(Mini)Chapter 6: Icchan's Point of View
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"Muahaha." He chuckled evilly and got into the elevator. His mind was on the random exhibition game he had watched. Ohjiro's fans had

persuaded him to play an exhibition game, and so Icchan had arrived a little early. The game before Ohjiro's, #18, had been interestsing. Very

interesting.

The elevator doorbell dinged. Icchan got out. "Ogata!"

"Yes, chief Mi-Icchan?" Ogata answered.

"I crave Ramen!" Icchan barked at the poor man. He would have added that he only needed to be called Icchan around kids, but he was too

hungry to argue with anyone. "Bring me 1 and seven sixteenths packets of Ramen, noodles slightly soggy, in 4 minutes!"

"But Chief, what if I can't get it by then?" Ogata whimpered.

"DIE!" Icchan yelled, flecks of spittle flying everywhere. Ogata screamed and ran off to get Ramen. Icchan mulled over the strange deus's

moves. He knew that boy from the plane ride back from his conference. Akiru, his name had been Akiru. Icchan had sensed this boy's

interests, and fighter's instinct, and had dropped an Angel Egg for him to have. He couldn't have been playing for more than a day before

that game. Interesting.

His Ramen arrived. Luckily Icchan had taped the whole match. As he ate, he watched the angel in the blue and maroon, Akiru's angel, slam

his foot into the other angel's midriff; the other angel flipping and skidding on the layer's surface.

"I should take him to the tournament room sometime. To practice on the tournament layers. To prepare him. OGATA! WHAT ARE YOU

DOING, HANGING AROUND DOING NOTHING!" Icchan summoned his pathetic lackey, who took his empty Ramen dishes. "Good

little Ogata. Now, look up the history on one Akiru Takahashi. NOW!"

"But chief, why? Is this going to be Misaki Suzuhara all over again?"

"JEEZ, SHUT UP! DON'T ASK QUESTIONS! JUST DO IT!"

"H-hai!" Ogata scurried off to do his master's bidding. He walked over to the big screen computer, which was projected onto a whole wall.

He typed in Akiru's name. A few results came up.

"Look at the birth dates." Icchan ordered. Ogata obeyed. Only one seemed to be the right age. He clicked on it. A big picture of Akiru filled

the wall, followed by information on him.

"MUAHAHA! Take the information, Ogata. Take it, and Make an Angel Card. Now." Icchan chuckled, for no apparent reason. "Akiru

Takahashi…" Ogata scrambled to get some plastic to put in the printer. "Akiru Takahashi…"