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[Original] New Beginnings: Chapter Ten
Hah, this took a while. I think it was slightly worth it, though, since most of it was simply character building, cameos, and revealing Angelique's true nature. Meh, just enjoy, kay? (The real stuff's gonna come really soon. =3 I promise.)
Title: Chapter Ten: Angelique's True Nature
Fandom: Original [references to Beyblade, Digimon, and TMM]
Summary: "What kind of girl cried when she was putting her plan into action?"
Claimer: Mostly mine. However! Kuroneko Satou belongs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sugarvoice. And um.. Reid Hershel is a charater from Tales of Eternia, which belongs to Namco. I think that's about it.
New Beginnings: Chapter Ten
Angelique's True Nature
He had to admit, the breeze felt nice. Shawn raised his arms to the sky, grinning as the wind wrapped itself around them.
“LET IT RIP!”
…Oh, how soon he forgot that he wasn’t alone here. The weather was nice, which was why he was in the middle of a meadow of tall grass that nearly covered him completely, but he was no Reid Hershel. He didn’t enjoy watching the clouds go by for hours.
Yet, what was he here for, then?
Minoru stood at the other end of the meadow, beyblade launcher in hand. The boy’s face held an intense look of concentration, eyeing a plastic stadium at his feet. There, two spinning blades were jutted against each other.
“Genbu! Go!”
Shawn smiled lightly. That was Minoru, all right – he had nearly forgotten that the blond was a beyblader. Though Minoru couldn’t beyblade as often as he had had in the past, Shawn had noticed that his friend would often take part in local events during the school year.
So, what was beyblading again? Shawn hadn’t really known much about it before he had met Minoru, but what he did know is that it was a sport of spinning tops. There were different types of spinning tops, or beyblades, that one used to battle with – hence why the sport was called beyblading.
Some lucky beybladers had magical spirits to fight with in their beyblades; those spirits were known as bitbeasts. Again, this was only the explanation Minoru had given him. Whenever Shawn had tried to ask him about anything else, Minoru was oddly tight-lipped.
Was this sport really one that you had to see to believe?
Rising up to face the battle, Shawn cupped his hands. “Go, Minoru! Fight, fight!”
Giving the redhead a thumbs-up, the blonde flashed a grin. “Will do. Genbu! Rising Aqua Blast!”
Shawn blinked. Was that… a giant turtle rising from that small beyblade? Was it even possible?
He rubbed his eyes. Unfortunately, it was still there. It wasn’t alone, either – the other blade had a tall, menacing, blue dragon.
Minoru threw his hand out; the blade jutted right into the other. Water sprung from the blade. Tidal wave upon tidal wave hit the battlefield – even Shawn from his hilltop post could feel the ocean breeze.
The other blade stopped spinning. Minoru flashed the victory sign. “All right,” He cheered.
“That was a good game, Keshi!”
His opponent nodded in agreement. “Heck yes,” He echoed, picking up his own beyblade from the somewhat watery battlefield. “We’ll have to do it again… but next time, let me bring a cheering section too, kay?”
Minoru grinned. “Shawn’s just a friend from school, Keshi. Don’t tell me you’re getting jealous,” He responded, elbowing the other boy.
Keshi shook his head. “Nah,” He said. “I’m all right. Just really amused that you brought a friend from school, of all places, and he turned out to like the sport a little. I remember hating this sport like there was no tomorrow…”
“Haha, yeah…”
Shawn smiled. He hadn’t really seen Minoru like this before – at Hoshizen, Minoru was also a new kid. Thus, he hadn’t really seen Minoru in his true element with his real friends. It was a nice feeling.
“Oy, Shawn!”
Shawn sweatdropped. “What?”
Both Minoru and Keshi waved at him. “Are you coming,” Minoru asked happily. “We’ll leave without you otherwise!”
“Aw, guys,” Shawn hurriedly responded, picking up his belongings. “I’m a-coming, so please wait!”
They laughed. Nevertheless, though, they did wait, and the three boys left the park together.
*
The sunny days at the park could have not contrasted the stark environment of the angels at school. Kyr sighed, watching the other angelic beings from the corners of his eyes.
“Did I really have to say yes,” He murmured. “It was better being with the others…”
Yet, for angels… they seemed remarkably normal in front of non-magic users. Their eyes sparkled like normal, they laughed like other humans… it was a sad façade.
He slumped down further, unable to watch this for much longer.
“Mister? Are you sad?”
He blinked, glancing over at the child beside him. She looked fairly normal – her deep brown hair was pulled back with a single barrette, and her face was framed by red-rimmed glasses.
He shook his head. “I’m all right,” He responded, not even knowing why he was speaking to her. “Just a little… tired.”
“Are you sure…?”
Kyr firmly nodded, patting the girl’s head. “Yeah, I’m sure. Aren’t you a little far from your parents, though?”
“Nope! Mom and Dad are gonna buy me some waffles, so they told me to wait here~”
Following her pointed finger in the direction of the waffle stand, Kyr couldn’t help grinning. “Ah, that must be nice.”
He paused. Were they just speaking… in English? Well, it made sense that she would speak to him in English, as he looked the part of an American kid with his pale blond hair. (His eyes were only slightly slanted)
Man, his English wasn’t all that great. But… it apparently was good enough so that this young child could understand him perfectly.
“Yeah,” She softly said. “…You know, it’s nice that you understand English. Not many people do, so it’s a little hard to speak Japanese. I don’t know it very well.”
“You’ve just got to keep trying, then.”
She looked up at him, eyes wide. “…I guess so,” She replied cheerfully. Rising from the bench, she then said, “Oh, my name’s Kuroneko Satou. It’s really nice to meet you!”
Kyr opened his mouth, about to reveal his own name.
“Satou! Are you ready to go, sweetheart?”
He laughed, glancing over at Satou’s worried parents. They seemed like your typical family. Watching Satou happily walk off with them, he let a smile form on his face.
So maybe the angels were disappointing to watch. Every now and then, though, norms did give off a glimmer of hope. He should’ve watched it more often.
*
Bellagi was a good place to sit and watch the crowds of beings from a-far. Angelique slowly smiled to herself, glancing over at the various elves, demons, monsters, and what-have-you as they ran their errands. The peace over a town would never last for long if their children turned out to be slightly corrupt now, wouldn’t they?
She glanced down at her plans, her eyes looking more downcast than normal.
“… I don’t think I can do this,” She murmured, pressing her lips together. “It seems… too cruel.”
Too cruel?
Marche and Kaijou exchanged confused glances from the shadows of the candy store.
“Why the heck is she sad about this,” Marche groaned, his video camera still held in place. “She shouldn’t be. She’s Angelique—”
Kaijou silenced him with a glare. “I don’t think that’s the reason,” The demon slowly murmured. “You think that maybe her angelic blood’s finally getting to her?”
Marche scoffed, his gaze returning to the video camera. “No way,” The half-angel insisted. “If it had kicked it, it would’ve done so a long time ago.”
Angelique’s hands grew shakier, nearly refusing to write the glyph with the ink she had made. Her face became paler by the minute… why hadn’t the store clerks noticed this?
Glancing down at his uniform, Kaijou sighed. Oh, right – they were the store clerks today. It had taken a lot of persuasion (and quite a bit of raspberry lemonade), but he had managed to get the position that Marche – and he – so desperately needed to watch over Angelique.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Unsheathing a dagger, the demon silently walked behind Angelique. “What do you think you’re doing,” He murmured, fingering the dagger in his gloved hands.
Angelique’s voice was unusually shaky as she began, “…Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“You’ve been looking forward to this plan for ages,” Kaijou laced every word with persuasion. “So why quit now?”
He leaned in to see her face. His eyes widened; her unusually stoic eyes were watering. Tears rolled down her face quicker than she could blink to keep them away.
“…And why on earth are you sad about it,” Marche joined in, his video camera never leaving his side. “I thought you enjoyed it!”
“I wanna go home,” She murmured softly, dropping the pen. “I don’t want to do this.”
Marche kept silent.
“I wanna go back to France,” She whispered, letting the tears erase her glyph. “I don’t want to be in this strange land with the strange but oddly nice people. I don’t want to mess this up again.”
Kaijou blinked. “Again…?”
“So, this whole plan was to get you back home,” Marche murmured. “You didn’t really care about Takaishi, did you?”
She shook her head. “I was willing to do… anything to get home,” She murmured, hiccupping slightly at the end. “I’m… sorry.”
Marche and Kaijou exchanged uneasy glances.
“So, Angelique just wanted to go home?”
Kaijou looked dumbstruck. “And she basically did all this to make her dad think she was a bad girl – and that Tokyo was a bad influence. All to go home.”
They both shook their heads lightly. Kaijou gently took the papers and pens away, tossing them into the trash.
It was then that Kaijou let his blue-streaked bangs be revealed.
Angelique’s eyes widened. “…You.”
“Hey, we’re on your side,” Marche interrupted, making the cross sign across his chest. “We’re not gonna blab about it, kay?”
Kaijou looked away from her. “But… you definitely have to apologize to everyone. Just because you wanted to go home… that’s no excuse to act the way you did. You could’ve just asked your father or something.”
“I did, many times,” She murmured, curling her legs up. “Many, many times…”
“I guess there’s nothing we can do about that now,” Kaijou sighed. “Well, apologize at least. You’ll probably be going home soon anyways.”
She slowly nodded, rocking herself. “I know. I’m sorry…. Kagemori, Lennox.”
They both looked at each other uneasily, almost as if to say ‘what now?’ Kaijou merely shrugged.
“Um… it’s fine, I guess,” The black-haired teen said, scratching his cheek. “We’ll figure out what happens from here on.”
Silence creeped in. Neither side spoke, afraid to remove the deafening roar of the incoming rain from outside.
The door immediately burst open, bringing in soaked customers. Marche and Kaijou resumed their positions behind the counter, attending to the various orders and complaints about the rain.
As he gave one customer dark truffles, Marche caught the glance of Angelique. Both smiled nervously at each other, then returning to their tasks.
Everything was going to work out, wasn’t it? Sure, it would be awkward, Marche mused. Yet, it would be fine. Everything else this year had worked out, and Angelique would be no exception.
Title: Chapter Ten: Angelique's True Nature
Fandom: Original [references to Beyblade, Digimon, and TMM]
Summary: "What kind of girl cried when she was putting her plan into action?"
Claimer: Mostly mine. However! Kuroneko Satou belongs to
sugarvoice. And um.. Reid Hershel is a charater from Tales of Eternia, which belongs to Namco. I think that's about it. New Beginnings: Chapter Ten
Angelique's True Nature
He had to admit, the breeze felt nice. Shawn raised his arms to the sky, grinning as the wind wrapped itself around them.
“LET IT RIP!”
…Oh, how soon he forgot that he wasn’t alone here. The weather was nice, which was why he was in the middle of a meadow of tall grass that nearly covered him completely, but he was no Reid Hershel. He didn’t enjoy watching the clouds go by for hours.
Yet, what was he here for, then?
Minoru stood at the other end of the meadow, beyblade launcher in hand. The boy’s face held an intense look of concentration, eyeing a plastic stadium at his feet. There, two spinning blades were jutted against each other.
“Genbu! Go!”
Shawn smiled lightly. That was Minoru, all right – he had nearly forgotten that the blond was a beyblader. Though Minoru couldn’t beyblade as often as he had had in the past, Shawn had noticed that his friend would often take part in local events during the school year.
So, what was beyblading again? Shawn hadn’t really known much about it before he had met Minoru, but what he did know is that it was a sport of spinning tops. There were different types of spinning tops, or beyblades, that one used to battle with – hence why the sport was called beyblading.
Some lucky beybladers had magical spirits to fight with in their beyblades; those spirits were known as bitbeasts. Again, this was only the explanation Minoru had given him. Whenever Shawn had tried to ask him about anything else, Minoru was oddly tight-lipped.
Was this sport really one that you had to see to believe?
Rising up to face the battle, Shawn cupped his hands. “Go, Minoru! Fight, fight!”
Giving the redhead a thumbs-up, the blonde flashed a grin. “Will do. Genbu! Rising Aqua Blast!”
Shawn blinked. Was that… a giant turtle rising from that small beyblade? Was it even possible?
He rubbed his eyes. Unfortunately, it was still there. It wasn’t alone, either – the other blade had a tall, menacing, blue dragon.
Minoru threw his hand out; the blade jutted right into the other. Water sprung from the blade. Tidal wave upon tidal wave hit the battlefield – even Shawn from his hilltop post could feel the ocean breeze.
The other blade stopped spinning. Minoru flashed the victory sign. “All right,” He cheered.
“That was a good game, Keshi!”
His opponent nodded in agreement. “Heck yes,” He echoed, picking up his own beyblade from the somewhat watery battlefield. “We’ll have to do it again… but next time, let me bring a cheering section too, kay?”
Minoru grinned. “Shawn’s just a friend from school, Keshi. Don’t tell me you’re getting jealous,” He responded, elbowing the other boy.
Keshi shook his head. “Nah,” He said. “I’m all right. Just really amused that you brought a friend from school, of all places, and he turned out to like the sport a little. I remember hating this sport like there was no tomorrow…”
“Haha, yeah…”
Shawn smiled. He hadn’t really seen Minoru like this before – at Hoshizen, Minoru was also a new kid. Thus, he hadn’t really seen Minoru in his true element with his real friends. It was a nice feeling.
“Oy, Shawn!”
Shawn sweatdropped. “What?”
Both Minoru and Keshi waved at him. “Are you coming,” Minoru asked happily. “We’ll leave without you otherwise!”
“Aw, guys,” Shawn hurriedly responded, picking up his belongings. “I’m a-coming, so please wait!”
They laughed. Nevertheless, though, they did wait, and the three boys left the park together.
The sunny days at the park could have not contrasted the stark environment of the angels at school. Kyr sighed, watching the other angelic beings from the corners of his eyes.
“Did I really have to say yes,” He murmured. “It was better being with the others…”
Yet, for angels… they seemed remarkably normal in front of non-magic users. Their eyes sparkled like normal, they laughed like other humans… it was a sad façade.
He slumped down further, unable to watch this for much longer.
“Mister? Are you sad?”
He blinked, glancing over at the child beside him. She looked fairly normal – her deep brown hair was pulled back with a single barrette, and her face was framed by red-rimmed glasses.
He shook his head. “I’m all right,” He responded, not even knowing why he was speaking to her. “Just a little… tired.”
“Are you sure…?”
Kyr firmly nodded, patting the girl’s head. “Yeah, I’m sure. Aren’t you a little far from your parents, though?”
“Nope! Mom and Dad are gonna buy me some waffles, so they told me to wait here~”
Following her pointed finger in the direction of the waffle stand, Kyr couldn’t help grinning. “Ah, that must be nice.”
He paused. Were they just speaking… in English? Well, it made sense that she would speak to him in English, as he looked the part of an American kid with his pale blond hair. (His eyes were only slightly slanted)
Man, his English wasn’t all that great. But… it apparently was good enough so that this young child could understand him perfectly.
“Yeah,” She softly said. “…You know, it’s nice that you understand English. Not many people do, so it’s a little hard to speak Japanese. I don’t know it very well.”
“You’ve just got to keep trying, then.”
She looked up at him, eyes wide. “…I guess so,” She replied cheerfully. Rising from the bench, she then said, “Oh, my name’s Kuroneko Satou. It’s really nice to meet you!”
Kyr opened his mouth, about to reveal his own name.
“Satou! Are you ready to go, sweetheart?”
He laughed, glancing over at Satou’s worried parents. They seemed like your typical family. Watching Satou happily walk off with them, he let a smile form on his face.
So maybe the angels were disappointing to watch. Every now and then, though, norms did give off a glimmer of hope. He should’ve watched it more often.
Bellagi was a good place to sit and watch the crowds of beings from a-far. Angelique slowly smiled to herself, glancing over at the various elves, demons, monsters, and what-have-you as they ran their errands. The peace over a town would never last for long if their children turned out to be slightly corrupt now, wouldn’t they?
She glanced down at her plans, her eyes looking more downcast than normal.
“… I don’t think I can do this,” She murmured, pressing her lips together. “It seems… too cruel.”
Too cruel?
Marche and Kaijou exchanged confused glances from the shadows of the candy store.
“Why the heck is she sad about this,” Marche groaned, his video camera still held in place. “She shouldn’t be. She’s Angelique—”
Kaijou silenced him with a glare. “I don’t think that’s the reason,” The demon slowly murmured. “You think that maybe her angelic blood’s finally getting to her?”
Marche scoffed, his gaze returning to the video camera. “No way,” The half-angel insisted. “If it had kicked it, it would’ve done so a long time ago.”
Angelique’s hands grew shakier, nearly refusing to write the glyph with the ink she had made. Her face became paler by the minute… why hadn’t the store clerks noticed this?
Glancing down at his uniform, Kaijou sighed. Oh, right – they were the store clerks today. It had taken a lot of persuasion (and quite a bit of raspberry lemonade), but he had managed to get the position that Marche – and he – so desperately needed to watch over Angelique.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Unsheathing a dagger, the demon silently walked behind Angelique. “What do you think you’re doing,” He murmured, fingering the dagger in his gloved hands.
Angelique’s voice was unusually shaky as she began, “…Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“You’ve been looking forward to this plan for ages,” Kaijou laced every word with persuasion. “So why quit now?”
He leaned in to see her face. His eyes widened; her unusually stoic eyes were watering. Tears rolled down her face quicker than she could blink to keep them away.
“…And why on earth are you sad about it,” Marche joined in, his video camera never leaving his side. “I thought you enjoyed it!”
“I wanna go home,” She murmured softly, dropping the pen. “I don’t want to do this.”
Marche kept silent.
“I wanna go back to France,” She whispered, letting the tears erase her glyph. “I don’t want to be in this strange land with the strange but oddly nice people. I don’t want to mess this up again.”
Kaijou blinked. “Again…?”
“So, this whole plan was to get you back home,” Marche murmured. “You didn’t really care about Takaishi, did you?”
She shook her head. “I was willing to do… anything to get home,” She murmured, hiccupping slightly at the end. “I’m… sorry.”
Marche and Kaijou exchanged uneasy glances.
“So, Angelique just wanted to go home?”
Kaijou looked dumbstruck. “And she basically did all this to make her dad think she was a bad girl – and that Tokyo was a bad influence. All to go home.”
They both shook their heads lightly. Kaijou gently took the papers and pens away, tossing them into the trash.
It was then that Kaijou let his blue-streaked bangs be revealed.
Angelique’s eyes widened. “…You.”
“Hey, we’re on your side,” Marche interrupted, making the cross sign across his chest. “We’re not gonna blab about it, kay?”
Kaijou looked away from her. “But… you definitely have to apologize to everyone. Just because you wanted to go home… that’s no excuse to act the way you did. You could’ve just asked your father or something.”
“I did, many times,” She murmured, curling her legs up. “Many, many times…”
“I guess there’s nothing we can do about that now,” Kaijou sighed. “Well, apologize at least. You’ll probably be going home soon anyways.”
She slowly nodded, rocking herself. “I know. I’m sorry…. Kagemori, Lennox.”
They both looked at each other uneasily, almost as if to say ‘what now?’ Kaijou merely shrugged.
“Um… it’s fine, I guess,” The black-haired teen said, scratching his cheek. “We’ll figure out what happens from here on.”
Silence creeped in. Neither side spoke, afraid to remove the deafening roar of the incoming rain from outside.
The door immediately burst open, bringing in soaked customers. Marche and Kaijou resumed their positions behind the counter, attending to the various orders and complaints about the rain.
As he gave one customer dark truffles, Marche caught the glance of Angelique. Both smiled nervously at each other, then returning to their tasks.
Everything was going to work out, wasn’t it? Sure, it would be awkward, Marche mused. Yet, it would be fine. Everything else this year had worked out, and Angelique would be no exception.