Hi everybody! I just started going on fanfiction, and this is my first story! Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I guess I'll be a good girl and say this, *sighs*, I do not own Gakuen Alice or any of the characters.

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"Let me go!" a shrill high pitched voice rang out through the cloudless morning. If you had been able to see over the high walls, or if you had been able to see through the walls surrounding the castle, you would have been able to see quite a scene. A brunette who was probbley about 15 years old was thrashing around, the only thing restraining her from kicking two exteremly angry and frusterated guards in the face were two very strong men's clutches on her arms, which were slowly turning purple from the lack of blood flow. "I command you to let me go!" The girl yelled again. But the guards were strong, and they never even let their fingers slip for a secound, always having a firm grip on the girl wrist.

Then somehow her feet, which I might add, which were wearing very heavy shoes, had found their way to her head, and BONK! she was knocked out. Seriously, this was the fourth time that month she had tried to escape. He certainly didin't understand why this certain girl had wanted to escape so badly. Well, she was a very troublesome girl. Meddling with her enough would be like calling a known serial killer and telling them where you live. You simply would not get away with it. The guard thought, shaking his head while staring at the girl who was now sleeping, muttering sad words. Poor girl. Neverless, he swiftly picked her up and swung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"C'mon," he told the other guards. "We have a report to make." Then he walked towards the main gates of the castle, with three rather nervous men trailing behind.

No one noticed the crimson colored eyes in the darkness watching them.

O O O

Minutes later, a rather dazed girl, four guards, and one man sitting in a gigantic throne, were having a disscusion about the following incident.

The throne room was a very pretty room. There was a golden chandelier in the middle, and big U shaped windows every 5 feet along the walls, which were covered in golden entricate designs, painted on a gold backround. The window frame was also golden, and the drapes which hung over it were gold silk. The finest, in fact. Imported straight form China.

All in all, it seemed as though the king was pretty obsessed with gold, even his throne was made of gold! But even thought the throne room was usually his favorite place in the castle, he was not in a good mood.

He woke up late, fell off the bed, tripped in the bathroom, landed in the water filled bathtub, and had burnt toast for breakfst, because the cooks could not provide anything else because the profit for yesterday's goods were delayed and had not gotten to the castle yet. Sitting there, with four stammering guards muttering some nonsence which sounded like, "A chicken tripped in the backyard while juggling hammers and oranges," in front of him did not help his mood.

"What in the world happened?" the king bellowed. "Please forgive us, your majesty." A guard stammered. " She snuck out in the middle of the night. We saw her and began to chase after her. We let her get out of our sight for a while, but then we caught up to her. No harm was done, your majesty." The guard bowed low. "It better not have been done, especially in the chase, You know I just had the royal lawn cutter to trim the grass right?" The king snapped. "And he also did touches on the rose garden!" Then he glared at every one of them and then bellowed. "Wake up that wretched daughter of mine, and figure out whats gotten into her! But," he added with an amusing glint in his eyes, "Chain her up first."

The guards looked suprised, but when the king sent them a perfected you-better-do-it-or-else look, they quickly began to tie her arms and legs together, and, again on the kings command, put a gag over her mouth and eyes.

Then one of the guards splashed a buket of cold water over her, which caused her to immediatly wake up.

O O O

When the girl woke up, she couldn't see anything. She vaugely could taste the gag and feel the tight rope that had been tied around her arms and legs. This was obiously her fathers doing. In her mind, not out loud because there was a gag on her mouth, she sighed. She had failed again. She had known that her chance of escaping was small, but she had still tried to.

She then procceded to free herself of the restaints.

First, she took off the gag on her mouth by ripping it off with her teeth, them crumbling it into a small ball and then spit it out. Suddenly, she heard a loud laugh. Her right eye twitched. That was her father's laugh.

Trembling with rage, she bit through the ropes tying her arms and legs together, and them freed them. The hardly muffled laughter was getting louder. She then ripped off the gag over her eyes, and saw exactly what she didn't want to see.

She didn't escape just for the fun of it.

Her father was sitting grandly on the throne, trying to restain his laughter. She rolled her eyes. Trying. Even from her she could see tears coming out of her eyes. The guards all looked ahead as if she was not there, which were probbley her dad- the kings orders.

Then she recalled all the events that hd led up to this, and inside her something broke. She clenched her right fist into a tight ball, and swung a punch at the king's face. The king, suprised, instinctivly held up his palm to stop her. Her fist slammed right into it, making a loud thump. The king smiled, seeing how her attack was a fail. The girl showed no emotion at first, and them she smiled back at him and spoke. "Never underestimate the power of a punch delivered by Sakura Mikan."

Right after she had said that, the king's arm bent at an unnatural angle, and he, throne and all, flew backwards torwards the wall at an alarming rate of more then 1oo mph, surpassing even 2oo mph. The moment the king's throne touched the wall, it shattered into a million pieces. "It" being the throne. The shatters were every where, and then the king's back hit the wall, which resulted in a sickening "crack" ofsomething that was probbley his ribs.

There he lay, limp as a doll, on the marble, floor, the throne scattered in pieces behing him.

All the guards rushed forward and looked to see what was wrong. Someone rang the emergency bell. All of them had forgotten about a cetain brunette who caused all of this commotion to happen. When Mikan caught a glimpes of the king with blood pouring out of his mouth and his chest heaving unaturally, she almost felt sorry for him. Then she remembered that this old man was the source of all of her problems, and immediatly all the feelings of pity dissapeared, replaced with the felling of satisfication.

She examined him from a safe distance away. The bent angle of his hand showed that it was probbley broken, and, juding by the sound she had heard when his back hit the wall, his ribs were probbley all broken too. Nothing too major. He should be fine in a couple of weeks. Compared to that though...

The pain he had inflicted upon her was still there. On that night long ago...

Mikan shook her head. he had to forget about the past and keep moving on towards the future. That was something that her mother told her every day.

She looked at the artifical arm that her friend, Hotaru, had made her. From far away, it looked like a normal arm, with all the intricate designs and wrinkles. But when one looked closly, llike how Mikan was looking at her arm right now, one would notice that it was plastic, very flexable skin like plastic. It moved when she wanted to, and obeyed her every command. Her friend Hotaru was basicly a machine herself, she was so familiar with them. She had made the arm three years ago, on Mikan's 12th birthday.

There was another thing. The artifactial arm took the stremght of one's arm normally, multiplied it by 10, and that was how much powere that arm would have. 10 times your normal amount of power. Mikan had alot of power before, so you can imagine how much power she had now. (An example of how much power she had was just demenstrated a couple of minutes before.)

Mikan was smiling inwardly to herself, chuckling, before one thing happened that destroyed her happiness.

The queen was approaching her.

O O O

The queen was perhaps, lets say, even more scarier then the king. She was beutiful yes, but she was always raidiating cold and there was never any warmth or signs of kindness in her eyes. Just cold, dark, empty holes.

She approached Mikan, and then said strictly. "You will be attending Gakuen Alice, yes, the princess academy, in two weeks. I have already enrolled you." She then began to turn away. "Wait!" Mikan cried out, causing the queen to turn this way. "What?" she snapped. Mikan crossed her arms. "I'm not going to that good for nothing school, full of those good for nothing girls who gossip all day about useless stuff."

"You are my daughter, you shall do as I say."

"I am not your daughter."

"It was your fault to behave like this. You must now face the punishment."

"I'm not going."

"Even if you could live without me and everyone in this castle?"

Mikan thought about this.

"Im still not going."

"Okay then, I just have to go look in my desk for something, and then you don't have to go."

"Oka-"

Mikan stopped. Wait a second, in the desk was-

"I'll go!"

The queen looked back.

"Oh really? What a suprise."

Then she turned around and walked away.

O O O

Somewhere else, a dark haired crimson eyed boy was lying in the grass. "Sakura Mikan huh?" Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I hope you like this story so far! Reviews and Critiques are appreciated!