Yay! After three-million years, I have updated. Finally...Well, while I have
my inspiration and the writers block is momentarily banished, I'm going to
write the rest of this story from Angel's POV and irregularly hop into
Tom's mind for a little visit. But today is going to be all Angel.
Angel: ^-^
Don't get too happy.
Y. Bakura: Hello mortal.
Eep! Dude, you're from Yu-Gi-Oh. I know I was just reading some fics along that general direction, but you still don't pop up in a random story!!
Y. Bakura: Well, I just wanted to say the disclaimer.
Hey! My spell check wants to spell your name 'Bakery'! Sure disclaim away.
Y. Bakura: Ariana does not own anything other then Angel and the big muscle man in the beginning. Oh yes. And the plot. She owns that. But not Tom.
*Pout*
Chapter 5
Wow.
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Rustling my wings in a contempt manner, I strode confidently to the railing of the deck. Oh, how I loved the ocean. The endless expanse of blue, like the endless expanse of mysteries and unknown things. But now was the time to forget all those things.
It was time to fly.
Flying was my joy, my passion. It helped me release all my feelings and fall into the oblivion of a place devoid of time or space. Without anyone to tell me what to do, only the wind to guide me, caressing my face and body. I had once childishly thought the wind to be my friend, my only friend. I had spoken to it often, when I was sad, or tired, or depressed. And it would touch my face and whisper soft nothings into my ears.
Clambering onto the railing, I crouched, then leaped straight into the oncoming draft. Spreading my wings, all 16 feet of them, I banked to the left and out of the way of the coming ship. Looking back to the deck, there stood Jekyll taking notes. Tom was watching in awe, and Skinner lounged around doing nearly nothing.
Pressing down with my wings, propelling myself upward, I felt the all-too- well known sensation of what seemed to be like cataracts sliding over my eyes, protecting them from the harsh winds and stinging cold. Snake eyes. They were mine to keep.
With another thrust, I was a good 50 feet above the water. Swooping low, I pulled up and shot straight into the air. Upwards I flew, feeling my adrenaline rush beginning to flow through my veins like a poison, filling me with such an embodiment of joy I whooped to the wind. My friend.
As I became nothing but a speck in the sky, I slowly evened myself out. Two thrusts of my wings, then I tilted myself downward. Nose tilted toward the water, I simply brought the feathered appendages to my back, folding them and pressing them to my back, and let myself fall. Faster and faster, the wind rushing past my face. I felt my eyes close, and I let my instincts guide me. The ever familiar nothingness swept upon me, my mind empty of all thoughts. My body was slackened, but molded by the wind into the streamlined shape of a silver-scaled torpedo.
Faster and Faster.
The air around me began to smell of the sea, and my eyes flew open. Staring at the blue water below me, I watched as small ripples were formed as I grew closer. Larger ripples.
All out waves.
An insane grin spread across my face, and I didn't stop. Soon, there was a small bowl created by the pressure I was creating from the speed I was flying. Satisfied, I pulled out of the dive with a small amount of effort, spreading my wings to their full length and leaning up. My breasts hit the water, tickling them, and I giggled at the new an interesting feeling.
Glancing at my wings, a sudden question skidded to a halt in my mind. 'What does flying in water feel like?'
I glanced down again at the giant pool of mystery. Taking a deep breath and not stopping to ponder upon the idea and loose the bravery and blunt stupidity I held, I dove. Not stopping when I reached the water, I brought my hands in front of my face and drew in a deep breath. With a small splash, I submerged. Keeping my wings to my body, I glanced around. The feeling of the cold water was amazing. I had always loved rain.
But this.
This was heaven. I now knew why the fish had never bothered to exit the paradise of water. My scales glinted in the water, and I smiled at the effect the sun made upon them through the water. I began to kick my feet, deciding that fish had fins and I didn't. I headed in the general direction of the boat. Bringing my head above water again, I took another deep breath and dove deeper. The water took on an aqua tone, and I leveled myself out. Bringing my arms out in front of me in a spearing motion, I decided to experiment. If moving my wings to my body when I made a dive sped me up, maybe making the same motion with my arms would do the same.
I swiftly brought my hands to my sides, and watched in satisfaction as I sped forward a bit. I kicked my feet. Moved my hands. Kicked my feet. Soon I had a rhythm going, kick, arms, kick, arms. Combining the two ways of propulsion under water resulted in speedy movement, and I praised myself mentally.
The side of the ship soon came into view, and my acute hearing picked up on Jekyll's ranting.
"-and she just dives straight into the water! It's so cold, she'll get hypothermia! And who knows if she can even swim! It's preposterous! How can she even-"
I quickly blocked him out, and surfaced quietly. Gripping tightly to the sides of the submarine, I clambered up onto the top quickly. I just have to love the snake stamina and scales. They work the same way snake's do, allowing me the ability to move without limbs. A gasp was heard, and Jekyll rushed to the edge of the little deck. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, and took notice that Tom rushed over just as quickly.
Tightrope walking to the tip of the ship, I spread my wings out behind me, so if one was to look from the side they would see my entire wing while looking from the front only got you the top of it. I leisurely stretched, arching my back like a cat. The sun shone on me, drying my wings and glinting off of my scales. I glanced forlornly down into my newest friend, the ocean, and said softly, "Tomorrow, my friend."
A smile drew across my lips.
My friend had waved.
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A/N: Get it? WAVED?!! The ocean? Waves?
Y. Bakura: Ra help you.
*Screams* What are you doing here? The disclaimer's DONE!! Go. A. Way.
Y. Bakura: But I love you.
^-^ I know. Everyone does. Whoa...Yami B.? LOVES ME?!! THE BISHIE LOVES ME!!!!!
Y. Bakura: So, can I stay?
Yessir!
Y. Bakura: *thinks* Sucker...
*Daydreaming*
Please review! And be nice about it, ya'll!
Icing :P
Angel: ^-^
Don't get too happy.
Y. Bakura: Hello mortal.
Eep! Dude, you're from Yu-Gi-Oh. I know I was just reading some fics along that general direction, but you still don't pop up in a random story!!
Y. Bakura: Well, I just wanted to say the disclaimer.
Hey! My spell check wants to spell your name 'Bakery'! Sure disclaim away.
Y. Bakura: Ariana does not own anything other then Angel and the big muscle man in the beginning. Oh yes. And the plot. She owns that. But not Tom.
*Pout*
Chapter 5
Wow.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ (Fun!)
Rustling my wings in a contempt manner, I strode confidently to the railing of the deck. Oh, how I loved the ocean. The endless expanse of blue, like the endless expanse of mysteries and unknown things. But now was the time to forget all those things.
It was time to fly.
Flying was my joy, my passion. It helped me release all my feelings and fall into the oblivion of a place devoid of time or space. Without anyone to tell me what to do, only the wind to guide me, caressing my face and body. I had once childishly thought the wind to be my friend, my only friend. I had spoken to it often, when I was sad, or tired, or depressed. And it would touch my face and whisper soft nothings into my ears.
Clambering onto the railing, I crouched, then leaped straight into the oncoming draft. Spreading my wings, all 16 feet of them, I banked to the left and out of the way of the coming ship. Looking back to the deck, there stood Jekyll taking notes. Tom was watching in awe, and Skinner lounged around doing nearly nothing.
Pressing down with my wings, propelling myself upward, I felt the all-too- well known sensation of what seemed to be like cataracts sliding over my eyes, protecting them from the harsh winds and stinging cold. Snake eyes. They were mine to keep.
With another thrust, I was a good 50 feet above the water. Swooping low, I pulled up and shot straight into the air. Upwards I flew, feeling my adrenaline rush beginning to flow through my veins like a poison, filling me with such an embodiment of joy I whooped to the wind. My friend.
As I became nothing but a speck in the sky, I slowly evened myself out. Two thrusts of my wings, then I tilted myself downward. Nose tilted toward the water, I simply brought the feathered appendages to my back, folding them and pressing them to my back, and let myself fall. Faster and faster, the wind rushing past my face. I felt my eyes close, and I let my instincts guide me. The ever familiar nothingness swept upon me, my mind empty of all thoughts. My body was slackened, but molded by the wind into the streamlined shape of a silver-scaled torpedo.
Faster and Faster.
The air around me began to smell of the sea, and my eyes flew open. Staring at the blue water below me, I watched as small ripples were formed as I grew closer. Larger ripples.
All out waves.
An insane grin spread across my face, and I didn't stop. Soon, there was a small bowl created by the pressure I was creating from the speed I was flying. Satisfied, I pulled out of the dive with a small amount of effort, spreading my wings to their full length and leaning up. My breasts hit the water, tickling them, and I giggled at the new an interesting feeling.
Glancing at my wings, a sudden question skidded to a halt in my mind. 'What does flying in water feel like?'
I glanced down again at the giant pool of mystery. Taking a deep breath and not stopping to ponder upon the idea and loose the bravery and blunt stupidity I held, I dove. Not stopping when I reached the water, I brought my hands in front of my face and drew in a deep breath. With a small splash, I submerged. Keeping my wings to my body, I glanced around. The feeling of the cold water was amazing. I had always loved rain.
But this.
This was heaven. I now knew why the fish had never bothered to exit the paradise of water. My scales glinted in the water, and I smiled at the effect the sun made upon them through the water. I began to kick my feet, deciding that fish had fins and I didn't. I headed in the general direction of the boat. Bringing my head above water again, I took another deep breath and dove deeper. The water took on an aqua tone, and I leveled myself out. Bringing my arms out in front of me in a spearing motion, I decided to experiment. If moving my wings to my body when I made a dive sped me up, maybe making the same motion with my arms would do the same.
I swiftly brought my hands to my sides, and watched in satisfaction as I sped forward a bit. I kicked my feet. Moved my hands. Kicked my feet. Soon I had a rhythm going, kick, arms, kick, arms. Combining the two ways of propulsion under water resulted in speedy movement, and I praised myself mentally.
The side of the ship soon came into view, and my acute hearing picked up on Jekyll's ranting.
"-and she just dives straight into the water! It's so cold, she'll get hypothermia! And who knows if she can even swim! It's preposterous! How can she even-"
I quickly blocked him out, and surfaced quietly. Gripping tightly to the sides of the submarine, I clambered up onto the top quickly. I just have to love the snake stamina and scales. They work the same way snake's do, allowing me the ability to move without limbs. A gasp was heard, and Jekyll rushed to the edge of the little deck. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, and took notice that Tom rushed over just as quickly.
Tightrope walking to the tip of the ship, I spread my wings out behind me, so if one was to look from the side they would see my entire wing while looking from the front only got you the top of it. I leisurely stretched, arching my back like a cat. The sun shone on me, drying my wings and glinting off of my scales. I glanced forlornly down into my newest friend, the ocean, and said softly, "Tomorrow, my friend."
A smile drew across my lips.
My friend had waved.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
A/N: Get it? WAVED?!! The ocean? Waves?
Y. Bakura: Ra help you.
*Screams* What are you doing here? The disclaimer's DONE!! Go. A. Way.
Y. Bakura: But I love you.
^-^ I know. Everyone does. Whoa...Yami B.? LOVES ME?!! THE BISHIE LOVES ME!!!!!
Y. Bakura: So, can I stay?
Yessir!
Y. Bakura: *thinks* Sucker...
*Daydreaming*
Please review! And be nice about it, ya'll!
Icing :P
