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[Original] New Beginnings: Chapter Seven
This is a short chapter, I know. And while I did leave you hanging with the Kaijou and Dai instances, I will let you know that Chapter Eight answers their story, okay? I just didn't feel like continuing their story in the way that I ended the last chapter.
Title: Chapter Seven: Meetings of a Different Kind
Fandom: Original [references to Tokyo Mew Mew, Bakuten! Shoot Beyblade, and maybe Digimon, but they can be easily changed around and revamped.]
Claimer: All mine this go around. Please don't think of stealing. x_x;
The meetings of the Angel council always suggested something formal and majestic. No one knew quite why, but one could guess that it was because, well, the group was always people with angelic blood in them.
Yet, as Angelique sauntered into the empty classroom that would hold this week’s meeting, one quick glance told her that this was not a formal, stuffy, old-fashioned kind of meeting.
Sitting on top of a desk, the blonde let a sigh escape her lips. What was this? It didn’t look like the majestic Angel Council meetings that she had dreamed of for years; it didn’t even resemble the professional manner of the Council meetings back at Phantasy Prep or MizuUni (Mizuho University School).
It was really just a bunch of kids gathered together during recess with some teacher (who also happened to have angelic blood) to discuss issues with the school’s Honor Code.
To the other kids, it may be fun and games.
Angelique, however, found it utterly boring. Maybe even a little… oh; she didn’t know how to describe it… immature?
“Hey, guys, watch this!”
Her thoughts were jolted by a rather tall blond boy wielding a giant bubble wand in his hands. Like Angelique, he was an exchange student from some European country (or in Angelique’s case, her father served in the magical world’s equal of a military, so she was constantly moving around).
Now, what was his name again? Something odd, she recalled… French, maybe?
“Stop it. You’re being really immature,” Angelique called, glaring at the boy.
In return, he simply grinned. “Aw, is Angelique too mean to see how innocent this is?”
She huffed, crossing her arms. “Marche Lennox, will you please stop it?”
Ah, so that was his name. Marche simply stared at her, tilting his head to the side; it seemed he was more amused by the situation than anything.
“Angelique,” He murmured.
As they were both angels, it was no surprise that she could hear every word that rolled off the tip of his tongue. She studied him over; they were both from France (or well, Angelique was in birth and name only. Marche had lived there for most of his life), yet… there was something missing for them to form a bond.
Was it each of their personalities? The fact that while Angelique was a full angel, Marche wasn’t? (No one really knew what Marche’s father was – they knew his mother was an angel)
Who knew? And as the angels said, does the creator really mind?
She snapped back, “What is it?”
“For an angel, you’re awfully remorse,” He replied just as softly, setting his bubble wand on the ground. “I don’t want to start a fight, Angelique. But is this really as bad as you make it out to be?”
She opened her mouth to speak. “I—”
The door opened; the guidance counselor, who was also an angel, sat down in a chair in the middle of the room to preside over the students seated around the room.
The fight was over – it was an unspoken rule that when the council started, the pettiness of fights were automatically resolved, no matter how unfair it felt.
Angelique finally succumbed to sitting down, her eyes glancing over at the room next door. Supposedly, that was where Professor Takahashi was supposed to be when he wasn’t teaching his random class on friendship bonds. Who was he with, anyhow?
She could only make out a speck of red standing beside another chestnut brown speck. Hrm, there were some redheads in Hoshizen, yes. But who could that person be?
Well, if she could look, she would have seen that the speck of red was actually a young girl sitting beside her professor; yet, it might have been a good thing, as her face was worried.
“Shinga-chan,” The professor said, looking over at her. “You sure you’re okay?”
She frowned. “You know you don’t have to call me that,” She whispered. “No one’s in here besides the two of us… Sor-Sor.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to take chances,” He answered, finally looking up from his papers to push his glasses back up. “I don’t want people thinking that I’m playing favorites with this class, Shinga-chan.”
“I don’t want you to call me that!”
She covered her mouth, regretting the outburst at her teacher. If he was simply the professor that he appeared to be, it would have been a bit better than what was currently happening.
Professor Takahashi looked a bit stunned (bit was more of an understatement); he looked away, letting the uneasy silence hang over their heads.
“I really am being too polite, huh,” He managed to say, still avoiding her glance. “I’m sorry, Ari.”
She shook her head. “I was being too mean, as I always am. How do you manage to deal with me, anyhow?”
He cracked a rare grin, finally letting their eyes meet. “You know the answer. You’re important to me, Ari. I don’t want to risk hurting you more than you have all re—”
The door cracked open; the teacher froze.
It then quickly shut, followed by a, “Sorry, I’ll come at another time, Professor!” All of the teacher’s strength was taken to keep from laughing at a moment like this.
Ari looked over at him with a confused expression. “What’s so funny, Sor-Sor?”
He grinned slightly. “It was just Kazeno-chan. She’s a really polite person, isn’t she?”
She nodded. “Yeah,” Shikari admitted, clasping her hands together. “She’s one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet because she’s always doing things for others.”
“….What did you really come here to talk about, Ari?”
Judging by the way she quickly focused on the window, Shikari wasn’t quite ready to tackle the topic head-on. “I… was… wondering,” She began, holding a fist close to her body. “Do you think… that Mom and Dad’ll come back soon? I’m just worried, with them being gone so long. It’s not like them…”
His face softened. “Ah, you’re just worried for them. I bet they’re fine,” He reassured her, brushing back the bangs that had gotten into her face. “After all, your parents take really good care of themselves for you… and me as well.”
She couldn’t help smiling at that comment. “Yeah,” She added, her face brightening visibly. “They’ll be fine, right? I didn’t have much to worry about.”
Her cell phone then rang. Pausing, she looked over at him as she pulled it out to read the caller ID. “….It’s Mom and Dad.”
Why did his face look so torn? Here he was, with a student who couldn’t help wanting to answer this call because it was her parents who had been gone for so long… but he didn’t want to give a detention either.
“You know what,” He finally said. “You go answer it. I’ll let you off with a warning.”
She then answered it happily, going, “Hey, Mom, Dad. I’ll talk more in a little bit, but I have to go thank Sor-Sor first!” As she then ran over, instinctively giving the teacher a kiss on the forehead and a tight hug, Shikari wasn’t even sure if she should be doing this right now.
Yet, as she walked off to the other side of the room to talk, she could sense that the professor was fine with it all. He returned to grading his papers, mumbling various things to himself. One thing, however, that they could make out if they listened closely enough was this.
“I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up,” He had murmured to himself, running his hand through his hair. “…They’re all bound to find out eventually, aren’t they?”
Title: Chapter Seven: Meetings of a Different Kind
Fandom: Original [references to Tokyo Mew Mew, Bakuten! Shoot Beyblade, and maybe Digimon, but they can be easily changed around and revamped.]
Claimer: All mine this go around. Please don't think of stealing. x_x;
The meetings of the Angel council always suggested something formal and majestic. No one knew quite why, but one could guess that it was because, well, the group was always people with angelic blood in them.
Yet, as Angelique sauntered into the empty classroom that would hold this week’s meeting, one quick glance told her that this was not a formal, stuffy, old-fashioned kind of meeting.
Sitting on top of a desk, the blonde let a sigh escape her lips. What was this? It didn’t look like the majestic Angel Council meetings that she had dreamed of for years; it didn’t even resemble the professional manner of the Council meetings back at Phantasy Prep or MizuUni (Mizuho University School).
It was really just a bunch of kids gathered together during recess with some teacher (who also happened to have angelic blood) to discuss issues with the school’s Honor Code.
To the other kids, it may be fun and games.
Angelique, however, found it utterly boring. Maybe even a little… oh; she didn’t know how to describe it… immature?
“Hey, guys, watch this!”
Her thoughts were jolted by a rather tall blond boy wielding a giant bubble wand in his hands. Like Angelique, he was an exchange student from some European country (or in Angelique’s case, her father served in the magical world’s equal of a military, so she was constantly moving around).
Now, what was his name again? Something odd, she recalled… French, maybe?
“Stop it. You’re being really immature,” Angelique called, glaring at the boy.
In return, he simply grinned. “Aw, is Angelique too mean to see how innocent this is?”
She huffed, crossing her arms. “Marche Lennox, will you please stop it?”
Ah, so that was his name. Marche simply stared at her, tilting his head to the side; it seemed he was more amused by the situation than anything.
“Angelique,” He murmured.
As they were both angels, it was no surprise that she could hear every word that rolled off the tip of his tongue. She studied him over; they were both from France (or well, Angelique was in birth and name only. Marche had lived there for most of his life), yet… there was something missing for them to form a bond.
Was it each of their personalities? The fact that while Angelique was a full angel, Marche wasn’t? (No one really knew what Marche’s father was – they knew his mother was an angel)
Who knew? And as the angels said, does the creator really mind?
She snapped back, “What is it?”
“For an angel, you’re awfully remorse,” He replied just as softly, setting his bubble wand on the ground. “I don’t want to start a fight, Angelique. But is this really as bad as you make it out to be?”
She opened her mouth to speak. “I—”
The door opened; the guidance counselor, who was also an angel, sat down in a chair in the middle of the room to preside over the students seated around the room.
The fight was over – it was an unspoken rule that when the council started, the pettiness of fights were automatically resolved, no matter how unfair it felt.
Angelique finally succumbed to sitting down, her eyes glancing over at the room next door. Supposedly, that was where Professor Takahashi was supposed to be when he wasn’t teaching his random class on friendship bonds. Who was he with, anyhow?
She could only make out a speck of red standing beside another chestnut brown speck. Hrm, there were some redheads in Hoshizen, yes. But who could that person be?
Well, if she could look, she would have seen that the speck of red was actually a young girl sitting beside her professor; yet, it might have been a good thing, as her face was worried.
“Shinga-chan,” The professor said, looking over at her. “You sure you’re okay?”
She frowned. “You know you don’t have to call me that,” She whispered. “No one’s in here besides the two of us… Sor-Sor.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to take chances,” He answered, finally looking up from his papers to push his glasses back up. “I don’t want people thinking that I’m playing favorites with this class, Shinga-chan.”
“I don’t want you to call me that!”
She covered her mouth, regretting the outburst at her teacher. If he was simply the professor that he appeared to be, it would have been a bit better than what was currently happening.
Professor Takahashi looked a bit stunned (bit was more of an understatement); he looked away, letting the uneasy silence hang over their heads.
“I really am being too polite, huh,” He managed to say, still avoiding her glance. “I’m sorry, Ari.”
She shook her head. “I was being too mean, as I always am. How do you manage to deal with me, anyhow?”
He cracked a rare grin, finally letting their eyes meet. “You know the answer. You’re important to me, Ari. I don’t want to risk hurting you more than you have all re—”
The door cracked open; the teacher froze.
It then quickly shut, followed by a, “Sorry, I’ll come at another time, Professor!” All of the teacher’s strength was taken to keep from laughing at a moment like this.
Ari looked over at him with a confused expression. “What’s so funny, Sor-Sor?”
He grinned slightly. “It was just Kazeno-chan. She’s a really polite person, isn’t she?”
She nodded. “Yeah,” Shikari admitted, clasping her hands together. “She’s one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet because she’s always doing things for others.”
“….What did you really come here to talk about, Ari?”
Judging by the way she quickly focused on the window, Shikari wasn’t quite ready to tackle the topic head-on. “I… was… wondering,” She began, holding a fist close to her body. “Do you think… that Mom and Dad’ll come back soon? I’m just worried, with them being gone so long. It’s not like them…”
His face softened. “Ah, you’re just worried for them. I bet they’re fine,” He reassured her, brushing back the bangs that had gotten into her face. “After all, your parents take really good care of themselves for you… and me as well.”
She couldn’t help smiling at that comment. “Yeah,” She added, her face brightening visibly. “They’ll be fine, right? I didn’t have much to worry about.”
Her cell phone then rang. Pausing, she looked over at him as she pulled it out to read the caller ID. “….It’s Mom and Dad.”
Why did his face look so torn? Here he was, with a student who couldn’t help wanting to answer this call because it was her parents who had been gone for so long… but he didn’t want to give a detention either.
“You know what,” He finally said. “You go answer it. I’ll let you off with a warning.”
She then answered it happily, going, “Hey, Mom, Dad. I’ll talk more in a little bit, but I have to go thank Sor-Sor first!” As she then ran over, instinctively giving the teacher a kiss on the forehead and a tight hug, Shikari wasn’t even sure if she should be doing this right now.
Yet, as she walked off to the other side of the room to talk, she could sense that the professor was fine with it all. He returned to grading his papers, mumbling various things to himself. One thing, however, that they could make out if they listened closely enough was this.
“I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up,” He had murmured to himself, running his hand through his hair. “…They’re all bound to find out eventually, aren’t they?”