Here's Chapter 4! I made up for the shortness of chapter 3... I hope... Hope you enjoy it!
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Screams echo through my mind. Something is going to happen.
What?
Something bad. I do not know to whom it will happen. Right now, though, it seems as if the screams are of rage.
Against Whom?
Against those who scorn and hate us. Does that satisfy your curiosity?
Yes.
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Cheers echoed through the stadium as the deuses tossed their angels into the layer. The entry lines were all but lost in the roar of sound.
"Be my angel, Masao!" Koutarou yelled and threw Masao onto the layer. The tall angel landed gracefully, his emerald green eyes flickering nervously around the layer in perfect synchronization with his deus's.
"Now that all the angels are in the layer, I would like to introduce our champion's angel!" The announcer's voice rang out over the noise following a sharp screech from the microphone, "And here's HIKARU!"
As he yelled Hikaru's name, the angel flew into the layer. As she entered the boundaries and threw off the golden glow that surrounded her, two large angel's wings unfurled behind her and she drifted gently into the center of the layer. Misaki beamed from her chair and Hikaru waved from the layer, her smile matching Misaki's.
As the cheers died down, the announcer called out, "Now, let us not waste any more time. Our first battle will be between angel Masao, dues, Kobayashi Koutarou, and angel Reiko, dues Satoshi Meiko."
All the deuses retrieved their angels and filed out, leaving the two opponents.
"Is this your first time battling?" Meiko asked Koutarou, making him jump.
"Uh... yeah, how about you?" His heart was pounding with excitement toward the upcoming battle.
"Er... I was in the tournament last year, but I didn't get past the first round," she smiled apologetically, "But we had better start this battle. The natives are getting restless," she jerked a thumb at the crowd.
They walked to their sides of the layer and soon the battle was underway.
Misaki slid into the seat beside Tamayo.
"Hey!" Tamayo said loudly, and was immediately shushed by the people behind her, "Oh, go to-"
"Tamayo!" Misaki hissed at her, "Be quiet, Kotaro-chan is battling."
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
They turned back just in time to see Masao dodge a spin kick by Reiko. The female angel darted around the layer (an amazing feat considering that she was wearing a tight kimono). Masao chased her, but couldn't quite keep up.
It's going to be hard for Kotaro to win this one, Misaki thought, Reiko is lightweight and built for speed, while Masao is heavyweight. Masao is still fast, but he can't contend with Reiko. THINK KOTARO-CHAN! THINK, DAMN YOU!
Suddenly, a roar went up from the crowd. Misaki focussed on the ring and saw Reiko teetering on the edge of the layer. Masao had locked hands with her and was slowly forcing her back. Then, with a last, almighty push, Reiko was out of the layer and Masao was prancing back to the center.
The crowd cheered wildly as Masao raised his hands in a victory salute. The crowd never seemed to notice that the cape was slightly uneven, or that the jeans that he wore were patched or that his hair was uneven.
From a window overlooking the stadium, a small figure in a wheelchair watched, and tears spilled down her cheeks in a wish for the love of the audience. The person beside her stroked her hair and placed a small angel in her lap.
"It is your turn," he whispered, "show them what you're made of."
"For the next battle, we have someone who battled several years ago, and has finally resurfaced, and someone who has been battling for six years!" The announcer called out, "Please welcome angel Hiroko, Deus Yoko- do we have a last name? No? Okay then, also battling is our very own champion, angel Hikaru, Deus Suzuhara Misaki!"
The crowd roared as Misaki walked onto the stage. She waved wildly at everyone and then looked around for her opponent. Looking toward the entrance to the stadium, she saw a tall woman pushing a girl in a wheelchair. Misaki's blood went cold. Eyes of ice. She had seen this girl before.
"Misaki! Calling Suzuhara Misaki!" The announcer called and the crowd laughed, "Step up to the layer!"
Misaki shook herself and then walked to her chair. She slid the headset on and pressed the activation button. Taking a deep breath, she hurled Hikaru into the layer.
"May the wings of an angel please guide me and Hikaru!" She cried the same entry line that she had used at her first tournament. It hadn't changed since then.
She looked over at Yoko. The girl was now in the chair with a headset on. She said nothing, but her eyes flickered to her angel, who was somehow standing up in her lap. The angel leapt off her lap and drifted slowly into the layer. A crimson glow surrounded Hiroko and wings unfurled from her back. A gasp went up from the audience. The wings were not angel's wings, but the skeletons of bat wings. There was a webbing of shadow, but nothing more between the ribs. Hiroko drifted into the layer and opened her eyes. They were a warm black, but somehow, they held a cold, hard expression. The angel turned so that she faced Hikaru and Misaki. A strange smile crept onto her face, and she shifted into a combat stance. Hikaru did the same.
"AND NOW," the announcer yelled out, "ANGELIC FIGHT!"
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*suspenseful music* Don't expect chapter 5 anytime soon because I've got school and all that to keep up with...
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Screams echo through my mind. Something is going to happen.
What?
Something bad. I do not know to whom it will happen. Right now, though, it seems as if the screams are of rage.
Against Whom?
Against those who scorn and hate us. Does that satisfy your curiosity?
Yes.
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Cheers echoed through the stadium as the deuses tossed their angels into the layer. The entry lines were all but lost in the roar of sound.
"Be my angel, Masao!" Koutarou yelled and threw Masao onto the layer. The tall angel landed gracefully, his emerald green eyes flickering nervously around the layer in perfect synchronization with his deus's.
"Now that all the angels are in the layer, I would like to introduce our champion's angel!" The announcer's voice rang out over the noise following a sharp screech from the microphone, "And here's HIKARU!"
As he yelled Hikaru's name, the angel flew into the layer. As she entered the boundaries and threw off the golden glow that surrounded her, two large angel's wings unfurled behind her and she drifted gently into the center of the layer. Misaki beamed from her chair and Hikaru waved from the layer, her smile matching Misaki's.
As the cheers died down, the announcer called out, "Now, let us not waste any more time. Our first battle will be between angel Masao, dues, Kobayashi Koutarou, and angel Reiko, dues Satoshi Meiko."
All the deuses retrieved their angels and filed out, leaving the two opponents.
"Is this your first time battling?" Meiko asked Koutarou, making him jump.
"Uh... yeah, how about you?" His heart was pounding with excitement toward the upcoming battle.
"Er... I was in the tournament last year, but I didn't get past the first round," she smiled apologetically, "But we had better start this battle. The natives are getting restless," she jerked a thumb at the crowd.
They walked to their sides of the layer and soon the battle was underway.
Misaki slid into the seat beside Tamayo.
"Hey!" Tamayo said loudly, and was immediately shushed by the people behind her, "Oh, go to-"
"Tamayo!" Misaki hissed at her, "Be quiet, Kotaro-chan is battling."
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
They turned back just in time to see Masao dodge a spin kick by Reiko. The female angel darted around the layer (an amazing feat considering that she was wearing a tight kimono). Masao chased her, but couldn't quite keep up.
It's going to be hard for Kotaro to win this one, Misaki thought, Reiko is lightweight and built for speed, while Masao is heavyweight. Masao is still fast, but he can't contend with Reiko. THINK KOTARO-CHAN! THINK, DAMN YOU!
Suddenly, a roar went up from the crowd. Misaki focussed on the ring and saw Reiko teetering on the edge of the layer. Masao had locked hands with her and was slowly forcing her back. Then, with a last, almighty push, Reiko was out of the layer and Masao was prancing back to the center.
The crowd cheered wildly as Masao raised his hands in a victory salute. The crowd never seemed to notice that the cape was slightly uneven, or that the jeans that he wore were patched or that his hair was uneven.
From a window overlooking the stadium, a small figure in a wheelchair watched, and tears spilled down her cheeks in a wish for the love of the audience. The person beside her stroked her hair and placed a small angel in her lap.
"It is your turn," he whispered, "show them what you're made of."
"For the next battle, we have someone who battled several years ago, and has finally resurfaced, and someone who has been battling for six years!" The announcer called out, "Please welcome angel Hiroko, Deus Yoko- do we have a last name? No? Okay then, also battling is our very own champion, angel Hikaru, Deus Suzuhara Misaki!"
The crowd roared as Misaki walked onto the stage. She waved wildly at everyone and then looked around for her opponent. Looking toward the entrance to the stadium, she saw a tall woman pushing a girl in a wheelchair. Misaki's blood went cold. Eyes of ice. She had seen this girl before.
"Misaki! Calling Suzuhara Misaki!" The announcer called and the crowd laughed, "Step up to the layer!"
Misaki shook herself and then walked to her chair. She slid the headset on and pressed the activation button. Taking a deep breath, she hurled Hikaru into the layer.
"May the wings of an angel please guide me and Hikaru!" She cried the same entry line that she had used at her first tournament. It hadn't changed since then.
She looked over at Yoko. The girl was now in the chair with a headset on. She said nothing, but her eyes flickered to her angel, who was somehow standing up in her lap. The angel leapt off her lap and drifted slowly into the layer. A crimson glow surrounded Hiroko and wings unfurled from her back. A gasp went up from the audience. The wings were not angel's wings, but the skeletons of bat wings. There was a webbing of shadow, but nothing more between the ribs. Hiroko drifted into the layer and opened her eyes. They were a warm black, but somehow, they held a cold, hard expression. The angel turned so that she faced Hikaru and Misaki. A strange smile crept onto her face, and she shifted into a combat stance. Hikaru did the same.
"AND NOW," the announcer yelled out, "ANGELIC FIGHT!"
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*suspenseful music* Don't expect chapter 5 anytime soon because I've got school and all that to keep up with...
