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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: F/F, F/M, Multi Fandom: 学園アリス_|_Gakuen_Alice, Naruto Relationship: Sakura_Mikan/Multi, Yakushi_Kabuto/Sakura_Mikan, Orochimaru/Sakura_Mikan, Deidara/Sakura_Mikan, Uchiha_Itachi/Sakura_Mikan, Hidan/Sakura_Mikan, Konan/Sakura_Mikan, Imai_Hotaru/Sakura_Mikan, Serio_Rei_|_Persona/Sakura Mikan, Kuonji/Sakura_Mikan, Minor_or_Background_Relationship(s), Andou Tsubasa/Harada_Misaki, Uchiha_Madara/Sakura_Mikan, Sonoo_Kaname/Ibaragi Nobara, Hyuuga_Natsume/Sakura_Mikan_(One-sided), Nogi_Ruka/Sakura_Mikan_ (One-sided), Azumi_Yuka/Sakura_Mikan_(Implied) Character: Sakura_Mikan, Azumi_Yuka, AAO_Members_(Gakuen_Alice), Akatsuki_(Naruto), Uchiha_Itachi, Hyuuga_Natsume, Imai_Hotaru, Imai_Subaru, Orochimaru_ (Naruto), Yakushi_Kabuto, Class_B_(Gakuen_Alice), DA_Class_Members_ (Gakuen_Alice), Kuonji_(Gakuen_Alice), Nogi_Ruka, Serio_Rei_|_Persona, Hidan_(Naruto), Deidara_(Naruto), Zetsu_(Naruto), Kakuzu_(Naruto), Narumi L._Anju, Andou_Tsubasa, Harada_Misaki, Tonouchi_Akira, Sakurano_Shūichi, Sonoo_Kaname, Uchiha_Madara Additional Tags: Parent/Child_Incest, Sexual_Slavery, Child_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Molestation, Infant_Death, Branding, Jashinism, Blood_and_Gore, Miscarriage, Human_Sacrifice, Extremely_Underage, Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon Divergence, Slave_Trade, Human_Experimentation, Cages, Cruelty, Pedophilia, Immortalality, Emotional_Manipulation, Sexual_Violence, forced_child_prostitution, Master/Slave, Blood_and_Violence, Extremely Dubious_Consent, Child_Pregnancy, Child_Soldiers, Ninjas_-_Freeform, Mercenaries, Mercy_Killing, Cannibalism, Non-Consensual_Body Modification, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Non-Consensual_Bondage, Post- Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD, Creepy_Infatuations, Obsession, Unhealthy_Relationships, Kidnapping, Stockholm_Syndrome, Missions, Trauma, Murder, Self-Esteem_Issues, Uchiha_Massacre, Lolicon, Consensual Underage_Sex, Exhibitionism, Panic_Attacks, Anxiety, One-Sided Attraction, Unrequited_Love, Not_a_Love_Story Stats: Published: 2017-11-19 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3791 ****** Little Butterfly ****** by GAwriter Summary Mikan is special, unfortunately people notice. Mikan x multi Notes Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot and my oc's. Update when I can, I am busy with college. Set in the Gakuen Alice universe. ***** Prologue ***** Golden sunlight pored through the thin curtains, waking Yuka from her fitful slumber, her skin slick with sweat, curtesy of her nightmares. As she got up from her warm, slightly sticky bed, an odd foreboding feeling crashed over her pregnant form. As if on cue she felt a kick from one of her babies, calming her down as she stroked her bump. She had found out she was having twins when she joined Z, the Anti- Alice Organization. To say it had come as a shock was an understatement, she had sat numb, almost unable to process what the young doctor had just told her, until she had the ultrasound where she could see her two miracles with her own eyes. Never had she felt so much love flow through her, if only Izumi were still alive, and she wasn’t on the run from the academy, it wouldn’t be so difficult. That’s not to say she regretted anything, it would be hard, but she was trying to be strong, besides she had Shiki and Kaoru to support her. Between them they could probably figure something out. Grabbing her long brown cardigan, she wrapped it around herself, trying to fight off the bitter cold of the January weather. Kaoru had recently given birth to a beautiful baby boy called Natsume. He had looked grumpy in the photos Yuka had been sent but he was adorable and made Yuka wonder what her children would look like. Would they take after her or maybe they would look like their father? Either way she was sure they would be beautiful. Six hours later, Yuka, red faced and sweaty, found herself on a slightly uncomfortable bed in the medical wing, having given birth almost half an hour ago. Laying in her arms were the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen, her son Akinari with thin wisps of blonde hair and shining hazel eyes, and her tiny daughter Mikan with auburn hair and stunning amber eyes. Mikan confused Yuka, she hadn’t wailed like her brother at the time of her birth and kept quiet after, that wasn’t normal was it? Yuka was filled with so much love for her son, but she didn’t feel much for her daughter which confused and scared her. Was there something wrong with her, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t muster up any affectionate feelings for Mikan. Angry at her lackluster reaction to her daughter, Yuka carefully lay Akinari down on the bed and got up still holding her sleeping daughter. Yuka stared at her daughters’ face, desperately trying to understand what was wrong with her, she wanted so badly to be a good mother and already she was failing, all because of one useless child, her thoughts growing angrier and more violent. She wrapped her hands around the girls’ throat and squeezed hard, taking out all her pent-up aggression and fears that accumulated over her life. Mikans amber eyes opened in shock, tears welling up in them, as Yuka shook Mikan violently. “What’s wrong with you dammit, why couldn’t you just cry!” Yuka screamed at the squirming baby, her screaming woke the sleeping Akinari who began wailing, before throwing Mikan with as much strength as she could at the wall. Time seemed to slow as the baby crashed against the wall with a sick crack, her body limp, neck twisted at an unnatural angle and a small pool of blood forming on the soft yellow floor. As Yuka fell to her knees sobbing, a nurse outside in the hall ran over to her room to investigate the strange noises. Opening the door her mouth fell open in shock at the sight that greeted her, she screamed loudly attracting the attention of a neighboring doctor, who quickly entered the room and gasped in shock. He took a moment to pull himself together before crossing the room and crouching over Mikans limp body, he hesitantly put his fingers against her neck, trying in vain to find a pulse to no avail. “I don’t know what came over me, I couldn’t control myself, oh God what have I done.” Yuka choked out through her tears, she pointed at Mikan, “It was her, she made me do it, there’s something wrong with her, you have to believe me!” The doctor stared at Yuka, his stomach rolling. A loud crack resounded through the silent room, Akinari having fallen silent. Three heads turned to look at Mikans body, her neck had somehow twisted back into place and she had opened her amber almost gold eyes. “How, it’s not possible, she was dead we all saw her,” the doctor said incredulous at her seemingly miraculous recovery.   On the first of January, Yuka Azumi gave birth to twins yet only one would feel the love and protection of their fierce mother, the other condemned to a life of isolation and suffering. ***** Chapter 1 ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Little Butterfly   Chapter 1   Deep in the underground facility of the Z headquarters, was a series of winding dark halls leading to the top-secret labs, that could only be opened by scanning a unique card only issued to staff specifically approved.   The cold sound-proof lab, had white ceilings that had lots of bright lights and white walls covered in diagrams, and lined with shelves and cabinets, filled with various medical supplies and tools, jars and test tubes full of chemicals. Microscopes and papers strewn about on the long work stations surrounding the large operating table in the middle of the room. The lab always smelt strongly of the various chemicals.   One of the first things they did was determine Mikans alices, she turned out to have inherited both her parents alices. Nullification from her father and the stealing, erase and copy alices from her mother.   They carefully monitored the food she ate, and only fed her small amounts of vitamin paste and the occasional scrap of bread. Water and sometimes even milk were given to her at regular intervals.   Always monitored under the cold, watchful eyes of busy scientists or the many cameras strategically placed around the room she resides in, always happy to catch her every moment of suffering and analyze her every move. Mikans first three years of life were spent strapped to cold operating tables ready to be tortured and experimented on and locked in small cages when not needed.   Days of being sliced open by skillful, scalpel wielding hands, of being torn apart and subjected to horrors from her first days of life, they willingly ignore her pitiful pained cries, some even gaining sick pleasure from it, but all are interested in the mystery that is her body. They are impatient to find answers to her apparent immortality. Her twin brother possesses none of her regenerative abilities neither does her mother. So why, what exactly makes her so different? Drawing her blood to study how the cells worked, they found that her cells were constantly multiplying. Taking multiple samples and studying them under microscopes they find that even when they separate the cells they always end up reattaching. Her skin pulls itself together and even when they dismember her limbs they end up either reattaching themselves to her body, or Mikan goes through the excruciating process of regenerating her lost limbs. They had on more than one occasion removed her organs, such as her heart and lungs, to study them in greater detail. The more they experimented on her, her regeneration grew faster. Mikan was subjected to all kinds of cruelty and vile acts of perversity, the people around her taking pleasure from her pain and discomfort. No one cared about her as a human being. She was nothing but an exotic toy for them to do what they wanted, always on display naked, like a caged animal. A slightly plump, balding man wearing a white lab coat splattered with small drops of blood, was standing over three-year old Mikan. In his hand he held his scalpel and made small precise cuts over her thighs. His mouth watered as he lapped up at the blood, savoring her strangely fruity taste, he put the scalpel down, and rubbed his hard length in his hand. Some of the others had tasted and pleasured themselves with her, but she was always so tight it was like breaking her in for the first time. Mikans’ pretty amber eyes widened, stifling a whimper she felt the familiar pain of being ripped apart as he forced himself inside of her small body, his fumbling hands groping her small chest, painfully pinching her nipples. They always hurt her in that way, but she had noticed that whenever they did this to her they seemed happier with her, some telling her how good she felt and what a good little bitch she was, some even smiling at her. Maybe this pain was a good thing, and that was why when the pretty lady sometimes visited, she seemed to like doing things like that to her. Thinking of her often sent a deep ache in her heart but the young girl didn’t know why. Mikan often thought of lady, with her pretty eyes and short dark hair, she was beautiful but cruel, often running her big curved knife over her skin and calling her a freak and a monster. Mikan wasn’t sure what those words meant but she had a feeling they weren’t good.   A few days later Mikan lay naked, strapped down securely to the cold operating table as Dr. Mihara fixed the special band across her head, it was modified version of the more common ECT devices with a higher voltage and deeper penetration range. Dr. Mihara was a tall man with dark hair and pale skin he had a pinched face and always had a cold and stern expression, as well as a pair of smart looking glasses. His hands were always cold and made goosebumps raise over her skin. “Open your mouth and bite down on this,” His deep voice breaking through the silence, Mikan obediently opened her mouth and almost gagged at the intrusion of the wooden block shoved all the way into her mouth. “This is to make sure you don’t bite your tongue off and choke, it would be a shame if we had to cut our experiment short.” He said, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. Under the bright lights various doctors were stood around her, monitoring her vitals and cataloging her reactions as Dr. Mihara spoke, “Starting at 450 volts to determine the durability of the subjects’ mind.” He pressed the button and watched as Mikan shook, spittle forming at the sides of her mouth. Keeping the current running through her body for 6 seconds. Taking a small flashlight, he turned it on and peered at Mikans eyes, noting the pin prick size of her pupils. He then moved the light side to side watching as her eyes followed. They continued the experiment up to a 1,500 voltage, in which Mikan arched her back and writhed desperately trying to get away.   Her body shuddered, and her amber eyes widened as she felt the current run through her body, focusing her teary eyes on the bright lights. She felt sick and wished that they would just stop. Her mind couldn’t keep up with all the abuse and something inside her broke. Like a torrent of rushing water, she felt something flow through her and rush to her head. A strong spark of electricity shot at the lights shattering the glass and causing the room to go silent. Someone turned off the high voltage machine and Mikan went slack, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Doctors discussed in hushed voice the possibilities of what they just witnessed, as Mihara carefully removed the band across Mikans head and brushed off some of the fallen glass from her face and wiped off the drool with a wipe. He stared at her. Contemplating what he should do with her, before undoing the straps that bound her to the table and picking up her soft, limp body carrying her over to an open cage, he placed her in there and slapped her across her pale cheek, causing Mikans eyes to focus slightly at the stinging pain. “I don’t know what you did, but we will have to cut our time together short today,” he seemed unhappy with her. Locking the small cage, he walked away. Mikan still reeling from the pain of the currents, uncomfortably lay unblinking in her cold cage. Too tired to do anything else. Over by the operating table, some of doctors were discussing excitably the idea that she could copy, not only alice’s but also elements just from experiencing them. This created more questions, and plans for more experiments to test their theory, using other elements such as fire and water were made. The next day. Mikan woke up to the sound of her cage being opened and sleepily forced her eyes open. Standing in front of her was the figure of Dr. Mihara, holding a chained leash in his hand. “Get up girl, we have lots to do today,” he barked at her impatiently, dragging her out of the cage roughly. Mikan fell to her knees and Mihara huffed at her before grabbing her soft auburn hair, pulling it out of the way as he wrapped the leash around her thin pale throat. Making sure it was secure he kicked her empty stomach, forcing her to crawl as he dragged her behind him, like a dog. He leads her down the winding dark hall, her knees and palms scraping against the rough stone floor as she tries to keep up with his fast pace. Before, they came to a stop at a smaller new room that she had never been in before. Inside there is a large metal tub in the middle of the room and various other doctors holding clipboards and pens, strewn about waiting. Mihara pushed her in and dragged her over to the tub. It was filled with ice water. Mikan looked around fearfully, apprehensive of what was going on, she was sure that whatever it was, it would be painful for her. Miharu gripped her soft hair and forced her face into the water. All traces of sleepiness disappeared as her face was pushed into the freezing water. Her lungs rapidly filled with the water and she struggled panicking, causing some of the water to slosh over the sides of the tub. But Mihara was much stronger than her and pushed her further into the icy water. After a couple minutes of her struggling, he pulled her back up. Mikan choked and spluttered, gagging she forced the water from her lungs, gasping for air. Tears poured out of her stinging eyes as sobs wracked her fragile body. “That wasn’t so bad, was it Mikan-Chan,” Mihara crooned at her. “In fact, I think we should try again for longer this time.” There were some murmurs of agreement, Mikan shook her head desperately, begging,” Please don’t, it hurts. Please don’t make me.” One of the doctors, a petite woman with long black hair tied back in a bun, laughed cruelly prompting others to join her. “Are you really so stupid, to really think we care. We tell you to do something, you do it, idiot girl.” Mikan quaked in fear, she was cold and hungry, she didn’t want to go in again but maybe if she did what they wanted it wouldn’t hurt so much. So, when Mihara pushed her face in again she held her breath and didn’t struggle, hoping to get it over with. Mihara’s hand twisted in her hair and he pinched her thigh with bruising force, causing Mikan to gasp and the water to rush back in her mouth and down her windpipe. The familiar feeling of panic clouded her mind as she valiantly tried not to struggle, but as her lungs ached with the crushing ice water, her heart beating wildly, she bucked, thrashing violently, but Mihara didn’t let her up. As the minutes dragged on, her heart slowed having no oxygen to pump through her body and her head felt heavy, eyelids fluttering shut. Mikan stopped moving, having welcomed the darkness. Mihara relinquished his hold on her, letting her head fall slack into the water. He watched, waiting and wasn’t disappointed. Her heart started pumping again and her eyes began to move under her eyelids and she lifted her head out of the water coughing all the water up as she collapsed weakly on the floor. “Seems even drowning can’t kill you, I wonder if anything can.” Mihara taunted cruelly, as a malicious smile spread across his thin lips. “You failed this experiment, but luckily for you we have a second one already set up.” His boot clad foot kicked out, hitting her hard in the ribs. Mikan moaned in pain and tried to sit up, her head pounding making her dizzy and she slumped over. Mihara sighed, and he bent down scooping her tiny form up, in his strong arms. He walked out of the room the doctors behind him as they walked down the hall to another open door. Inside was a room covered in white ceramic tiles. There was a control panel with lots of buttons on it and a small cubicle in the center of the room inside there was a pair of shackles on the floor, and above dangled a set of adjustable handcuffs on a chain. Mihara walked over to the cubicle and put Mikan in a standing position so that he could secure the handcuffs around her small wrists, tightly holding them above her head in an uncomfortable position. He had to pull the chain quite far down to reach her tiny stature, before securing the metal shackles around her ankles. Mikans knees buckled, the chain pulling her upright and her head lolled onto her shoulder as she watched him curiously, she couldn’t muster up the strength to be afraid. Taking position, the doctors stood around her and Dr. Ito pressed some of the buttons on the control panel causing fast streams of freezing water to shoot at her figure with bruising force. Water shot at her face stinging her and making it hard to breathe, she tries twisting her face out of the way, but it is of no use as the water shoots at her from different angles, the pressure increases rapidly, and her ribs break under the force. Several minutes of the increased pressure and lack of air Mikan feels the same strange pressure rush to her head and once again it built up before exploding from her broken body, the water stops mid-stream and splashes to the ground. Mikan took deep, rasping breaths trying to control her breathing. Having turned off the streams of water, Mihara clapped his hands together obviously happy about what had just happened and the fact that Mikan had proved their theory was correct. “You can rest for five minutes but then we will be conducting another experiment, I do hope you won’t disappoint us,” his deep voice triumphant, as he stared at her with his deep penetrating gaze. Walking over to her, Dr. Ito carefully undid the shackles around her small feet and hands, making no move to catch her weak, bruised body as she fell to the floor. The sight of her dark bruises clearing away, leaving behind pale soft skin was a fascinating sight to see. Mikan shut her weary eyes and tried to ignore the way her head was pounding. She could feel the strange hum of multiple forces running through her body, head to toe. The five minutes went by quickly and soon Mikan was struggling to her feet. Dr. Mihara led the way, again with a fast pace out the room and back into the dark hall. As Mikan struggled to keep up she heard the faint echoes of crying, it came from further down the hall, somewhere Mikan had never been to before. They walked past many caged cells, a few were occupied with other children, crying miserably and begging to be set free, Mikan cocked her head to one side, her eyes flashing with curiosity as she wondered what they meant by ‘free’. Finally, the group came to stop at a room with two doors, Mikan was shoved through the first door clumsily falling to her knees as the door was shut with a loud thud and the sound of a key being turned in the lock. Looking around Mikan could see it was a small room, with four metal walls bolted together with vents at the top and a large strip of glass running through one of the walls, through it she could see the cold, serious faces of the doctors observing her. Unsure of what she was supposed to do, the small girl stood awkwardly, twiddling her thumbs waiting. She didn’t have to wait for long as the room began to get hotter, the sudden change in temperature had Mikan panting and her skin began sweating. The floor was burning hot and her feet were scorched as flames began to lick at the walls and her, she tried reaching for the door only to scream as her hand was burnt on the handle, her skin blistering red and sore, as the flames reached higher up her legs and torso screaming she begged the doctors to let her out, but the flames just increased in size and intensity. Mikan coughed, smoke filling her lungs and her skin was blistered and charred, unable to stand any longer she dropped to her knees, swallowed whole in the raging inferno. She was in agonizing pain as her body kept burning slowly killing her. As her body burnt to a crisp the fire kept going turning her body into ashes. Suddenly there was a flash of golden light and the flames were wiped out, the glass shattering. As the doctors covered their faces and cried out from the blistering heat, the smoke cleared from the room and the coughing doctors could just make out the small form of an unscathed Mikan. She shakily got up from the floor and raised her head to meet their interested gazes, her skin was pale and devoid of any marks and her amber eyes shimmered with tears making her look even lovelier than usual. Dr. Mihara reached into his pocket and curled his hand around the syringe of powerful tranquilizers, before disappearing out of the room, he carefully unlocked the door holding his experiment and cautiously crossed the room to where she stood. Pulling out the syringe he plunged it into her throat, knocking her out instantly. Chapter End Notes First story, constructive criticism welcomed. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!