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This chapter came out a little short. Sorry!
Disclaimer: Angelic Layer belongs to the awesome Clamp. And DDR is copyright the awesome people who made it and all their awesomeness.
So drop the Bomb… the songs rock/techno music continued till the end as Chris and Miyako finished their game of Dance Dance Revolution. Drop the Bomb was one of Chris's favorite songs to play. While Miyako thought it was hard and preferred Butterfly.
Oscar was really nice, even nice enough to spend money on a DDR machine. On fifteen-minute breaks everyone crowded around the large machine to usually watch Miyako and Claire, but in this case Miyako and Chris, battle each other in the game on the most difficult of dances. What can I say? The girls are DDR champions; they could waste fifty dollars in quarters by playing this game alone. It was also good practice right before a recital or something that involved precise movement exactly at the right time.
Chris grinned as she managed to beat her friend by about one hundred points. Miyako crossed her arms over her chest and said that one of the pads had suddenly stopped working.
In an attempt to cheer her up, even though Miyako was definitely faking it, Chris asked if she would like to battle in a public tournament that was being held on the beach. Miyako's eyes lit up and she vigorously nodded 'Yes'. Chris and Miyako changed and signed out for today, said good-bye to Oscar and left the studio.
"Didja bring Haru?"
"Yes, I carry her around everywhere." Miyako pulled out her silver-haired Angel as proof.
Chris nodded, and her eyes widened as she saw something a little farther down the sidewalk. Since I've never mentioned this before I will say it now; Chris is always on the 'boy lookout' she goes kind of nuts around cute boys. "Oooo! Boy!" she pointed and almost squealed.
Miyako followed her pointed and her eyes widened too. The boy Chris just HAD to point out was a guy named Rick Lowenthal, aka the guy who Miyako had a crush on since she was twelve. He was much taller than she was, bright brown eyes and light brown hair, and was on the soccer team. Instantly she turned away and walked to a railing separating the sidewalk from the street.
Her friend only smirked at her behavior. And we all know what her smirks mean… total humiliation. "YO RICKY!" she called at him waving an arm in the air.
Miyako was so ready to spin around and just deck Chris in the jaw. Rick glanced in their direction, walking over towards Chris and Miyako.
"What are you doing?" the red head whispered to the blonde.
"Introducing you." She said happily. "Hey Ricky." She said as he approached.
"'Sup Chris?" he asked, apparently already knowing Chris.
"Have ya met my friend Miyako yet?" the tomboy grabbed Miyako by the neck of her black shirt and dragged her to face Rick.
"Hey aren't you that girl in my Spanish class?" Rick asked examining Miyako.
She nodded weakly, but looked up at him when he started laughing. "What's so funny?"
Rick pointed at her shirt, sticking out from the black was a pink wad of gum where she had leaned on the railing. The girl started turning as red as her hair. Rick turned around and laughed all the way down the sidewalk, leaving a humiliated Miyako and a stunned Chris.
"Well that went better than expected." Chris said, "Don't 'cha think Miyako?" she felt a sudden sharp pain in her stomach, where Miyako's fist connected with her abdomen.
"Ladies and gentleman we have a walk in Deus. What's your name little lady?" the announcer held the microphone in front of the red head.
"Miyako Haya." She said, her voice and name coming out from several speakers set up on the beach.
"And your Angel?"
"Angel Haru."
He then leaned over to another girl with dark brown hair and gray eyes, "And our other competitor! What would be your name?"
"Kacy Armstrong."
"And your Angel's name?"
"Angel Lacy." The Angel referred to as 'Lacy' was an Angel about Haru's size, with a long white gown, light blue hair, and held a long white baton for a weapon.
"Alright! Now that we know your names lets know how you battle! Angel Haru, Angel Lacy! To the Layer!"
Kacy and Miyako each sat at one end of a table with an average size layer placed on top. Chris was watched from the crowd gathered around the stage.
Lacy fell in first, her gown flew up and revealed long white stocking underneath. She opened her icy blue eyes and stared at the yet-to-fall-in Haru.
The pop Angel fell in next, falling in without any fancy movement. She landed with one leg outstretched behind her, one knee on the ground. Was held up by her right arm and the other gripped the silver bass guitar behind her back. The yet-to-be-braided hair fell in her face before she stood up. They told us before the match we could use our weapons. But we've never used the guitar yet so we'll have to start from scratch, Haru.
A few images popped in her brain, mostly of concerts where she watched the guitar players. Before Miyako knew it Haru had strummed a few notes on her guitar. Which made the audience giggle.
"Angelic Fight!" the announcer cried letting the battle begin.
Haru kind of just stood there stupidly, till Chris shouted something from the audience. "Haru! Do the worm!"
What the heck is she yapping about? Miyako thought, before noticing Lacy was speeding towards her ready to punch. The silver haired Angel dropped to her stomach, avoiding the punch.
Chris continued yelling stuff, "Bust a move! Like Metallica!"
Is she even ALLOWED to help me? The red head was getting annoyed, but remembered Metallica break dancing, bust mostly when she spun on her head with her legs outstretched.
Balancing on her head Haru outstretched her legs and spun. In a sense it was an attack, seeing as she managed to land a lot of kicks.
"Shani style!"
"Stop helping me!" Miyako cried back, but took Chris's advice. Haru stood up and used some of Shani's light, quick steps. She danced over to Lacy who had sustained a lot of damage; now in range Haru did something of her own. She brought the guitar around slamming it into Lacy's back. The bass made one of those weird sounds when someone breaks a banjo over someone else's head in a cartoon. It didn't break but it sure did make Miyako giggle.
Lacy landed on the other side of the layer, out cold.
A cricket started chirping, even though it was the beach. "…" The announcer paused, "That was an… interesting match… But Angel Haru takes the win with her dance-like styled attacks. And with that weird weapon." He added the last part silently.
It took a moment but the audience finally clapped, after Chris started them off with some hoots and whistles. They whispered amongst themselves about what a weird match it was, but how impressive it was all the same.
The red head removed her head set, Haru shut down as she did. She started turning red as the audience applauded her, even if it was a crowd of only fifteen. She blushed more when she noticed Rick was among the fifteen. He's here! Omigosh omigosh! OMIGOSH! She picked up her Angel and leapt off the stage. Thanks all the same Haru! We did great!
"That was some fancy shootin' Tex." Chris said as she finally caught up with Miyako. She was being kind of weird now.
"One, you helped me. And two, I hate it when you say junk like that." Miyako mumbled back.
"One, I shouted out crap but you were the one who pulled it off so technically I was only giving you advice. Two, I love it when you get irritated at what I say."
"Just shut up." Miyako growled back, shoving her hands in her pockets, and placing the Angel in a pocket in her backpack.
"So what do you think of Miss Miyako?" Kita asked, staring up at Jesse with a curious look.
"Well, she's cute."
"Boys…" the girl rolled her eyes, "I mean do you think she has potential?"
"I think she's got lots of potential. And the potential to make a good girlfr- OW!" he yelped as the ten year old leapt onto a chair and whacked him with a rolled up Time magazine.
"Just once I'd like you to stop thinking about girls. Thank you for observing her first battle for us. I don't think we'll need much more on her so you're free to go." Kita dismissed him with a wave of her hand. After collecting his observation notes of course.
"So… Miss Miyako. What do you have in store for us?" she mumbled to herself.