[FFML] (Fanfic)(Character piece)(Oneshot)(Angelic Layer) Descent unto the light

"I'm sorry, dear heart, we have to work late today." My mother used to always tell me. I would clasp my dolly to my breast and pout, my eyes brimming with tears. "Now, now, Kanako, I don't want to see you cry. Show me a smile. That's my good little soldier," Daddy would then command. They're both in the army, you see. Mom works in the intelligence bureau while Dad is with R & D. I don't have any brothers or sisters; my folks were too busy to bother with making me a little playmate. The kids my age were too intimidated by my parents to even approach me. I was lonely, and then only last year, I saw the finals of the Kanto Tournament. I saw them, miniature warriors battling in what they called 'layers'. I was enchanted and was drawn into what was to become my new focus in life. I got hooked into Angelic Layer and I haven't been the same ever since.

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Jiro Maeda presents...
A Clamp's Angelic Layer Fanfiction story
Descent unto the Light

The characters portrayed in this piece were created by CLAMP. No money was made in the creation of this fic.

My parents were ecstatic about my new hobby. I think they were glad I wasn't bothering them. I didn't care; I was too busy to mind them. With school and creating my angel, I soon had little time to even acknowledge my parents' existence. I completed the creative process and soon was the proud owner of an Angel. Not bad for a seven-year-old, but I heard a four-year-old was one of the champion candidates.

I named her Hane. She was beautiful, with short violet hair and a slight build, and she was going to make me the greatest. I spared no expense training her and upgrading her parts. I intended to sweep the next tournament underneath my heel. I will make the whole of Japan know my name. Soon even my parents would have to take notice of me.

The preliminaries were easy. Hane didn't even have to exert her full power to deal with the competition. I sent them home, crying buckets of tears, their Angels broken. Amateurs... none of them had the heart of a true warrior like we did.

I was having an easy time of it... too easy as I learned when I was matched up with her.

She was a small girl. One could easily mistake her for an elementary school student, judging by her height. But her most annoying quality was that unsure smile. I despised her almost instantly; I planned to make Hane work her Angel over real good. It would give me great pleasure to send this little girlie-girl home in tears, with her Angel broken to bits.

Her little speech about angel's wings guiding her and her dolly to victory made me want to gag. I initiated the fall-in procedure. "Let our enemies beware our wrath. All in our path shall be destroyed. Go forth, Hane!" I cried, flipping my angel into the ring.

I had Hane initiate the conflict by a flashy multi-move combo that sent girly-girl's Angel flying near the edge of the layer. I made Hane move at the last instant to block her path with a nasty clothesline. It was brutal and I loved every minute of it. I enjoyed every wince on girly-girl's face. "Hikaru!" she cried each time her pathetic Angel received a hit from my Hane. I had my Angel go for the coup de grace and was startled to find pipsqueak's Angel was no longer there. I looked around and then I looked up only to have Hane receive a devastating hit that knocked her out of the layer. She bounced on the floor once, twice and then lay still, dead like my heart.

My dreams were shattered. How could I get my parents to notice me now? Tears blurred my vision and suddenly Girly was standing right in front of me, holding my partner. "I'm sorry, she's not badly damaged. I think a few scratches nothing more." She took a step back after I grabbed Hane from her hold. "Come to gloat?" I asked. She shook her head and it was then that I noticed that she had very pretty eyes. Blue... like the sea Daddy and I once visited. "I know you care for your Angel. If my Hikaru was hurt badly, I'd be hurt too. Thank you for fighting with me, I enjoyed it very much," she said bowing respectfully before running towards her friends in the stands.

"Wait!" I said, raising my arm to forestall her departure. "Who are you?"

"Suzuhara Misaki," she replied with a smile. She raised the angel she cradled in her hands, "And this is Hikaru."

"I'll defeat you someday," I swore, "Mark my words, Hizuma Kanako does not lose for long. Someday I will defeat you, you'll see." She shook her head and looked at me with sad eyes.

"Angelic Layer isn't about defeating your opponent; it's for having fun, meeting people and doing your best to win. I have to go now, but I'll see you again, okay?" she said with a respectful bow. She gathered up her Angel and rushed to the stands, probably to her friends.

She doesn't understand. How could she? She's got friends and probably a mom and dad that take time to be with her. I envy her... I want to fight her again.

"Come on, Hane, we'll have to train real hard to beat her next year." I told my partner halfheartedly. Inside my heart, I knew I had to see that girl again. I realized I had to fight her again. Maybe then I'll understand what she is, what makes her so... happy, so different from what I am.

I left the stage with a heavy heart but I promised myself that I would return. Next year I'd fight Misaki Suzuhara, the girly-girl, the only one who cared enough to notice me.

The End

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Author's notes: I enjoyed watching Clamp's Angelic Layer; I especially enjoyed Misaki's naivet� and her determination to win. After finishing volume 7, I just had to write this piece. Hey Aishuu, is this Shoujo?

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