Aloha my fellow readers. I would like to apologize if there were spelling mistakes and sentences that didn't make sense. Wanna know something strange? I wanna be a writer, but I just can't spell some words . . . Anyways! Chapter two! Oh, do you hate that girl who was talking to Misaki? Hahaha, wanna know who she is? Hehe, I'm not telling you! Well, yea maybe I'am, but you'll have to waiiiittt. Muaaaahhh!
Disclaimer: I like Angelic Layer and I love Angelic Layer, unfornately. I don't own Angelic Layer nor the first line of the story, but I do own my own character. Who I won't stay my character's name. Have fun reading!
Don't get me wrong I love you, but does that mean I have to walk on water? One day you'll understand It's Enough when I say so. I don't think Life is quite that Simple.
Misaki sank back into her seat upon hearing her challenger's words. "I don't tell my name to wanna-be's!" The memories of when she was called the "Miracle Rookie" came back into her mind. Everyone said that she made it far to the semi-finals and finals because of lucky. Because she was Lucky, but in the battle with Athena, she proved that it wasn't luck. It was herself and mainly Hikaru who won the finals and became Champion, but then again memories that hurt you the most are the ones that are the hardest to forget.
"Are you resigning?" Misaki looked into her opponet's eyes. "Hikaru! Angel, Fall-in!" Her small, yet fast Angel, Hikaru then landed on her feet. Misaki look at Mitara, her challenger's Angel and was surprised to see that it was a light weight and fast angel just like hers. "I've fought Angels like that before." Misaki said to herself as a smile came onto her face. "This should be no problem."
Hikaru was then running towards Mitara, making the first move with a punch, but the beige colored angel quickly dodged by doing a back flip. Hikaru noticed that the angel smirked as the legs came apart. Hikaru was then sent flying back towards Misaki as she was stunned to see a move that she had never seen before. Mitara was standing on one leg while the other was up in the air. "That's the form of Rolling Thunder, but it's something different!" Misaki thought wildly as she encourged Hikaru to stand. "You look surprised." Misaki looked at her opponent to see a smirk. "Everyone in America loves watching you fight the same way they love watching me fight. The moves you should know are different." Misaki's eyes then grew wide, but she hid her expression through a solomon stare back to her. "That's right. She's from America. The fighting styles must be different, but that last move." Her blue eyes looked at the beige colored angel to see that she was back into a fighting stance. "It was much to familiar to the Rolling Thunder. She probably watched me fight before." Misaki smiled. "Go Hikaru!"
Hikaru then charged over Mitara and got close enough for a kick, when Hikaru then jumped back. "What's wrong?" She asked in a mischief voice. "I-I'm sure that I saw something hit the ground." Misaki thought as she reviewed that last move in her mind. "We'll try again until we figure it out!" Hikaru, once again, charged towards Mitara and reached towards her with a right kick when it was suddenly stopped a inch before hitting her face. Misaki gasped. It seemed that Hikaru's leg was stopped suddenly by the air. "There goes the Champion." Misaki noticed that whatever stopped Hikaru's leg, started to tighten around her leg. "Hi-Hikaru!"
Mitara then jumped back to avoid a assult from another Angel that jumped right in while Hikaru stumbled and fell down. "Ic-Icchan-san!" Misaki gasped. "This battle is overrrr!" He cried in a raspy voice. The girl took off her headset as she got up and left with Mitara in her hands. Misaki watched as she left then turning her attention back to Icchan. "Um, Icchan-san . . . " Icchan turned to Hikaru. "Are you alright? That girl's behaivor has gotten out of hand." Misaki nodded quickly with Hikaru in her hands. Icchan noticed Hikaru and examined her. "She didn't do anything to Hikaru did she?" Icchan asked as he took a look around Hikaru. "Well . . . " Misaki thought for a while when she remembered that thing around Hikaru's leg. "Hikaru's leg!" Misaki exclaimed. "Her right leg." Icchan eyed Misaki and examined Hikaru's right leg. "Well, what do we have here?" Icchan asked, knowing that he wouldn't get an answer. "It's just a little injured, but it can be fixed." Icchan handed her back Hikaru. "Don't you have to get home?" Icchan asked as he pointed towards the time. "Naaaahhh!" Misaki quickly slipped on her back pack and bowed a thanks to Icchan. "I forgot that I would be making dinner!" Misaki waved to Icchan as she left. "Bye Icchan-san!" Icchan then waved back as Misaki disappeared to the streets.
"I thought you would do something about it Ni-san big brother." Ichiro whirled around to see his little brother, Oujiro. He then started to wiggle around like a snake. "B-but if I did." He then stopped, cleared his voice and pushed his glasses back. "Misaki would be more curious about the her." Oujiro continued staring skecpially at him, until he sighed deeply. "Who was she anyways? She decleared herself as the American Champion and tell me that it's not her." Oujiro begged as Ichiro sighed also. "You worry too much. I'm sure it's not her. She never even liked games." "Not even Angelic Layer?" Ichiro laughed a bit. "I doubt it. She'll just say, "Oh it's sooo stupid! Playing with dolls! Pleeeaaazzzeee."" Ichiro commented, making his voice high while mimicking her. Oujiro covered his mouth as a smile came onto his lips. "You should be more grown up, ni-san." Oujiro commented with a small cough as he cleared his voice. "And not with girls." Oujiro then walked out of the cafe as Ichiro watched him leave. He noticed the time and a glint came into his eyes as he schemed of a plan. "You'll pay dearly, Oujiro."
"Oujiro!" Oujiro looked up from his shoes to his mother, who was standing in the door way. "Where have you been?" She asked him as he moved his shoes to the side and walked in. "Sorry, mother." Her mother gave him a annoyed look. "Oujiro! Your cousin had been waiting for you." Oujiro's blue eyes looked at his mother, who was towards the living room with a hand on her cheek. "Hurry and go greet her Oujiro!" "Yes Mom." Oujiro got up and heaved himself to the living room. "So, how long have you been waiting?" Oujiro asked as he sat down while avoiding to look into her eyes. "I just got here a few minutes ago." Oujiro nodded in understanding, but looked out the window. "Are you still mad?" She asked him as she noticed that he was looking out the window. She got up to open the window and a gust of wind came in, blowing her hair away from her face. A smile came onto her lips. "From your silence, it seems that you are." Oujiro chuckled. "Would you be mad if the same thing happened to you?" She whipped around, aiming her brown colored eyes at his. Oujiro looked backed with blue eyes as he saw that her eyes glisten. "I hate you!" Oujiro quickly got up to stop her. "Wait!" The door slammed close as his mother looked through the hallway. "Ouji-" "I'll be back soon!" Oujiro said to her as he closed the door and went after his cousin.