Chapter 3 is finally here!!! This is so exciting.... No, not really actually. There isn't much action here, folks, but it does make you think a little bit...
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Today. Today has finally arrived. This will be an interesting day.
Why?
Wait and see.
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Misaki skidded into the arrivals hall in the stadium as the receptionist gave the last call for entries.
"I'm here!" She called, running toward the desk.
"Ah, Misaki-chan, back for another year?" The receptionist smiled warmly, "You should give the poor deuses a break."
"Not a chance!" Misaki grinned, "I need to defend my title, and they need someone to keep them on their toes."
"Misakichi! Misakichi!" Tamayo's voice echoed through the hall, "We thought you would miss sign up!"
Misaki turned just in time to see Koutarou nod his head as best he could from within a headlock.
"Ah, Tamayo," Misaki shook her head, "If you keep attacking Kotaro-kun, he won't go out with you anymore."
"Oops," Tamayo dropped her arm from around Koutarou's neck and instead draped it around his shoulders, "And it's Kotaro-CHAN, Misakichi. CHAN."
"Much better," Koutarou massaged his throat and held up a small doll, "I'm entering this year. I hope I face you Misaki-chan. And it's KUN, Tamayo. KUN. I might stop dating you if you don't catch onto that."
"Don't think I'll go easy on you if we meet, Kotaro-chan," Misaki smiled and then turned to Tamayo, "Are you ever going to make your own angel, Tamayo?"
"Actually, I'm going to wait a little longer. Don't laugh, but I had this dream and..." She trailed off as a voice crackled over the loudspeaker calling the champion to come to the layer.
"I've got to go guys, see you later!" Misaki ran toward the door, clutching Hikaru in one hand.
"What did you dream, Tamayo-chan?" Koutarou asked Tamayo as Misaki disappeared through the stadium door.
"It - It's nothing, really," she stuttered, "Can I see your angel?"
Knowing better than to argue, Koutarou lifted his angel gently out of his bag, "His name is Masao. He - He isn't very good. I made his clothes myself, and Hatoko helped me make his body."
Tamayo was surprised at it. It wasn't perfect. The short, bluish-black hair was ragged and there were a few threads sticking out from his armor, but something made it seem like it was very beautifully made.
"It's quite good, actually," Tamayo remarked, "It has something that many of those 'perfect' angels don't."
"What do you mean?" Kotaro asked her.
"It was made with, with love, I guess."
"I don't get it."
"Neither do I really."
"I should probably go now Tamayo-chan, they will be calling the deuses any minute for the entry."
"Okay! I'll be cheering for you, Kotaro-chan. I'm glad I'm friends with the champion. I got front row seats!"
Koutarou rolled his eyes and walked away.
Eyes of ice calling to me, Tamayo thought, That's what I dreamed, Kotaro-chan.
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Now wasn't that great? Anyway... Chapter 4 will be a while in coming. Hold tight, folks, it's about to get interesting (if it hasn't already).
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Today. Today has finally arrived. This will be an interesting day.
Why?
Wait and see.
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Misaki skidded into the arrivals hall in the stadium as the receptionist gave the last call for entries.
"I'm here!" She called, running toward the desk.
"Ah, Misaki-chan, back for another year?" The receptionist smiled warmly, "You should give the poor deuses a break."
"Not a chance!" Misaki grinned, "I need to defend my title, and they need someone to keep them on their toes."
"Misakichi! Misakichi!" Tamayo's voice echoed through the hall, "We thought you would miss sign up!"
Misaki turned just in time to see Koutarou nod his head as best he could from within a headlock.
"Ah, Tamayo," Misaki shook her head, "If you keep attacking Kotaro-kun, he won't go out with you anymore."
"Oops," Tamayo dropped her arm from around Koutarou's neck and instead draped it around his shoulders, "And it's Kotaro-CHAN, Misakichi. CHAN."
"Much better," Koutarou massaged his throat and held up a small doll, "I'm entering this year. I hope I face you Misaki-chan. And it's KUN, Tamayo. KUN. I might stop dating you if you don't catch onto that."
"Don't think I'll go easy on you if we meet, Kotaro-chan," Misaki smiled and then turned to Tamayo, "Are you ever going to make your own angel, Tamayo?"
"Actually, I'm going to wait a little longer. Don't laugh, but I had this dream and..." She trailed off as a voice crackled over the loudspeaker calling the champion to come to the layer.
"I've got to go guys, see you later!" Misaki ran toward the door, clutching Hikaru in one hand.
"What did you dream, Tamayo-chan?" Koutarou asked Tamayo as Misaki disappeared through the stadium door.
"It - It's nothing, really," she stuttered, "Can I see your angel?"
Knowing better than to argue, Koutarou lifted his angel gently out of his bag, "His name is Masao. He - He isn't very good. I made his clothes myself, and Hatoko helped me make his body."
Tamayo was surprised at it. It wasn't perfect. The short, bluish-black hair was ragged and there were a few threads sticking out from his armor, but something made it seem like it was very beautifully made.
"It's quite good, actually," Tamayo remarked, "It has something that many of those 'perfect' angels don't."
"What do you mean?" Kotaro asked her.
"It was made with, with love, I guess."
"I don't get it."
"Neither do I really."
"I should probably go now Tamayo-chan, they will be calling the deuses any minute for the entry."
"Okay! I'll be cheering for you, Kotaro-chan. I'm glad I'm friends with the champion. I got front row seats!"
Koutarou rolled his eyes and walked away.
Eyes of ice calling to me, Tamayo thought, That's what I dreamed, Kotaro-chan.
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Now wasn't that great? Anyway... Chapter 4 will be a while in coming. Hold tight, folks, it's about to get interesting (if it hasn't already).
