Gakuen Alice Fan Fiction ❯ A Covenant with the Devil ❯ The Temptation ( Chapter 1 )

Lies, temptations and deceptions. 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.   RATED M. LEMON WARNING! Adult themes ahead, don’t read if you don’t like it.

Disclaimer: Gakuen Alice is not mine.   Author’s Notes: First of all, I apologize for the exaggerated warning in the prologue. My main reason for that is to avoid flames due to an inaccurate warning. Now that it has been issued, any related flames thereafter will be due to lack of comprehension. Other flames unrelated to the latter are welcome. Reviews and constructive criticisms will be highly appreciated---I’m an inexperienced writer in the horror genre so your perspective will be very helpful. Ah well, I hope you like this humble fanfic nevertheless…I appreciate all your support, I really do. Thank you very much!   Mikan and Natsume are both 21 years old.   I also apologize for the super long delay. I’ve been busy doing some field work for a research paper. Sorry for making you guys wait! Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews in the prologue! Here’s Chapter 1, love you all!   Revisions: I made a LOT of revisions in this chapter. I made it less descriptive and a bit more emotional. Since this is a horror fic, I revised the sex scene and made it repulsive, like how it’s supposed to be. I deleted a whole chunk of lemon in this chapter. Sorry. I’ll just make a separate romantic one. Try reading that scene again.   ----------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------o A Covenant With the Devil Genre: Horror / Romance   Written By: WizdomGoddess   Chapter 1: The Temptation ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------o   Technology can be evil. When I awoke to the sound of the phone screeching in the air, I just knew it was out to get me.

'Stupid phone' I grumbled. I turned over and groaned, burying my head deeper into the comforts of my pillow. It pealed like an incessant thunderstorm. I cursed lowly; voice muffled against the surface of the silky material, wondering who the hell would call at this time of the night. I lazily opened an eye, feeling my warm breath diffuse with each exhale against the pillow, dampening the sensitive pores on my face. What time is it anyway? Darkness floated everywhere; its cool and stable presence emanated inside the bedroom. A soft glare from the moon bled through the windowpane, illuminating the plain gray color of the curtains that hung proudly on either side of the small entrance. I lured my gaze towards the bedside table, where a digital alarm clock stood and flashed its bright green lights in the form of numbers. The glowing numbers that previously read 2:59 am quickly changed to 3:00 am. I growled. Hastily, I grabbed my pillow, flung it upwards and slammed it hard on my face, hoping the sound would just go away. “Ugh...” I muttered. Fuck off...stupid phone...my thoughts whirled, There is no way I'm going to answer that...ignore it Natsume...ignore it...ignore it... I mumbled this particular chant over and over again, attempting to distract myself from the rambunctious noise that seemed more bothersome (at least for that moment) than the screams of those rock concert performers and fans that I attended only once in my life--never again will I attend such dumb and deafening events. Its screams pierced through my thoughts. Each ring was tempting. I wanted to bash something over the noisy phone. But that would be pointless, not to mention expensive. I just bought that phone a month ago, after I destroyed the one before it. I frowned, remembering the event that followed after the phone's destruction. That same day, my fiancée got mad because she thought I was ignoring her. The woman had been trying to call me through her cell phone all day long and got rattled when nobody tried to pick it up. When I tried to explain everything to her, I ended up being blamed for my irresponsible actions and impulsive violence. I swore I will never buy another telephone in my life. But when my clients started to complain on how difficult it was to contact me, I had no choice but to buy another one---plus a cell phone. Stupid phones. I can never understand how communication technology makes life easier for everyone. Riiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! It continued to coo at me, conveying a message of impatience. If the phone could talk, its screams will probably be translated as a command to move my ass off my king-sized bed and answer it. I pressed the pillow harder against my face instead, tightly shutting my eyes. Riiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! No movement. Riiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! To my relief, it stopped. I barely enjoyed a minute of my solitude when it started ringing again. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! That did it. No more! With a defeated howl, I tossed the pillow back on the bed and jerked my limp body off the bed. Running a hand through my hair, I sprang on my feet and slipped on my slippers. I grabbed the robe that hung peacefully on a nearby chair and quickly put it on. The room temperature was cold and there was no way I'm going to walk across the room in my underwear given the circumstances. I hobbled towards the phone, picked up the receiver, and placed it on my left ear. “Hello?” I gruffly answered, making sure the other person at the end of the line will know how pissed off I am. “Who's this? What do you want?” The person on the other end didn't seem to notice. “Natsume! It's me Kokoroyomi!” he boggled. Kokoroyomi? What does he want? There was a loud whooshing sound on the other line, a siren wailed and angry shouts echoed in the background. “What's that racket? Where the hell are you?” I asked, wondering if Kokoroyomi got himself in trouble again. The last time the government hired both of us to finish a mission, our foes acquired a sudden adrenaline rush when he mindlessly exposed that their all-female organization was actually an activist group of homosexuals. If it wasn't for my fire alice that helped us escape our prison inside their base, that guy would have probably been shot to death. I shook my head and moved my attention back to the wheezing Kokoroyomi, who seemed to be pretty distracted himself. “I'm currently inside a phone booth, there's a mob outside!” he replied, sounding as if it was nothing serious. “Mob? And why the heck do you sound happy?” “Oh, they're not attacking me! Lots of people have gathered in the streets outside this building. It seems something terrible happened inside one of the apartments,” he explained from the other line. A loud bang resonated from the receiver. It was followed by a creaking sound and Kokoroyomi's voice seeped through the receiver. “Ahhhhhh! Hey! Quit shaking the phone booth! I'm talking here!” he shouted at someone. I winced and moved the receiver away from my ear---Kokoroyomi sure knows how to bellow. There was a shuffling sound followed by a click, and Kokoroyomi spoke again. “Anyway, I called up to tell you that Jinno wanted to meet up with you, me, Ruka, and Tobita in the morning, 7 am sharp. Walnut Café. Don't be late. And no ditching this time. It's important!” I paused and remained quiet. Old Mr. Jinno? Why would he want to meet us all of a sudden? It has been ten years since I last heard of the man. “Hey, you still there?” Kokoroyomi's voice chirped from the other end of the line. “Yeah, still here. Fine. I'll be there,” I replied, sighing in exasperation. “Anyway, why don’t you tell me where the heck you are?” Kokoroyomi chuckled. “I’m somewhere near my apartment. My neighbors were scrambling out of their rooms towards the other side of the street. They say a little girl has been stabbed by her own mother. They wanted to check it out,” he said nonchalantly, “I know it's mean of me to laugh, but really, the many times I've seen this happen in my part time job as a writer in this tabloid makes one immune to all that shit.” I almost forgot Kokoroyomi had a part-time job every night---at a tabloid of all places---not that it surprised me, considering that his alice could reveal anyone's deepest darkest secrets. “I see. Oh and next time, call me before I go to sleep...” I warned, conjuring up a threatening tone. Kokoroyomi ignored me. “No way! I might disturb you with something more important...” his voice was teasing. “What are you talking about?” I demanded. Then I remembered that Kokoroyomi had recently developed his skill…he has already mastered reading minds over the phone. Oh no… Darn that Kokoroyomi…is he reading my mind again? “Oh come on, don't pretend you don't know! I know what you did at exactly 9 pm before you went to sleep and...” I cut him off. “Shut up. I'm going back to bed,” I croaked. Must..control…anger… “Whatever. Bye Natsume!” he squealed in a loud sing-song voice, seeping daintily through the receiver. I slammed it down and growled. Stupid Kokoroyomi butting in everyone's private lives---especially mine. I repressed my anger, tried to forget about it, and walked towards the bed. As soon as I sat on the foot of the bed, my mouth automatically stretched and exhaustion invaded my entire body. For now, I needed rest. “Natsume...?” a frail feminine voice called my name. I turned around, eyes squinting in the dark; it adjusted towards a lump on my bed. It moved slowly. The sheets wrinkled and unfolded, revealing the bare shoulders and collarbone of a sleepy woman. Slowly, she sat upright. “Mikan…” I whispered, a light smile formed on my lips. I let my eyes generously slide up and down her half-naked figure while she rubbed her eyes in a fit of drowsiness. Her long straight hair was loose and trickled over her naked pale shoulders. The sheet pressed against her chest barely covered her as it draped in shambles at her front, exposing the smooth curves of her waist and upper hips on both sides of her body. I returned my gaze to her; she was now sending a confused look in my direction.   Mikan looked dizzy. Covering her mouth, she let out a yawn. She briefly glanced at the digital clock and both her brows shot to her hairline.   “Natsume…why are you awake?” she asked, eyes probing at me. She waited for an answer.   We remained still, time halted. Memories flooded my thoughts of that fateful day when I ran up to her after a trivial misunderstanding; it was the same day I confessed my love for her, it was the same day she admitted her feelings were the same. It was the day that I began to feel like the happiest man in the world---I still am. Graduation had come and gone, yet it was no hindrance for us. We moved in together and rented a small apartment. Both our incomes were stable enough, and soon, we managed to purchase a condominium unit of our own.   Living with the person I loved was probably the best decision I ever made. I had a home and I found it in her. After six years of living together, I knew she was the one for me. I decided it was time to make that special proposal: I asked her to marry me---this happened a few months ago.   Now here we are, with barely anything on, and in bed together. We both knew it would come sooner and later, being lovers living under the same roof was enough of a temptation for both of us.   It came naturally.   That night was like any other nights, except for one unforgettable thing she did. I came home feeling all stressed and waited for Mikan to welcome me home---and by the gods, she did---wearing nothing but her newly bought transparent ivory spaghetti-strapped lingerie with no underwear. My eyes bulged out the moment I saw her; it didn’t help that she had sheepish look on her face as she walked around our unit with barely anything on. She laughed when I accidentally mistook the wasabe for tempura, grabbing a big lump of it between my chopsticks and popping it into my mouth.   It was painful, it was hot. I jumped and frantically gulped down an entire pitcher of water.   I looked at her, a smile of seduction crept across her face. That too, was hot, not to mention painful on my manhood.   I realized my member had throbbed against my pants. We both stared at the huge bulge and she apologized, realizing she had gone far enough in teasing me. She told me she’ll change her outfit, giving me a sympathetic look. I stopped her---with a kiss. The kiss turned violent and before I realized it, I was already taking off my clothes, forcing her “garment” off her body, and was devouring her on my bed.   That night was the first night I experienced making love to her---it was great---no need for details.   She was a bit frantic in the morning since we failed to use protection. I really didn’t mind…I was willing to support her no matter what happened—call me rash but that’s what I am. Mikan thought otherwise though, she wanted to experience her “working life” as much as she could. She was one week delayed and I brought home some pregnancy tests for her. The results turned out to be negative. The next day, her monthly bleeding came.   Yet I never stopped thinking about that deed since then. Each time I looked at her, I remember that night…it became an addiction. It’s this longing that made me want her even more…I want to love her in that intimate way we did that same night. It felt good---really damn good. We did the act every now and then, for the next months that followed. An image of our bodies entangled, her unforgettable warmth, our lips joined together in a passionate embrace flashed in my memory.   …   Damn, I’m remembering it again.   “Earth to Natsume! You still there?” she called, interrupting my lustful thoughts.   I fixed my eyes on her, carefully gliding my feet off my slippers. “Kokoroyomi called. He said Jinno wants to meet up with us in Walnut Café tomorrow morning,” I replied, lifting my feet on the bed and outstretched them across the sheets.   Mikan looked deep in thought. “Ah…Koko? I wonder why…”   I like seeing her in that solemn, reflective state. She was a temptress without her knowing it.   “Stop wondering and come here…,” I ordered, crawling up to her with a sly smile. Her face crinkled and her mouth hung open. She froze, sensing what I wanted from her. Blood rushed up to her cheeks, it was adorable.   “Natsume! Stop giving me that look!” she protested, and pointed at the alarm clock blaring the numbers 3:25 on the screen. She looked a bit scared, but for some reason, it aroused me even more. She stammered, her eyes darting everywhere.  “You don’t expect me to…at this time…and someone might hear…you can’t be in the mood this early…and…”   I knew she was making excuses.  “You didn’t have a problem with somebody hearing you after dinner…I’m sure you won’t have a problem now,” I retorted, her eyes widened. My lips curved, face only centimeters away from hers; I trapped her form between my arms, hands propped against the rumpled blanket that covered her. I took off my robes, then my underwear, tossed them away, and slipped next to her under the sheet---what used to be an obstruction became a comfortable nest of warmth, hers and mine--- our nest filled with the sundry natural fragrance of our bodies.   I enjoyed the cozy warm experience underneath the blanket. Beds should be made divine, the way it cuddled both our bodies like we were weightless.   But there are other things cozier than a bed.   “N-Natsume? You’re not going to…” I heard Mikan whine. I lured my gaze towards her. She moved away from me in her sitting position, automatically pressing her knees against her upper body.   “Mikan, you don’t have to be shy around me…” I told her, tone deeper than usual. I extended an arm and grabbed her shoulder. I forcefully pulled her towards me. She let out a soft squeak as the force sent her lying on her side at my left, her bare back against my front, and my left arm folded just below her pillow. I groaned at the feel of her skin against mine, her carpet of lush reddened beneath the dimly-lit shelter of our blanket.   Instantly, I slid my left arm around her, moving it smoothly across her soft breasts and ended with my fingers seductively circling her neck. Her body automatically stiffened at the touch. I traced my other hand over her sides, relishing each smooth curve in her body.   Despite the darkness, my eyes could clearly conceive the beads of sweat forming on her skin commingled with the glistening trail of fluid that my tongue had left behind on her neck.  I stopped the circling motions of my left hand and glided it downwards, capturing her breast.   I gave it a firm but gentle squeeze.   “Ah!” she reacted. Her whole body jiggled reflexively, slightly arching. A loud moan escaped her. I felt her nipple become erect against my palm. I cupped the bottom of her breast and brought my thumb towards its proud center, rolling her nipple between my thumb and pointer finger. Again, she moaned in pleasure, followed by a gasp when she realized I was also nibbling her ear. I felt her shiver under my touch, breathing sporadically with excitement.   The many times I held her like this, I learned that touching her neck was the best way to arouse her---and I knew she loved it---because each time, she always gave in. Her panting came in short breaths and I took it as encouragement; I lightly pressed my lips on her shoulder gently butterfly-kissing my way towards the side of her neck. She enjoyed it, her gasps reeking with bliss—joyful, innocent bliss.   “N-Natsume…w-wait…” she stuttered, gasping in the process.   “Shhh…” I hushed, slipping my tongue against the pelt of her neckline---exploring the sensitive area found less than two inches below her ear. I heard her moan from the pleasure she was receiving and my lips twisted yet again.   “Natsume…don’t…”   “Don 217;t talk.”   With the whole length of her back pressed tightly against my chest and torso, I used my right hand to carefully squeeze my way between her legs. Her thighs were embedded with patches of hot sweat and I painted my hands spreading it across her sensitive skin. I lifted her right thigh slowly and caressed it soothingly, a growl escaping my lips. My heart was beating in a rampage and I could hear myself breathe unevenly---a familiar feeling…was it desperation? Was it longing? Whatever it was, every second tore away a piece of my self-control.   I moved my hand up along her thigh, enjoying the softness of her against my palm---until I reached a moist dead-end. My fingers froze at the flooded opening. Mikan struggled in my arms a bit; each attempt instigated trickles of glossy fluid against my fingers. The smell was fresh and exhilarating...it was hers---her unique scent.   Her voice was shaky. “N-N-Natsu…”   “Mikan, relax…” I assured her, kissing her ear and purposely swiping my lower lip against her earlobe as I whispered. “…just enjoy it.” Her body was now slippery against mine from the sweat caused by her arousal. I could hear her high frantic breaths, offering more of her…for me to taste.   Slow.   Nice and slow.   I had to control myself until she was ready…but in truth, I knew I was slowly losing it.   I wanted her.   I was already hard and she knew it. My erection had accidentally brushed against the tender cheeks of her hips, sending an army of jolts throughout our bodies. The faded darkness seemed to celebrate her howls, surrendering into its depth.    “Mikan…” I murmured huskily. She still had her back against my front and my left arm still around her, caressing her---waiting for her to melt, to give in---to willingly lose her sanity. Her aroused scent grew strong with her legs spread apart with her right leg in midair, proliferating through my nostrils. She smelled good… Also, there was no need for support; her legs remained open as I gently explored the wet recesses of her cunt with my fingers. Although my manhood was already pounding, desperate to penetrate her tempting wet cave, I decided to tease her a bit.   I slid my fingers back and forth against her swelling clitoris, daubing her juices all over her private part. Her body jerked.   “NATSUME!” she cried out, her chest heaving.   I loved hearing that.   I slid my fingers faster.   Her body vibrated.   Faster…   She let out a shriek.   Then her voice turned into a whimper, her mouth clamped shut. She seemed to be restraining herself from producing any more sound. I continued, rubbing my fingers faster against her overflowing clot. I slid it inside her. I could feel the muscle walls rapture against my fingers.   “Don’t fight it…” I said hoarsely. Her body trembled furiously, her legs jerked wider apart. To my disbelief, her cave sucked my fingers in. I tried to pull it out but it gripped tighter. What the hell!   I shifted and looked at her in panic. “MIKAN!” Her entire body was limp, her breathing stopped.    “MIKAN!!!” I cried out, a bit more desperately.   My fingers continued to slip deeper and deeper into her. I tried to pull out in vain. My hand continued to get sucked in. I felt a prickly sensation against my wrists. The razor-sharp feeling dug into my skin; I groaned in pain. I forced myself to stoop, my knees indenting the bed. What the hell is going on? I bellowed as the blades sank deeper. My hand has disappeared within the recesses of her opening, the folds had become fangs gripping around my wrists; blood gushed out from my wounds mixing with her sweet juices. Thin slicing shadows were painted over her naked body. Where the hell did that come from? When I moved my gaze towards the window, my lungs instantly got suffocated.   Raking against the window was a pale rotting hand with its long fingernails scratching against its pane.   My mouth hung open. I wanted to shout, yet no sound came out.   “Natsume?”   I turned around. Mikan crawled towards me, sending a quizzical look. “What’s the matter? You suddenly stopped,” she said softly. I shook my head rigorously and looked back at the window. The hand was gone. Everything was back to normal. I sank back against the sheets. What just happened?   “Natsume, are you alright?” Mikan asked. She seemed worried, probably because of my odd behavior. I massaged my temples and started doing some breathing exercises. Were those illusions? Was I hallucinating? Why the hell would I imagine all that all of a sudden?   “I saw…a hand…and your…was…” I stuttered then paused. Will she believe me? I stared back at her olive green eyes, their radiance captivated me.   Mikan sighed. “You’re just tired. Come on, let’s go back to sleep,” she replied, giving me a warm embrace and pulled me towards her. She smiled with a wink. “We can always continue tomorrow morning…”   “Okay.”   “I love you.”   “I know.”   The image of the hand haunted my thoughts. What was that?   We sank back on a shared pillow. It took only a few minutes before she entered into a deep sleep. With my eyes closed, I waited for slumber to take over my consciousness. For the meantime, I listened. The bedroom was jarringly calm. Black continued to dominate everywhere, the dim streak of light hemorrhaged through the window. Not a sound was heard, no annoying squeals from the phone—just plain silence---the way it should be before going to sleep.   I opened an eye and glanced at the bedside table, I read the glowing digits of the clock: It read 4:00 am.   My wrist felt painful. Inhaling, I brought my wrist upwards and stared at it. There were no signs of injuries. It was odd.   My mind was probably playing tricks on me. I decided to let go of the thought. I needed sleep.   Maybe it was all a nightmare.   With this in mind, it took only a while before I hesitantly slipped into my unconscious.   It will go away tomorrow.   It will…   -------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------o   To be continued…   ----------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------o     End notes   Lemony: The lemony-scene sucked! (starts bawling) Naughty Natsume and Mikan. XD XD X3 I hope this isn’t illegal or something. I’ve read CCS and Harry Potter M-Rated fics and my eyes practically bulged out from the details. I remember some of the reviewers in my other fics tell me it’s okay to put in details (thank you!). So here it is…this is my first sort-of almost-full blown lemon fic so pleaaase be gentle…it’s not that good but hope you guys were able to imagine it. XD Honestly, I almost dropped dead when I wrote this…hope it turned out okay though.   The Fanged Vagina: There’s only one thing that came to my mind when I wrote the scene…good thing it’s his hand, not his…you-know. XD Okay, so I shouldn’t be joking…sorry! XD   Perspective on the Devil: I am not an avid fan of demonology, but I do find it interesting. I look at the devil from a psychological and philosophical perspective so there will be lots of it in this fanfic…so it won’t be like “The Exorcist” or the “The Omen.” I’ve read several articles and books about the existence of the devil…and found it a good subject for a horror fanfic. Do I believe in the devil? 60 percent I believe they exist. But from what I observed from the devil, it can only manifest its evil through human beings—being the naïve, gullible creatures that we are. Hehehe. Possession by the devil is usually gradual…so I’m hoping to show it here in the fic.   Next Chapter: The Unexpected   Preview: Natsume and his buddies meet up with old Mr, Jinno who brought along a strange client who came to warn the alumni of Alice Academy about an invisible evil victimizing those that were granted with the powers of an alice. At first they didn’t believe him, but the client showed a proof that compelled them to accept a new mission: Negotiate with the Anti-Alice organization to join forces with the academy and find out what’s behind the mysterious and unexpected deaths of alice-wielders. An unexplained murder, sudden death of a good friend, unlikely friendships, and impossible alliances in the next chapter.