Angel's Soliloquy
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; I don't own the art (refers to a piece by ponytag-rakugaki that inspired this fic). I only own the story and my own Boueibu-stolen heart.
If I am as beautiful as I know I am, why do I feel so hollow?
…Is it that the cuter a person is, the darker and more tainted they can be inside?
The voices from long ago call out to me, reminding me of how I got here.
"You're dirtying everything!"
"Get lost!"
"I just want to puke!"
I tremble at the sheer memory of this. T-They don't understand how beautiful I am. How could they? I'm on a higher level than them. I have more money, more resources, more charisma than all of them combined.
…I am the calm, composed angel of Binan High. No longer the cry baby I used to be.
Sending these old memories to the back of my head, I soldier on.
/
The voices jeer at me, faceless people jostle to see me like I'm in the zoo, even in my sleep. I toss and turn, attempting to throw off their ugly, dirty comments. My defences are too difficult to break through, I know that - but somehow their words pierce at my heart and mind anyway.
But then I hear a small voice calling to me from the darkness. W-Who? Who was that?
It comes again, louder and stronger this time: "I'm Holy Angel Akoya." Ah! It was me!
Suddenly the crowd dissipates, and I'm standing in front of Kusatsu's desk.
Am I trying to force myself to remember these memories in order to move on? I know what comes next…
As I stand there, in a state of dream-induced static-ness, I don't even hear Kusatsu and Arima's conversation with me. My mouth moves on its own, saying words it's formed before. I struggle against my helplessness while the two other members of the student council stare at me like they can't see me moving. Finally my hand reaches forward for the handshake and I find I can move myself again.
As I sit up in bed, my breathing is hard at first but eventually slows down. In order to stay strong, I must make my defences stronger…
…and I must rely on my fellow student council members if we're going to conquer the world together.
Having gone through similar experiences as Akoya, I knew I had to do something about it someday...so this is part love letter to Akoya, part exploration of the psyche.
