Haita Onni

I... can't believe it's really going to happen.

Is... everything ready?

(Will be unable to comment, this is an actual event the occurs between Onni and, to a degree, Ghost!Mon.)
Faitayuu Onnifuji got out of bed for the third time that night. He couldn't sleep... he checked his PDA once more... the post that stood out so vividly in his mind.

'Underground Duels', she had said...

"Hoshi-chan... what are you doing?" Onni muttered to himself.. I said I didn't care if she destroyed herself.... that's a downright lie. I'm her friend, I've got a deep friendship with Hoshi and... oh, Onni, c'mon, face it. You're in love. And Ikutsuki-san. What's he did to Hoshi with the drug is... despicable. But I can't focus on that right now. I need to find a way to disguise myself and find out where Hoshi is doing these underground duels at... but how?

Listen up, kid. I'll help.

Onni stopped pacing his room, looking around... Oh, great. The voice again. Ever since Onni had been electrocuted by Yukio, he had been hearing the voice mutter and sometimes say sentences under.. his breath? It sounded like a guy...this, however, was the first attempt it had made to contact him directly.

Alright, kid, I wanna help you out here. Get your uniform on and follow my directions.

Onni, reluctantly threw on his Ra Yellow Uniform, walking out into the corridor... What does this voice know...? I know I'm going crazy but... well, if it can help me. So be it.

Hm... go left.... right..... right... left again... straight now... left a couple times.... there! That door. Open it up.

Onni looked at the door suspiciously... Wait. I remember this door. This is the room where I found those 'Fantasy Hero' cards. I thought I had already explored this room?

Onni opened the door and looked around... he could see nothing of importance at first.. until something underneath the bed caught his eye. He walked over and pulled out... a cloak made of almost shimmering silver.

As a favorite book of mine once said... use it well.

This is it? Onni wondered to himself, as he put the cloak on. This is just a standard cloa...wait. What is this? I feel like... not some other person, but like I could be.. anyone, and fit in. What... what a strange cloak... but it works, I guess!

"Um... thanks, mysterious voice." Onni said aloud to the empty room, walking cautiously out.

Don't mention it.

As Onni departed, the figure materialized itself... messy hair, white T-shirt, and blue jeans floated mid-air as the spirit of Mon Millennia looked at the now closed door, where Onni had been just moments ago.

Godspeed, Faitayuu Onnifuji. You'll need all the help you can get.

Mon took a longing glance at his own room before he once again faded out of reality.

Hm. I've only been here a couple days, so I can't be nostalgic like the others, but I did find something interesting while surfing around.

http://mon-millennia.livejournal.com/ - Who, exactly, is or was this?


((I'm sorry, I saw everyone getting nostalgic and I don't want to be my schoolwork, so I couldn't resist having Onni stumble upon Mon's old journal. So sue me.))