Fallen Angels
by Kandy
~~~~~
"Seriously, Bijou! What's the connection?," Omi asked as they approached the courtyard. Bijou turned on her heal and wagged her forefinger at him. Her grin spread, "You'll find out soon enough. Just wait a sec."
Before Omi could object the tardy bell rung and Bijou was off for homeroom. He opened his mouth to yell after her but felt a light slap on the back and stopped.
"Your going to be late again," warned Ouka.
He smiled back at her and agreed as they walked into the building together.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Bijou slid her headset onto her ears as she sat in the window sill of the cafeteria. She smiled as french hip-hop began to fill into her head. A friend tossed her snack into her lap. Bijou, shocked, pulled her headphones off to thank her graciously.
As she began to stuff her mouth, across the lunchroom Omi saw her. He rose to get up but Ouka grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Where are you going? You promised you'd eat lunch with me."
Baffled, he raised an eyebrow, "Promised you? When?"
"Yesterday, after school. Before you ran off to the shop. Remember?," Ouka reminded him slightly vexed.
Omi cursed himself, "Oh...sorry. I remember now."
He sat down and pretended that not being able to leave didn't bother him. He looked across the room again to see her daydreaming out of the window.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The blonde boy ran up the sidewalk. Bijou gasped when Omi jumped in front of her in a split second.
"Tell me!," he demanded from his classmate and student.
Bijou sighed. She then went into her backpack and pulled out a notebook and a pen. She scribbled something down, ripped the paper out, and slapped it into his hand. "There. That's my apartment address and number. The phone number is on there too. Stop by around 7 and I'll tell you everything you need to know so you won't come up short around payday."
Omi studied the paper. Her apartment was in a building called The Hamaruki Tower. Apartment #818. Omi looked up and smiled, "Arigatou, Bijou-san!"
Bijou stood in his wake, confused, as he took off to start his afterschool shift at 'Koneko no Sumu le'.
"I guess that means...thanks...cool," she muttered before taking off again.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"What about you Yoji?," Ken asked after expressing how he felt about a whole day of not seeing his student so they could talk and stuff. The guys always tried to talk more. Especially when they were just lounging around the shop waiting for the last few hours to creep by.
"I haven't seen Kandy all day, either. But I'm gonna find her tomorrow, I can't lose pay over a chick," complained Yoji, "And you? Had any success yet chibi?"
Omi spoke from where he was potting flowers, not bothering to turn around, "Actually, yes. She gave me her address and number so we could talk tonight and get it over with. I'm kinda looking forward to it."
Yoji grinned, "Make sure -Ouka- doesn't catch you over there."
"Oh, shut up," Omi snapped.
Yoji stopped and then Ken started laughing. Aya came from inside of the back and soundlessly began to balance the register. Ken eventually stopped laughing once he caught wind of his Aya not half as humored. Yoji turned to Aya, "Well, Aya...and what about you? Got any valuable information on Devin, yet?"
Aya looked at Yoji from the corner of his eye, "That's none of your business."
"Yeah, right," smirked Yoji, "Just admit it, Aya. You haven't seen Devin all day, just like the rest of us."
Aya ignored him by not responding. Yoji was right, he hadn't seen the slightest glipse of his student all day and to be honest he actually did care. His hospital dues for Aya-chan were paid in full this month, so unlike his fellow kittens, he didn't care if Kritiker cut all his check.
Omi wondered about Aya sometimes but shook it off, "Gotta go, guys," Omi stated as he hopped up from the flowers.
"See you tomorrow."
"See ya."
"Bye, Omi."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Kandy scanned through her CD collection in her apartment on the balcony. She stopped abruptly upon seeing the cover of one of them. She cleared her throat as if from shock and went back inside.
The blonde popped the CD in her boombox and turned it up. Kandy sat on the couch as she flipped the pages in the booklet...memorable...sorrowful...
*~*~*~*~*~*
Omi's mind raced as he approached the 15 floor apartment complex shaped like a cylinder; complete with countless personalized balconies. He'd passed the Hamaruki Tower numerous times before but he'd never been in it. Omi didn't know anybody who lived in the building either, before he met Bijou. From what he'd heard, the rent was expensive and the apartments were spaciously western-styled.
As Omi approached the revolving glass door, the doorman cleared his throat loudly. Omi looked over and paniced a bit.
"Your name please," he asked holding his clipboard up.
"Oh...uh...Tsukiyono Omi."
"And you are visiting who?"
"La Salle Bijou."
The doorman began to flip the pages, "Hmmm...ah, yes. Go right in."
He took his entrance and was enthralled with the amazingly elegant lobby. White marble floors, a waterfall styled fountain with greenry all around the bottom, inbetween two elevators. There were also huge and fluffy furniture pieces in collected areas of the semi-open floor. Omi walked around and took an elevator to the 8th floor.
"Ok...818...," he mumbled as he stepped off the elevator and began to walk in the hallway, searching for the right room.
"There you are," exclaimed the boy as he knocked lightly on the door.
"Just a minute!," Bijou's voice called from inside.
Seconds later the door opened. Bijou stood with a white jacket on top of a navy blue tank top and some blue jean shorts and a paintbrush in hand.
"Hey. Come in," she told him stepping aside. Her apartment was comtempary and like the things he'd heard: huge. It definately resembled an American or European apartment.
Omi complimented, "Wow. Nice apartment."
"Thanks," Bijou shut the door and locked it, "It is nice when I think about it."
Omi took a seat in a chair as Bijou put her paintbrush in the empty sink in the kitchen in the next room.
She came back in and laid her jacket, which was stained with various colors, on a hanger in a closet. The french girl plopped down on the amplely stuffed couch.
"So, where do I start?," she pondered.
Omi answered for her, "That girl. The one that we saw during the test. Who is she? What's the connection?"
"Oh, that. Her name is Bijee. Pronounced Bi-shee, in french. She's what you'd call, my alter ego. It all happened long before I was sent to Japan. One day after school, me and two of my best friends, Nathalie and Solange, were skating home together, like we do everyday. We were going up a hill on the sidewalk when a big truck(1!) passed us. We decided we'd be deliquents for a day and started to tail the truck in the middle of the street.
"The driver was getting really angry and we were almost at the top of the hill. It was about to go down, so it was time to get back on the sidewalk and pretend like nothing happened, but Solange's shirt got caught on the door hook. We tried pulling on it but it was stuck. If we would of went down the hill with the truck, we'd be in trouble with our parents and the authorities. Then with one huge tug her sleeve ripped free, but at the same time the door on the back of the truck flew open and about 15 barrels of a chemical called 'ME80019' came out. The fact that all of us had lost our balance didn't help the situation either.
"Half the barrels contents had spilled out on us by the time we stopped rolling down the hill and lost conscienceness. When I woke up I was in the hospital and newscrews were everywhere. Solange and Nathalie were still out cold and we all had minor injuries, nothing that couldn't be healed in some weeks with stitches or medicine. We were released 3 days later and our parents put us on severe house arrest. Everything was fine to me so far. Until Nathalie called me up on the phone to tell me that something strange stuff had happened to her and that I should see of I had changed like her.
"I'd just woke up so when I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror I saw Bijee. I told Nathalie and she suggested that I think about Bijou and not my new body. It worked and not before long we were back in newspapers and special reports all over the nation. Nathalie could start and put out fires mentally, while Solange was a super-telekinetic(2!), and I had an alter ego."
Omi sat there dumbfounded for the longest of moments. His brain worked desperately, for seemed like an eternity to Omi, to calculate that piece of information correctly.
"Sooooo...the girl I saw during the test...was you? In a sense?"
"Right."
The blue eyed boy slumped in the chair. 'This is gonna be harder than I thought...'
*~*~*~*~*~*
Yoji and Ken watched Aya close up the shop. It had been bugging the two of them for the longest. Yoji nudged Ken, Ken nudged back, Yoji rolled his eyes, and scratched his head.
"Uh...Aya?"
"Hm?," he asked looking over.
"About Devin..."
Ken decided he'd cut in since Yoji wasn't planning on actually getting it out, "There's something we think you should ask Devin about...when you get the chance to talk to her."
Aya alittle annoyed and curious shot back, "Why?"
"Because...the day before yesterday after she left the shop with the roses..."
Yoji found his way back into the conversation, "Dev went into a cemetary. Why? We really don't know, but it may have something to do with why Kritiker picked her."
"Really," Aya said fading off. They watched as he pondered this information then went back to work.
'Maybe we should just learn to mind our business,' thought Yoji.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"I guess that rumor about the chemical accident was true, huh?," Omi asked jokingly, trying to lighten his own mood.
"Hmm. Somewhat. I could tell you the semi-truth behind it, if you need to know it...," said Bijou as the stove beeped. She got up and returned rather quickly with a cup of tea.
She offered, "Want some?"
Omi sat up, "No thanks. And yeah, tell me about the rumor."
"If I'm not mistaken the rumor is that my parents were forced to send me here to live on my own after I was in a bad chemical accident. To be honest it's not that off. Once the country, and Kritiker, found out about what the chemical had done to us, we were in the hospital around the clock. Doctors kept us in bed so much, that our teachers had to make special trips to the hospital everyday to make sure we didn't fail. My parents were upset with the nation. They did want me living the rest of my life under a microscope, so Kritiker got in contact with them and they made a deal. If my mom and dad let Kritiker train me in Tokyo as an assassin, they promised that they'd deal with the nation and find an antidote for me. All while I stayed in school and kept my grades up to par.
"They were skeptical about sending me so far away, but they eventually agreed. And another rumor at school is that I got kicked out of my elite high school for being an uncontrollable deliquent?"
Omi nodded and motioned for her to go on.
"That too is half true," she laughed, "I am an uncontrollable deliquent! But I make good grades. Hell, I was top of the class back home. So half of the deal with Kritiker was that I had to behave myself. If I didn't they'd turn me back over to the nation to make me another science project. It was an offer I couldn't possibly resist, right? So I obey and I stay."
"Should I be taking notes?" Omi asked, amazed by her biography.
She laughed. "Oh, shut up. You can remember that."
Bijou took another sip of her hot tea. "You can look around if you want. I don't mind."
Omi stood and stretched, "Nahhh, I should be heading home myself. I guess Kritiker'll be pleased with what I got."
They headed for the door.
"They should be. Your first person on this side of my life to know about Bijee. Actually, we're the same person. Bijee is just more rough, sexy, and daring than I ever plan to be."
The two teenagers laughed.
"See you at school, Bijou."
"You too. Good night!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Devin leaned against a wall in the shadows as she admired a handsome man smoke a cigarette outside the gate of a huge mansion. The name 'Sekita' was engraved into the designs on the gate. She sighed heavily as she longed for the man. He was like a curse. The whole thing was like a curse.
The type you'd only see in movies and horror books.
'Stupid, dreams,' she told herself as she abondoned her secret place of loitering.
Things would never be the same, but her heart wasn't content until it lied to her once again.
'And Kritiker doesn't make it any better.'
*~*~*~*~*~*
Fallen Angels; Part Three: Alter Ego, said and done. Part Four: Pimptress is coming soon. I know somebody's thinking 'what the hell?' about that piece I added in about Devin and Kandy. I promise it's all going to fall into place. Meanwhile I hope to get done with each of the girls' life stories (while skipping all the good stuff) by next week. Foot notes ---
1: Big Truck - you know, the kind of trucks that's big. Not small like a regular truck, not big like a 18 wheeler, but a big truck.
2: Super-Telekinetic - It means she can move various things at the same time with her mind without getting a headache.
by Kandy
~~~~~
"Seriously, Bijou! What's the connection?," Omi asked as they approached the courtyard. Bijou turned on her heal and wagged her forefinger at him. Her grin spread, "You'll find out soon enough. Just wait a sec."
Before Omi could object the tardy bell rung and Bijou was off for homeroom. He opened his mouth to yell after her but felt a light slap on the back and stopped.
"Your going to be late again," warned Ouka.
He smiled back at her and agreed as they walked into the building together.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Bijou slid her headset onto her ears as she sat in the window sill of the cafeteria. She smiled as french hip-hop began to fill into her head. A friend tossed her snack into her lap. Bijou, shocked, pulled her headphones off to thank her graciously.
As she began to stuff her mouth, across the lunchroom Omi saw her. He rose to get up but Ouka grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Where are you going? You promised you'd eat lunch with me."
Baffled, he raised an eyebrow, "Promised you? When?"
"Yesterday, after school. Before you ran off to the shop. Remember?," Ouka reminded him slightly vexed.
Omi cursed himself, "Oh...sorry. I remember now."
He sat down and pretended that not being able to leave didn't bother him. He looked across the room again to see her daydreaming out of the window.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The blonde boy ran up the sidewalk. Bijou gasped when Omi jumped in front of her in a split second.
"Tell me!," he demanded from his classmate and student.
Bijou sighed. She then went into her backpack and pulled out a notebook and a pen. She scribbled something down, ripped the paper out, and slapped it into his hand. "There. That's my apartment address and number. The phone number is on there too. Stop by around 7 and I'll tell you everything you need to know so you won't come up short around payday."
Omi studied the paper. Her apartment was in a building called The Hamaruki Tower. Apartment #818. Omi looked up and smiled, "Arigatou, Bijou-san!"
Bijou stood in his wake, confused, as he took off to start his afterschool shift at 'Koneko no Sumu le'.
"I guess that means...thanks...cool," she muttered before taking off again.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"What about you Yoji?," Ken asked after expressing how he felt about a whole day of not seeing his student so they could talk and stuff. The guys always tried to talk more. Especially when they were just lounging around the shop waiting for the last few hours to creep by.
"I haven't seen Kandy all day, either. But I'm gonna find her tomorrow, I can't lose pay over a chick," complained Yoji, "And you? Had any success yet chibi?"
Omi spoke from where he was potting flowers, not bothering to turn around, "Actually, yes. She gave me her address and number so we could talk tonight and get it over with. I'm kinda looking forward to it."
Yoji grinned, "Make sure -Ouka- doesn't catch you over there."
"Oh, shut up," Omi snapped.
Yoji stopped and then Ken started laughing. Aya came from inside of the back and soundlessly began to balance the register. Ken eventually stopped laughing once he caught wind of his Aya not half as humored. Yoji turned to Aya, "Well, Aya...and what about you? Got any valuable information on Devin, yet?"
Aya looked at Yoji from the corner of his eye, "That's none of your business."
"Yeah, right," smirked Yoji, "Just admit it, Aya. You haven't seen Devin all day, just like the rest of us."
Aya ignored him by not responding. Yoji was right, he hadn't seen the slightest glipse of his student all day and to be honest he actually did care. His hospital dues for Aya-chan were paid in full this month, so unlike his fellow kittens, he didn't care if Kritiker cut all his check.
Omi wondered about Aya sometimes but shook it off, "Gotta go, guys," Omi stated as he hopped up from the flowers.
"See you tomorrow."
"See ya."
"Bye, Omi."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Kandy scanned through her CD collection in her apartment on the balcony. She stopped abruptly upon seeing the cover of one of them. She cleared her throat as if from shock and went back inside.
The blonde popped the CD in her boombox and turned it up. Kandy sat on the couch as she flipped the pages in the booklet...memorable...sorrowful...
*~*~*~*~*~*
Omi's mind raced as he approached the 15 floor apartment complex shaped like a cylinder; complete with countless personalized balconies. He'd passed the Hamaruki Tower numerous times before but he'd never been in it. Omi didn't know anybody who lived in the building either, before he met Bijou. From what he'd heard, the rent was expensive and the apartments were spaciously western-styled.
As Omi approached the revolving glass door, the doorman cleared his throat loudly. Omi looked over and paniced a bit.
"Your name please," he asked holding his clipboard up.
"Oh...uh...Tsukiyono Omi."
"And you are visiting who?"
"La Salle Bijou."
The doorman began to flip the pages, "Hmmm...ah, yes. Go right in."
He took his entrance and was enthralled with the amazingly elegant lobby. White marble floors, a waterfall styled fountain with greenry all around the bottom, inbetween two elevators. There were also huge and fluffy furniture pieces in collected areas of the semi-open floor. Omi walked around and took an elevator to the 8th floor.
"Ok...818...," he mumbled as he stepped off the elevator and began to walk in the hallway, searching for the right room.
"There you are," exclaimed the boy as he knocked lightly on the door.
"Just a minute!," Bijou's voice called from inside.
Seconds later the door opened. Bijou stood with a white jacket on top of a navy blue tank top and some blue jean shorts and a paintbrush in hand.
"Hey. Come in," she told him stepping aside. Her apartment was comtempary and like the things he'd heard: huge. It definately resembled an American or European apartment.
Omi complimented, "Wow. Nice apartment."
"Thanks," Bijou shut the door and locked it, "It is nice when I think about it."
Omi took a seat in a chair as Bijou put her paintbrush in the empty sink in the kitchen in the next room.
She came back in and laid her jacket, which was stained with various colors, on a hanger in a closet. The french girl plopped down on the amplely stuffed couch.
"So, where do I start?," she pondered.
Omi answered for her, "That girl. The one that we saw during the test. Who is she? What's the connection?"
"Oh, that. Her name is Bijee. Pronounced Bi-shee, in french. She's what you'd call, my alter ego. It all happened long before I was sent to Japan. One day after school, me and two of my best friends, Nathalie and Solange, were skating home together, like we do everyday. We were going up a hill on the sidewalk when a big truck(1!) passed us. We decided we'd be deliquents for a day and started to tail the truck in the middle of the street.
"The driver was getting really angry and we were almost at the top of the hill. It was about to go down, so it was time to get back on the sidewalk and pretend like nothing happened, but Solange's shirt got caught on the door hook. We tried pulling on it but it was stuck. If we would of went down the hill with the truck, we'd be in trouble with our parents and the authorities. Then with one huge tug her sleeve ripped free, but at the same time the door on the back of the truck flew open and about 15 barrels of a chemical called 'ME80019' came out. The fact that all of us had lost our balance didn't help the situation either.
"Half the barrels contents had spilled out on us by the time we stopped rolling down the hill and lost conscienceness. When I woke up I was in the hospital and newscrews were everywhere. Solange and Nathalie were still out cold and we all had minor injuries, nothing that couldn't be healed in some weeks with stitches or medicine. We were released 3 days later and our parents put us on severe house arrest. Everything was fine to me so far. Until Nathalie called me up on the phone to tell me that something strange stuff had happened to her and that I should see of I had changed like her.
"I'd just woke up so when I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror I saw Bijee. I told Nathalie and she suggested that I think about Bijou and not my new body. It worked and not before long we were back in newspapers and special reports all over the nation. Nathalie could start and put out fires mentally, while Solange was a super-telekinetic(2!), and I had an alter ego."
Omi sat there dumbfounded for the longest of moments. His brain worked desperately, for seemed like an eternity to Omi, to calculate that piece of information correctly.
"Sooooo...the girl I saw during the test...was you? In a sense?"
"Right."
The blue eyed boy slumped in the chair. 'This is gonna be harder than I thought...'
*~*~*~*~*~*
Yoji and Ken watched Aya close up the shop. It had been bugging the two of them for the longest. Yoji nudged Ken, Ken nudged back, Yoji rolled his eyes, and scratched his head.
"Uh...Aya?"
"Hm?," he asked looking over.
"About Devin..."
Ken decided he'd cut in since Yoji wasn't planning on actually getting it out, "There's something we think you should ask Devin about...when you get the chance to talk to her."
Aya alittle annoyed and curious shot back, "Why?"
"Because...the day before yesterday after she left the shop with the roses..."
Yoji found his way back into the conversation, "Dev went into a cemetary. Why? We really don't know, but it may have something to do with why Kritiker picked her."
"Really," Aya said fading off. They watched as he pondered this information then went back to work.
'Maybe we should just learn to mind our business,' thought Yoji.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"I guess that rumor about the chemical accident was true, huh?," Omi asked jokingly, trying to lighten his own mood.
"Hmm. Somewhat. I could tell you the semi-truth behind it, if you need to know it...," said Bijou as the stove beeped. She got up and returned rather quickly with a cup of tea.
She offered, "Want some?"
Omi sat up, "No thanks. And yeah, tell me about the rumor."
"If I'm not mistaken the rumor is that my parents were forced to send me here to live on my own after I was in a bad chemical accident. To be honest it's not that off. Once the country, and Kritiker, found out about what the chemical had done to us, we were in the hospital around the clock. Doctors kept us in bed so much, that our teachers had to make special trips to the hospital everyday to make sure we didn't fail. My parents were upset with the nation. They did want me living the rest of my life under a microscope, so Kritiker got in contact with them and they made a deal. If my mom and dad let Kritiker train me in Tokyo as an assassin, they promised that they'd deal with the nation and find an antidote for me. All while I stayed in school and kept my grades up to par.
"They were skeptical about sending me so far away, but they eventually agreed. And another rumor at school is that I got kicked out of my elite high school for being an uncontrollable deliquent?"
Omi nodded and motioned for her to go on.
"That too is half true," she laughed, "I am an uncontrollable deliquent! But I make good grades. Hell, I was top of the class back home. So half of the deal with Kritiker was that I had to behave myself. If I didn't they'd turn me back over to the nation to make me another science project. It was an offer I couldn't possibly resist, right? So I obey and I stay."
"Should I be taking notes?" Omi asked, amazed by her biography.
She laughed. "Oh, shut up. You can remember that."
Bijou took another sip of her hot tea. "You can look around if you want. I don't mind."
Omi stood and stretched, "Nahhh, I should be heading home myself. I guess Kritiker'll be pleased with what I got."
They headed for the door.
"They should be. Your first person on this side of my life to know about Bijee. Actually, we're the same person. Bijee is just more rough, sexy, and daring than I ever plan to be."
The two teenagers laughed.
"See you at school, Bijou."
"You too. Good night!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Devin leaned against a wall in the shadows as she admired a handsome man smoke a cigarette outside the gate of a huge mansion. The name 'Sekita' was engraved into the designs on the gate. She sighed heavily as she longed for the man. He was like a curse. The whole thing was like a curse.
The type you'd only see in movies and horror books.
'Stupid, dreams,' she told herself as she abondoned her secret place of loitering.
Things would never be the same, but her heart wasn't content until it lied to her once again.
'And Kritiker doesn't make it any better.'
*~*~*~*~*~*
Fallen Angels; Part Three: Alter Ego, said and done. Part Four: Pimptress is coming soon. I know somebody's thinking 'what the hell?' about that piece I added in about Devin and Kandy. I promise it's all going to fall into place. Meanwhile I hope to get done with each of the girls' life stories (while skipping all the good stuff) by next week. Foot notes ---
1: Big Truck - you know, the kind of trucks that's big. Not small like a regular truck, not big like a 18 wheeler, but a big truck.
2: Super-Telekinetic - It means she can move various things at the same time with her mind without getting a headache.