Notes by L.O.R: well, welly well… good day or night to you I am the amazing loss of reality. Some of you may know me from my work in the kingdom hearts section of our lovely fanfic community. But I have decided to do some traveling of sorts and have moved onto trying something a bit different from my usual work.
So here I give you wonderful people my latest word experiment, enjoy….or else. =)
Also I do not own angelic layer…too bad for me.
(takes place just a little bit after the series )
Angelic layer: the seven sin's saga
Chapter the first :slow days and weary angles.
The sun seemed brighter than usual as misaki lay back into the grassy knoll sighing. She closed her eyes and watched the spots of light through her eyelids and dozed for a few minutes. The warm sun was too inviting but she knew she had to get up soon, they were having an event at the piffle princess today.
At first she had been somewhat cautious when icchan had suddenly jumped out at her on her way home from school asking her to help them endorse their new line of angel accessories, but then again it was hard to say no to icchan when he got that weird glint in his eyes.
"Please misaki-chan pleeeease. Just this one favor for me!! Come on, you're the angelic layer champion you owe it to your fans!!!"
"Oookay icchan-san, now please let go of my ankle. People are staring…" and so that's how she found herself currently on her way to the piffle princess, with her angel hikaru gently nestled with in her book bag.
Misaki didn't care for the bus too much, a bunch of high tension city people packed together like sardines into a moving metal can just didn't suit her. Given the choice she would have rather walked but Icchan had needed her there before they opened and being the independent girl she was she said she could get herself there that morning. Of course today the bus seemed to be even worse than usual.
As she clung to her book bag for dear life she was jostled to and fro by the crowds departing and loading. And what was worse she had an eerie feeling running up and down her spine that she didn't like at all, as if someone was watching her. But she brushed it off and just tried to focus on not getting trampled.
……….
Finally, after much turmoil, Misaki found herself in front of the familiar sign, its golden crown shape all most comforting to her as the doors to the piffle princess swooshed open to admit the angelic layer champion in to its protective embrace of glass and steel.
Not even five steps in though the always creepy and familiar, yet still surprising sound of wiggling could be heard from behind the closest potted plant, and knowing what would happen misaki braced herself for the inevitable.
"IT'S ICCHAN!!!" with his usual proclamation, icchan squiggled from behind the plant his arms waving like two snakes on the ground.
After Misaki's initial shock was over and icchan firmly in front of her no longer wiggling, he placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a warm smile.
"Well miskai-chan, here we are. Good thing you made it on time. The media isn't going to be here for another half hour. So you have time to collect your self."
"thank you Icchan-san, im still kinda nervous though, I don't know anything about all the new equipment im helping advertise."
"you don't need to, just look pretty and wave hikaru around every now and again, trust me youll be fine." All misaki could do was nod and sigh at this point. She just didn't have the energy to protest today, for that matter she didn't have much energy at all lately, not to many battles lately either. The league tournaments didn't start up again for some months.
The time past and soon the piffle princess was ready to open its doors as a mixed crowd of reporters, angelic layer veterans and rookies alike, and a few bored on lookers with nothing better to do but rubber neck. As they milled in and the noise grew a few familiar faces could be made out among the sea of people. Hatoko and her older brother Kotaro, sporting some bruises, no doubt the result of Tamayo's latest set of judo moves she'd been practicing. Without a moments waste, everyone crowded up to the top floor among the layer tables waiting expectantly for the arrival of the huge announcement.
Meanwhile Misaki could be found in a back room sitting, while her heart raced.
"I don't think I can do this… being on the layer is one thing. But what if I mess up? Than icchan looks bad, so does all of angelic layer. Oh… Hikaru, what should I do?" Misaki didn't honestly expect an answer back from the petite angel, yet just having her close was a comfort to her.
Her silent partners unblinking stare was all she needed, with a deep breath she calmed herself and let her heart slow down a bit. She had to at least try.
…….
Back among the crowd, Hatoko was getting impatient, she wanted to see Misaki. They had promised to go shopping after she was done. As she craned her neck trying to make up for her lack of height she fell backwards, tripping over her own feet.
Just before she the floor a pair of hands caught her, but before she could say "thanks Kotaro." she saw her brother standing some feet away looking over at her with an odd expression on his face. Wondering who had her than, she looked up and had saw who had saved her from hitting her head on the hard floor.
The man was looking back down at her through circular sunglasses a lopsided smile on his face and a curtain of long frizzy brown hair hanging around his head in ringlets. As she righted herself she allowed herself a better look at the man.
He wasn't very tall, but he was a bit robust around the middle. The sunglasses where tinted, and reflected everything around him, making it impossible to know where was looking. even odder was the man's attire, he wore a wrinkled old over coat with a large collar and what seemed to be dress pants and a button up dress shirt with a closed vest over it, and a bowlers hat atop his head. And the whole outfit from shoes to hat, were a deep forest green in color. After some closer examination it could be seen even the lenses of his sunglasses were the same deep shade of green.
The man bowed slightly and smiled again.
"Sorry to startle you. But it wouldn't do to have a champion of angelic layer breaking her neck on such a big day." His voice was smooth, but in a forced kind of way, as if he had spoken in a rough dialect his whole life and was only imitating proper speech to mock it. Hatoko decided right away she didn't like the feeling of the odd creature before her and bowed back rather stiffly.
"umm.. no worries, I'm fine so its okay. If youll excuse me though…" but before she could leave the man quickly dug into his over coat and removed a small notepad and pen with a look of odd glee on his face.
"sorry to ask this Miss Hatoko, but would you mind, im actually a bit of a fan." His creepy smile only helped to further disturbed her nerves, but seeing no other way out she reached forward and signed the green mans autograph book.
"well isn't this swell. who'd thought Id get one of the best players in angelic layer to sign my book." He seemed overly pleased with the accomplishment and walked off, a huge dopey grin on his face. Hatoko couldn't help but shiver a little bit as he walked away and stood rather close to her brothers side for the duration of the event.
Just as she was just settling down , a loud fanfare could be heard as misaki and several big wigs from Icchans company, could be seen waving to the cameras. Misaki looked a little nervous, but all that aside she glowed as radiantly as always.
…..
From his corner of the room, the man in green watched the event with little interest, his covered eyes moveing from misaki, to hatoko, than to icchan in turn. Suddenly with a small jerk one of his pockets began vibrating and he dug into it and removed his cell phone, which was ringing.
" 'ello? Oh hi, avey. Wha…? Oh yes Im here. I got an autograph from…okay, okay I know you don't care. Mhmm….okay, fine. today? If you say so, I think it's early. Can I at least wait for a dramatic moment? Kay." (click)
As he hung up his phone he turned to face the big group now showcasing a set of new set of angel gear, smiled and waited.
……
Misakis fears were gone at this point as the reporters began their questions.
"Tell us Misaki-san. Plan on taking the championship again this year? Plan on protecting your title?"
"Of course! I can't wait to get started. But even if I do lose it doesn't matter as long as I get to play angelic layer I'm happy. Nothing can stop me from doing what I love." The crowed clapped and cheered at Misaki's proclamation. But as the applause died down, the sound of someone still clapping could be heard. Slow measured claps, in a sarcastic manner. Oddly enough, everyone turned to look at the offender and there stood the green man, his empty eye sunglasses looking straight at Misaki.
"that's all well and good. But never say nothing…" he walked forward, the crowd spreading to give him space, as no one wanted to get near the odd man.
"you say it now. But I suppose you are probably feeling rather confident of yourself. But no for long…let me see here" he once again dug into his coat until he retrieved a rather crumpled piece of paper and began to read off it.
"To the champions of angelic layer and those who support it. consider now the joy of standing among the angels. For soon upon the layer shall arrive the first of the demons. This is a formal challenge, to all who think they can handle it. we the seven sin assassins here by proclaim, that by the end of the next championship we shall defeat each and every one of the top layer challengers."
Not waiting for questions. The man than removed what appeared to be a party popper, the kind that you pulled and the front exploded in a cloud of confetti and streamers. He pulled the string and the resounding "BANG!!" was loud enough to leave a ringing noise in peoples ears, as a huge cloud of green smoke engulfed the room.
By the time it was cleared, the green man was nowhere to be seen, and a feeling of confusion settled over the whole room, and all those watching at home on their televisions.
End chapter one.