Where angels don't usually tread (Sumi)

"Let's see..."

Andrew had a calm expression on his face as he was in research mode once again. However, instead of dealing with cooking he seemed to be working still with trying to understand the Latin language. Ever since he had met Tawny he seemed to be more curious about the language and where it came from. As he worked between writing things down from what looked like his "Latin for dummies" book, he also had been looking through other books as well. Being a man who has a very strange line of logic at times, his time understanding the Latin language had slowly transitioned from his book to translate from to reading some books about religions from the past. Eventually this line of thinking brought to a random book he had found about angels. As Andrew tried to decipher the book from the Latin language, he couldn't help but think about angels. He had never seen one before in his life. For that matter he had never seen any demons before either. As he tapped his pen on the paper, he had a piece of food in his mouth while seeming to be in a contemplative state. "Hmm...I wonder if these angels and demons were actually shinigami and arrancar. I mean the way they depict these guys could easily look like a bankai or even a ressurecion." Sighing softly, he now seemed to be staring at the picture of the angel while tilting his head curiously. "I wonder if you were real. I wouldn't really be surprised if you were after everything I encountered in my life. But still it would be interesting to see if you were real." He continued to talk to himself, maintaining his monologue as he continued to jot down notes. From first glance it would seem random for a person to simply talk to himself, but he had been in his own world and there were now plenty of questions to ask.

It was a nice sunny day in Fuma park, not to mention calm. Despite the chill that the fall months brought, people still came out to the park. Some even wore outfits that weren’t really made for cold weather, though today wasn’t really a cold day. The temperature was that perfect cool, where the feeling of the air on one’s skin felt wonderful. The leaves on the trees were a plethora of colors, and the various evergreens kept the green throughout these cold months. A gentle breeze blew through the trees and across the fields, making everything sway gently back and forth. It wasn’t crowded, only a few people here and there. Some were human, some were Shinigami, some were some other races. Most of these people lived in Karakura, but one in particular did not live anywhere near here. The exact distance was undefined, simply because her home was in a different dimension. High above the Soul Society, on Iramasha island.

As she skipped along the path, in the joyous manner in which she usually moves, her bright red hair blew along with the breeze. The bow that kept it tied up as it went down her back almost resembling angel looking wings whenever it rest along her back. He bright red eyes glowed in the sunlight almost as much as her smile was. The smile was rather gentle and innocent. The way she moved showed that it seemed she didn’t have a care in the world. At first glance, she didn’t seem like the type of person to fight at all. However, fighting was in her blood, and if forced into one or just sparring for fun, she could get pretty scary. However, this was not one of those days. For the Angel of the Saika was simply spending a day at the park. The Angel of Electricity, Sumika Saika.

At first glance this girl seemed strange. As stated before, she had a bow in her hair that resembled some sort of angelic wings. Not only that, but she had a bright white dress on. All of the factors combined made her look like the most innocent person on the planet, almost slightly angelic. On top of that, the aura she gave off itself seemed slightly angelic in nature. This was because she was an Angel Iramasha obviously. Still, a girl whom looked to be 17 skipping through the park was definitely something that would catch anyone’s eye. Even if one wasn’t looking, the aura of this Iramasha was hard to miss. At some point she stopped and looked off to the side. There was a man there who was reading some various books. Normally she wouldn’t have noticed, at least without some stimulus to look in that direction. That stimulus came in the form of his energy.

The man had a feeling Sumika was familiar with. This man was a Vizard, though Sumika couldn’t tell that much. All she did know was his energy felt familiar. The energy he is giving off, it feels like big brother’s. It only made sense. Her brother, Snopy Saika, was a Vizard. Last time she had seen him he was one, and nowhere in the exchange did the topic come up. As a result, the innocent Iramasha didn’t know what a Vizard was yet. She had never dealt with one before and known it. So with this in mind she decided to go over to him. She was not, however, going to inquire about his energy or anything of the sort. She was just curious. As she came up to the man, she spoke in her usual loud happy voice. Hey, what kind of book are you reading!

"Wha...woah!"

Andrew had been completely taken off guard by the cheerful voice of the girl that had approached him. He had been stuck in his own little world, thinking about random things which only seemed to get even more stranger with his line of thinking as thought about angels. He had been going through his slice of random logic, talking about ideas about how Cupid could have been an angel or if there was actually a possibility if whenever a bell rings an angel could even be able to get wings. He had remained oblivious with everyone around him before getting immediately surprised by the girl. He fell flat on his back, looking up at the sky as he saw both his notebook and his book of translations land comfortably on his chest. He sighed in relief, glad that he didn't land on either book and then by accident tearing a page or two out.

Readjusting his glasses, he slowly got back up to his feet as he spoke to the girl. "I was just looking at some translations for the Latin language." He was going to add more to his explanation but he had found himself staring at the girl with a curious expression much like how an animal found a shiny object and was trying to understand how it worked. He looked right into her eyes curiously, knowing her reiatsu was something he never felt before. She definitely wasn't human and he did not see anything that would give her the appearance of the hollow. So the only question in his mind now was this: what was she? He thought at first to beat around the bush, but then he immediately cast it aside. As much as he wanted to learn more about Latin, he wanted to understand what she was or else it was going to simply nag at him all day long. "If you don't mind me asking, I was kind of wondering what you are. You don't feel like a shinigami, and you definitely do not look like an arrancar. I want to say human, but even that seems not right to me either."