NewType: Xros Angel

This story is a side-quest for me to do while I am completeing the first, second and third series of NewType. This is an unofficial fourth series, but I will keep true to this storyline, what with every character's personality and all. DISCLAIMER: All of the characters in this fanfiction are completely of my own creation, and if are named similarly to any person, real or dead, is coincidental.

Spoilers!
The series starts with this happening: Frost and Skyhawk (series 2-3) die and are brought to the OverWorld, a place between life and death (a sort of 'waiting room' for spirits). There, they befriend several other astral animals. The first two chapters take place on Earth.

Episode 01: 'Cross'-roads of destiny
The road home was extremely difficult for Benkei Oozora. Filled with bullies, pulling trips and shoves; not to mention that it always seemed like everyone was staring at him, waiting to see his next blunder, he was known for playing card games a lot, and people harassed him for it, calling him a nerd. It was even worse when he got home. Benkei started walking slowly down the sidewalk away from the school. His best friend, Tristan, sided up beside him. "Hey, Ben." Benkei looked down blatantly before muttering, "Hey Tristan. How are you?" Tristan looked at Ben before saying in puzzlement, "Why so glum, chum?" He held his head down, trying to get his friend's attention, but quickly eyed a necklace around Ben's neck. Held around the teenager's neck with a chainlink, was a silver cross necklace,  with an carefully-carved amber stone heart set dead-center. The four legs of the cross ended in bejeweled points. It was sparkling intensely in the afternoon sunlight. "Where'd you get that cross?", the boy stared at it in awe. Ben snapped out of his trance, "What? Oh, this?", he said, picking it up. "Remember? I got this as a Christmas present last year." Tristan remembered instantly, "Oh, yeah! That year you became a Christian!", Tristan grinned excessively at his Japanese-American friend. "Nice move, my man." Tristan held up his fist for a fist-bump, and Ben thumped his balled fist into his friends'. Later, at a fork in the sidewalk, Tristan and Benkei parted ways. "See you Monday.", Tristan waved goodbye as Benkei did the same, while thinking sorrowly, "I wish you didn't have to leave me...." Ben was thinking about his father. Ever since his mother died, his dad started taking drugs to ease his sadness. Ben had to endure the berating and degrading commentary of his father for three years, and in order to protect her, his aunt and uncle took Kari, because they only had one guest room, and not enough blankets to make a pallet anywhere. Ben was all alone in the world. He had friends at school, but because of the bullies at school and his father, he thought he didn't have much to live for. That was the day that Tristan took him to his church. There, Ben accepted Christ and brimmed with hope like a beacon ever since.

It was nightfall when Benkei got to his dwelling. Inhaling quickly, he said, bracing, "Here goes somethin'." Ben walked into the two-story building and instantly stopped. His heart nearly jumped out of his throat. His father was standing right there. Benkei could smell the scent of drugs fuming off of his father's clothes. He laughed sheepishly before throwing a comment, "H-hey.... dad..." His dad said nothing. Ben tried to tiptoe off to his room, but his father's booming voice stopped him dead-cold in his tracks. "Where were you?!" He grabbed the fourteen year-old by the shoulder and whipped him around. Ben's eyes were slowly wavering with tears as his father slurrily bellowed at him, "You were supposed to be here a few minutes ago! 8 o'clock SHARP!" His father used to be in the military, and was always talking about being 'on time', 'on the dot', and especially 'sharp'. "S-sorry dad, I-" Ben's father grasped his hairy, adult hands around the teen's tiny, little neck, close to choking him. "Dad, Dad...? Da-- Ack!" The drug-blinded man was too far away for ben's light to reach him as he squeezed tighter. The boy felt himself being lifted into the air, and struggled frantically to release himself from his enraged father's grip. The man quickly opened his now sweaty hand, letting his son drop onto the hardwood floor. "Ow......" The boy's father barely had a second to blink, before the tear-blinded boy was last seen rushing upstairs, crying a river of tears behind him. Benkei sat in his room, sobbing himself quietly to sleep.

The next day was a saturday, and Ben creeped quietly through the living room, careful not to awaken his father sleeping on a recliner; and then ran out to the park not to far from his house.The boy was wearing a buttoned blue vest, that had high shoulder rims and three large buttons running along the side. He wore a darker short-sleeved blue shirt underneath it, and as always, he had his cross with him. When Ben got to the park, he sat down on a bench and watched the dads play with their sons and daughters. "Good work, Max!" "There you go! Keep going, May!" Ben's eyes welled up with tears as he lied down on the wooden bench, and pulled out his necklace. "I wish I could go somewhere else then here.....", Benkei mumbled, sadly gazing at the amber heart in the center. It was radiating, the sun's rays penetrating the crystal, allowing golden-brown and yellow light to pierce through. All of a sudden, without warning, a beam of light encapsuled the boy, creating a gatelike pattern around the bench's feet ,and rendering him unconscious. Ben's body was pulled into the sky with amazing velocity, and no one even slightly noticed the phenomenon. All that was left for anyone to see was a bench, and an abandoned deck of trading cards.