Saturday and a day for Ability classes, Mikan reassured herself with thoughts that she could retrain the Academy dogs and make them all not think "Well, eff my life." all the time. She tapped her fingers on the marble countertops and leaned forward to pucker her lips at the mirror. They looked a little puffy. She examined her neck, and made sure the makeup was still covering it. If anything, she could hide them with the Illusion alice, but that would ruin the fun.
"I don't want to watch you make out with the mirror, idiot, but feel free to do so. I'll make a great profit from it."
Mikan turned to smirk at the amused eyes of Hotaru Imai, wielder of the Invention Alice, leaning curiously against the entrance to the bathroom. In her hands was a personal camera she made herself. "Imai." "Sakura." "Hotaru." "Mikan." "Hotaru-chan."
BAKABAKABAKA! Idiot bullets found their mark and sent the newcomer slamming into the nearest stall, landing on her butt on the toilet seat. Mikan grinned at the smoking gun. "Miss me that much, genius?" "Where the hell have you been, stupid thief?"
"America, duh. Haven't you been keeping good tabs on me?" she raised and eyebrow while she raised herself out of the stall. She patted off her skirt and Hotaru noted the fixed length. Hotaru glanced to the side and saw the male uniform jacket carelessly thrown onto the counter. Overhead, they both heard the dull ringing signalling it was time to switch periods.
She narrowed her eyes at the girl with green eyes and strolled forward to prop her hip on the counter. She raked her gaze over the slim legs, the plain uniform, the ribbon, and couldn't seem to find what she was looking for. She didn't dare ask where 'it' was though. She did take notice of the ring on her finger though.
"So you didn't rip your eyes out of your skull and trade them for those grotesque green ones. Don't care about the hair though. Makes you look ugly either way."
Mikan's smirk deepened. She reached for the ring on her finger, and tugged it off with exaggerated slowness. From the roots of her head, her hair started lightening until it reached the color of dark auburn. Her eyes shifted, cat-like, removing all traces of green until innocent chocolate-colored eyes gazed back. With the change of appearance, her outfit shifted into her mission clothes: all black, weapons concealed in all the right places. Her hair tied itself up into a high ponytail and a white mask materialized on her face.
"... Is this better, then?" Mikan asked, playfully tossing the ring up and down while she arched a perfect eyebrow at Hotaru. "... Much."
They both senses bodies flowing out of classrooms and a few voices coming closer to the girl's bathroom. Judging from the giggling and the gossip, the voices fully intended to enter the restroom. Hotaru turned towards the mirror and began reapplying invisible makeup while she watched Mikan from the side of her vision. She came closer behind the girl and smiled coldly, with empty eyes, straight into the other girl's eyes from the mirror.
"Don't think I've forgiven you, Hotaru Imai," she whispered into the girl's ear. "You are still a traitor to me, no matter what my brother says." She turned a little so her back was against the counter and she had to turn her head to speak to the frozen girl. "If you decide to step out of line even once to attempt to save your brother, I won't hesitate to kill you."
Hotaru's eyes widened. Fear began to seep through her like she was being slowly dragged into an ice bath. She never took her eyes off the other girl in the reflection, aware that while no killing intent was being shown, no aura being let out, the air around her alone changed with every word.
Mikan smiled brightly. "Oh, he's having a wonderful time where he is. That is, if they haven't killed him already. I don't know since I just got back yesterday, but from what I hear he's wishing he was dead. He's wishing he never had a sister like you that chains him down to the Academy, even though he should be long gone now." She touched the chain necklace hanging around her neck, with the special symbol dangling from it. "The higherups didn't send me in, if you're wondering. I came back on my own free will."
"So don't think you're free." She breathed the last statement at Hotaru, just as a group of Class A girls walked in. They were laughing at eachother and didn't have enough time to see the dark figure. To them, they just saw Hotaru Imai, the famed Ice Queen, fixing her makeup, and a strange girl with black hair and green eyes just coming out of the stall with a burned skirt.
They didn't have time to notice the dark-figure block the entrance for anyone else to get through. They were too busy laughing at the recent classroom drama, where they were discovering their love for boys and their gossiping habits. Even when invisible whips wrapped around each of their limbs and squeezed, hard, large invisible sharp objects sinking deeper and deeper into their skin, too quick and too sharp to let them scream.
Even when they all collapsed on their knees, fighting the pain, necks becoming out of place and heads being thrown by some unnatural power into the sink before the Blackmailer. Even when blood splattered across Hotaru Imai and the newcomer Sakura Mikan who just wanted to fix her skirt.
The original Mikan smirked at the scene in front of her. She sent a warning, chilling smile at Hotaru. Her pathetic clone stood, petrified, at the scene. The bodies had collapsed ontop of eachother and were already creating a pool of blood about to leak out into the hallway. Mikan slid her tongue to the side of her mouth and tasted the metallic taste from the foreign source. It was delicious.
Her dear Aniki was likely to yell at her. Hell, even the stupid Elementary Principal would go out for her head. As if. Her smirk deepened and she teleported herself out of there with a smug scoff. Pathetic lives needed to be destroyed as quickly as possible.
Hotaru hadn't found her voice before the fake Mikan Sakura screamed. Hotaru's eyes just kept riveting on the blood, the bodies, and she slowly reached up to touch her face and feel the liquid dripping down her forehead.
People were already running towards them.
END OF CHAPTER~!
... This was why I put it at M. because. It's going to get worse guys.