Our internet antenna broke while a storm was in our country. Uwaa! It was sad enough that there was no electricity for so many days, then our wifi provider couldn't even take the time to fix our connection! We already reminded them of it, like, 3 times! It's a good thing that my uncle's here in weekends and he has a pocket wifi! Hooray!

Silence was surrounding the grand room. Only the sound of wood coming in contact with wood can be heard at some place inside. The sharp 'ticks' that the sounds make echoes all throughout without anything disturbing the silent rhythm; one might think that it was caused by an object designed to produce those sounds. But despite all this, there was an interruption to the tranquility of the room inside the palace.

A deep baritone voice resonated across the air as fluid words escaped from a - obviously a man's – mouth. "Akashi, I would be somewhat straight-forward in what I'm about to tell you," he waited for a moment before saying his next words. "Me, as well as the others, are eager for answers."

"Oh? Well do tell me, Shintaro, what could it be that you and the other Miracles are so hungry for?" a silky smooth voice washed through the quietness. The sound of shogi board pieces being moved from their places have already stopped. The Emperor's answer was doubted by the King of Shutoku. The King knew that the man sitting across from him had already grasped what his question is about.

"You said that you will be straight-forward in asking me," before Midorima could reply, his momentum was broken by the emperor's statement. "Yet I do not remember hearing from you the subject of your curiosity,"

"Yes," Midorima said. "I had the impression that you already knew or have been aware of what I just inquired."

"I am?" Akashi decided to break the man's composure first.

"Uh…yes, I believe so."

"Do pray tell, Shintaro, what is on your mind?"

Midorima Shintaro contemplated for a bit before he said, "Recently, we have recognized the symp-, I mean, strangeness of your behavior. A few moons ago, you were absolutely resentful because of our-, rather, The Annoying One and Ahomine's plan. But we can't help but notice that since your…uhm, stroll, you have been acting quite…uncanny."

A deep chuckle was heard next. Midorima was stiff after hearing such melody, but in his own view, it was the perfect mirror to the person's personality, which he, even though a long-time friend, he is still unable to understand. "I wonder too."

The King was rather perplexed at the answer he got. It was very enigmatic, much like the person. He has no choice but to measure his words to get its real meaning. "I…" he cleared his throat. "Understand." He promptly stood up after his guest did.

"Then again, I guess we have had our time finished. I will return to Rakuzan now, Shintaro. Good day. Thank you for the pleasant company."

"The feeling is mutual, Your Majesty."

"Hnn," he merely got a short answer before Akashi left to his 'merry way.' The ruler of the entire empire's black wings with intricate twists of gold were released as he glided elegantly through the sky. They were big and magnificent. It was clear that he is of high rank, because in their realm and the other, it was common knowledge that the size and beauty of your wings tells about your skill and status.

Kuroko waltzed around her palace with her armor in place. She went on her business until she heard people talking in the Scion's pavilion. She soundlessly jumped to the top of the roof in order not to be seen. Why she hid even though her natural skill of hiding her presence was enough to conceal her, was only due to precaution. The Uncrowned Kings were not to be underestimated.

"I'm telling you guys, you should convince her to join in the ball!" I demanded to all of them.

"Uh-huh… yeah, sure" The ever sadistic Hanamiya said.

"Satsuki, are you going to eat that? No Kagami…I'm eating it, not you. I have more muscles than you, therefore, I need more meat." Nebuya said.

"Damn it! Give it to me!" Kagami Taiga yelled as he jumped from the table to the other side which was occupied by Nebuya Eikichi.

"Guys… Listen to me!" I can't help but yell in frustration as I tried to get their attention. Luckily, it seemed to do the trick.

"Yay! I get to see Tetsumi-chan dressed up! Yay~" Kotaro-kun said. I ran to him and hugged the man as we both clung into each other and cheered.

"Yay! Yay! Yay!"

"Maa maa. You two have a point there. I think it would be fun to see Kuroko-chan all dolled-up! Maybe I should bring some frills and silk! Right, Satsuki-chan?" A soft voice permitted my senses and I danced around my second ally.

"I'm so glad to have you in my side, Kiyoshi-kun!"

Kuroko Tetsumi had heard enough and gracefully landed in front of the pavilion. Her hair landed just as elegantly to frame her face as she stared at them and tilted her head in confusion. "Satsuki-chan, I thought that I have already made my decision on this matter."

"B-but, Tetsu-" Momoi Satsuki, leader of all Seers in the realm was interjected while in mid-sentence by none other than her best-friend and queen.

"I said that I will go. End of discussion."

"But you'll only watch from the sidelines! You won't even let anyone see you," the Seer whined and crossed her arms under her well-endowed chest.

Kuroko sighed and said in a much gentler tone, "Don't worry, I'll still wear the dress that you gave me."

Stars practically shone from Momoi's eyes as she skipped happily to make sure that the dress will be perfect; absolutely perfect.

As the pink-haired woman went off to do her 'perfecting' abilities, Hanamiya Makoto, the Bad Boy amongst the Scions of the Upper Realm, found his new entertainment. He looked over Kuroko Tetsumi as she inspected her perfectly made finger nails. He inconspicuously went behind the female as he prepared to do his prank when-

"Hana-chan, stop please? I've sensed you walking, or is it tip-toeing?" she told him in a very monotonous voice that suggests her word to be not of false pretences. She slowly turned to face his direction as his shoulders slumped because of his once again failed attempt.

The dark-haired Scion sighed. "Hai~ Hai~"

I turned away from Hana-chan after that.

Pacing around the pristine white meeting place of the Scions in the Upper realm made me think about the large pavilion. Its appeal and visage takes in the impression of importance and fairness. Once more, I noted on how it looks as if we were trying to actually play the part; the one that humans try to visualize about us.

The way that they see us, with our wings and powers, they try to think of a place where we reside in.

Humans…

I am not noble nor am I always thinking of their well-being.

So why is it that they look up to us as if we're their saviors from their corrupt world?

Their misconceptions of how all of us are divinely good and residing in ethereally beautiful places. Some might be quite right but others are just wrong.

This place looks like something from a child's fantasy, I couldn't help but conclude for the nth time.

"Neh, Hana-chan," I called out to the sadistic Alpha. "Come play with me."

I saw, or rather, felt him smirk at my challenge. "It's on!"

After that confirmation, we are both soaring up, towards the azure sky. His dark green wings, large and powerful, are flapping majestically across the horizon; we both went to the coliseum at the deep part of the capital. Our entrance to the gates was seen by one individual as that random person spread the news. Before long, the arena was filled with winged-people.

I produced my own smirk; barely noticeable, but still, a smirk. I watched Hana-chan gulp at my action. He knew that I'm going to go all out. Maybe not all, but enough to have him defeated at the first minute. I walked slowly to him as I cocked my head to the side.

Then I asked, "Is this going to be a winged battle or not?"

Winged battles…

Yes.

I remember the thrill of it.

I never was the one to socialize and talk amiably to someone. Maybe to some, I can, but in general? My Aniue tells me that I'm too reserved.

I can only tell what I'm feeling inside in the way that my sword clashes to another's. The raw emotions, my thoughts, they can only be told by my actions. I leave all the talking to my Aniue.

And because of this, it gives others all the more reason to call me a phantom.

One of the many other reasons…

Winged battles are the ones were we can use our powers besides our superior human strength and abilities.

I hope, that Hana-chan says yes…

"No… I don't want a winged one," he said.

No such luck…

I wanted a winged one…

But I need to respect his decision; I was the one who challenged after all.

I walked up to the center as he followed suit. I hid my wings after he did.

The two Scions of the upper realm made their way towards the center. The male one, with the dark green wings with eerie black designs of flowers is lean, with a well-built torso and a handsome face. The very same face is currently in a smirk; a frightful one. His black hair contrasts to his pale skin, eyes hidden beneath his bangs.

The other person, a female of average height, has powder blue hair that reached her waist. The woman's wings are a mesmerizing white with golden tips. While the tips start from gold, it slowly fades into silver; hints of gold are still present as they create swirls across the snow-covered feathers. Compared to the man, her face is in an emotionless state as she stared down at the man in front of her.

Both have their own armors. Though the man, Hanamiya Makoto, have only a few metal enclosed parts, the vital areas are protected. His boots are made of very hard material as it travels up to his knees, hugging the muscles around it. His hands are covered by the same material as it extends to his elbows. A powerful individual have their own wings as their shield. The armor is not particularly necessary as they can always wear their robes in battle. The dark-haired man has his robes around his frame that reaches his calf muscles. The flowing light material glides gracefully with his actions as it gives him the idea of a deity of war. His looks give off the impression of a gallant hero, but his actions and his merciless smile says otherwise.

Kuroko Tetsumi had her breasts covered whilst her neck and shoulders are exposed. A fair amount of cleavage is seen, decent compared to others, yet also provocative in some way. It has a high possibility that her brother would freak out at the sight. Her own hands are covered the same way as the other, her feet are the same. She wore a skirt covering her lower body until mid-thigh. Her back is laced by a string as it creates a pattern similar to a corset to secure her garment to her body. Around her neck is a long, light blue silk tied in a fashionable style.

Both have their own swords hoisted to their hip as they fingered the hilt. They both drew their glinting weapons as they raised them. As they positioned themselves in their stances, they had a mutual understanding, the battle started the same time they pulled their swords.

The metals clashed. They exchanged blows; the audience is holding their breaths as they wait for the outcome. The two people are both magnificent, prodigies they are. It would seem that they are both equally skilled, that is what they thought. But then, Hanamiya struck down, Kuroko dodged as she skipped backwards. Just as Hanamiya raised his arms, sword in hand, the queen regent disappeared. His eyes widened in fear, he tried to sense and find her, but it was too late.

He felt it.

The hard handle of the maiden's hand is pressed at his mid-section. There is also a small trail of liquid travelling his neck. He has no doubts that in a true battle, he is already dead. The male Scion is frozen in shock. He slowly glanced downwards; his opponent's soft blue tresses are under his raised arms while her left hand is suspended beside his pulse.

Her long pointed nails, which have been changed into knife-like sharpness, pricked him slightly on his neck.

That would explain the blood.

She always had that ability, something she honed through the years; changing her nails from long harmless ones into deadly ones.

Hanamiya Makoto sighed, he lost, once more.

I looked at Hana-chan as he sighed gently. His dark pools gazed back at me. Blankly, I stared at him. We both retracted our weapons before we stepped back at an appropriate distance and bowed. When we both spar, we always ignore the customary bow before the battle. Maybe it's because of our rebellious streaks, maybe not.

I smiled at him. One of my rarest; the one I use to those close to me. I unfolded my wings as I ascended out of the place.

I wonder if Aniue waited for me long, I wondered as I fingered the fabric that he gave me all those years ago.

Our class went to a science exhibit! I got a few freebies! yay...

Thanks for the support, guys!

And hey, I was wondering, should I buy an 'Attck on Titan's' jacket or should I just buy a book? Need help +_+