Blood Shed Sakura

Natsume Hyuuga wants to rise in the world of Yakuza, and despite being known as the toughest Yakuza leader in Japan, he still does not belong to the renowned, most feared Yakuza family, the Sakura's. Despite their delicate name, their nature is less than sweet and pure, but within this family there is Mikan, the innocent, pure and delicate daughter of the leader who doesn't agree with harming others. However Mikan must marry in order to have her wish of a free life away from the Yakuza world - but to marry, she must choose someone who is suited to the lifestyle of the Yakuza so that he can succeed her fate as the next leader of the family business... NXM

Disclaimer! I own nothing - Gakuen Alice and the Yakuza are owned by their respective owners/creators. I am in no way a part of the Yakuze and I am no way associated with Gakuen Alice or characters. I only own what I own.

READ ME: The Yakuza are VERY different to what I write; do not take the way I write the Yakuza literally. I actually toned down most of their antics - they usually have full body tattoo's and what not - mine still has blood and what not but meh. I just wanted to write somethng with blood and death in it and maybe sex xD enjoy~

SIDE NOTE: This was originally called 'Yakuza Gir' but that sucked for a title - also I have no idea if I will continue this - if I do then the other 3 chapters that I already wrote out will be changed if I thnk they sucked. This is just gonna be ut up to see if y'all ike it at all :x

Chapter One: Awakened Assassin

"Shit." the curse was nothing but a murmur, barely heard by anyone. The thing was, that curse was heard, and by the wrong person. That curse was a death sentence, that would be the final word that man would say. Ever.

A tall, lean figure turned his head, and blood red eyes pierced the very spot the curse had come from. He moved so swiftly and lightly that his movement was not heard. He was like the wind, and before the curser could even blink, the very man he was hiding from was standing there, in front of him. His eyes widened as he watched his assassin's eyes glow as red as the blood that had flowed from his friends as they were slaughtered one by one, and then there was that smirk, a smirk that marked his next kill was near.

The man cowered, his face a pale white as he looked up to his killer, knowing with fear that the last thing he would see before he died were those eyes, full of danger and resentment. And before the man could even think of crawling away to try and save himself, he could feel a cold steel blade press against the back of his neck before puncturing through his throat, and he was no more...

Thursday, 7:06am, Tokyo Station

The station was, as always, full of people, tired and awaiting their days work to start. The only people who seemed to be awake were the schoolgirls, chattering away happily to each other, excited about some new clothing brand or that cute boy they had their eye on. The only lively thing that stood on the platform were the girls, standing amongst the dead of the morning crowds.

Them, and the station perverts who pried on unsuspecting girls standing alone, waiting for the trains to come quickly so that they could get to school on time.

As a train pulled up and passangers boarded, one individual stood out; he had hair as black as night without stars, and eyes that were a reddish brown until you angered him. He wasn't as awake as he should have been, but during the night, he had 'missions' and those missions took up most of his nights, but he didn't care, because his missions were his passion.

"You worked late again, huh?" someone then asked, and the raven haired lad looked up to see a blonde standing over him. He was a rather girly looking character, but it didn't stop girls fussing over his looks and falling for him, because he was clearly handsome and very kind towards others, the polar opposite to his friend who was seated.

"How'd you guess?" the raven haired teen muttered, his gaze fixated on the train tracks, waiting for his train. The blonde sat beside him, setting his bag down by his feet, hand still latched to the strap so that it wouldn't go missing.

"You always work late on a Wednesday... so, who was it this time? Drug dealer, cop gone bad... murderer?" the blonde asked curiously. He knew all about his friends night time missions. He knew everything there was to know, as he was his best friend, and the dark haired lad always told the blonde what was going on.

"A dealer and his friends. I got them all, of course... no one can hide from me." muttered the dark one as his friend sat there, then sighed.

"So anything for tonight?" his friend asked, and the red eyed teen shrugged, then shook his head slowly.

"Nothing, as far as I know... Persona thinks that it'll be clear tonight." he stated slowly, then his back straightened, and he looked straight towards an odd looking man who had his back turned to the two friends.

"I think I found my next target, Ruka." he suddenly stated, and the blonde named Ruka blinked, wondering who his friend was talking about.

"What? Who is it?" he asked. The dark haired lad pointed, and Ruka saw, with his very own eyes, what the man was doing. A girl was stood in front of him, and she looked frightened, distressed and ready to cry, but the two lads knew that she wouldn't cry out for the life of her;

she had a knife pressed against her back, her hand clamped to her mouth in fear.

"Fucking perverts," snarled the dark haired teen, and his hand curled into a fist. Ruka's eyes widened as his friends' eyes turned blood red through his anger. Ruka wouldn't have dared to stop his friend, purely because he knew that if he did, he would probably die as well as the man that his friend had targeted.

He then simply asked; "Do you have your pocket knife on you, Natsume?" his voice was hushed, but his friend heard, and nodded in response.

Natsume rose from where he was sitting and pulled out what looked like a pocket knife, something he always carried around with him, knowing that were would always be a situation where it would be needed. He threw off his school jacket, and looked towards Ruka.

"Take care of my things. I'll be back shortly," he snarled, and in seconds he had disappeared in the bustling crowds, his feet barely touching the ground as he moved towards the man and the girl. Ruka couldn't see him after he had immursed into the crowds of the train station.

After a few minutes, Ruka heard a piercing scream, and before too long, Natsume was back, pocket knife hidden and looking like everything was perfectly fine as he sat back down whilst crowds of people started to talk loudly to one another, ordering someone to call an ambulance and the police.

"That was quick," Ruka muttered. Natsume nodded, then smirked slightly.

"He won't be bothering anyone again... I made sure to get the bastard in the back of the neck without being noticed." Natsume relished the thought of killing one more victim who deserved it; he loved the feeling after he had killed someone, and that feeling made him feel so alive.

"I'll say... oh, there's our train!" Ruka suddenly cried out, and threw his bag over his shoulder as Natsume threw on his jacket and slung his bag over his own shoulder, and followed Ruka onto the train.

The girl Natsume had witnessed being harassed was soon to follow. She looked frightened and was trembling, but she also seemed to be at peace, knowing that she was saved before it was too late.

And Natsume knew that the great thing about his 'job' was that he was able to help and save people like her...

Thursday, 12:00pm, Class 1 B

"Oh wow, your nails look so good today, Miss Sumire!" an exasperated cry was heard as four girls sat at a table in the classroom, bentos layed out on the table before them. It was lunch, and one girl in particular was bathing in her own little spot-light as her 'friends' gushed over her new acrylic nails, decorated with diamante and nail gloss. She was indeed a beautiful young girl, and also blessed with her fathers' credit card and to be the only daughter of her parents as well as the youngest.

"I know... they were designed by my French Manacurist, Etoile... sad to say, yours don't look half as good as mine." she was rather smug about what she had said, and indeed knew that she was being rude, but she barely cared.

To Sumire Shouda, almost every other girl was inferior to her, and they all knew it.

"O-of course, Miss Sumire! No one has nails as wonderful as yours... we are so envious!" another girl said with a small laugh and a forced smile. Sumire smiled rather pleasently, but her smile was also dangerous, because Sumire was a girl you would not want to cross paths with if you wanted to hurt her. Sumire had good connections, and one of them just so happened to be Natsume Hyuuga.

And everyone in Alice Academy knew just who Natsume Hyuuga was...

Natsume Hyuuga was not only renowned for his wealth and good looks, but for his dangerous reputation, too. Natsume Hyuuga, despite being at the tender age of seventeen, was the leader of the Hyuuga Yakuza. Passed down from his father, Natsume had taken leadership at the age of fifteen for his sky rocketing assassinations of over thirteen thousand men who had done wrong in Japan and China. Natsume was a very dangerous and powerful man, and Sumire was quite close to him.

So, whatever Sumire said, it went that way, and whatever Natsume said, everybody obeyed. He owned the Academy, and everyone was his chess piece. Natsume was like the King, but he knew that he wasn't as powerful as he wanted to be, or as he could be.

"Oh, Natsume, there you are! Please, take me away from these boring girls, they annoy me so." Sumire suddenly sighed, swivelling around in her chair when she heard familiar footsteps from behind her. The girls around Sumire looked nervous, and quickly left to appease their superior. Natsume arched an eyebrow, and despite not wanting to sit with someone as annoying and spoilt as Sumire Shouda, he sat across from her, with Ruka sliding into the seat next to him. Sumire gave the two one of her signature 'fuck with me and die' smiles.

"So... how was your mission?" Sumire asked, taking a strawberry from her bento and popping it into her mouth, starting to chew. It was no secret that Sumire Shouda had a thing for Natsume Hyuuga; she made it very clear, even though Natsume had rejected her advances more than once. Sumire would not give up, she had vowed to continue pursueing Natsume until a girl worth stepping down to came along, and that deemed rather unlikely.

"It was fine." Natsume answered. When it came to Sumire Shouda, Natsume was never really talkative; in fact, Natsume was never talkative with most people, period. Sumire was one of those people, and she just irritated him to the point that he gave up even listening half the time, and just sat with her so that she wouldn't start begging later.

"Oh, goody! And I'm glad to see you are still in one piece... any missions tonight?" Sumire asked, suddenly pushing away her bento. Sumire generally didn't eat much in front of others, but Natsume and Ruka both knew that she loved food, but hid it so that it seemed like she was too grand for simplistic bentos at school.

"Possibly," Natsume growled. He really did hate sitting with Sumire, but if he killed her he would have her father and mother to deal with, and her mother was just as blatantly annoying as Sumire was, and her father, well...

He just cried more than any girl did, and Natsume did not want to go through that again.

Sumire was ready to begin talking again, wanting to keep Natsume's attention to herself, but was cut short of starting her sentence when an irritable girl gasped at what her friend had told her,

"The Sakura's have assassinated Toyuki-sensei! No wonder he wasn't in for Science today!" someone cried, and Sumire's eyes widened and this new piece of gossip. She quickly took out a diamente encrusted iPhone and started to look on the internet for some information, and when she found it, her eyes bugged as she read the news article she had found.

A Mr. Hiro Toyuki was reportedly found to be decapitated in his three roomed penthouse earlier this morning. His body was lain in the bathtub with a clean cut to the neck, but his head nowhere to be found. Mr. Toyuki was said to be questioned for the accusation of raping a highschool girl he had been teaching in the Alice Academy. This alligation was silenced until further notice, but claims have been found to say this alligation is indeed true, and before a trial could commence, Mr. Toyuki was found dead when neighbours complained of loud music playing from his penthouse. Investigations have claimed that there is no murder suspect as of yet, but few claim that it was the work of the Sakura Mob after a Sakura Blossom was found on the porch of Mr. Toyuki's penthouse.

Further news, a man known as Kimura Wakamiru was stabbed today at a local train station...

"Toyuki-sensei raped a girl here!" Sumire cried out, shocked as Natsume and Ruka stared at each other. Ruka saw that Natsume looked less than pleased, because Ruka knew that Natsume could never surpass the threat of the Sakura's;

The Sakura's were renowned in Japan, China and Taiwan and the most feared Yakuza of all. Despite their name, they were less than delicate and innocent. They had the blood of millions on their hands, and were just as blood thirsty and cruel as Natsume was. Each member was rutheless in their own way, but each time a member left the murder scene, they left a small sakura blossom in their place to mark the scene of the crime.

They were also sly and clever; they knew when a crime had been commited before anyone else did, and killed just before the news could report it to the public. The Sakura's were quick, quicker than Natsume who moved like the wind.

The strangest thing was that these assassins were unknown; The Hyuuga mob were known well throughout Japan, hence why many feared Natsume, but the Sakura's were secret with who they were. Some thought that the Sakura's were a rumour to scare people into doing good, but others swore that they were real, that they punished those who commited a crime.

And Natsume, wanting power more than anything, would do what he could to be a part of that mob, just so that he could become leader, bring the two families together, and create a strong mob. However, that would never happen, as the Sakura's were hard to find, and extremely secretive about their locations.

Then Sumire broke Natsume's thoughts, a cheek in her palm.

"I always knew that Toyuki-sensei was dodgy... he kept peeking at girls when he thought they weren't looking! What a sick bastard, he deserved to die!" Sumire snapped, shoving her phone into her school bag as Natsume stared towards Sumire, then to Ruka who shrugged. Sumire then sighed, and gave Natsume a sweet smile.

"Anyway, with that over and done with, do you wanna go to the movies sometime, Natsume-kun?" Sumire purred, leaning over the table. Her shirt was conveniently unbuttoned to show off her classic red bra. Natsume was aroused, yes, but he didn't want to bed Sumire again... she wasn't much cop when it came to the bedroom business.

Then again, she had been a virgin the first time round, and so had he.

"No thanks, I'm busy." he muttered. This wasn't exactly a lie, Natsume had little time when he had some planned missions, and Sumire knew that... but it didn't stop her from asking.

She sighed, and sat back, her hand back in her cheek.

"Fine, but when you're free... call me, kay?" she gave Natsume a wink before standing and walking off, her hips swaying as few boys turned to stare at her ass. Sumire was highly sought after, but she only had eyes for Natsume.

"Ruka, let's skip, I feel like a fucking cigarette." Natsume muttered, standing as Ruka blinked, then quickly followed Natsume, hauling his bag over his shoulder and following Natsume out of the class room as girls watched, their hearts skipping a beat as the two left to skip class...

Introduction of Natsume Hyuuga, DONE! Hope you liked! You can ask questions, say what I need to improve on, whatever, I don't mind, heck, FLAME ME if you have the guts, we know how moody I can get :D JOKE, lol, but yeah, flame me, and yeah, I do get moody... we learnt that lesson with A Rich Love, did we not now?

Lots of love and kissles, Blue~