Summary: Michel's back. Seira's elated. But there's something wrong here. Why is Michel back? And why can't he remember anything…
Rating: T (For safety.)
T.A.R.N.S.: Set about eight months after Pure. (Give or take two. o.O) Anyway, I was watching Pretty Cure Max Heart, and it inspired me to write this. Besides, I want another story about Michel. So, let's try this…
The wind blows hard against this mountain side
Across the sea into my soul
It reaches into where I cannot hide
Setting my feet upon the road...
...My heart is old, it holds my memories
My body burns a gemlike flame
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine
Is where I find myself again…
-Mr. Mister, from their song 'Kyrie'
Hidden deep within the realm of the sky, there is a castle, which is home to many creatures known as the Ancient Ones.
The Ancient Ones have long lived here in peace, as protectors and guardians of the earth and its inhabitants. But then things changed…
"Is something wrong, Arella?"
Startled, the dark haired girl looked up at the green-haired, blue eyed man standing in front of her. "Ah, Michel-Sama!"
Michel crossed his arms over his chest. "Is it to much to ask that you just call me Michel?"
Arella shrugged. "Ojii-san says I must call you by your proper title."
Michel just snorted, then asked, "What are you doing?"
Arella hesitated. "Do you feel that?
"I don't know…It's something dark… and evil…"Arella trailed off, shivering slightly. "It's coming towards the castle."
"What!?" Michel demanded. He spun around, away from Arella. "If that's true, then we have to warn the others."
Arella was starting to look like someone in a trance. "It's too late for that…"
A moment later the castle shook as though something had struck it, send Ancient Ones throughout the castle reeling.
Ojii-san, leader of the Ancient Ones, reached for his staff as the castle continued reeling.
"You do not wish to fight us." An ominous voice said as the sky outside the castle turned dark. "You will not be able to win. Give us the one who has the form and power of your king, and we will leave the rest of you in peace."
"Michel-Sama! He means you!" Arella screamed.
Cracks were starting to spread through the floor of the castle.
"Surrender him to us!" The dark voice was insistent.
"He'll destroy this whole place." Michel realized. "I can't allow this! If they want me, I must go with them!"
Arella grabbed his arm before he could fly off. "Michel-Sama, you can't go!"
"This cannot be allowed." Ojii-san said. "I will not permit this. I will protect those in this castle. Michel, when the time is right you will return to us, but for now you must leave, lest the Dark Ones take you away."
"What are you talking about?" Michel demanded.
"There is no time to explain." Ojii-san told him, then he raised his staff and slammed it into the floor. A bright, glowing light spread out from it, engulfing the castle, and in the midst of it, with his wings not responding to his commands, Michel found himself in a freefall towards Earth.
When the time is right, you will return…
Chapter 1: Michel
"Hurry, Lucia-chan! If you don't walk faster, we're all gonna be late!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Lucia Nanami replied as she hurried after the orange haired girl. "Geeze, Seira, I didn't know Monday was something to get so excited about."
"Cut her some slack," Hanon Hosho, Lucia's best friend, advised her. "Seira's just anxious to turn in her poetry assignment."
"Do you think it was cheating to use Birth of Love?" Seira asked as she turned to the other two girls. "After all, I mean, it is my song."
Lucia wasn't listening. "Rina! Over here!"
The green-haired girl turned and saw them then came over to join them. "Ready for another Monday?" She asked.
"No!" Lucia moaned. "I didn't get my math assignment done!"
Hanon and Rina both gave her exasperated looks. "If you're talking about assignment thirty-two, we were told about it last Thursday." Hannon told her.
"I know! But I hate math!" Lucia replied.
Before Hanon or Rina could reply, the bell began to ring.
"Now we're really gonna be late!" Seira said as she broke into a run. "Come on!"
"Man, am I glad first period is over." Lucia muttered as she leaned against a wall in the hallway. "I hate Mondays."
"Lucia-chan!" Seira raced over to her, waving a paper back and forth. "I got an "A" on my assignment!"
"Good job, Seira." Rina said as she walked over. "How'd first period go, Lucia?"
Lucia moaned. "Don't ask. It was awful."
"Lucia, Rina, Seira!" Hanon called as she raced over to them. "What's up?"
"We're waiting for the next class to begin." Rina replied, but Hanon awasn't listening.
"Who's that?" She asked, looking down the hall where the lockers were. "I've never that guy here before."
He was taller than most of the male students at the school, and even though his hair was white, it was obvious he wasn't very old. His pupil-less eyes were pale blue, his white hair was pulled back into a ponytail except for two short strands hanging down in front of his ears. He was wearing the typical boy's uniform for the school, and a gold cuff bracelet on his left wrist.
He pulled an instrument case from his locker, than closed the door.
Lucia, Hannon, and Rina were still watching him when Seira nearly screamed, "Michel!"
Startled, the newcomer turned to face the face the four of them.
"Michel?" Lucia asked.
"Yes!" Seira replied. "He's Michel! Can't you tell?"
He raised an eyebrow at the four of them. "Do I know you?"
"Yes, you know us!" Seira said. "Remember when you tried to take over the world and you absorbed me into your wings but I knew you weren't evil and we sang our song and the Ancient Ones came back took you back home and-"
The new student looked completely dumbfounded. "I have no idea what you're talking about." The small gold hoop earrings in his ears quivered slightly as he shook his head.
"What's your name?" Rina asked him.
"Michel Yoriwofuruis." Michael replied.
"Don't you remember?" Seira asked as she grabbed onto his arm. "I'm Seira!"
"I don't think I've met you before." Michel replied. And I think I'd remember if I had.
Seira, though, was not to be deterred, and swiped the instrument case Michel was carrying out of his hands. She snapped it open to reveal exactly what she'd been hoping to find: a gold concert flute.
"See, you have to be Michel! You even have his flute!"
Michel swiped the case back, snapped it shut, and stuffed it in his dark green backpack. "That's my flute."
"Can you play it?" Seira asked.
"Yes, I can play it; I can play it very well." Michel slung his backpack over his shoulder and turned to walk away. "It was interesting meeting you, but I have to get to class."
The four girls watched as Michel walked away.
"I get the feeling we won't be going home very soon." Hanon observed.
"Seira, are you sure that was Michel? Maybe you were wrong." Lucia suggested.
"I'm not wrong! That was Michel!" Seira insisted.
"He did say his name was Michel." Rina said slowly.
"And he did have a flute." Hanon offered.
"But why doesn't he remember anything?" Lucia asked.
"I don't know." Rina said. "But maybe we'd better keep an eye on him."
There was no time to discuss anything further, for just then the bell began to ring, and the girls headed off to their classes.
A wraithlike figure was standing in the hall a few feet behind the girls as they walked away. She had long black hair, and golden yellow eyes. On the left side of her head, she was wearing a yellow star shaped clip.
"Yes, Mermaid Princesses, please keep an eye on him." She said softly, then closed herself in her four black wings and vanished away.
T.A.R.N.S.: Please don't kill me for this… I just wanted a story about Michel and then I watched Max Heart as was inspired, and well, yeah.
I'm not really following the plot of Max Heart, though this was inspired by it. I haven't finished all of Max Heart yet, but, hey. Credit where credit is due. I'm assuming most of you know how honorifics work, so there's only a couple things I'll need to go over. First: Ojii-san. This is supposed to mean 'grandfather' and is the name I gave to the leader of the Ancient Ones. As for the mysterious thing that attacked the castle and Arella, we'll learn more about them later. Michel's last name will be explained later, too.
Anyway, please review and tell me what you thought. ConCrit is welcome, flames will be laughed at.
[EDIT: Corrected for misc. spelling errors on 2-16-17]