Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice, One Direction's What Makes You Beautiful, or Titanic… :(
Summary: His crimson irises pierced my thoughts and my struggles turned weaker and weaker. He smirked at this, and took this time to draw me closer, clutching my waist tightly. I shivered as his breath hit my ear. "Stop struggling already. It's useless. You're mine now, my little bride."
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His Little Bride
Chapter 1: The Kidnap
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Some say life is too short to waste.
I disagree.
Life is the longest thing we have. And the only thing we all take for granted.
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"Hotaru. Hota- Hotaru! I'm fine! How many times do I have to tell you? Yes, yes. I locked the front door…yes. And the back door. I'm not stup– No, Hotaru! I'm not stupid!"
I rolled my eyes at my best friend, Hotaru Imai's comment, walking into the kitchen while holding my phone to my ear. I clicked my tongue against my teeth while her voice rose out from my phone. I grabbed my tumbler from the cabinet and made myself a glass of water.
"Hotaru, Hotaru! Yes. Will you stop worrying? This isn't the first time I'm home alone…Hotaru, that was one time. One time! And he didn't even steal anything. Well…I didn't like that vase in the first place! Fine. Fine! Okay already! I'll call you tomorrow. Bye."
I groaned slightly, taking a long sip of icy coldness before tossing my phone on the living room couch and plopping myself down. I pinched the bridge of my nose when I felt a migraine coming on.
"Oh, Mikan Sakura…You need a nice long bubble bath after the hell you went through today." I muttered to myself. Shaking my head, I picked myself off the couch and trudged my way to the bathroom.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't har-
"For the love of–"
I moaned as I stomped over to the living room again, picking up my phone irritably. "What? Hotaru! …Yes. I'm not that naïve 16 year old anymore…No! I'm 22 damn it!" I swore. I groaned, as Hotaru's voice rose on the other line.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry for swearing at you. Yes…I just had a hard day down at the office. No. My boss was just being gay as usual. Yes, that Anju. Just…let me have my night alone. I promise, I'll call you if anything happens… Yes I'll have my phone on me if something bad happens! Yeah…okay, I'll keep it on. Yeah, yeah. Bye Hotaru."
I ended the call in frustration, throwing my phone onto the couch again. I breathed out a sigh and walked back into my bathroom. Running my hand under the hot water, I stripped my camisole off along with my skirt and undergarments and slipped into the water. I moaned as the heat soothed my aching limbs and I closed my eyes.
This is what I call relaxation.
I must have dozed off because I opened my eyes to a dimmed room. I rubbed my eyes sleepily, as I reached over the counter for my towel. Slipping out carefully, I shook the soap and water off and wrapped the towel around my body. I rubbed my feet against my bathroom floor towel before walking outside.
The apartment was dark, other than the faint glow of a lamp coming from the living room and I shivered slightly at the different temperature. For summer, it was an oddly cold night. I walked into my room and shut the bedroom door and looked for a change of clothes to put on.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know, oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful.
I frowned as I heard a faint One Direction ring coming from the living room couch and I shook my head. I'll just grab it later. Picking up a large cotton white shirt and a pair of polka-dotted panties, I wringed my hair with my towel, before opening my door again walking back into the living room.
I glanced at the caller ID and frowned when it read, Unknown. I sighed as I deleted the call from my phone. If this person really wants to talk to me, he'll leave a message. I lifted my feet from the ground and settled myself into a ball on the couch. Reaching over to get the remote for the TV, I flicked through the channels until I came across any chick flick-y movie.
"Oh…Titanic is on…I haven't watched this in forever…" I brought my knees to my chin, and wrapped my hands around me. I watched as Jack and Rose ran through the ship happily…oh…if only they knew what was in store for them.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelme d,
But when you smile at the groun–
I looked to my left and picked up my cell. Unknown it read and I narrowed my eyes. Should I answer? I turned to my TV and smiled as Rose spit over the edge of Titanic. No. I shook my head and cast the phone back down after ignoring the call. Nothing right now is more important than Jack and Rose's tragic love in the middle of the ocean.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelme –
I clenched my fist and pressed the ignore button on my phone as the Unknown caller, called yet again. Tonight is my night…even if it was the President of the World, I would not answer.
Baby you light up my world like nobo–
Ignore.
Baby you light up my world–
Ignore.
Baby you light up–
Ignore.
Baby you–
"WHAAT? Stop calling me mother fuc– Hotaru? No! No…I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. I'm fine! I'm totally" I took a deep breath. "Totally, absolutely fine. Just some unknown person calling me. Yes…I know swearing at them wouldn't have done anything. Okay…just leave me alone while I watch Titanic! Bye."
I let out a long sigh before turning over my phone and taking out the battery. The comforting sound of the television screen and only the television screen finally made me relaxed. I should've taken out my battery a long time ago.
I let my head fall down on the side pillows of the couch and yawned. The Titanic finally got hit. I sighed. Just great. I just had to feel sleepy during the best part of the movie. I glanced over to the side table. The clock blinked 9:54. Today was Friday, which meant no work on the weekends. I stretched out my body on the couch and smiled as my muscles tensed. How I love weekends. I closed my eyes, letting the sound of the sinking Titanic lull me to sleep.
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I don't know what compelled me to wake up, but I found myself opening my eyes. I sat up on my couch and scratched my back tiredly. Looking at the clock, which read 3:07. I let out a groan. I wearily swiped some drool from the side of my lip and let out a yawn.
And that's when I heard it.
Boom.
I rubbed my eyes and looked behind me. What was that? I shook my head. Mikan…you're just tired. I let my head fall back to the couch. You locked the doors, the windows, and whatever else Hotaru told you to do. It was probably just the wind. I let out a sigh and made myself comfortable. The nice quiet of the night, just how I fell asleep.
But…wait.
When did I shut off the TV?
Boom.
I opened my eyes when a hand covered my lips.
I screamed and writhed under the hand that came out of nowhere. What the hell! I'm going to die!
Tears entered my eyes as I kicked at the figure that was hovering over me now. He was a tall man, who wore long black pants and a black V-neck shirt. I heard a dark chuckle and screamed underneath his grasp again. I pushed my free hands forward and grabbed onto his hand, trying my best to break free from his grasp. I dug my nails into his skin, and didn't stop squeezing until I felt blood. He let out a hiss and loosened his grip. I took this opportunity to break free from his grasp. I gasped for air before kicking him in his shin and leaping off the couch.
"Son of a—" He murmured and rubbed his hand over his leg.
I ran down the hallway to my room and slammed the door immediately, locking it as fast as I could and put my back against the door.
"Oh my god. Oh my god." I whispered. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I patted myself down for my cell phone and cursed under my breath. God damn it. I looked behind me at the closed door. I took out my phone battery and left it in the living room!
I looked down at my hands, which were shaking profusely. What's going to happen to me? A sob escaped my lips as I heard the man walking closer and closer to my door.
"Come out little girl. I just want to talk with you. I won't hurt you."
I shivered at the coldness of his voice and crushed my lips together to prevent a scream when he began pounding on the door.
"Do you really think a locked door will stop me from getting what I want?"
I sealed my eyes shut as the pounding got harder, my body bouncing against the door as his fists hit the wood.
"Fine…You won't open the door the easy way." I felt the weight of his fist leave the door. "I'll just open it the hard way." I let out a scream when a kick hit the middle of the wood and the door burst open. I fell to the ground at the impact. My leg hurt like hell and I groaned.
"You put up a good fight little girl." I let out a whimper as he grabbed my face with his hands. "But not good enough." I bit down on my lip as tears streamed from my face.
He shook my face in his hand and noticed his lips turn into a smirk. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you. So stop your damn crying already. It's annoying."
I finally looked up at him, anger boiling up inside of me. Most of his face was hidden by the night, but I could tell he was handsome. Chiseled, straight jaw. Full, pink lips. Raven black hair.
But his eyes.
His eyes were blood red.
I blinked and let out a gasp when he suddenly put a cloth over my nose. I struggled under his grasp.
What the hell is he doing to me, my eyes widening into his.
His crimson irises pierced my thoughts and my struggles rapidly turned weaker and weaker. He smirked at this and took this time to draw me closer, clutching my waist tightly. I shivered as his breath hit my ear.
"Stop struggling already. It's useless. You're mine now, my little bride."
My eyes widened at his words as the nauseating smell from the handkerchief took over my senses. Feeling the grip of my hands loosen against his shirt, my eyes finally gave way into the darkness.
My last vision of the blood-red pools that glowed brightly in the darkness.
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A/N: Boom. There it is. Review?