Disclaimer: Does not own Gakuen Alice.
Notes: I'm sorry. I can't rest if I don't write this story. I've promised myself a million times not to start anything unless I've finished The Rounds and Label Academy, but here I am. And btw, this is a supernatural story. Be warned. ;)
D E A D L Y A T T R A C T I O N
Sweet Temptress
For L, friendship sister extraordinaire.
It was dangerous. It was madness. It was intoxication.
It was the start of a deadly attraction.
Anonymity – that was something I, Mikan Sakura, always liked.
But of course, being the little devil that I am, taking after my gold digger mom, sometimes things just go a little bit overboard.
It was running in my blood. I was attracted to rich guys and money.
It was basically engraved in my DNA and cerebrum.
It was in the Sakura slash gold-digger blood, that women in our family only gave birth to one girl, one femme fatale and one lucky girl to inherit all the Sakura traits. Of course the child should come from good DNA structure. Sakuras are only impregnated by the right guy – only the finest for Sakuras. So no matter how many times they do 'it', with protection or not, only one guy will give them 'the heiress'. Of course that guy had to be 'the perfect one'.
And who's the lucky girl?
That lucky girl – is me.
My great grandmother, was the title holder of a high-class bidding house – Femme Fatale. For sixty million dollars, yes you read that right, sixty million dollars, she was sold to man who practically owned the world.
Of course, that was the 19th century but whatever.
My mom was in high school when her gold-digger blood awakened. She was every guy's eye-candy. Once, a super-duper rich guy bought her a five-carat diamond ring just to be his girlfriend, every girl went bitch to her for months. Even her best friend left her. But that was okay. You see, when you have a bloodline like us, all that matters to you is a guy to brag and money to spend. Of course after that, she never received anything five-carat. It had to be more.
Right now, she's dating a guy who's a CEO of a billion-dollar company. And she's ecstatic about it. She's been sending me all kinds of gifts:
1) iPad in all different colors (she had them specially made. Well, more like, demanded Apple to make it in different colors)
2) High class make-up, loads of 'em
3) Cash. I have about a hundred thousand dollars in my bank account (lucky me)
4) Designer clothes, hundreds. Some are not even out in stores yet.
5) Designer shoes. Killer high-heels and one was the same exact replica of Lady Gaga's heels. Where would I even use that?
6) And some things I can't even mention. Seriously.
And that leaves me to top the record.
But I didn't want to be a Sakura.
I just wanted to be a normal girl and married to a normal guy.
I didn't want to go around marrying a guy year after year for money.
I wanted to get married for love.
Cheesy.
But it was the truth.
So I studied in a normal school with limited kids. None of the boys was that rich. They were all average Joes. And I'm glad with that.
I'm invisible. I don't want that much attention. I was fine with my anonymity.
And besides, I was fifteen. Mom says my Sakura blood will kick in when I'm in my late fifteens or my early sixteens. But that didn't matter.
There were no rich guys around.
To Be Continued
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