Gakuen Alice Fan Fiction ❯ A Covenant with the Devil ❯ Prologue: Central Town, Alice Academy, Age Fifteen ( Prologue )

Lies, temptation and deception. What else could it be? They say that when the devil feeds on the life of a good person, nobody will notice...but I did. It got Mikan, the person I love the most, and I won't let it take her away from me. Natsume x Mikan. First Person POV.   A disturbing Natsume x Mikan romance.   In later chapters, this will be Rated-M for violence and adult themes.   Disclaimer: Gakuen Alice is not mine.   Second Revision: June 21, 2006   Author’s Notes: As early as now, I’m warning everyone that this is going to be a disturbing fanfic. It will start out light though. If you don’t like an evil, psychotic Mikan and controversial stuff about demons or devils, please find another fanfic and don’t read this. I’m not sure how many chapters I’ll make---I’m still brainstorming on what to do with the body of the story. Is this the first GA horror fanfic? (looks around) I guess it is. Hehehe. Ah well, I hope the gore in this fanfic works for you.   Expect a happy, but disturbed ending since this is a horror story. If you hate those, again, don’t read. You’ve been warned. I’m not good in scaring people through writing (only in real life…nyek!)…ah well, read on. I originally wanted this to be told in Natsume’s point of view…but I think it’s more appropriate to shift the point of views among the characters. So hereon, it’ll be told in the first person point of view…changing from character to character.   ----------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------o A Covenant With the Devil Genre: Horror / Romance   Written By: WizdomGoddess   ------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------o Prologue:  CentralTown, AliceAcademy, Age Fifteen --------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------o   “Come with me!”   “What!”   “Let’s go to a place where we can be alone, Mikan.”   Her long auburn tresses swirled against the invisible wind, a few lost strands tickled my nose. She looked at me with a face that reflected sheer confusion. There she stood right in front of me, panting in heavy breaths. It was late afternoon; the sun turned dim an hour ago. Busy shoppers streamed past, babbling about trivial things, carrying paper bags in all shapes and sizes, and what they thought was contentment swiped across their features.   “What do you want from me now?” she asked coldly.   She looked hurt, visible tears formed at the rim of her eyes.   I swallowed a lump in my throat. I don’t blame her for reacting that way. After all, I was the one who kept my distance and acted hostile towards her for the past few weeks. My change of attitude began after I found out that my best friend, Ruka Nogi, had confessed his love to her. I was on another mission assigned to me by the academy for one whole week, when it occurred. I was surprised when her best friend, Hotaru Imai had informed me about it, using one of her latest communication inventions.   I was aghast by the news. Ruka knew of my romantic feelings for her and I knew of his.  I convinced myself that they probably deserved each other. I might as well live with it. He got to her first and so I just decided to be quiet about it: But everything seemed to have changed when I came back to the school.   The two spent every waking moment together: their mornings, afternoons, and evenings seemed fully booked all the time. Their sweet noisy conversations never failed to irritate every nerve in my body. The mere sight of them sickened me and gradually, I started avoiding the two of them. I knew I hurt them---especially Mikan. It was then that I realized: I was jealous of my best friend. I realized happiness was far from what I truly felt towards their relationship. From there, things got even worse.   A week ago, Mikan tried to strike up a conversation with me in the classroom. Still annoyed, and largely due to impulse and mixed feelings, I blurted out to her:   “Shut up. Open and stuff your mouth around your boyfriend’s ass where it belongs you traitor!”   I was startled by the harshness of my own words.   I regretted it, especially when the hot tears burst out of her horror-stricken eyes and fell down her cheeks. The deafening silence of the class was unbearable; jaws dropped open in shock, and to make matters worse, Ruka came in.   He had rushed towards the sobbing girl, and she cried piteously on his broad shoulders---all I could do was watch helplessly. An expressionless Hotaru came up to Ruka and whispered something in his ear. I knew she told him what happened because when Ruka looked in my direction, his gentle eyes turned dark---filled with suppressed anger and disappointment.   Ruka joined me on the roof that same night, and what he revealed left me speechless: They never got together in the first place.   To my disbelief, he told me that Mikan turned him down on the same day he admitted his romantic feelings for her. He narrated how much he treasured their friendship although he was hurt from the rejection. He told me that somehow, he was glad she turned him down. He said they grew closer ever since. I couldn’t believe what I heard that night.   All the trouble we went through, was all a misunderstanding? I know it sounded weird for someone like me---but I felt guilty for jumping to conclusions. Ruka said that I should apologize, then jumped over the edges of the rooftop, and disappeared---leaving me in my shame.   When I finally mustered enough courage to apologize, it was then that Mikan gave me the cold shoulder. I practically stalked and followed her in Central Town. While she waited for Hotaru near a newly-built fountain, just beside a café, I took the opportunity to drag her away.   Now here we stood beneath the shelter of a memorable tree, my favorite spot in Central Town. I ignored the whispers that emanated from the mobile crowds as we stood there, facing each other.   Goodbye privacy. I muttered, very frustrated. I gathered what was left of my sanity, focusing my attention on the impatient brunette before me instead.   Mikan stomped her foot and crossed her arms angrily. “I’m leaving!”   When she turned away, I grabbed both of her wrists reflexively and tried to pull her hard towards me. She fought back.   “Natsume you jerk! Let me go!”   “Please let me speak.”   “I want nothing to do with you anymore!” she cut off.   “I’m sorry!”   She stopped struggling and looked at me, shocked at my sudden outburst. “Wh-what?”   Now that one of the most difficult phrases to say in the universe spilled from my mouth, the rest came naturally. “I misunderstood you. This is my fault,” I uttered. My shoulders drooped, my head stooped. Great, the ferocious Natsume Hyuuga…cowering in front of a woman, I mentally slapped myself. This better be worth it.   I fixed my eyes on hers, silently asking for forgiveness; her pale face turned bright pink. I hate to admit it but I found it adorable.   ”Natsume…” her voice trembled. Dammit, she looked like she was about to cry again! What’s wrong with this girl? Then again, I did hurt her.   Sighing, I jumped up the tree and reached for a hidden bouquet of red roses that I bought with my allowance. I landed in front of her and extended it towards her, looking away in embarrassment. Ruka had suggested this cheesy way of making-up with her, which I refused at first. Who will do such a stupid thing just to make-up with a girl? I finally consented when he started to enumerate my bad behavior towards her, complete with the details---guilt won me over.   I mumbled incoherent phrases that even I failed to understand.   Her mouth hanging open, she accepted my gift. There was a long pause.   I waited for her to speak---every second took forever.   She broke the silence.   “Are you blushing?”   I grumbled. Of all the things she had to notice, it had to be that!   “No.” I denied.   “You are!”   “Don’t be dumb! I’m not!”   I gave her a set of expensive flowers and the ungrateful girl annoyed me right after. I knew it was a bad idea.   “Natsume, you look cute when you blush.”   Pissed off, I turned around to face her. “I told you, I’m no…”   I trailed off. The roses gently against her chest, Mikan was smiling happily---and this time, it was directed at me. How long has it been since she smiled at me? I took note that she was blushing as well. My cheeks grew hotter and I looked away. Hoping my bloody cheeks will fade away, I moved my attention towards a mosquito buzzing around me. I continued our dialogue, eyes still glued on it.   “So, you forgive me?”   “Maybe.”   “What do you mean maybe?” I replied, frowning. The buzzing noise became more annoying--stupid mosquito. I was about to burn it with my fire-alice when two dainty palms slapped together in front of my face, crushing the bug and thus, ending its lifespan.   I blinked and looked at the murderer straight in the eye. Mikan smirked, placing her sinful hands over her hips.   “Good. I finally caught your whole attention,” she coughed.   “Uh…”   “Where’s the make-up kiss?”   That I didn’t see coming. “THE WHAT!” I exclaimed.   She giggled and tiptoed; stretched her right arm and placed a palm over my head. “Just kidding! You really don’t think I’ll kiss you, do you?” she laughed, patting the top of my head gently. She stuck out her tongue, released my head and immediately turned around until her back faced me.   I snorted in return---I knew she was playing with me. I grinned evilly: two can play her game. If it’s a make-up kiss she wanted, it’s a make-up kiss she’ll get.   “Hey Natsume…” she started, her back still faced him; arms straight, hands resting just above the back of her skirt. Her fingers clasped together.   I extended an arm towards her---   “What polka-dots?”   Just a little more, almost there---   “I’m glad we’re back to normal,” she said.   ---got her. I grabbed a generous lump of her hair and pulled with all my strength. I heard her shriek and she stumbled backwards, but her noise stopped as soon as I executed my plan of action: I kissed her, on the lips.   My eyes automatically closed, enjoying the contact of her soft lips against mine; feeling bolder, I pressed harder. I felt her lips move, kissing me back---and it was my turn to be astonished. I forced myself to pull away and release her, asking for an explanation for that unexpected reaction.   She was beet red. “Natsume, I turned down Ruka for a reason,” she said, looking down, embarrassed.    My mouth hung open. An interesting thought occurred to me. Did she mean---?   Wait a second, where was she? I realized that she had quickly dashed off without me noticing. Her clear miniature profile was embedded against the horizon of the street, just between the retiring shops. Red petals scattered on the ground where she stood a while ago, probably from the bouquet I gave her. I shook my head and hid a smile. I delved into my thoughts, my feet moving with increasing speed.   She finally took me back.   I shook my head and smiled quietly to myself. Did she really think I will just let her out my sight?   For now, she can run where she wanted to---after all, she can never escape.   I will never leave her—never again.   She will never leave me either.   I won’t let her.   --------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------o To be continued… ------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------o   End Notes:  It’s not yet dark. Hehehe. I wanted it to start light at first but…I’m kinda having second thoughts. But the story will become darker and darker in later chapters. Review please! I appreciate your reviews! Be gentle…   I got this idea from a real life situation. Four houses away from mine, there’s this spooky abandoned house where a girl my age committed suicide back in 1997 (or was it 1996?) Nobody ever tried to buy that house when the family moved out. Anyway, every time I pass by that house, I get this creepy feeling that pops out of nowhere. It’s as if someone is staring at me from the second floor window to the left.   Some of the neighborhood kids playing in front of it claim they saw a ghost with an angry face every night. The former owner of the house, the mother of the deceased girl, was informed of these strange occurrences and she decided to call in a psychic, you know, those people who could see ghosts and other spirits. The psychic confirmed it…the ghost of the girl who died was trapped there…but not only that, there were evil spirits in the house. One in particular disturbed us…the psychic claimed he saw the devil lurking inside…even the psychic got scared a little, because it looked horrible.   Also, the second floor window to the left that always gave me the creeps turned out to be the very room where that girl committed suicide.   Kyah! Jeepers creepers. Ah well! I hope this first chapter was alright. Let me feed on your reviews…grar! Joke!