Castle in the Sky

Written By: Lady Lunar Phoenix

A/N: I was challenged to write this... so here you go, an opening prologue to a mad idea.

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Dear Arikado,

Julius thought this would be a good idea. If I wrote what goes on in my life and write it in letter format. 'Something something, help me from going world destroying crazy yadda yadda yadda, might be fun, grumble grumble, might get Arikado more sociable too.' Because apparently I handle way too much stuff with calm sophistication. Apparently the whole 'Flying Skeletons attacking me and I just stab it with my widdle pocket knife' is a bit 'TOO' low key for his tastes. I guess he couldn't understand why something like that, while surprising, wouldn't scare me 50 ways to Sunday. So let me tell you about my day here in the brightly lit active city of Tokyo, Japan.

Let's start with what I'm doing right now.

Right now I am sitting by a glass window at a charming little cat Cafe. The walls are a soft honey color series of swirls mixed with milk white. The tables and chairs are all white, slender, with this lovely cinnamon brown haired woman in a white and green sailor suit sitting on my lap. Lit in a lovely golden red hue of a raging inferno coming from outside the cafe.

Literally, angels from Heaven don't let little things like ceilings get in their way I suppose.

"Are you... seriously writing a letter to someone while a Youma attack is going on?" Said green eyed girl asked incredulously. Her gaze going between the cellphone in his hand and his face as though she was trying to ponder the greater mysteries of life itself.

"Well, I don't see myself in any danger," Soma replied, casually with one arm holding her back and the other hand holding said phone.

"Well I'm glad you consider yourself 'that' safe with us here, but its 'not' and you need to go to safety!" She argued before it finally registered that she was, well on his 'lap'. Her cheeks went vivid red as she hurriedly climbed to her feet. "Y-you need to leave! Leave the Youma to us Sailor Scouts!" She instructed before jumping out the window. Practical since all the glass was broken and she wouldn't be stupid enough to actively try to cut herself. Outside there were other women fighting some monster, each woman wore a white sailor suit with a unique color theme. The red one was using fire, an orange one had a golden chain, a pink haired pink themed woman who could be about Soma's age or a bit younger and and a pastel rainbow like themed skirted woman who seemed to be in charge.

Welcome to Japan.

Soma looked down at his small, for two, table that had his cup of coffee with a large chunk of glass jutting out of it. So he wasn't going to continue having his drink which made the fact he hadn't paid yet all the more balanced. He couldn't be disappointed that he paid for something that he didn't get to enjoy it if it was laced with glass. While he decided to resume writing to Arikado as he left this battle with the... the... 'Youma'? Really what 'was' that thing because it lacked the malicious aura of a being with a demonic soul.

Then again it also looked like some neon discotheque... It looked like a cosplayer. It looked like some over the top flashy cosplay outfit and if not for the fact that energy was being flung around. If not for the buildings clearly getting battered by this supposed 'battle' he would have assumed he had come across a Kamen Rider or live action magical girl show.

"What? A human? Hey! Hey you! The one with the fluffy collared coat!"

Soma blinked as, well, who else in Japan wore the same stuff he did? He turned around to face the monster while the, sailor scouts was it, gathered between him and it. It was quint seeing people trying to protect him, at least they were cuter than Arikado and Julius.

"Hey we're your opponent!" the blond with the red bow in her hair called out.

"This doesn't concern me," Soma muttered to himself as he turned back around and started down the sidewalk again. His eyes glued to his phone as he thought about the next line he should write.

BOOOM!