Kaori: Dammit, I'm a freaking slow updater...
Laharl: (rolls eyes) You got that right. Geez, you took damn near forever to update! And if you wanna finish this fic first, then work fucking faster!
Kaori: Alright, alright... Everyone, it really hurts me when I disappoint you, but I suffer from long cases or writer's block .
Disclaimer- Nippon Ichi Team: (knocks on my door) Congratulations, you officially own Disgaea and all it's characters!
Kaori: (happy beyond words)
(Welcome to my wildest dreams, where practically anything can happen. This proves that I do not own Disgaea.)
Laharl had his daily argument with Sairi today, and was currently chanting his mantra of 'bitch, bitch, damn that bitch' again. It was an age old routine-- a one thousand years worth routine, to be specific. (A/N: Remember, it was one thousand years since Laharl died.)
How he hated that routine. How he hated Sairi and her 'high authority' (once again he accompanied this statement with the quotation mark gesture) attitude. How he hated this place. With it's marble white walls, floors, and ceilings, partnered with the crystal clear windows made it too... immaculate for his tastes. And since this is Laharl here, we all know that his tastes are hard to please.
Grumbling more of his mantra, the former Overlord trudged to the central core of this 'Soul Tower', a large dome-like room (it always annoyed him that every freaking room in this place looked the same) that had a view of each of the worlds. Naturally, he focused his view on the Overlord's Castle in the Netherworld, but most of the time the true focus was on Flonne. This was part three of his routine.
Part four was merely to watch her for the rest of the day. Not very exciting, but his concern and love for her drove him to stick to the task. Yet, although a part of him was glad to see that she had been quite happy and not as... well, depressed when he first died, another part of him longed for a change, for something different... something out of the ordinary to happen to her for once.
Laharl's grumbling had long ceased by now, and he let out a long sigh as he looked over to the Netherworld's screen. He pushed one of the buttons underneath the screen, causing the camera to move to Flonne's room.
But his eyes met something unexpected...
Flonne wasn't in her room this morning.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" His loud yell echoed through the whole tower.
Hey, Laharl got what he partly wanted... it was something out of the ordinary.
Flonne stared at the familiar deep green grass, the clear blue skies, and the wonderfully colorful foliage of what she once knew as her home- Celestia, world of the angels.
"I can't remember the last time I was here..." She thought wistfully. This place brought back too many painful memories, the images forever burned in her mind...
In fact, she never planned on coming here again if it weren't for the 'persuasion' of a certain pink haired demoness...
-Flashback-
Etna, who was still cheerful as always, (she had taken Flonne's place as the happy, bubbly one after she fell into depression) quickly ran to Flonne's room, rapped on the door, and waited impatiently for the Angel Trainee to open up. After waiting for several more minutes, she kicked the door with exceptional force, but not enough to knock it down.
"Flonne! Get your lazy ass up, dammit!" She yelled, her very short patience span already drained. Her friend's reaction was not what she expected.
There was a loud clatter of footsteps, and Flonne appeared at the doorway, a large smile on her face. "Laharl!" She said joyfully.
Etna frowned. "No, this is Etna. Do I sound like Laharl?" She said, annoyance written all over her face. How could Flonne mistake her and Laharl?
Flonne smiled sheepishly. "I wondered why your voice sounded more… feminine."
Etna rolled her eyes at her friend's naïve nature. But her tone changed as she remembered what she had come here for…
"Hey, Flonne, wanna go to Celestia?" She asked with a smile, without the least bit of tact. Apparently she had completely forgotten that was where Laharl and Lamington had died, and the setting of Flonne's reoccurring nightmares.
The Angel's delicate lips curved into a frown. "Etna… I think we should--" She was cut off by Etna's hand grabbing her own and dragging her out of her room and toward the Dimensional Gatekeeper. Etna wasn't taking no for an answer, it seemed.
"You gotta get out of this old castle, Flonne!" She lightly chided her as they both disappeared in the Dimensional Portal's swirling white vortex.
-End Flashback-
Flonne didn't want to damper on her friend's efforts to cheer her up, but honestly, Celestia was NOT the best place for an outing. The other angels, some of which Flonne had once regarded as her friends, were whispering nasty rumors about her said rebellion against the angels. They didn't know how horrible she had felt when fighting against her own kind-if she could have avoided them, she would have. But no, those angels just had to be in the way when all she wanted was to speak with the Seraph. They truly did not understand.
Etna was oblivious to the angels gossiping as she proudly walked around the main city, scanning the area for a shop that held something interesting.
"Oooh! Flonne! Look at this!" Etna called out her upon finding a shop she found suitable. Flonne barely moved an inch, however, because even though the gossiping had subsided, the angels were practically burning holes in her back with their eyes. It felt as if she even moved, they would take out any weapons they carried with them and shoot her down right on the spot.
Suddenly, a kind, gentle voice rang out over the crowd. "Flonne-chan! It's really you!" The voice squealed. The next thing she knew, she was tightly wrapped in a crushing embrace by another angel. Wait a minute… she knew this girl. She knew that voice…
"Sakura-chan?!" Flonne asked in disbelief. The other Angel nodded, a pearly white smile sparkling on her face. Sakura was a childhood friend of hers, and seemed to be the only angel who still accepted that fact. She was extremely cute with her long golden blond hair adorned with a large red ribbon, child-like face, big sapphire eyes; basically she gave off the aura of innocence, as Flonne once did. However, despite her child-like aura, she had a fully developed figure garbed by the usual angel robes.
Flonne was glad that her friend still retained her bubbly and innocent personality--she herself had lost quite a lot of that spirited energy at Lamington's and Laharl's death.
Sakura was still smiling. "Flonne-chan! So much has happened since… since… well, you know…" She knew that it was a delicate subject to approach. "Don't worry--I don't think of you the same way the others do. You're still my friend," She added quickly.
Indeed, Sakura had kept that extremely old promise they had made to each other as children-a promise to remain friends forever. It did seem rather childish now that Flonne thought about it, but this was one of those times she was glad she still had friends.
Sakura continued, "We have a new Seraph, too! I'm the new Archangel, by the way…"
Flonne's good mood was slowly returning. "Really? I'm so happy for you!" The two initiated a sisterly hug. Etna, who was still standing at the window of the shop, made inaudible gagging noises.
"Here, let me introduce him to you!" Sakura pulled Flonne away and through the crowds, leaving Etna behind, unnoticed. The demoness growled and crushed the white flower she had clutched in her hands.
Sakura went through the whole trouble of going through the Seraphic Sanctuary and proudly stating her title to each Angel there. They almost didn't let her pass upon seeing Flonne, but receiving Sakura's threat of using her new powers to send them through the flames of judgment changed their minds.
After a few more minutes of threatening, they had finally made it to the Sacred Altar, which was of course currently occupied by the Seraph.
"Seraph Enkou!" Sakura called. The Seraph, Enkou, turned around and greeted the both of them with a warm smile. He was much younger than Lamington had been, with his short golden hair that seemed to be the trademark of most angels, but his eyes were a sparkling silver. He had a handsome face, and his robes were similar to that of Lamington's. He also had several large, snow white wings that proved his higher rank to the other angels.
Flonne immediately bowed. "Master Enkou…" She whispered quietly but reverently.
Enkou smiled. "Ah, so you are the student of my brother?" He questioned, the sparkle in eyes growing larger.
Flonne looked up in surprise. "Your brother?" She asked in disbelief. Well, that would explain the silver eyes… and that he knew she was specially trained by Lamington himself.
The Seraph nodded. "Yes, indeed. Now, may I ask what you are here for?"
Sakura spoke up. "We're here just to visit you, Seraph Enkou. And do not get any ideas about Flonne-chan being evil!" She quickly defended.
Enkou's face held a look of surprise. "Why would I? I bear no ill will toward her. I know the truth behind what happened that day. Master--I mean, Vulcanus, set the whole thing up with the angels."
Flonne guessed that he used to be of much lower rank before he became a Seraph, which was probably the reason for his little slip up. But putting that aside, Flonne was glad she had another friend besides Sakura here in Celestia.
"Now Flonne… I have heard from my friend in the Soul Tower that you have had many reoccurring dreams. Would you care to tell me about them?" Enkou asked next.
She nodded, knowing that she could trust him, and began her long explanation of her dreams… or rather, nightmares.
Laharl decided that Flonne was still alright, because even from here he could still sense her aura. That and he looked in the records of the deceased; her name wasn't there yet. He knew that seemed a little paranoid, but better safe than sorry, right?
He thought about looking toward Celestia, since that was probably the only other place she could be, but there was no way in hell that he wanted to look at that place again. Even from the minute he first stepped there, he had a horrible feeling of premonition, and he was right. Now that he was dead, he damn loathed the place.
'Guess I'll repeat Part One of my routine-argue with the bitch,' He thought to himself with a slight smirk. Sometimes he actually found himself enjoying this-matching her wit with his. Well, usually he wasn't using his wit against her, he was using his anger, which was the reason she always won.
Walking inside Sairi's ethereal dome shaped office (he cursed the creator of this tower for making every room the same, and thought he had a lack of originality) he leaned casually on the doorpost, waiting to catch her attention. He did, but she didn't dare to look up from her papers.
"What do you want now, King Laharl?" She asked coldly as the familiar pen scratching against paper continued.
"I wanna--" Before he could finish, Sairi interrupted.
"Let me guess… you want to know when you can get out of here to see Flonne, right?" She asked, bringing up the subject of most of their arguments. Sometimes they argued about different things, but Flonne and Laharl's release were the main subject.
She didn't let Laharl respond to this as she continued. "Well, I have good news and bad news about that. The good news that you can contact her."
Laharl's idea for the argument (he had planned to argue about the dome shaped rooms and why the hell at least one of them couldn't be a square) faded away and was replaced with utmost hope. "Really?! How?"
"That's the good news. The bad news is you can only contact her through her dreams." She finished.
Laharl groaned, but quickly brightened. "Better than nothing! Thanks, you lousy bitch!" He said happily before running out the door, heading for the core of the tower. Apparently Laharl already knew how to do this.
Sairi frowned as he left. "I find a way for him to communicate with her, and this is the thanks I get?!" She asked incredulously.
Far off into a cold, dark, void-like castle, a smirk lighted a monster's stone face. "Yes, come back, Overlord… It's you I want. Come back to life so you can watch your loved one's die by my hand. I want to see terror… I want to see the terror on your face!" A horrible, evil laughter rang out through the castle. What he didn't know was a red-haired demon girl was secretly spying on him.
"I'll get revenge against you for taking over my kingdom," She growled lowly before disappearing.
It had been several hours since Flonne had finished relaying her dreams. Enkou merely told her that there was hope behind her suffering, and now the three angels were casually talking.
"I should get back now, Etna is probably worried…" Flonne said suddenly. Sakura nodded.
"Alright, I'll take you back," She offered. Flonne agreed and left the Altar with the Archangel after giving Enkou her regards.
When the two were out of hearing range, the Seraph mumbled "This is much more than it seems, Flonne. So much more…"
Kaori: Looks like it's finally developing a plot! Well, what else can I say but… I'm sorry for being so damn slow and please review!