I use the name Angel Galis pretty often because it can represent many different characters all at the same time. To tell the truth, I am a girl of many personalities, and no one is precisely me. I am a very complicated person, one might say.
Anyway, I forgot the disclaimer, so here we go--I do not own Card Captor Sakura or Esca Flowne. I do, however, own the concepts of the connections between them and the dimensional crossings. If you really wish to use the idea, please ask and I will gladly let you use it, as long as you give due credit. Arigato Gozaimasu!
For anyone who's only seen the anime version of CCS, I'm using the manga version, kay? Syaoran's a little more...edgy, shall we say. Plus, they're older, and I'm making several assumptions on the finished plotline (I still have three books to go to finish CCS-MotC).
For anyone who's interested, I'm kinda hooked on the whole opinion that dimensional barriers are created by human thought. You'll see that a lot in this story, okay? Nearly everything is based on it.
Onward and upward, Guiding Souls!
And a special thanks to my first reviewer, a new reviewer to me, DrowningSin32! Arigato ne!
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Chapter 2: Angel: Crossing Over
My name is Angel Galis. I used to write fan fiction and watch anime and read manga. Then one day, I was killed by a giant bolt of lightning and I met Alexis. She gave me the job of guiding two children who had been killed in one of her and her sister's little fights to a comfortable life in the Pokemon dimension. I can't remember quite where they had come from. I think it had been Ancient Egypt.
Since then, I had become a guide to more than three hundred others. I remained forever the same age, the same way. Alone. Alexis had promised me that she would release me if I ever found my love. I still have not.
I guess this job isn't so bad. I get to go to all the places I loved in my dimension as anime and manga and books and games. The powers of the dimension are usually passed off onto me, too. Occasionally, though, they are kind of quirky when I use them. Like the Animorphs dimension, for example. I was allergic to every morph I tried, with the exception of the extremely tiny or overly large. I could only morph a Chihuahua when we did dogs.
Most people back home would consider this a dream job. And I guess it's fair, because I still retain my immortality when I'm released, and my guy will, too. Some of the people I've guided have been a bit dense, you might say, but I could deal. I guess I should really be excited. Sakura and Syaoran had been my favorite characters when I had been killed, and they were the first main characters I had guided so far. I mean, sure, I met the main guys and stuff in the other dimensions, but I'd never guided them before.
"Okay, we're approaching the event horizon, so get ready," I said.
"Event horizon?" Sakura asked nervously. "That isn't like the black hole type, is it?"
"No, no. You see, people don't always look the same when they change dimensions," I explained. "So the event horizon is an area between dimensions that basically does that. It changes the way you look so that you blend into the dimension a little better. Don't worry, you don't change too much!"
"Then why did you warn us?" Syaoran asked snippily.
"I was just telling you so that you wouldn't be too alarmed," I rolled my eyes. "You have a major attitude problem, you know?"
"No."
"Yes, you have an attitude problem."
I could feel him glaring at my back, but I did not say anything more as the light waves enveloped us. My torn blue jeans changed a little to accommodate my new, longer legs and my tennis shoes looked almost normal again. My t-shirt changed to a pale blue color, with my name printed clearly across my front in a darker blue.
Sakura's pleated short skirt and tennis shoes became further apart, and her waist became noticeably smaller. Her collared shirt turned into a plain t-shirt, like mine, with a cherry blossom tree print.
Syaoran's dark brown hair became darker and looked a little less messy. His whole body grew taller, more buffed up, and his blue pants and t-shirt changed to accommodate it. His nice brown shoes became white tennis shoes, like ours, though why I did not know. Our noses grew pointier and our foreheads and lips and chins more defined. Sakura's hair flattened slightly and grew, but still remained the same honey brown color, two shades darker than my reddish brown.
"That wasn't so bad a change," I marveled at my hands and jeans. "Much better than some of the ones I've experienced."
"What-"
"Don't ask," I stopped her abruptly. "Now, we'll be approaching the gateway soon enough. Stay inside until I give the signal."
They only nodded.
A light came into view and I walked right up to the clear gateway, peering outside. The first time I'd seen one, I had amazed at how it worked. The people outside couldn't see in, couldn't come through the gateway, but I could see them and go through it. Now it was so commonplace it was dull.
It was dark outside. The gateway looked out on the very track that Hitomi used each day at practice, the very place the pillar of light would appear.
"Okay, we're starting on Earth, then," I sighed in relief. At least they wouldn't get too freaked out. Yet. "There's no one out there, and it's nighttime, so we're safe. Come on, let's go."
I pushed my way through the barrier and glanced around as Sakura and Syaoran came inside. Both looked a little dazed by the sudden appearance of a normal high school track field, instead of some monster, or even a strange person they didn't know. I suppose the shock of everything otherworldly was replaced by the shock of something normal among all the absurdity.
It was common in humans. I smiled to myself as I looked around at the familiar arena.
"Hey, what are you doing on the track?" yelled a voice. So familiar, yet so far away. I grinned as I turned toward Captain Amano's voice and stalked off the field toward him.
"Sorry, sir," I said, sounding as feeble as possible. "We didn't know, sir."
"Yes, sir," Sakura added, bowing slightly. Syaoran only studied the taller boy without comment.
"Well, it's all right. Are you new here, or something?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, we are," I laughed, scratching the back of my neck. A light blush crossed my cheeks. I was so used to acting like I didn't know anything, that I could pull off the act with perfect ease.
"Hey!" shouted the much-more familiar voice of Hitomi.
"I sort of wanted to race the famous Captain Amano of this high school," I said softly. "You wouldn't happen to know him, would you?"
"Of course I know him!" Amano laughed. "He's me!"
"Wow, really?!" I shouted happily. "Can I race you, please? Please, sir, please?"
"Well, sure," he chuckled again. "Let me talk to Hitomi for a few minutes, okay, Ms...?"
"Angel. My name is Angel Galis."
"You're American?"
"Mm-hmm!" I grinned again, my eyes shut tight.
"Then get ready to race, American Angel!"
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I've always wanted a little crystal with those kind of powers. However, you will see setbacks because of that thing. (Duh, what fun would it be if there weren't?) I am by NO MEANS a Mary Sue--one of those perfect little things who just suddenly pop out of no where and are gorgeous and everybody loves her. Nope. Not me.
Let's see...I'm dead once, I'm a loner, I have been looking for THREE HUNDRED YEARS for a guy in over two hundred dimensions and still haven't found him, I definitely don't believe in myself and my stupid crystal is defective and....you get the point.
And I know my writing seems a little off this time. I'm trying to become a shorter writer without compromising my plots or characters, and that's a difficult transition to make. Bear with me, please.
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