Fan Fiction ❯ Maho Tenshi ❯ Destruction and Conversation ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

the Dance itself isn't going to be untill the next chapter, this is just a bit of Noa preparing and a new chara haveing a 'Light Show' Somewhere else at the same time. )

Chapter Three -Destruction and Conversation

Ronai fidgeted under the judgeing looks his cousin was giving him. He had asked her her opinion of what he was wearing to the dance in an hour, but now he was wishing he hadn't. She had an evil way of looking at people sometimes. It could almost make Aaruko's glares seem like pouty looks. "Well?" He finally probed the girl.

Tossing her brown hair over her shoulder, his cousin finally gave him a half smile and looked up at his face. "It's nice and all, but isn't black and red the normal colors for Draygoone Day?" She questioned.

Ronai rolled his eyes and fix his navy blue vest, the only thing covering his upper body. "Well, sorry to tell you Chikara, but my closet has nothing darker than what I'm wearing now." He indicated his vest and swade pants.

Chikara rolled her eyes. "You could have barrowed something from Aaruko, he wears nothing but blacks, grays and other similar shades. Atleast, as far as I know."

Ronai shifted slightly. "I couldn't have just asked him for clothing when I'm s'pose ta be taking him to the dance. He is, in a way, my date."

Chikara's green eyes shot wide open. "Date!?! Aaruko is going with you to a dance? As a date?" Her comment made her cousin blush with embarrassment and furry.

"Not as a date date Karie!" He snapped. "Just as friends. I'm just trying to make him less..less abrasive. He's to up tight."He explained, visably mad at his cousin's earlier comment. "You can be rude sometimes." Ronai's Hurak, which was sitting on a dresser across the room, hummed softly as the two orb's on it's ends sparked for a second.
Chikara sighed inwardly. She wasn't as surprised by Ronai's outburst as she knew almost anyone else would have been. Even though she knew he acted carefree around others, Chikara also knew that it was mainly just an act. Ronai was diffenently not all he appeared to be. Hyperness and optamisism hid fighting strength and a clearly non-optamistic past.

Ronai had always been, and always would be, graced with extreamly potient magick. Magick which he had denied and held inside of him for 14 years because his parents believed magick was evil. For 14 years Ronai had been a ticking time bomb, and Chikara still wasn't shure what had happened when he did eventually let the 'bomb' blow three years ago. Next to the fact that the male was now parent less and there was one less city in the world.

Ever since then, Ronai had been overly nice to others, and had took up fist fighting and spell weaving. Chikara even believed that Ronai might be able to call fourth a Diciple, if the legend's about such things were true.

"Chikara? You okay?" Chikara was snapped out of her thoughts by her cousin shaking her shoulders.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, I spaced out." She said with a smile, which Ronai returned easily.

"If you say so, then I'm gona go get Aro before he decides that he'd rather not go to this dance and locks himself in his room." Ronai said, back to his normally easy going self. With a small nod to Chikara, he went off to find his friend.

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The dark shape of Misterol pushed it's way thrrough the night sky, propellers and engine humming as the moved the airship towards it's target point. The ship, which was the same black color as the sky surrounding it, was only one of the many ships owned by the Omeaga Army that was used for secret, mercenary like, work. Misterol itself was on a mercenary like mission at the moment itself.

Below the deck of the airship, in one of the small rooms inside of the hull, a dark haired man was quiet literally pounding the stuffing out of a punching bag. Sweat ran down his back and chest as he attemed to flatten the exercising tool. Elbow length tresses of ebony hair were plastered to his body as he swung punch after punch at the bag. The only sounds in the room were those of the mans breathing, his fists hitting the punching bag, and the occasional creak from the bed across the room where another male sat fiddling with a belt knife.

Then, suddenly, the ebony haired man stopped his merciless task of beating the shit out of the bag and looked towards the door of the room. If human's could pirk up their ears at the sound of someone coming like an animal could, his would be erect.

"Whos it?" The man sitting on the bed questioned, looking up from the blade he'd been playing with. "One of ta Troopers headin dis way?" Honey colored eyes tried to focus on his companion fruitlessly in the darkness of the room. For one reason or another, neither had bothered to turn the lights on.

"Yah, Don if I'm right, which I normally am." Even as the words feel out of his lips, someone started to knock on the door. The honey eyed man on the bed stood up to answer it, but the other man signaled for him to sit back down.

"I'll get it Vandare, I'm closer." The black haired man went over to the door and opened it half way, holding in a wince as the light from outside the room glared into his eyes. Once he had adjusted to the light, he looked at the trooper standing in front of him and the door.

"Hello, Don, what is it?" He questioned the trooper who saluted him before replying.

"General Deago sir, the captin told me to report to you that we are now directly above the targeted town and that your wanted upside if your ready sir." Don, the Trooper, informed Deago.

Deago smiled evily, a gesture at home on his face. "Alright, I'll be up in a moment, go back to what ever it is your suppose to be doing." Turning away from the door he looked back into his room and over towards Vandare, who was still sitting on the bed.

"It's show time Dar, get my sword from your room and met me topside." He instructed the male as he went over to a table in the middle of the room to grab his shirt which was resting on it.

"Wha'ver ya wish, 'General Deago'" Vandare snickered mockingly as he slipped off the bed and crossed the room towards the door.

"Fuck you Dar." Deago mumbled, pulling the black shirt over his heaad and tucking it into his pants. "I could demote you, you know?"

Vandare chuckled as he left the room, yelling "Sure, but tit would take ya forever ta figure out whad came before Second n Command, sos I won't worry ta much!" as he did so.

Once Vandare had left for his room, Deago exited the room himself and headed up to the deck of the ship as quickly as he could. though he showed no visable signs, he was excited about what he was about to do. It had taken him years to push the owner of Omeaga industry, who was also the army's leader, to let him try this trick of his out on this size of a scale. He'd diffently give everyone a good show.

Deago walked across the deck untill he reached the bow of the ship. Leaning against the railing he looked down at the twinkling lights of the town below. He couldn't remember the town's name, though he wasn't really required too anyways. It was just another thing for him to destroy, take apart, another unaware victim that would soon be gone from the memories of people. He had never needed the names of his single human victims, not that they made him guilty or anything when he did know them, and this town was no exception to that. He was General Deago Torth, better known by the members of the Omeaga army secret mercenaries as The Murderer.

"It is wonderfully poetic, isn't it?" He said aloud as he heard familar foot steps approching him from behind. His hearing, sight, and every other natural ability was unnaturally inhanced. It allowed him to know who was approching just by their walk. "That I should be sent to use my Anceint on the day that people are singing his praise?"

The footsteps of the person behind him stopped a few feet behind him to his left. "Ya r not really Calling Foruth n Anceint, Deago, Ser'ent Dragon 'tisn't really da Anceint Draygoone. He's just a Diciple, but 'tis still slightly ironic I'll amight." Deago turned around to give Vandare, the speaker a dirty look.

"Well, way to ruin my mood Dar, but either way, I'm here for a job. We can fight later over gin n tonic once we're done here." He held out his hand towards his right hand man and signaled for his sword which Vandare was holding. Vandare handed over the almost 6 ft long blade to it's rightfull owner, a small grin on his face.

"I'll 'old ya ta that, now do yer job arsehole." Vandare was the only person who knew they could get away with talking rudely to Deago without his head meting the floor while his body didn't.

Rolling his eyes, Deago turned back towards the railing of the ship, and, holding his sword in one hand, he climbed up onto the railing so he could stand on it. Moving the sword so it was infront of him pointing up towards the moon, he clutched the handle tightly in both hands. Narrowing his eyes he consentrated hard on sending all of the magick energy he could gather straight into the silver blade of the sword. As he did so, the air around the ship started to crackle with raw energy and the few clouds in the sky seemed to move together to form a large, jagged, serpintine shape.

Once he was content with the amount of power in his sword, Deago released it from the weapon sending it towards the cloud formation above him and the Misterol. This is what he'd been raised, and literally created, to do, but for some reason, something felt like it was missing. Shoving the thought aside he focused on the large creature now hovering above the airship, spikey, snake like body, twisting around itself as its dragonish head watched its master from above. Smileing slightly, he focused his eyes down on the town again. Eye's that were glowing brightly like they'd been lit on fire.

Crimson eyes.

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Wow, thats one long chapter hun? Oh well, hope you enjoyed it, next Chapter is called Dance, and might be a bit in the makeing(no longer than a week hopefully) since I'm doing something eslse for a few days. PS since someone pointed it out, this story does have some similaritys to the ff games and certan anime's. I did 'steal' some little things from ff7 n 8 but this ain't fanfiction))