Disclaimer:Gakuen Alice will never be mine. C:

Here are some of my minor revisions in my Prologue. I know I've been out for a very long time and I'm really sorry. I can't promise I'll be very active though but I'll slowly update and revise everything. I've got some unfortunate events regarding my stories but nonetheless I won't stop writing. So here it is. Kyaaa!

Death09Angel

Prologue

"Tick...Tock...Tick…Tock…Tick...Tock..." Time is running out. The silence in my surrounding had crept out me more as darkness started to engulf my body part by part. I can't see anything, I can't feel anything; not my breathing nor my heart beat . All I'm sure of is that I'm there—alone and nothing could have scared me more.

"Oka-san! Otou-san!" I shouted as I heard my breathlessness echoed on the entire black space. Good to know that at least one of my senses if functioning but I had given me zero comfort in the end. It's no use. They can't hear me, I have been shouting for a while now.

'Shit! Don't tell me I am already dead.' I thought with regret as I searched for the possible answer for my current situation. Indeed, that would make sense.

To be honest, I can't say I'm sad for it was expected. Everyone was born to die; it is one of the things we are certain in this world. I however, was one of the unlucky ones, those kinds of buds that are expected to wither earlier than others, those premature ones—the one who had been said to die earlier or those who are always prepared and treated their days to be probably their last. I am one of those who are informed that will die earlier than they would want to and of course, I wasn't exactly happy about it.

By the way, my name is Mikan Sakura, 17 years old. My parents are Yuka and Yukihara Sakura and I am their only daughter. I am the heir of the most respected house in the fashion industry: the Sakura Fashion House. Granted with wealth and fortunately beauty, I was able to live a life where I can get everything I want by just a lift of a finger. I have truly lived like a princess except that…I have a weak body. I was born with a congenital heart disease. Long ago, my mom was informed that I should undergo an open heart surgery but my mom being what she is had just ignored it for a simple reason. Do you want to know it? It is because she thinks that I will die if I did.*snorts* I don't usually understand my mom, she's really hard to read but since I have lived happily for 17 freaking long years, I think I don't have a right to question her decision and choices. She's my mom for a reason.

"Mikan Sakura." A voice mentioned shattering the thoughts I have as I started to search of where did it came from.

"Oka-san? Otou-san?" I answered hoping that it will be them even when I clearly know it is not.

" Mikan Sakura." He repeated.

"Who-o the hell are you?" I stammered for I didn't recognized the voice as I hear him chuckle in reply.

" I am the answer to your problem." He said in a matter-of-fact-tone.

"What problem? I don't have any! Who are you?" I replied impatiently trying to shake my hands that are trembling. Who wouldn't? All of us are being thought that 'we should not talk to strangers' since we were a kid. And here is this man talking to me without showing his face like a scary stalker not to mention in a weirdest place I have ever been.

"A demon."

"A demon?" I repeated stupidly.'What the fuck is wrong with him?'

"Okaaay…and what's the demon's business with me?" I added totally aware that this is just a joke or a dream or I might just be going crazy already.

"Your soul, I want your soul." The demon said desperately.

" My soul?" again another idiotic reply.

" I want to make a deal with you in exchange for your soul." He replied as if eating souls are just , I'm not even sure if you can eat souls for Pete's sake.

"What? And why do you think would I agree with that?" I questioned terrified and annoyed.

" Because of your desires." Wow. He can't even answer me in a sentence. Abso-fucking-lutely amazing.

'Desires.' I repeated in myself over and over again before I finally realized what he is talking about;that would indeed capture my attention.

"What's wrong with my desires?" I asked again, now interested despite the ridiculousness of the situation I was in.

" There's nothing wrong with your desires my love—hairs start to stand in my arms—it's just that, you desired something too much in a way that you had awakened a Demon of Lust." He answered with confidence.

"…."

"What is your name Demon?"

"Natsume, Natsume Hyugga." He said sweetly. I can imagine the smile forming in his lips as I gulp before I replied.

"Natsume…Tell me more about this deal." I commanded whole heartedly weighing all the possible options I could have.

" As you wish, princess." He ended as I finally open my eyes and see the real world. I was still in the hospital. ALIVE, and it was just a dream…or NOT.