Some Surprises Are In Order

~Chapter 6~

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The SOLDIER smiled and thrust forward as Megan smoothly parried. The SOLDIER regained his balance and raised his brows.

"Not bad," he said mildly impressed. "That usually get everyone."

"This has only just begun," Megan smiled. She then flipped her wrist and mockingly tapped the top of his blade; which quite enraged him.

"What? Losing to a girl?" The Turks laughed at her comment, but the SOLDIER didn't. He just attacked again and this time, Megan counterattacked; swiftly lifting her blade to about her own chin level and stepping forward to catch her victim's forearm.

Angel smiled. "First blood," he yelled.

"You know, this is just a little too easy," Megan said.

The SOLDIER only narrowed his eyes and pulled back. "Fine! Then eat this," he said spinning his blade around and then jumping up at her in complete anger. Angel shook his head, he knew what was going to happen…

Megan looked up at the jumping man like he was a fool and she just stepped to the side, then forward. He landed, with his back to Megan; she just slashed her blade behind her, catching his lower back. Her opponent fell to the ground.

The girl looked over her shoulder…

The SOLDIERs gasped…

The Turks laughed…

The General shook his head ashamed…

And the angel smiled contemptuously…

"Never attack in anger, period," Angel said.

"He was one of the best of us," one second-classman said.

"I thought this was the great SOLDIER," Megan asked in surprise. "Heh…Guess not."

"Forgive me, but we are trained to fight in battles, not typical fencing bouts," the general said.

"Sephiroth could," Megan retorted.

"Because Sephiroth was trained by one of the best…"

"Too bad he isn't still here."

Megan nodded sadly "Gabe." she sighed.

A first-classman looked over at Angel, "Hey Angel!"

Angel moved his head to look around Megan and raised his brows. "Hmm?"

"Why don't you take her on?"

Angel sighed a small giggle. "Oh no, boys."

"Yeah, come on," some others added. "You are a great fencer!" "We wanna see the great Archangel in action!"

Angel stood. "No!"

"Him!?! Hurt me," Megan exclaimed. "That would be classic."

"Meg, don't get overconfident here. I grant you, you're good; I've seen you; but you're not that good," Lex said cautiously.

Angel cocked his head to the side. "She has a point," Angel said in a low voice and, for some reason, he had an English accent. Megan glanced at him in wonder. "I'm better than you might think."

"Then prove it Mr. I-so-full-of-myself," Megan said cracking a smile.

Angel put his head down for a moment and closed his eyes. "Fine."

Mike looked up at him. "No Angel. We don't want her dead."

Angel just lifted his head back up. He took off his over coat and navy jacket and tie and pulled his strawberry blond hair back into a tight ponytail. He picked up his sheath and stepped off the staircase, walking towards her.

"Be nice, Angel. Please? She is my best friend after all," Lex asked for she knew the two were going to carry this out.

But the angel never said a word, he just kept walking towards Megan. He stopped in front of her, with his ponytail hanging over his left shoulder. He stood at an angle towards her, straight up, letting his broad shoulders rest in place with his blade at his side in his right hand. He had the most serious face; a subtly stern expression that had the warmest smile and his crystal blue eyes… Megan couldn't get over them. They seemed older than before, actually, his whole countenance did.

But those eyes… They taunted her…

Try to unlock me…

All the secrets…

All the lies…

The rights…

The wrongs…

You want to know…

I can read it within you.

What do you really know of angels, child?

"Shall we?" His deep voice was as smooth and clean as his clear eyes. The girl nodded enthralled.

Angel brought his right hand over to his left at his waist and switched the sheath into the opposite hand. Very gently, he pulled his "baby" out with his right hand. Megan's mouth dropped.

He had the most immaculate blade. It was perfect and glistened in the light with a song all her own. The actual blade itself was approximately the length of his leg as the tip shimmer as he tapped it against his foot. It was double-edged, and to break the edges, there was a beautiful silver ivy vine that went from hilt to tip. It was nothing like Megan had ever seen.

The hilt was also gorgeous, if not unique in its subtle simplicity. The actual grip was two black, small leather bands wound numerous times and that stopped at a loop on the top of the hilt that had a loose piece of leather at coming out of it as well. The truly unique thing was the end of each band; there was a massive white feather. And they were huge. The two that were apart of the grip had to be three-quarters the size of Angel's forearm and the final feather from the loop was practically from his elbow to the tip of his middle finger.

And they were magnificent.

But as Megan kept ogling, something struck a chord about this sword. I have seen it! I know I have! But where? she thought. "That's Gabes sword!"

"And what if it is?" Angel said, keeping his accent.

"You have no right to that!" Megan snapped back.

Angel got almost an evil grin. "Then let us begin."

Megan merely glared. She was tired of being taunted. "After you, Angel," she said in the most sardonic tone.

"You do realize that 'Angel' isn't my real name."

"No parents are that cruel… So what's your real name, then?"

He only smiled. "Let's make this interesting."

"How so? A bet?"

"Sure. If you win…hmm," Angel thought for a moment. "You can keep that sword." He nodded towards the blade she was holding.

"But sir! That's Sephiroth's," the SOLDIERs exclaimed.

"That was Sephiroth's and now… it belongs…to me…" Angel snapped at the SOLDIERs placing his head down and looking sideways at them with his accent rolling through his throat. It silenced them. "Either hush, or I will take on all of you at once, and the sad thing is that you know I will win." They all looked at him wide eyed. "Good."

They really do respect him Meg thought.

"So…you want the sword," he furthered.

"No!" Megan said in a deadly tone.

"No what?" Angel said.

"I want Gabe's sword, you have no right to that."

Angel smirked " I have every right to this" he held up the sword. "It's mine."

Megan glared "Then I shall take it from you."

Angel smirked even more then he already was "you could try but you won't be able too. Now back to the matter at hand."

Megan decided to finish this arguement after the match "I want your name" she said.

"Fine. My name. Shall we start?"

"Wait…"

"What?"

"What do you get if you win?"

Angel purely smiled. "wouldn't you like to know" He suddenly put his head down, keeping his eyes on her, but something happened to those crystal blue eyes as he raised his brows. The pupil dilated, not bigger, but into a cat's eye. Not only was his pupil dilated, but the sheer blue had become deep violet. It flashed in a ring for a second, just long enough for Megan to see and then returned to normal.

Again, her mouth dropped and her position fell. "How…but…wha?!?" She was at loss for words. Nothing could explain the shock she felt. She wanted to know what he just did.

However, Angel just looked back at her innocently, dropping his own grin. "Is something wrong," he asked honestly.

"You-your…your eyes…" She made gestures to her eyes. "They just…did…" she paused looking for the word. "Something!"

"Uhm…blink?"

"Seriously!"

"Stop stalling! Let's begin."

Megan regained her composure and took up position. "Let's."

Angel only stood there, still standing sideways with his blade pulled to his right side casually, like a toy. He was menacing.

Maybe this was a bad idea after all…