Ahhh, good times. A new chapter, what you all have been waiting for!
Special thanks to Kira-chan for beta reading this and all your support.
Couldn't have done it without ya (Well, maybe I coulda, but that's
usually what people say right?) So, on to part two.
Part Two
Tim wiped a bead of sweat off his eyebrow. Wolfwind stood facing Hikaru on his guard. They had decided on a three-round fight with each round lasting three minutes. Round one had been spectacular. Tim scolded himself for expecting anything less from a national champion. Wolfwind had been able to do nothing except dodge the relentless onslaught that Misaki had thrown upon him. He knew what he was in for now, and round two would be a more level playing field.
"You fight very well, Wolf-kun" the girl said referring to Tim by his Angel's name since she did not know his true name.
"Arigato" Tim responded. "You're quite good as well"
She smiled, and Chris, feeling the were both ready exclaimed "Ok, now for round two! Angelic Fight!"
Tim knew he couldn't rebound if Hikaru got the upper hand first, so Wolfwind charged ahead with a high jump kick. Hikaru dodged below as Tim thought she would and countered with a right uppercut. Wolfwind caught this with his left hand and used it to propel himself high into the air, flipping and spinning along the way. He came down hard with his knees which Hikaru dodged nimbly, coming full force with a kick of her own that found its mark in Wolfwinds side. It only grazed him though as he twitched out of the way. In an instant, Wolfwind grabbed Hikaru's outstretched leg and used her momentum to flip her and slam her onto the ground.
"Oh!!" Chris the announcer exclaimed. "Hikaru gets pounded into the layer!"
Wolfwind would not stick around to gloat however. Hikaru was dangerous even on the ground. He sprung away, but it was too slow. Hikaru grabbed Wolfwind by the foot as he was escaping and swung him around across the battle stage. It was only by luck that Wolfwind was sent the length of the layer and not thrown out. The flight was not long and he fell hard onto the layer, tumbling and skidding to a stop. Both Angels struggled to their feet. From the display on Tim's visor, they were both lacking severely in hit points, and the next blow could decide the match. Both Angels stood infront of their respective Deus's and charged. Since both were speed types, it was a dramatic blur to anyone watching. To Misaki and Tim however, it was almost slow motion as they picked apart each others position and unguarded spots. Tim chose to go low; Misaki went high.
Wolfwinds right foot plunged into Hikaru's gut just as Hikaru's right hand connected with the side of Wolfwinds face. Both were sent flying back in the direction that they came. When they came to a rest, neither of them moved. The display indicated they were both out of juice.
Tim smiled. "Heh, a double K.O. How 'bout that?"
Misaki smiled too. "Sorry, Wolf-kun. You fought great, but you know, Hikaru can't lose!" With that, to Tim's astonishment, Hikaru struggled up into a laid back position, but obviously not knocked out. It could probably not fight, but it occurred to Tim that he had read the display wrong. When he looked closer, a small fraction of a bar of life flickered for Hikaru's status.
"Hikaru Wins!" Chris shouted, more in amazement than with happiness. Tim also gaped at the seemingly immortal Hikaru, and then up at Misaki who was smiling innocently. Tim started laughing happily. This was his first loss since he been handed since he had first started playing a year ago. It was a good feeling to finally have a rival so strong.
"Well, I had better get going. I was supposed to be at my room 20 minutes ago!" Chris said.
"Yea, I think I should get going too." Tim said in english, and then in Japanese "It was nice playing with you Misaki-chan. I guess I'll see all of you at the tournament then?"
"Hai!" she said and they shook hands. "Ill look forward to it Wolf-kun"
"Oooh ho!" exclaimed Tamayo who had stood around next to the younger girl and boy watching the match. "Kataro-chan has competition again! Ha Ha Haaaa!"
"What?! Bah! Baka!" the first boy responded and blushed.
Tim snickered a little as he left the room. As he walked over the bridge between the East and West Wing he realized his new friends must have flown in on the plane that had flown over an hour or so before. He walked through the west wing and made it to the elevators before he realized he was being followed. He turned around and stared Chris in the face. "Hey, look kid. Sorry, but I don't give out autographs."
Chris looked surprised "Eh?! That's too bad, I had hoped to get one too. But I wasn't following you Mr. Tim sir. I was only going to my room like I said I was going to."
Tim was slightly ashamed that he had chewed out his new friend. "Oh, sorry then. What room number are you then?"
"Umm, let me see" Chris said and rummaged in his pocket for a room key "4613"
"Really, that's the same direction I'm going then"
"Well, obviously, it wasn't like I was stalking you like any other obsessed American Angelic Layer fanatic would." As he said it, it was as if he realized he had just described himself, and he blushed. Tim laughed and the elevator opened up in front of them. It emptied out as Chris and Tim entered. They punched in for floor four and the elevator doors closed. "So where you from?" Tim asked friendlily.
"New York, New York" he said pleasantly "You?"
Tim almost fell over. "Just a bag of coincidences aren't you?" he mumbled.
"What's that?"
"Nothing...From the City, huh? I thought kids from around those parts were supposed to be tough. You don't look too weak, why were you letting that kid push you around down there"
Chris looked embarrassed. "Oh...I forgot to thank you for that."
"Nah', it was nothing. I cant stand people like him. AL is supposed to be fun. Dirty kids like him ruin it for all of us."
The elevator stopped and they started walking down the fourth floor corridor.
"So what got you into Angelic Layer?"
"Oh me? I saw it on T.V. about a year ago and tried it out. I wasn't very good at it, but I love building Angels. My brother used one of them and made it to the Northeast semi-finals. He thought he could win it until he...well... you beat him. He hasn't felt like playing Angelic Layer since then, so I thought I would use my own Angels from then on. Down there was only my second try at fighting."
Tim remembered the battle well. Against a Power-defense type Angel called Kage or 'Shadow'. It was extremely strong, and Tim had almost lost until he got a lucky hit in with seconds remaining to knock Kage off the layer. Tim had thought after that how easy the championship match was, and that really it could have been either of them headed for New York for the Internationals. Tim had an extreme respect for that Angel and Deus, and from then on that he had the same respect for his brother, Chris.
"That's too bad" Tim muttered. "He was one of the strongest opponents I've ever had, aside from that girl tonight. Im surprised you would even talk to me after that."
"Naw, he doesn't resent you and neither do I. He just feels its time to move on to other things he said. He had nothing but good things to say about the way you played."
Tim felt a little better after that, and suddenly felt very weary. They walked the rest of the way in silence until Tim came to his room and stopped. Chris stopped too and walked to the door across the hall. They slipped their room keys in, and said goodnight. Just before he Tim had closed the door, Chris foot shot into the gap to steady it.
"Um, I forgot to ask, can I have your autograph? I need an excuse for being late to my room." He asked holding up a sharpie and an official Angelic Layer hat. Too tired to realize what he was doing, Tim broke his own code and scribbled his name down on the hat, much to the pleasure of the wide eyed Chris. "See ya later kid" he mumbled and closed the door. Almost a second later he was in his bed fast asleep.
About half an hour later his parents walked in the room, severly drunk, hearing him mutter in his sleep "Silly wabbit tricks are for mumblemumbamum....."
"Aw, isn't that cute honey?" his mom observed "he must have fallen right asleep after we left. What a good boy"
The father did not here her as he too was fast asleep, and his mother followed suit. Within minutes the room was filled with the snores of the quite delusional O'Brian family.
"Typical Irish" Tim muttered
End Part Two
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Part Two
Tim wiped a bead of sweat off his eyebrow. Wolfwind stood facing Hikaru on his guard. They had decided on a three-round fight with each round lasting three minutes. Round one had been spectacular. Tim scolded himself for expecting anything less from a national champion. Wolfwind had been able to do nothing except dodge the relentless onslaught that Misaki had thrown upon him. He knew what he was in for now, and round two would be a more level playing field.
"You fight very well, Wolf-kun" the girl said referring to Tim by his Angel's name since she did not know his true name.
"Arigato" Tim responded. "You're quite good as well"
She smiled, and Chris, feeling the were both ready exclaimed "Ok, now for round two! Angelic Fight!"
Tim knew he couldn't rebound if Hikaru got the upper hand first, so Wolfwind charged ahead with a high jump kick. Hikaru dodged below as Tim thought she would and countered with a right uppercut. Wolfwind caught this with his left hand and used it to propel himself high into the air, flipping and spinning along the way. He came down hard with his knees which Hikaru dodged nimbly, coming full force with a kick of her own that found its mark in Wolfwinds side. It only grazed him though as he twitched out of the way. In an instant, Wolfwind grabbed Hikaru's outstretched leg and used her momentum to flip her and slam her onto the ground.
"Oh!!" Chris the announcer exclaimed. "Hikaru gets pounded into the layer!"
Wolfwind would not stick around to gloat however. Hikaru was dangerous even on the ground. He sprung away, but it was too slow. Hikaru grabbed Wolfwind by the foot as he was escaping and swung him around across the battle stage. It was only by luck that Wolfwind was sent the length of the layer and not thrown out. The flight was not long and he fell hard onto the layer, tumbling and skidding to a stop. Both Angels struggled to their feet. From the display on Tim's visor, they were both lacking severely in hit points, and the next blow could decide the match. Both Angels stood infront of their respective Deus's and charged. Since both were speed types, it was a dramatic blur to anyone watching. To Misaki and Tim however, it was almost slow motion as they picked apart each others position and unguarded spots. Tim chose to go low; Misaki went high.
Wolfwinds right foot plunged into Hikaru's gut just as Hikaru's right hand connected with the side of Wolfwinds face. Both were sent flying back in the direction that they came. When they came to a rest, neither of them moved. The display indicated they were both out of juice.
Tim smiled. "Heh, a double K.O. How 'bout that?"
Misaki smiled too. "Sorry, Wolf-kun. You fought great, but you know, Hikaru can't lose!" With that, to Tim's astonishment, Hikaru struggled up into a laid back position, but obviously not knocked out. It could probably not fight, but it occurred to Tim that he had read the display wrong. When he looked closer, a small fraction of a bar of life flickered for Hikaru's status.
"Hikaru Wins!" Chris shouted, more in amazement than with happiness. Tim also gaped at the seemingly immortal Hikaru, and then up at Misaki who was smiling innocently. Tim started laughing happily. This was his first loss since he been handed since he had first started playing a year ago. It was a good feeling to finally have a rival so strong.
"Well, I had better get going. I was supposed to be at my room 20 minutes ago!" Chris said.
"Yea, I think I should get going too." Tim said in english, and then in Japanese "It was nice playing with you Misaki-chan. I guess I'll see all of you at the tournament then?"
"Hai!" she said and they shook hands. "Ill look forward to it Wolf-kun"
"Oooh ho!" exclaimed Tamayo who had stood around next to the younger girl and boy watching the match. "Kataro-chan has competition again! Ha Ha Haaaa!"
"What?! Bah! Baka!" the first boy responded and blushed.
Tim snickered a little as he left the room. As he walked over the bridge between the East and West Wing he realized his new friends must have flown in on the plane that had flown over an hour or so before. He walked through the west wing and made it to the elevators before he realized he was being followed. He turned around and stared Chris in the face. "Hey, look kid. Sorry, but I don't give out autographs."
Chris looked surprised "Eh?! That's too bad, I had hoped to get one too. But I wasn't following you Mr. Tim sir. I was only going to my room like I said I was going to."
Tim was slightly ashamed that he had chewed out his new friend. "Oh, sorry then. What room number are you then?"
"Umm, let me see" Chris said and rummaged in his pocket for a room key "4613"
"Really, that's the same direction I'm going then"
"Well, obviously, it wasn't like I was stalking you like any other obsessed American Angelic Layer fanatic would." As he said it, it was as if he realized he had just described himself, and he blushed. Tim laughed and the elevator opened up in front of them. It emptied out as Chris and Tim entered. They punched in for floor four and the elevator doors closed. "So where you from?" Tim asked friendlily.
"New York, New York" he said pleasantly "You?"
Tim almost fell over. "Just a bag of coincidences aren't you?" he mumbled.
"What's that?"
"Nothing...From the City, huh? I thought kids from around those parts were supposed to be tough. You don't look too weak, why were you letting that kid push you around down there"
Chris looked embarrassed. "Oh...I forgot to thank you for that."
"Nah', it was nothing. I cant stand people like him. AL is supposed to be fun. Dirty kids like him ruin it for all of us."
The elevator stopped and they started walking down the fourth floor corridor.
"So what got you into Angelic Layer?"
"Oh me? I saw it on T.V. about a year ago and tried it out. I wasn't very good at it, but I love building Angels. My brother used one of them and made it to the Northeast semi-finals. He thought he could win it until he...well... you beat him. He hasn't felt like playing Angelic Layer since then, so I thought I would use my own Angels from then on. Down there was only my second try at fighting."
Tim remembered the battle well. Against a Power-defense type Angel called Kage or 'Shadow'. It was extremely strong, and Tim had almost lost until he got a lucky hit in with seconds remaining to knock Kage off the layer. Tim had thought after that how easy the championship match was, and that really it could have been either of them headed for New York for the Internationals. Tim had an extreme respect for that Angel and Deus, and from then on that he had the same respect for his brother, Chris.
"That's too bad" Tim muttered. "He was one of the strongest opponents I've ever had, aside from that girl tonight. Im surprised you would even talk to me after that."
"Naw, he doesn't resent you and neither do I. He just feels its time to move on to other things he said. He had nothing but good things to say about the way you played."
Tim felt a little better after that, and suddenly felt very weary. They walked the rest of the way in silence until Tim came to his room and stopped. Chris stopped too and walked to the door across the hall. They slipped their room keys in, and said goodnight. Just before he Tim had closed the door, Chris foot shot into the gap to steady it.
"Um, I forgot to ask, can I have your autograph? I need an excuse for being late to my room." He asked holding up a sharpie and an official Angelic Layer hat. Too tired to realize what he was doing, Tim broke his own code and scribbled his name down on the hat, much to the pleasure of the wide eyed Chris. "See ya later kid" he mumbled and closed the door. Almost a second later he was in his bed fast asleep.
About half an hour later his parents walked in the room, severly drunk, hearing him mutter in his sleep "Silly wabbit tricks are for mumblemumbamum....."
"Aw, isn't that cute honey?" his mom observed "he must have fallen right asleep after we left. What a good boy"
The father did not here her as he too was fast asleep, and his mother followed suit. Within minutes the room was filled with the snores of the quite delusional O'Brian family.
"Typical Irish" Tim muttered
End Part Two
If you read this, PLEEEZ review. We didn't get such a great turnout last time. The only reason I posted this one was because of the last review on chapt. 1, so if I get more on 2, 3 will be up much quicker