Here is chapter two of my brand new story, "Shining Angel"! The person I dedicated this story to LOVES it, so I'm going to keep updating! YAY! All of you guys who reviewed were an inspiration, too! Thanks, everyone, and enjoy this chapter!

"Shining Angel"

Talking/Actions

Thoughts/ Emphasis

A few hours later, when Tiffany calmed down enough, she looked over to the cell opposite of her. The boy they dumped in there was still looking at her quietly, with the quality of a scared animal.

Tiffany thought, What the heck? If he's going to be a fellow contestant, why not get acquaintanced? She called out, "Hey. What's your name?"

The boy looked away from her and replied, "M-my n-name? Em-Emmanuel Hanakage. W-what's yours?"

Emmanuel's voice shook so badly, it made Tiffany wonder what they did to him.

She replied, "My name is Tiffany Van Shaninguenjeru. It's a mouthful, so you can just call me Tiffany."

The boy was maybe five feet, six inches- an inch shorter than herself-, who looks like he is in his early teens. He was dark skinned- not too dark, though. His skin color bordered between dark caramel to brown, although if it was that color because of the horrible lighting and dirt covering him or just his natural color, she couldn't tell. He had chocolate brown eyes and curly black hair- which was cut really short. He was quite average, but looked as if he hasn't been getting enough food and was quite depressed.

He nodded and asked, "W-why are y-you in here? Y-you seem like an n-nice person."

Tiffany slumped in her cross-legged position, with her back to the wall, and replied, "I have no idea. I went to bed last night and woke up here this morning. What about you? What's your story?"

Emmanuel got into a sitting position, holding his knees tightly, and explained, "I… I don't know, either… I just woke up in a meadow yesterday, with no clue where I was and I only had a tome and the clothes on me, along with a few thousand dollars in cash in the back pocket of my pants. A few hours later, all those people in black suits and stun guns showed up and tried to take me. Naturally, I ran away. Well, 'tried to run away' would be the accurate wording."

She looked at him with somber eyes and said, "I'm sorry. This might be unrelated to the topic we were just discussing in, but you stopped stammering just now."

He chuckled and replied, "Well, that is because I stammer when I'm scared or nervous. As for why you made me feel comfortable, I have no idea. I guess there is something about you that I trust."

Tiffany smiled warmly and said, "I think I feel the same towards you. Thanks for having this conservation with me."

Emmanuel was just about to say something when the hallway door slammed open and Arev and Nezia walked in, Nezia holding a paper.

Nezia squeaked, "Everyone! The Zanpakutō Tournament has officially started! You will all be released from your cells, paired with your sponsor, explained all the fundamentals of the tournament, prepared for the interview, and then you will undergo the best part- training!"

At that moment, Tiffany realized that when Nezia said 'everyone', she didn't mean just her and Emmanuel, but all the contestants, who have been in the hallway all this time. All the cell doors opened and the contestants stepped out.

Nezia warned, "Everyone has to follow us! Whoever decides to stay in their cell will have to experience an acid shower and, of course, die! Now, on that happy thought, let's go and meet your sponsors!"

Omake #2

Me: Yay! My second chappie!

Tiffany: Seriously, 'chappie'?

Me: What? People on FanFiction can come up with whatever they want!

Tiffany: Whatever. As long you portray me in a good light, I'll be satisfied, Fukutaichou.

Me: Of course! I exist to serve my Taichou!

Tiffany: Hmm... So you do. Get me an AK-47, Blackbird, Semi-automatic Uzi, a couple hundred grenades, a military fort, and an low-fat caramel mocha latte.

Me:*gulps* W-what do you need that for?

Tiffany: All the before-mentioned stuff is to take over and control an Barnes and Noble bookstore; the mocha latte is for me to cool off as I sit upon my throne of books.

Me: Uhh... I don't think so?

Tiffany: Of course not! Just laugh at my joke!

Me:*laughs weakly and nervously*

Tiffany:*pulls out a semi-automatic Uzi* LAUGH.

Me: *laughing and sobbing hysterically*

Tiffany: Good boy. *turns to the readers* Since Emmax is too busy bawling and laughing his eyes and larynx out, respectively, Review, please!