No, unfortunately I don't own Gakuen Alice.

Mikan Sakura

Age: 17

Hotaru Imai

Age: 17

Natsume Hyuuga

Age: 18

Ruka Nogi

Age: 18

Tsubasa

Age: 18

Koko

Age: 18

Nonoko

Age: 17

Anna

Age: 17

Sumire

Age: 17

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Mikan Sakura fumed as she stomped down the halls towards her dormitory. Her shoulders were rigid and her hands were balled into fists, whitening her knuckles. Her fingernails pressed into the skin on her palms, but she was barely aware of the pain.

She was furious, if you couldn't tell by her description.

She'd been at Alice Academy for almost eight years now. She was pursuing her career as a singer along with her band, consisting of herself, Hotaru, Nonoko, Anna, and Sumire. But they weren't the only band in the school.

Natsume Hyuuga and his band, called the White Tigers, consisting of himself, Ruka, Koko, and Tsubasa, were also on their way to being famous for singing.

They were rivals.

Over their years of being at the school, the boys had changed – except for Natsume, who was still cold and emotionless. Ruka was now turning more and more into his best friend, and Koko and Tsubasa were players, which really frustrated some people – mostly Anna and Nonoko.

Mikan was on her way back from a meeting she had called with her band, the Fallen Angels. Hotaru had mentioned that the White Tigers were organizing a concert, and Nonoko had suggested doing one as well. But then Hotaru had told them that the age requirement was 18, and all the girls were only 17.

It was just their luck that all the boys had their birthdays early in the year.

So they couldn't have a concert. Unless…

Hotaru had brought up another option. If the boys invited them to play in their concert, then they'd be able to. But that was the exact problem. What reason would the guys have for inviting the girls?

"Oi."

Mikan stopped and spun on her heel, scowling. Her long, waist length, brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, falling neatly down her back. Her brown eyes burned with hatred as she glared at the boy standing in front of her, the boy that was despised by her and her band.

"Natsume," she spat in greeting.

Natsume raised his eyebrow so that it disappeared under his raven colored bangs. He hadn't changed much at all, not even in appearance. He still had that annoying look on his face, and his hair was still messy (in that hot way), and he still always had the hint of amusement in his crimson eyes when he looked at her.

"Something bothering you?" It was obvious by the tone he used that he didn't really care.

Mikan's eyes narrowed. "No." Well, that was a lie.

"Really…?" He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked over to where she stood, so that barely a foot of air separated them. "You look like you just saw your boyfriend making out with another girl."

Mikan reached forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt. "Now, listen here, Hyuuga…" she began quietly, pulling herself up so that her face was only centimeters away from his. "Don't use that simile with me, because you know damn well that I'm not in any kind of relationship with anyone."

He could have said that it was because she was ugly, but that would have been a straight out lie. She was gorgeous. She had begun to leave her hair down only five years back, and her body began to fill out nicely, giving her unwanted attention. She was shaped like an hourglass, with curves in the exact right places.

When she had hit thirteen, she had been asked out so many times that she had lost count, and she had declined every single guy that came up to her, always saying that she didn't want an intimate relationship.

Natsume rolled his eyes and pulled away with ease. She was a strong girl, but it was clear that she wasn't trying very hard to keep him immobilized. "Whatever," was all he said before turning his back on her. "You're just mad because we're old enough to have a concert."

"I am not!" Mikan protested, stomping her foot angrily.

Natsume chuckled humorlessly and looked at her over his shoulder. "No, not at all," he said sarcastically.

Mikan crossed her arms over her chest and a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "Though, if you invited us, you'd have a lot more people come to it. Mainly guys. You know how much men these days will go through to see a few hot girls dressed in next to nothing perform."

Natsume knew that she wasn't speaking about herself, since she wasn't conceited and actually didn't see herself the way everyone else did. She was talking about the rest of her band, who were also very, very, beautiful.

"Next to nothing?" He turned to face her again, a stoic look on his face.

Mikan's jaw dropped. "Oh, no, you pervert!" she exclaimed, putting her hands on her perfect hips. "You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Her scowl reappeared. "You and your little posse of players would love that." She turned and began stalking the way she had been headed before, raising her hand in a backwards wave as her dismissal. "Forget it!"

"They want to come?" Ruka was flabbergasted.

Natsume nodded, leaning back on her couch and crossing his legs on the coffee table. "She said that it would attract more people," he explained. "Because guys these days will do anything to see young girls dressed in 'next to nothing', as she put it."

Ruka tried to suppress his smile, unsuccessfully. "Really?"

Koko and Tsubasa exchanged greedy glances.

"And it would make a good impression for our first out of school performance, to have them with us," Natsume continued. "But I have to have consent from all of you guys before I invite them, because I don't make decisions alone."

Ruka glanced at Tsubasa and Koko, who wore silly smiles, and then turned back to Natsume, also smiling in an odd way. "Do we get to choose what they wear?"

Sumire flopped down on Hotaru's recliner chair. "What are we going to do?"

Mikan took a sip of coffee out of her mug. "I guess we wait," she replied. "If they invite us, they invite us. If they don't, then they don't." She shrugged. "Even if they do invite us, they're probably going to make us wear something very revealing."

"I wonder how good they are," Nonoko said thoughtfully, looking up from her science textbook. "Over all the years since we both started, we've never attended one of their in-school concerts, but they've attended all of ours. They know exactly what we sound like."

"And we sound good." Anna was reading a cookbook. "Probably better than them."

Hotaru walked out of the kitchen that her star ranking provided her with. "Don't jump to any conclusions, Anna," she said nonchalantly. "I've heard them practicing, and they're pretty good." She paused and stabbed a piece of crab off the plate she was holding. "But you are right. We're better."

"And they know it," Mikan agreed. "So we'll wait it out and see if they actually decide to invite us. Knowing them, they'd probably enjoy having a bunch of girls like yourselves on their stage, and plus it would earn them some more money."

Sumire looked up. "You know that the one they'd be focused on is you," she said. "You're gorgeous."

Mikan didn't seem convinced. "I don't believe you."

Hotaru rolled her eyes. "Of course you don't," she said dryly. "You must be blind."

They always got into these kind of arguments.

There was a knock at the door and Hotaru put her plate down on the counter before walking over to answer it. When she opened it, a robot maid held out an envelope to her. "Delivery for Imai, Polka-dots, Permy, Anna, and Nonoko. Thank you."

Mikan shot to her feet at the mention of her most hated nickname. "What?" she shrieked, but Hotaru had already closed the door and was walking back to her plate of crab. As she passed Mikan, she tossed the envelope at her.

Sumire was scowling. "I thought they got over that nickname…" she mumbled when she heard her old nickname, Permy.

Mikan glowered and tore the envelope open. She yanked the small card out of its home and opened it up, and her anger was instantly replaced with surprise.

You are invited to perform in:

Under the Claw

Hosted by The White Tigers

Saturday, February 12th

At the Stadium

Be there by 2:00 pm.

A/N: Hehe...I just got this idea and I was like 'It would be good to get another one going in case i get writer's block on the other one.' So, here it is.I'm sorry if it doesn't appeal to you...but I like it.

I've got my volleyball tournament on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I'm trying very hard to make sure my dad doesn't notice that my throat is REALLY bugging me, otherwise he won't let me play. He already thinks i've got strep throat, but he doesn't know for sure. And i certainly won't let it stop me. It's like the Advil commercial 'If you think a cold can stop me...you don't know me.' lol.

And this is not meant to sound racist AT ALL, because I thik other cultures are really quite fascinating...but I've realized that a lot of people that use are from the Phillipines. I'm, like, the only Canadian. Lol.

I'm going to make cookies now.

xoxo

Ducky-san