Fanfiction - what a despicable thing. Hah!
Angelic Layer
Angelic Layer is copyright CLAMP. I don't use any of the characters, except in passing, but I guess they're copyright CLAMP too.
the SHOP and the HOME: The Start of Something Beautiful, Perhaps.
Fate likes playing these minor little jokes on select groups of people every once in a while. Fate is one strange mutha. When Ken saw Taisuke seeing Michigo, and turned around to see Michigo seeing Taisuke seeing Ken, they knew something was up. Oh, Fate, you're such a kidder!
"I... um... I'm getting music CDs!" proclaimed Ken, through mouths full of paper.
"I'm... in Japan... because... yo, I can be whereva I wanna be, beeyotch!" cried Taisuke. Oddly enough, that tactic worked. Michigo, the responsible parent, was not interested in Taisuke's whereabouts.
"Ken! I've been looking all over for you!' Michigo proclaimed, her worried tone misconstrued from worry over being found out to worry over her child.
He looked down, getting ready for the puppy-eyes. "I'm sorry, mother... it's just, there's so much music here..." he froze upon seeing a sheet of paper still in his hand. Oh, crap, was he in for it now.
Upon seeing Ken seeing the paper, Michigo saw the paper too, and asked upon discovery at what it was. "N-n-n-n-n-nothing," Ken managed to stammer. Stammering increases ones suspicions, don't you know, and so Michigo snatched the paper with an "Aha!" attitude. Ken boiled where he was standing.
Taisuke was somewhere else, pretending to be looking at wares on the bottom shelf when he was really looking up a girl's skirt.
"Oh." She handed it back. "Why do you have your tabs with you? I thought you were looking to buy music, not sell it." Fate, as strange a mutha is it may be, is still a mutha nonetheless, and smiles upon its children. "Anyways, we have to go. It may take a while to find a good hotel. She pointed her responsible finger towards the door, and saw to it that Ken got out of the store. "You wait outside; I'll buy us some snacks to munch on." He nodded, sulking towards the door. A man in a white technician's coat passed by him, laughing insanely.
"Y'know," muttered Ken to himself, "as nice as Japan is, there sure are some strange people here." But this remark was heard by neither the laughing man nor his mom, nor the laughing man's mom for that matter. The laughing man's mom was somewhere else, and so was Ken's mom, having wandered to the Angelic Layer aisle.
"Oh, hi Taisuke." She seemed distracted. Taisuke nodded, still crouched. "Why are YOU in the Angelic Layer aisle?"
"Looking up girl's skirts, yo." Well, he wasn't exactly LYING...
"Could you do me a favor?" Taisuke nodded. "Could you buy me an Angel Egg?"
"Why, Miss Futori, why on Earth would you want one of those?" Miss Futori sighed one of her slightly annoyed sighs. She had spoken English for so long, Japanese was beginning to bug her a little.
"Because I want to fight in Angelic Layer." She clasped her hands, looked up to the sky, and her eyes shined in an apparent beam of light. "I want to be a kid again, to fulfill my dreams."
"I see." Taisuke laughed. This was certainly going to make for an interesting future. Angelic Layer triangle. So much better than a love triangle. In Taisuke's own wise way(for, although a pervert and one-dimensional as he may be, Taisuke was certainly wise, in a cunning sort of way), he neglected to mention Ken's or his own interest in Angelic Layer. "Why do you wish that I buy it? Shouldn't you buy that on your own?" Taisuke was meaner than Fate, and spoke Japanese so elegantly when you heard him speak English, you could confuse him as two people just in syntax and grammar.
"I'm kind of in a debt. Please, I'll repay you as soon as I win some money from it."
"Alright, Miss Futori. I shall buy you an Angel Egg. But, keep it a secret from Ken-kun please." She nodded; heck, it was what she was planning to do anyways. "I'll be staying at my aunt's house. You remember where that is, right?" Michigo sighed reluctantly; she didn't like Taisuke's aunt. She was a real bitch, to be blunt about it. "pick it up there when you have the time."
Michigo laughed, and ran out happily. Ken stopped her, asking about the food. She forgot about it. But that was okay. They needed to find a hotel first.
-*-
Taisuke's Aunt yelled as someone wearing a yellow bandana knocked into her. "You darn fool! Watch where you're going!"
Ryouga stopped. "Sorry!" he called. "I'm lost! Can you tell me where Kemuro is?" Taisuke's Aunt blinked. There? That was on the far tip of the farthest island from here! She shook her head. Some people.
-*-
With the morning came the sun, and with the sun came screams of pain as Ken awoke to a sensation very much like having your back lacerated, then salted. Suffice it to say, the hotel room sucked. Sucked it hard. The bed was the equivalent of the ground, if not worse. But his mom, being the mom that she is, made him sleep on the bed. Ken honestly believed that all parents subconsciously(and sometimes consciously) wanted to kill their kids.
Michigo awoke from a nice, long, sleep. She had her own room, which cost a lot more, and was a lot more hospitable. Maybe Ken was right, but Michigo had no idea at the poor state of Ken's room, so maybe he wasn't. Either way, it worked out: this way, she could get and set up her Angel without any hassle and without Ken discovering it. Plus, Gaku-chan had brought his Fender P-Bass. And he liked privacy when he was practicing. So it worked out. Except for monetarily. She had to get a job as soon as possible; yes, you could win things in Angelic Layer, but usually not for starting competitions, and she wasn't naturally very violent, so odds were quite fair that she'd do poorly.
Ken got dressed, went into his mother's room, and told her he was going to go get some food to eat. He had gotten an advance on his paycheck right before they left for Japan, and so he had some money to eat. Or something like that; that's all Michigo could understand; the bed was too comfortable, and was beckoning for her to fall back to sleep. But she had to go to... *shudder* Taisuke's Aunt's house. So she said okay, and Ken left.
Ken, as you may have already been able to determine, was not going to eat. He was a very light eater, anyways. No, he was going to buy himself an Angel Egg.
-*-
"Oh, be quiet, you old hag!" Taisuke's Aunt threw another priceless vase at him, this one knocking him straight on. He fell back, crashing and destroying the table.
"You broke my table, you dirty child!" She ran up to Taisuke, and began kicking him.
"Gaah..."(Gaah has no translation between Japanese and English, and thus is not required.). Taisuke's world was spinning. It was like that time he got high behind the fast food joint. Not really pleasant; just disorienting. "Aunt! Please, stop!" She did, surprisingly enough, stop, although the reason was not Taisuke's begging. The doorbell had rung. She spun violently, and opened the door to find Michigo sighing apprehensively.
"Oh. It's you. That Ken's mother. Bad influence on Taisuke." Michigo's eye twitched. "What do you want?"
Michigo gave a short sigh, then began: "Taisuke has something for m--for Ken, and I'm here to pick it up." Taisuke's Aunt looked Michigo Futori up and down, as if trying to see a flaw in her statement that would allow Taisuke's Aunt to close the door, but, as anyone knows, flaws cannot be seen, but rather heard. and Taisuke's Aunt had horrible hearing. So she let him in.
"Taisuke! Where's the thing for me?" She knew Taisuke's Aunt didn't speak English.
"God, my aunt is a real bitch. Hold on..." he got up, and brushed broken pieces of vase(pronounced vahz) from his shoulders. It was only a matter of seconds before he was handing an ominous looking shopping bag to Michigo. Michigo left before Taisuke's Aunt could grab the bag from her and look inside. She'd say something stupid about how her son was disgraceful to the Futori family name (not that it was an important name in the first place. Everyone in the Kaneda family was just stuck up like that.).
-*-
Meanwhile...
-*-
Ken pushed through yet another crowd of 13 year old girls and finally found that most important of Angelic Layer boxes, the Angel Egg. This egg contains the basic body of an Angel; it is up to the designer, fighter, creator, whatever, to give it a soul. Ken's soul was that of American punk, and today, he looked the part. He was wearing the American Punk Uniform that he wanted to put on his Angel(save with a light gray Weezer shirt instead of a shirt with Gaku on it), and was wearing his bass strapped to his back. In Japan, in the cities, that kind of thing was okay: you could wear whatever you wanted and could get away with it. He thought it looked cool on him. In fact, as he picked up the box and analyzed it, he heard a girl in the crowd scream "Aa! sugoi desu ne!" Hold on while we fix the translator...
waiting...
waiting...
Click!
"I'd love to fight him..." He took a note from his mother and sighed. Why couldn't that happen for girls more his own age? He grabbed some other things he thought he'd need, and paid for them. The guy that sold him the Angelic Layer stuff gave Ken a very strange look. A very strange look indeed... the fact that he paid with American bills didn't help. He got out of there in a hurry.
-*-
"Maybe I don't fit in here. I mean, look at all those prepubescent girls. It was kinda scary. I feel like a member of the Backstreet Boys... it's awfully strange. Why does society work like this? Why are there all these problems with age and gender when it deals to relationships? Why do masculine things have to be relegated to guys, and feminine things only for the girls? It makes no sense.
Come to think of it, why am I even doing this anyways? I remember something about needing money, but somehow, grandma managed to give them enough money to buy a middle-class house. I know mom was lying when she said grandma only gave us enough money to start with. Hell, I stole some of it, I should know. But I still want to do this; I doubt myself, but I continue on. I sound like Courage the Cowardly Dog. Christ.
Maybe it's because I'm too much of an American. I should embrace my Japanese heritage more; they don't care about it.
Oh! I know why! It looks like it would be fun!" Ken nodded to himself.
End Monologue.
-*-
Taisuke shook his head at the directions on the box. "The hell iz this? Open it in the toilet? Sick. Oh well." He started a bath, and got in, opening the Angel Egg he had secreted in his room earlier, next to the fat bag. "Heh heh heh." He opened the egg, and shuddered involuntarily. It reminded him slightly of Chucky, the evil doll. But not so scary, because it was just... blank. He'd have to create something from his own mind. Naturally, he chose a male model; he wasn't like those creepy role-player people who always played someone of the opposite sex. Something seemed wrong about that.
Regardless, after he opened it, it wasn't that intimidating. He finished his bath, got dressed, and set the rest of the stuff on his dresser. His Aunt yelled at him, but she couldn't enter the room. He'd already set up a chair under the knob. He looked at the miniature computer screen.
"All this technology... the sheer propensity of it is amazing. But, that is not really the matter now, is it? No, I believe I should just focus on creating my Angel." There was the basic variety of stats; strength, speed, agility, endurance, so on and so forth. He decided fairly high strength and high agility, but a little low endurance and speed. Basically, his Angel was focused on technique. It worked like this: he did not have high speed, but his agility would be enough to dodge, and he could use his awesome style to do counter-attacks which, because of his strength, would deal some great damage. He grinned, and looked at the scissors, wig, and clothing next to him. He always fancied himself one of the creative types. But first, the matter of a name... what to name it, what to name it...
what, oh what, should he name it...
What would be the best name...
For God's sake, what should he name it?!
He should name it... ummm... well, names are very important, so it is quite difficult to decide what to name. Yes, then it hit him. He would name it Kaito -- Ka from the symbols for wise, and ito from Hito, or person. Now that that was done, he would make the clothing and decide the hair.
Let's come back to him later, okay? It may save several pages.
-*-
Ken wasn't as perturbed by the fact that it had to be opened in the bath, but he was certainly surprised when he opened the egg to find a girl doll staring back at him with non-existent eyes. "Kuso! I must have not paid attention to what was on the box! Crap!" He wanted a male, to better represent himself. Now people would think he was gay -- not that there was anything wrong with that, Ken added in his mind. He just wasn't that. No, his teacher was Taisuke, so he was flamingly heterosexual. But... augh. It just didn't seem right.
His stats were not balanced, he had higher endurance, much lower strength, average agility, and higher speed. But the changes were almost negligible. The concept behind HIS Angel was this: he would block a lot of attacks, hence the higher endurance, and since his strength was lower, he'd put a lot of speed behind his attacks, so they would still deal damage. What happened to his concept of a perfectly balanced fighter, you ask? Well, upon playing King of Fighters '98 at an arcade, he realized the balanced character usually sucked. That's pretty much it.
He already had his -- er, her -- clothes made, and Ken prayed they'd fit her well. For a name, he used Panka - Punker in kana. It was pretty basic. The tough part, though, was writing an entire song just for bass. He'd done it before, but now the ability abandoned him.
-*-
Michigo danced in the nude around her hotel, and regretted it in the instant she realized her windows were open and the blinds, likewise, open. After that situation was remedied, she placed the Angel down in its tube, and began typing furiously. Straight speed, straight agility. She had watched enough to know those kind of Angels were the ones that got the farthest in the tournaments.
For clothing, she had bought the really-high tech looking stuff, like that new girl, Hikaru, but less gauche. She had a little headset, which was similar save for it had cat ears, and similar gloves, but instead her Angel had a cheetah motif, and the body didn't have that weird screw thing in the middle. Also, her hair was long and black.
For a name, she was torn between two: Shibusa(which just sounded nice), and Gaku. Gaku could be interpreted as either school, or music. In the end, she chose Gaku, in honor of her son.
-*-
As we know, Fate is one strange mutha. And so fate decided to play Mirrors with these 3 people, cast to simultaneous fates, and so they turned on their TVs at nearly the same exact time(scientists have calculated it that the difference between the first person to do that, Ken, and the last person, Taisuke, was .04 seconds), and miraculously it was on the same channel, showing the same news show, which was talking about the same local tournament, with the same cash prize of 325 thousand yen. That was over 2000 dollars! This was clearly a big tournament, and so, at the same exact time, all 3 decided to enter the tournament.
Oh, Fate, you so cuh-razy!
Angelic Layer
Angelic Layer is copyright CLAMP. I don't use any of the characters, except in passing, but I guess they're copyright CLAMP too.
the SHOP and the HOME: The Start of Something Beautiful, Perhaps.
Fate likes playing these minor little jokes on select groups of people every once in a while. Fate is one strange mutha. When Ken saw Taisuke seeing Michigo, and turned around to see Michigo seeing Taisuke seeing Ken, they knew something was up. Oh, Fate, you're such a kidder!
"I... um... I'm getting music CDs!" proclaimed Ken, through mouths full of paper.
"I'm... in Japan... because... yo, I can be whereva I wanna be, beeyotch!" cried Taisuke. Oddly enough, that tactic worked. Michigo, the responsible parent, was not interested in Taisuke's whereabouts.
"Ken! I've been looking all over for you!' Michigo proclaimed, her worried tone misconstrued from worry over being found out to worry over her child.
He looked down, getting ready for the puppy-eyes. "I'm sorry, mother... it's just, there's so much music here..." he froze upon seeing a sheet of paper still in his hand. Oh, crap, was he in for it now.
Upon seeing Ken seeing the paper, Michigo saw the paper too, and asked upon discovery at what it was. "N-n-n-n-n-nothing," Ken managed to stammer. Stammering increases ones suspicions, don't you know, and so Michigo snatched the paper with an "Aha!" attitude. Ken boiled where he was standing.
Taisuke was somewhere else, pretending to be looking at wares on the bottom shelf when he was really looking up a girl's skirt.
"Oh." She handed it back. "Why do you have your tabs with you? I thought you were looking to buy music, not sell it." Fate, as strange a mutha is it may be, is still a mutha nonetheless, and smiles upon its children. "Anyways, we have to go. It may take a while to find a good hotel. She pointed her responsible finger towards the door, and saw to it that Ken got out of the store. "You wait outside; I'll buy us some snacks to munch on." He nodded, sulking towards the door. A man in a white technician's coat passed by him, laughing insanely.
"Y'know," muttered Ken to himself, "as nice as Japan is, there sure are some strange people here." But this remark was heard by neither the laughing man nor his mom, nor the laughing man's mom for that matter. The laughing man's mom was somewhere else, and so was Ken's mom, having wandered to the Angelic Layer aisle.
"Oh, hi Taisuke." She seemed distracted. Taisuke nodded, still crouched. "Why are YOU in the Angelic Layer aisle?"
"Looking up girl's skirts, yo." Well, he wasn't exactly LYING...
"Could you do me a favor?" Taisuke nodded. "Could you buy me an Angel Egg?"
"Why, Miss Futori, why on Earth would you want one of those?" Miss Futori sighed one of her slightly annoyed sighs. She had spoken English for so long, Japanese was beginning to bug her a little.
"Because I want to fight in Angelic Layer." She clasped her hands, looked up to the sky, and her eyes shined in an apparent beam of light. "I want to be a kid again, to fulfill my dreams."
"I see." Taisuke laughed. This was certainly going to make for an interesting future. Angelic Layer triangle. So much better than a love triangle. In Taisuke's own wise way(for, although a pervert and one-dimensional as he may be, Taisuke was certainly wise, in a cunning sort of way), he neglected to mention Ken's or his own interest in Angelic Layer. "Why do you wish that I buy it? Shouldn't you buy that on your own?" Taisuke was meaner than Fate, and spoke Japanese so elegantly when you heard him speak English, you could confuse him as two people just in syntax and grammar.
"I'm kind of in a debt. Please, I'll repay you as soon as I win some money from it."
"Alright, Miss Futori. I shall buy you an Angel Egg. But, keep it a secret from Ken-kun please." She nodded; heck, it was what she was planning to do anyways. "I'll be staying at my aunt's house. You remember where that is, right?" Michigo sighed reluctantly; she didn't like Taisuke's aunt. She was a real bitch, to be blunt about it. "pick it up there when you have the time."
Michigo laughed, and ran out happily. Ken stopped her, asking about the food. She forgot about it. But that was okay. They needed to find a hotel first.
-*-
Taisuke's Aunt yelled as someone wearing a yellow bandana knocked into her. "You darn fool! Watch where you're going!"
Ryouga stopped. "Sorry!" he called. "I'm lost! Can you tell me where Kemuro is?" Taisuke's Aunt blinked. There? That was on the far tip of the farthest island from here! She shook her head. Some people.
-*-
With the morning came the sun, and with the sun came screams of pain as Ken awoke to a sensation very much like having your back lacerated, then salted. Suffice it to say, the hotel room sucked. Sucked it hard. The bed was the equivalent of the ground, if not worse. But his mom, being the mom that she is, made him sleep on the bed. Ken honestly believed that all parents subconsciously(and sometimes consciously) wanted to kill their kids.
Michigo awoke from a nice, long, sleep. She had her own room, which cost a lot more, and was a lot more hospitable. Maybe Ken was right, but Michigo had no idea at the poor state of Ken's room, so maybe he wasn't. Either way, it worked out: this way, she could get and set up her Angel without any hassle and without Ken discovering it. Plus, Gaku-chan had brought his Fender P-Bass. And he liked privacy when he was practicing. So it worked out. Except for monetarily. She had to get a job as soon as possible; yes, you could win things in Angelic Layer, but usually not for starting competitions, and she wasn't naturally very violent, so odds were quite fair that she'd do poorly.
Ken got dressed, went into his mother's room, and told her he was going to go get some food to eat. He had gotten an advance on his paycheck right before they left for Japan, and so he had some money to eat. Or something like that; that's all Michigo could understand; the bed was too comfortable, and was beckoning for her to fall back to sleep. But she had to go to... *shudder* Taisuke's Aunt's house. So she said okay, and Ken left.
Ken, as you may have already been able to determine, was not going to eat. He was a very light eater, anyways. No, he was going to buy himself an Angel Egg.
-*-
"Oh, be quiet, you old hag!" Taisuke's Aunt threw another priceless vase at him, this one knocking him straight on. He fell back, crashing and destroying the table.
"You broke my table, you dirty child!" She ran up to Taisuke, and began kicking him.
"Gaah..."(Gaah has no translation between Japanese and English, and thus is not required.). Taisuke's world was spinning. It was like that time he got high behind the fast food joint. Not really pleasant; just disorienting. "Aunt! Please, stop!" She did, surprisingly enough, stop, although the reason was not Taisuke's begging. The doorbell had rung. She spun violently, and opened the door to find Michigo sighing apprehensively.
"Oh. It's you. That Ken's mother. Bad influence on Taisuke." Michigo's eye twitched. "What do you want?"
Michigo gave a short sigh, then began: "Taisuke has something for m--for Ken, and I'm here to pick it up." Taisuke's Aunt looked Michigo Futori up and down, as if trying to see a flaw in her statement that would allow Taisuke's Aunt to close the door, but, as anyone knows, flaws cannot be seen, but rather heard. and Taisuke's Aunt had horrible hearing. So she let him in.
"Taisuke! Where's the thing for me?" She knew Taisuke's Aunt didn't speak English.
"God, my aunt is a real bitch. Hold on..." he got up, and brushed broken pieces of vase(pronounced vahz) from his shoulders. It was only a matter of seconds before he was handing an ominous looking shopping bag to Michigo. Michigo left before Taisuke's Aunt could grab the bag from her and look inside. She'd say something stupid about how her son was disgraceful to the Futori family name (not that it was an important name in the first place. Everyone in the Kaneda family was just stuck up like that.).
-*-
Meanwhile...
-*-
Ken pushed through yet another crowd of 13 year old girls and finally found that most important of Angelic Layer boxes, the Angel Egg. This egg contains the basic body of an Angel; it is up to the designer, fighter, creator, whatever, to give it a soul. Ken's soul was that of American punk, and today, he looked the part. He was wearing the American Punk Uniform that he wanted to put on his Angel(save with a light gray Weezer shirt instead of a shirt with Gaku on it), and was wearing his bass strapped to his back. In Japan, in the cities, that kind of thing was okay: you could wear whatever you wanted and could get away with it. He thought it looked cool on him. In fact, as he picked up the box and analyzed it, he heard a girl in the crowd scream "Aa! sugoi desu ne!" Hold on while we fix the translator...
waiting...
waiting...
Click!
"I'd love to fight him..." He took a note from his mother and sighed. Why couldn't that happen for girls more his own age? He grabbed some other things he thought he'd need, and paid for them. The guy that sold him the Angelic Layer stuff gave Ken a very strange look. A very strange look indeed... the fact that he paid with American bills didn't help. He got out of there in a hurry.
-*-
"Maybe I don't fit in here. I mean, look at all those prepubescent girls. It was kinda scary. I feel like a member of the Backstreet Boys... it's awfully strange. Why does society work like this? Why are there all these problems with age and gender when it deals to relationships? Why do masculine things have to be relegated to guys, and feminine things only for the girls? It makes no sense.
Come to think of it, why am I even doing this anyways? I remember something about needing money, but somehow, grandma managed to give them enough money to buy a middle-class house. I know mom was lying when she said grandma only gave us enough money to start with. Hell, I stole some of it, I should know. But I still want to do this; I doubt myself, but I continue on. I sound like Courage the Cowardly Dog. Christ.
Maybe it's because I'm too much of an American. I should embrace my Japanese heritage more; they don't care about it.
Oh! I know why! It looks like it would be fun!" Ken nodded to himself.
End Monologue.
-*-
Taisuke shook his head at the directions on the box. "The hell iz this? Open it in the toilet? Sick. Oh well." He started a bath, and got in, opening the Angel Egg he had secreted in his room earlier, next to the fat bag. "Heh heh heh." He opened the egg, and shuddered involuntarily. It reminded him slightly of Chucky, the evil doll. But not so scary, because it was just... blank. He'd have to create something from his own mind. Naturally, he chose a male model; he wasn't like those creepy role-player people who always played someone of the opposite sex. Something seemed wrong about that.
Regardless, after he opened it, it wasn't that intimidating. He finished his bath, got dressed, and set the rest of the stuff on his dresser. His Aunt yelled at him, but she couldn't enter the room. He'd already set up a chair under the knob. He looked at the miniature computer screen.
"All this technology... the sheer propensity of it is amazing. But, that is not really the matter now, is it? No, I believe I should just focus on creating my Angel." There was the basic variety of stats; strength, speed, agility, endurance, so on and so forth. He decided fairly high strength and high agility, but a little low endurance and speed. Basically, his Angel was focused on technique. It worked like this: he did not have high speed, but his agility would be enough to dodge, and he could use his awesome style to do counter-attacks which, because of his strength, would deal some great damage. He grinned, and looked at the scissors, wig, and clothing next to him. He always fancied himself one of the creative types. But first, the matter of a name... what to name it, what to name it...
what, oh what, should he name it...
What would be the best name...
For God's sake, what should he name it?!
He should name it... ummm... well, names are very important, so it is quite difficult to decide what to name. Yes, then it hit him. He would name it Kaito -- Ka from the symbols for wise, and ito from Hito, or person. Now that that was done, he would make the clothing and decide the hair.
Let's come back to him later, okay? It may save several pages.
-*-
Ken wasn't as perturbed by the fact that it had to be opened in the bath, but he was certainly surprised when he opened the egg to find a girl doll staring back at him with non-existent eyes. "Kuso! I must have not paid attention to what was on the box! Crap!" He wanted a male, to better represent himself. Now people would think he was gay -- not that there was anything wrong with that, Ken added in his mind. He just wasn't that. No, his teacher was Taisuke, so he was flamingly heterosexual. But... augh. It just didn't seem right.
His stats were not balanced, he had higher endurance, much lower strength, average agility, and higher speed. But the changes were almost negligible. The concept behind HIS Angel was this: he would block a lot of attacks, hence the higher endurance, and since his strength was lower, he'd put a lot of speed behind his attacks, so they would still deal damage. What happened to his concept of a perfectly balanced fighter, you ask? Well, upon playing King of Fighters '98 at an arcade, he realized the balanced character usually sucked. That's pretty much it.
He already had his -- er, her -- clothes made, and Ken prayed they'd fit her well. For a name, he used Panka - Punker in kana. It was pretty basic. The tough part, though, was writing an entire song just for bass. He'd done it before, but now the ability abandoned him.
-*-
Michigo danced in the nude around her hotel, and regretted it in the instant she realized her windows were open and the blinds, likewise, open. After that situation was remedied, she placed the Angel down in its tube, and began typing furiously. Straight speed, straight agility. She had watched enough to know those kind of Angels were the ones that got the farthest in the tournaments.
For clothing, she had bought the really-high tech looking stuff, like that new girl, Hikaru, but less gauche. She had a little headset, which was similar save for it had cat ears, and similar gloves, but instead her Angel had a cheetah motif, and the body didn't have that weird screw thing in the middle. Also, her hair was long and black.
For a name, she was torn between two: Shibusa(which just sounded nice), and Gaku. Gaku could be interpreted as either school, or music. In the end, she chose Gaku, in honor of her son.
-*-
As we know, Fate is one strange mutha. And so fate decided to play Mirrors with these 3 people, cast to simultaneous fates, and so they turned on their TVs at nearly the same exact time(scientists have calculated it that the difference between the first person to do that, Ken, and the last person, Taisuke, was .04 seconds), and miraculously it was on the same channel, showing the same news show, which was talking about the same local tournament, with the same cash prize of 325 thousand yen. That was over 2000 dollars! This was clearly a big tournament, and so, at the same exact time, all 3 decided to enter the tournament.
Oh, Fate, you so cuh-razy!