Meeting You
Chapter 1: Forgotten Memories
By: Crazyanimeluva
Disclaimer: Since this is rewritten, just wanted to let you know I OWN BEYBLADE! Just kidding this is a disclaimer, if you haven't noticed. Oh fine. I'll do it the boring way. I do not own beyblade or any of its characters.
Claimer: I do own Meeting You, the plot, my brain, Nami, Kenji, and Iris. If I manage to give other characters (whom all will come up later) some scripts about this story and they do get the part, I shall mention their owners!
I just wanted to say, is that I suggest you read this over again (although, you do not have to read it or review), as the story has many new details that are important to the sequel. All new chapters will have the (Edited and Re-written) thing right next to the chapter title so you can know what has been changed and updated. Since the older version was very stupid and moronically disorganized, I was hoping this version will turn out to be more accurate.
Oh and another thing, I don't like Kenny, and I don't like having to write about him. Over all he annoys me. So if Kenny suddenly disappears from the story, you now know why.
A light bodily thud echoed throughout the alleyway. The force of the wind emitted from a small metallic spinning top caused a teenage girl to be thrown backwards, against her will into a brick wall. White-hot pain erupted throughout her slender structure and the last of her consciousness slowly exited her body through the pain. She let out one last cry, causing her own metallic top to slam into the other one.
The collide caused a small explosion to occur, sending the owner of the other top to go flying into the street, and the girl to shield her eyes as parts of the dark blue dish was destroyed into fragments. At this point of night, not many people would notice the explosion. The girl against the brick wall caught the top as it flew back into her hand and black night took over her blurry vision.
The other person had been helped up by a group of rough looking people who sneered in the direction of the unconscious amethyst haired girl. The other person turned out to be a weedy looking teenage girl with dark green hair moped up into a messy ponytail with a bandana.
"Weakling." A dark haired boy said, cruel humor in his voice. He had a greenish tinge to his red streaked black hair, and cold gray eyes filled with malice and though he was much more of a sight to look at comparing to the green haired girl, he was related to her.
"Kenji, try and get her blade." The green haired girl said.
"Don't order me around." The boy now known as Kenji, crossed his arms, looking uninterested at the sight of the unconscious girl.
The green haired girl muttered some foul words in his direction before limping towards the girl. As the girl reached downwards to try and remove the top from the girl's hand, she let out a shriek of pain and pulled her hand away.
"Dammit! What the-? Don't you give a care about your sister!" The green haired girl hissed, her hand clasped tightly over her other burned one.
"Hmm, must have some sort of protection. I also don't give a hell about you, Iris. No one would." Kenji said, calmly, untouched by his sister's fresh words.
"Let's get out of here. It's no use." Iris said, glaring at her sibling.
"Hilary, I don't think-" A short boy with glasses and brown locks covering his eyes said to another brunette who was busy trying to wake up a teenage boy who happened to be disturbing other passengers on the aircraft they were currently on, obviously deeply asleep.
"Kenny, he's starting to annoy other people, so it might be a good idea." A blond headed boy next to the bespectacled boy said. The blond was dressed in such a manner with bright orange and green that he might've been called a kid, but inside he was quite sharp minded.
"But Max-" Kenny started to reply to the blond.
Apparently the girl named Hilary had poked, pinched, and slapped the nearly dead navy-haired boy with a baseball hat placed backwards on his rather large head. Hilary then buzzed for an airhostess and asked her for water with ice.
"I hope you don't plan on dumping that on his head." Another teenager sitting across from Hilary said, amusement on his face. The boy had jet-black hair, golden cat like eyes, and Chinese features reflecting from his face and clothes.
"Of course not Ray. I would NEVER do that, but I will-" Hilary said, carefully tipping the glass slowly over the snoring boy next to her, "-dump it into the back of his disgusting shirt so that each and every ice cube hits the spot."
As soon as the boy fell out of his seat (he had carelessly neglected his seat belt), and wriggled his body trying to rid his shirt of the freezing water and ice, Hilary broke out into a fit of laughter, Kenny smiled, Max grinned, and Ray chuckled. There happened to be only one member of this group that did not laugh, he didn't even smile the only trace of a mouth formation was a straight line.
His arms were crossed across his chest, lazy slate-blue tresses of hair lingered over his closed eyelids, and his posture was straight and lacked idleness. The aura he brought was quiet, calm, and serious. Anyone could tell that he preferred to be alone.
"Come on Kai, I know you would kill to do something like this to Tyson." Ray said, smiling, indicating the navy-haired boy and his rude awakening.
"I would, but I don't appreciate this stupidity anymore than I appreciate Tyson, and unless I don't remember correctly, it would be very less." The last member said looking quite annoyed. He opened his auburn colored eyes to look at Tyson distastefully.
"WHAT THE HECK HILARY?!!" Tyson shivered, trying to remove the last ice cube from his shirt.
"You should be named the Snore Reject." Hilary snapped, "You could've slept through an F5 hurricane, either that or your snore could be a siren for a natural disaster."
"Har har Hilary, har har. As if you don't do something weird in your sleep." Tyson retorted lamely.
"I don't." Hilary smirked.
"Why don't you two ever quit bickering?" Ray asked, sighing deeply.
"Never!" they responded before going back to snap at each other.
"Who died and made you queen?" Tyson asked.
"Did a monkey come up with that one for you?" Hilary asked.
"You shut up." Tyson growled.
"You two are causing a scene. Sit down." Kai commanded.
"Aww, gee Mr. Sourpuss comes in to ruin the day." Tyson sneered.
"Would you like me to hurt you?" Kai said darkly causing Tyson to sit down looking grumpy.
"Next time, Hilary, I'd advise you to remember that this moron is louder when he's awake." Kai muttered.
"Yeah, I kind of figured that." Hilary said looking annoyed.
"Come on people, we won't even make it to the hotel before tomorrow at this rate." Kenny sighed. Ray and Max shook their heads at the only two people bickering loud enough to call a crowd. Hilary and Tyson were at it again.
"You're always hungry! You wouldn't even care if someone died while you were eating and you would KEEP eating if someone did die!" Hilary said loudly.
"Ha! That's how much you know! A growing boy has a growing appetite." Tyson yelled.
"You outgrew the appetite years ago." This caused Ray and Max to snicker.
"You are such a-" Tyson started.
"Freak show." Kai muttered before turning around and walking off without the rest of the group.
"Who are you calling a freak?!" Tyson shouted, "Don't you leave without us! Acting all superior. Kisama!"
Kai was already too far ahead to hear what the boy was shouting about. Insults simply bounced off invisible walls and hit Tyson back in the face, smoldering his ego. Tyson though, was not one willing to give up. He had enough bones to pick with Hilary and this guy had to go and make it worse.
"Let it go, Tyson." Max said, shaking his head.
"What do you mean you didn't get it?!"
"What the hell! It burnt my hand! Would you try to pick up something after it scorched your flesh?!" Iris hissed.
"That is no way to speak to your father." A man said darkly.
"Father, I do apologize on my behalf. How should I say this nicely for Iris?" Kenji asked thoughtfully.
"Go ahead." The man snorted, his patience on the line.
"She's too stupid to comprehend the mission. The ungrateful brat needs more training don't you think?" Kenji asked innocently, his malicious eyes glittering.
"You-" Iris started angrily, hands curling into fists.
"Yes, I do believe she needs training. Kenji, I shall hope that this girl is worth the effort you may go. As for you, Iris, I suggest you get started." The man said smoothly.
"Yes sir." They both said simultaneously, although, the girl's tone was obviously filled with venomous hatred.
"Tyson, slow down, you'll choke!" Kenny exclaimed.
"Nah! My mouth is built for all this at once." Tyson said through a mouthful of noodles.
"I hope your stomach is prepared too." Hilary commented.
The group had stopped at a restaurant soon after they had left the airport. Tyson was busy stuffing his face, already through his 3rd plate, acting as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.
"I'm just going along with all this." Max said, raising his hands in defense as Hilary glared at them for allowing him more. Her irritation gathered up at the root and slowly began to boil. Slowly, she convinced herself that killing Tyson wasn't going to solve her problems┘well maybe it would, but she would have to restrain till after the tournament.
"I'm going for a walk." Kai said, monotonous as always, eyeing Tyson with a look of disgust.
"Some people just don't have the patience to watch me eat." Tyson said.
"Some people are just disgusted by your lack of manners." Hilary said.
Kai, utterly stained with boredom, pocketed his hands and began on his way to a place he did not know of until he got there. He randomly began measuring the streets deciding approximately how much peace time he would have before they came looking for him. A sigh escaped his lips as he walked before he put himself on autopilot, now immersing himself deeply into his thoughts, ignoring gawkers that recognized him, and disappeared into his dark world.
As he paused at a stoplight, he wondered when something abnormal would strike them again, not that he usually appreciated it, yet he still remained hesitantly curious. It would be soon though, seeing as how the upcoming world tournament always brought surprises, whether it be his own betrayal or something more irritating than Tyson.
The August afternoon sunlight lit up his pale skin, lightening his mood a notch, enjoying the warmth while it lasted. Unknown to the world around him, he despised rain and gray thunderclouds just like everyone else. It not only resulted from his past in Russia, the place he probably would hate more than hell itself, but he seemed to be the only one who believed himself always to be caught up in his own history. As dreary as it may be, the cloudy weather that did not appear that day reflected his own misunderstood personality, also something he hated because he trusted himself with the thought that it was too late to change. Perhaps a mild form of autophobia.
Kai lifted his head, bangs uncovering his eyes so he was free to look around. Something at the end of an alleyway caught his eye. It was glimmering, unusual for a place so dark, and with strict caution, he entered.
There were fragments of blue scattered in all directions once he reached near the end. Looking closely at a piece, he recognized it as a beydish, a number of possibilities lining up in his mind, but what he met at the end quickly diminished them. -
"Shouldn't Kai've been back by now?" Tyson asked lazily, leaning his head back against his crossed arms, satisfaction easily the best word to describe how he felt. His stomach was full, almost immediately numbing all the gaining anxiety at the upcoming tournament, and all he seemed to care about right now was a nice place to rest and relax all he needed for the next day.
"Yeah. I'm actually surprised he hasn't...wait, Kai's never on time, is he?" Ray muttered, quickly correcting his mistake and smiling to himself.
"Very true." Max said, grinning.
"Maybe he ran into trouble or something." Hilary suggested.
"Ahaha! Kai in trouble? The only trouble he's going to be getting is fangirls!" Tyson said, laughing loudly like he normally did, immediately reassuring everyone who was concerned.
"Still...it's already been 20 minutes. Should we go ahead and look for him?" Kenny suggested.
"Sure."
"Yeah."
"Now?! Why? It's always nice without the killjoy around." Everyone turned to give Tyson a look that seemed to say, "You know he'd be the one with an immediate victory tomorrow."
"Fine." Tyson's good mood was quickly extinguished as they headed down the street.
The expression Kai held now was shock. He stared at what had been left behind to die against the old brick wall. Trying to calculate all the details of what he would find himself facing, he found the very limp form of a young woman about a year younger than himself. Wondering what exactly had happened to the girl, he bent down to examine her, his mouth returning to a grim line.
Her amethyst hair was falling out of her ponytail, bangs carefully shielding her closed eyes, blood on the corner of her mouth, and a number of other scars apparent on her face, neck, arms, and most likely everywhere else her skin was exposed. He observed her face with detail, and for some reason she seemed familiar. He quickly shook his head of any hopes of trying to recognize her. He had learnt a long time ago that trying to piece together his past would only put him in an endless circle in which he would forever get lost in without any hopes of getting out.
He automatically deducted that she had won the battle from the beyblade still clutched in her hand tightly, and believed someone had tried to take it from her. He also noticed that she was very thin and it was obvious she hadn't eaten in days. With a slight frown he stood and wondered exactly what he would do. He wasn't completely a block of ice, but he didn't want anything to do with her. As it was, he had already come across a mess in his memories. He protested any attempts to find where he had seen her, because as it was, he had no recollection of what his past was like before he was under his grandfather's control except a few scraps he could barely even recognize.
Luckily for Kai, the group had located him, and everyone began to stare at the unconscious girl, mouths open.
"Kai?" Ray questioned, seriously.
"I found her here. She needs medical attention." He said calmly, "Kenny, you might want to check on her before we make anymore decisions. There's a fact that some of us may not want to get themselves involved in another person's business."
With that he turned and walked out to visible streets where sunlight was fading into cooling dusk.
"Jerk." He heard Hilary mutter under her breath as she carefully lifted the unconscious girl's head into her lap.
In the background he could hear his teammates discussing in hushed voices about what exactly they were going to do with the girl.
"Kai's right. She looks like she's been out for a few days and she's really cold and pale. We need to get her to a hospital." Kenny muttered.
"She's pretty though..." Hilary said quietly.
"What the heck is Kai's problem?" Tyson asked furiously.
Kai leaned against the building facing the street across; his bangs covered his eyes, hiding any trace of emotion that was left behind on his features. Now, no one could tell how confused he was. This girl...he had seen her before, but where? He wasn't sure exactly why his mind kept drifting back to her, but the more he resisted searching for her in his memories, the more he wanted to.
"Who is she?"
Anyway, I hope you liked the edited version of ch.1 (which by the way was approximately 8 pages long. I completely redid everything so that it had a little more background.
Oh by the way, I'm getting some help with Japanese from my friend. So you'll be hearing all sorts of words and such...some you may not want to say in public.
Word of the Day:
Kisama- You bastard!