A/N In response to the reviews of the mysterious Guest. I just wanted to let you know so I don't get your hopes up; no, this isn't going to have a romantic relationship between Mike/Otanashi and Julie/Yuri. I'm sorry. I do, however, have something in store for the existing relationship.

"All right," Mike began. "Let's have it. What are all of the things that you dreamed you would do?"

They were strolling on the main path, overlooking the fields. Below them, students enjoyed their clubs. People in shorts stretched and ran on the track, others battled on the tennis courts. Under the hot sun, kids slammed pitches on the baseball diamonds, and shot passes on the soccer field.

"Hmm," Julie replied, gulping from a can of juice she'd bought. "I've always wanted to do more than most people. Why do you suppose that is?"

"Uh… because you weren't able to do what you wanted when you were alive?"

Julie's face glowed. "Hey, you're right! Maybe that's it."

"So, what was your life like-"

Singing to herself, Julie ran on ahead. Muttering, Mike followed after.

He found her sitting on the bleachers, legs swinging beneath her. He sat down. "So, tell me. Just what do you want to do?"

She cocked her head. "Well, let's see. Baseball! I want to hit a homerun! I was planning on practicing at it, see, once I got settled into the band."

Mike laughed. "Balancing a band and a sport, that's kinda a lot to handle. But if necessary, I guess-

"And then, of course, there's soccer!"

"Heh-what?"

"Soccer! Remember how everyone was so into it as kids? I want to get good at it!"

Mike slumped. Seriously… who in their right mind would play two sports, and be in a band? How in the world had Julie come up with such crazy dreams? "Well… I guess…"

"And after that, pro-wrestling!"

Mike choked on his coffee. "Huh?"

Julie nodded vigorously. "I've always been so impressed with their grace and ability of movement. Besides, then I can thwomp Harry. Of course, this might be a-ways into the future."

Mikes eyes were shut tight. I should be getting paid for this, he thought. He opened his eyes.

"All right. Let's do it.

Julie gazed up at him. "huh?

"Let's help you reach these points. We'll do wrestling first, that sounds easiest." Mike started loosening his sleeves. "What move did you want to learn?"

"The German Suplex! It's when you grip your opponent by their waist and then pile-drive their noggin right into the ground!" Julie smiled. "I want to grind you into the ground until you scream for life!"

Mike's jaw worked. I was dead wrong, he realized. This is going to be very far from easy. And I'm probably going to die. "…Right. Let's do it…"

Beaming, Julie jumped up. Springing up to him, she grabbed him around the waist, from the back.

Mike's eyes widened as he was lifted into the air. "Whoa… you're actually pretty strong. You've got this!"

But Julie's arms were trembling with the exertion. With a yell, she flew Mike up-and he flew away from her, coming down to the bleachers with a slam.

"Maybe it is impossible for a girl," Julie wondered, as Mike writhed in agony behind her.

"N-no!" he choked. "You were really close! Let's try it again, but on grass. Or I will die. Seriously die."

Once they had secured a quiet corner of the fields to themselves, Mike gazed at Julie severely. "All right. If you ever want to pull off a wrestling move like a Suplex, then you're going to need to seriously build up your strength. It's going to be hard, and arduous. It's going to involve running laps, doing pushups, and the Rocky sound track. Are you ready?"

-One Training Montage Later-

"One… two… three…." Mike wheezed, his head pounded into the turf. His legs kicked feebly. "Ding-ding… you win the match."

Julie sprung up. "I did it!" she cried, as Mike collapsed into the grass. "I performed a German Suplex! And it only took 7 hours of training!"

She turned to Mike eagerly. "When can I become a master of soccer?"

"Tomorrow. Tonight, I need to curl up in a ball."

"Whoa," Julie exclaimed the next morning in the cafeteria. "I've never seen someone with a face so many colors!"

Mike grunted and sat down beside her, not speaking.

"Here, I got you some breakfast," she offered, pushing over a plate of eggs. "I'm really grateful that you're being so nice to me, you know. Most people try to ignore me."

Mike sighed. "Naw. To tell you the truth, everyone I know really likes you. It's just fun to have a lower-class man to mess with." He glanced at her. "So, for soccer. Will scoring a goal against a goalie work for you?"

"You kidding? I have to dribble past 4 people, and then make it past the goalie! Just like the pros!"

Mike slumped into his eggs. Aw, come on. What kinda life had this chick had, to give her these expectations?

Mike came across TK outside the administration building, turning headstands into head spins. Students on the path split around him, giving him a wide berth.

"Hey man," Mike called as he walked up. "I was looking for you."

"Liven' on a prayer, halfway there!" TK greeted. "Days like today are made to be rocked!"

"Yes," Mike agreed, taking the safe route. "Hey, could you do me a favor? Something's come up. I need you to gather up the guys I list off. It's really important."

Flipping onto his feet, TK leaned backward, his head resting on the grass as he plucked a flower from the ground. Zipping back up, he stepped forward, and tucked behind a student's ear as she passed by. As she stopped, derailed, he turned to Mike and nodded an affirmative.

At 11:30 that morning, 5 of the guys of Battlefront met for an urgent strategy meeting in the men's bathroom.

"OK dude, what's up?" Emm asked, leaning against a sink. Jake lurked near him, TK and Harry stood by Mike's other side.

Mike glanced around carefully. Everyone leaned in. "All right. This morning, I found a note, from Angel." He procured a piece of paper.

Jake ripped it from his hands. "Lemme see this… "

Emmanuel laughed. "Don't be silly Jake. You can't read."

Jake turned scarlet, and he quickly read the note.

"It's absurd that you can call yourself men when you can't even defeat a single girl." The guys' eyes widened. "I'll pone your wussy skills through a battle of strength. Meet me on the soccer fields after school. Punks. Sincerely, Angel." Jake's hands were shaking. "Why, how dare she! That arrogant little snob!"

"This doesn't make any sense. Why would Angel threaten us?" Harry noted.

Darn it, Mike thought. I choose you guys because, in the nicest way possible, you're all morons. Now is not the time to be clever. "It's a different Angel now, remember? The Fallen Angels have control."

"Hey, that's right!" Emmanuel snarled. "We still haven't gotten back at them for stabbing us!"

But Jake was storming off. "I'm not going to let some girl tell me what to do. I'm going to report this to Winnie."

Mike rushed up to him. "Jake, Jake, calm down. Think of what this will do to her. Winnie's so busy right now, with all of her uber-important plans. This would just be one more thing for her to worry about. However, if we deal with it ourselves… Then I'm sure she'd be really grateful. And very impressed."

Jake stopped in his tracks.

Harry and Mike exchanged a glance.

"We can't let this pass…" Emm growled. "₪ I grew up on the street! My father was a cockroach and my mother was the Hudson River! Ain't no woman going to insult my manhood!"

"My memory has just been sold," added TK.

"Right!" Mike yelled pumping his fist. "As the men of the Battlefront, we must defend our honor! Come on, guys, let's send her to cleaners!"

"My angel is the centerfold!"