Bloodline: Blood's thicker then Water

Written By: Dranz3r

Summary: Kai never knew he had a half sister, but then, neither did his mother and father. Dranzer knew she had a half brother, but never knew his name. She knew her father was alive but didn't care why she had never met him. In her senior year she struggles to determine if she should track them down, or just let the past stay dead.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of their affiliates. This IS a companion fic to Zadien's 'Smell's Like Team Spirit" and YES I do have her permission to use her characters and relationships. I have also gained permission of every other OC that may appear that doesn't belong to Zadien herself. I will disclaim each of them as they appear, for now you will get to enjoy the wonderful world of the rejects...

Sonia Martini is Property of SpitfireSae.

Chapter One: Bakutan High: Home of The Rejects

"Dranzer!!!! WAIT UP!!!!!!!!" Foxy's frantic footsteps slapped against the old peeling lino, one hand reaching ahead of him. The other waved frantically to call his best friends attention.

A girl ahead of him glanced back and turned to him. She had the distinct look of someone who had been broken from deep thought.

"Hey Foxman, what's your hurry?" She greeted the cheerful youth as he panted, bent double and pressed his hands on his knees before her. Her bejeweled rouge eyes flashed in good humor.

"You – You walk too damn fast!" he huffed, catching his breath, he leaned back, playfully glaring at her.

"You're just slow" she quipped tossing her two-toned hair over her shoulder. "Come on then" she beckoned sarcastically, successfully goading his temper to obscurity.

Rolling his eyes Foxy followed her, sneaking his arm around her shoulders. "So when are you going to let me take you out?" he said stifling a yawn.

She would have glared, except after 2 years it just wasn't worth it, "how about never-thirty. Sound good?"

He shrugged. "It's kinda late"

Dranzer hn'd her nose in response, playing their age-old game.

She smiled and waved at King and Queen as they passed. Her thoughts wandered as she felt an all too familiar ache of nerves in her abdomen. The qualifying rounds for the nationals were coming up fast, she hoped she was ready.

SMACK

Foxy howled with laughter as Dranzer kicked out her leg and connected it with an all-too-familiar cement pillar. For crying out loud! How often did she need to hit that damn thing, before she got it through her thick skull; that it was just not going to move for her?

"Bastard" she snarled at it.

"Oh man, priceless!" he clutched his gut, "It just gets funnier!" he laughed, pointing a finger at her on the ground.

"You see? Now why would you want to date me if I'm that clumsy?" she said, watching him stumble to the side as his laughter got the better of him.

Dranzer rubbed her nose tenderly as she watched on as Foxy backed into a first year girl and knocked her to the ground.

"For that matter why would I date you if you are that clumsy?" She added standing up and dusting herself off.

He apologized, helping the first year to her feet, before turning a roguish grin on her.

"Ah, Dran, its not about the grace you have standing up" he said hugging her as she made a face and tried to hit him.

"Beautiful, oh now, hold it right there!" Raul purred into his camera as he recorded Dranzer and Foxy struggling and doing a wonky version of a tango. "Great angle" he mused as they stumbled across the hall with an almighty crash.

Dranzer whipped around, dragging Foxy with her "Look, Raul, we've been over this: If you want to stalk me, time has to be pre-paid, just like everyone else.."

Raul stuck his tongue out at her and circled the two fumbling teenagers.

"what about Foxy? He gets to molest you, I never see him paying up" He teased her and swung the camera out of her reach, Foxy threw her off balance, whilst pushing her into a wild spin.

"I have a running tab, 'sides molesting her is my unique privilege." he remarked, tripping over Dranzer's feet, landing hard on his left knee, while Dranzer fell into a passing group of third years. "Sorry"

"Like hell you do. I just haven't gotten around to beating you for it" she stated, helping him up. "You promise?" he flashed her a lecherous grin and she blushed, caught off guard by his random perverseness.

"Awe, you two are so cute together, Foxy is a tribute to his breed" Ming Ming's sing song voice sounded as she passed them on her way to drama.

"What's that? Desperate and Degenerate?" Dranzer teased, recovering.

"Oh, Dran. That hurt" he said, miming grabbing his heart "Right here!" he gasped as his eyes rolled back comically.

"The truth has that affect on people" She shot smiling coyly. Foxy glared at her sideways while she feinted and deftly stole Raul's camcorder.

"You love it. Don't lie" she returned the lechery, but missed her friends reaction.

"Hey!" The red head exclaimed comically as Dranzer held it out of his reach. Raul for all his amusing qualities, was really very short for a boy. But then he was two years younger then her, he was a late bloomer. However that didn't stop the older girl from taking the mickey out of him for it.

"Oh sorry did you want this?" she grinned sarcastically as she side stepped Raul and around Foxy, trying to erase his recent footage.

"You prat that's a recording of my ass!" she groaned. Raul stopped in his tracks and backed up a few paces, lest the bluenette tried to turn on him.

"You have to admit it's a very nice ass" Foxy commented as Dranzer circled around him again trying to stay a step ahead of Raul. He watched the scene with detached elegance, pushing his copper hair from his face scanning the corridor for his so-called ex-girlfriend.

She smirked arrogantly, "Yeah, I know," She snapped, shooting a death glare at the younger teen.

Raul narrowed his eyes, seeing an opening, he dove for his camera. Dranzer effortlessly lifted it out of his reach and stole down the corridor.

"what do you say we give a tour Raul?" she called over her shoulder, stopping long enough to turn the camera towards her.

"I do believe everyone should see the view...say...from the bottom of the pool?" she winked at the lens.

Raul's face paled. "You wouldn't dare." Foxy grimaced, glancing at Dranzer, who was already half way up the corridor.

"Oh, I think she would"

She trotted languidly down the hall, her boots muting the sound of her steps, as her wool skirt flirted with her stocking clad legs.

"What's the matter Foxy? Looks like your prey is getting away" Queen purred at him as she passed flouncing with her new boy toy. He glared detest-fully at his ex and his obvious replacement; he grabbed Raul by the collar of his black Slipknot t-shirt

"C'mon Raul, let's get her"

"Yes,let's" The ruby haired one growled tearing after the laughing Bluenette, Foxy hot on his heels.

She fled the scene, knowing full well she would never make it to the pool hall. Foxy would catch her in a dead run, he always had before. The camcorder was still recording as she flew up a flight of stairs, meaning to lose her pursuers.

She winced, looking down as she heard the door she came through crash open, Foxy was only feet behind her, Raul was no where to been scene. She locked a challenging glare with him before slipping away up a second flight.

"Run Dranzer, I will catch you" he called after her, laughing and gasping for breath at the same time. She turned as she went through a door to her left – "You wish, smart ass"

"Better then a dumb ass!!!" she heard before the door clicked shut. With no time to think she ran the length of the corridor, only to be horrified as the door on the end was locked.

Foxy came flying in with a crash and stopped seeing her on the other side of the corridor, gazing thoughtfully at the windows.

He grinned maliciously, his hands resting on his hips as he caught his breath. "Caught you"

She stuck out her tongue, "Says you, I'm not willing to surrender" she stated sidestepping her way towards the windows, intent on keeping her eyes on her crafty friend.

"Where are you going to go?" He asked offhanded, a rich self assured laugh laced his words. "Out the window?" he laughed decisively.

"Maybe"

"Their locked" he stated blandly. She gave him a suspicious stare, "How do you know? Try to escape before?"

"As a matter of fact, I was apprehended in this very corridor, in my second year" he responded, counting the seconds before his friend arrived.

He may have been faster then her, but to his dismay she was stronger then him. "What did you do?" she asked buying time.

She was not interested in fighting with him, he was damn near stronger then her, and she was wearing a skirt. Not that, that would stop her from winning, she just didn't feel like flashing him.

Perhaps, some other day.

"I was dropping water balloons on the first years, but our wonderful Dean decided that wasn't very appropriate." He stated, taking yet another step closer to her. She noticed belatedly that he had been taking a step with every word he said, done so casually she hadn't even noticed.

"You were only second year, that is strictly a senior year activity." She berated him, he was now almost half way to her.

He laughed ridiculously. "You know most people would be laughing at the fact I was throwing water balloons, not reprimanding me for not being politically correct" he teased her, as once again her strict upbringing had ruled over her sense of humor.

She frowned at him. "Oh, shut up"

"That was witty" he drawled, very much pleased with himself.

"Anyhow, from that day on, these windows have all been locked up, hence why it is so hot in the summer." He guestured lazily, taking a few more steps.

"So it is your fault? That I die during math class? You suck."

"I don't see a reason to be upset; the hotter temperature guarantees me a strip show after second period every year." He laughed at her dumbfounded expression. He shrugged causally as if helpless to his genius.

Dranzer hn'd her nose thoughtfully as she juggled the device with practiced ease. "You are a spectacular ass, did you know that?"

He shrugged elegantly, a gesture that hadn't been natural until recently.

Finally she stopped and turned to face him, the sunlight reflected off her jeweled necklace. Her mouth quirked into a barely there smirk.

Foxy stopped before her, his hands in his jeans standing quietly, watching her intently. She quirked an eyebrow, not taking her eyes off him, he tossed his head ever so gently.

Silence settled around them in a stalemate.

Suddenly, Raul burst through the door behind her and Dranzer scooted out of the way only to be contained by Foxy, she was blinded by a flash, lost her balance and was blinded once more by another flash.

Disoriented, Dranzer didn't bother to fight as Raul extracted his prized possession and gave the couple a cheeky grin.

"Ha! I win again! Sorry Dran, but men rule and all that sod." he said swinging his hand out of her reach as she made to retrieve the camera.

"What the hell does that mean?" She said blinking away the dark spots in her vision. Raul bolted, with Dranzer hot on his heels, cursing him.

Foxy chuckled as he picked up the digital camera Raul had forgotten and flipped through the review. He closed the door to the corridor behind him softly as he listened to Dranzer chase Raul back down the stairs.

"Revenge is bliss" he mused, as he heard the metal door slam shut.


"Let's go ladies! Only 10 weeks until Nationals!"

Dranzer balanced precariously on her toes as she practiced on the balance beam. Throwing her toe in front of her as she leaned back into a handstand she slowly felt her way through the choreographed routine she'd been taught a few minutes before hand.

"Keep at it Ming Ming! Work those bars! Remember 2 3/4 rotations then reverse!, another 2 ½ rotations and reverse dismount!"

She felt the cool wood under her hand and braced herself, throwing her legs up and separated them into a perfect split and then rotating her body until she was facing the wall, lifting one hand off of the beam and replacing it before rotating a second time. Now came the hard part, she brought her legs back up and tried to split them scissor-wise, succeeding she then threw her weight forward and was upright, her arms splayed to keep her balance as one leg was perfectly vertical behind her and the other beneath her.

"Very nice work Dranzer, now put some speed into it and you might finish your routine before the judges die of boredom" drawled her coach walking past her as Dranzer struggled to keep her balance.

She snarled inwardly, she hated that man. But he was the best coach in the region, known for making world champions. She sighed and let down her leg, stretching out her back. The Balance Beam was not her strong suit, she was a vaulter, a floor tumbler, and her personal favorite, a damn dancer. But Gymnastics was her best bet for making it big, or so her mum said. Dranzer turned around and began the more technical side of her routine. She flipped forwards, grabbing her balance before trying to reverse it. Ideally she should be able to flip forwards and backward with out resting in between.

But Dranzer wasn't sure how she was going to execute that particular trick, she wasn't bloody spring loade

Dranzer loved Gymnastics, she just hated the judging system. A perfect 10? Not on your life. But yet here she was with 8 other girls striving for that very perfection.

"I did it!! I actually did it!!!" Ming Ming cried jumping up and down. Dranzer eyed her as their coach walked over to her, clapping sarcastically.

"Yes Ming Ming, you did do it" He said grinning down at her. Dranzer held her breath, her ruby eyes flashing in warning. Ming Ming beamed like a child. Dranzer lowered her gaze, this wouldn't be pretty.

" I did it just like you said, 2 3/4 rotations, then reverse, 2 ½ rotations and then reverse dismount!!! I didn't think I could do it, but I did!" She rattled on positively beside herself, proud as one should be for completing a difficult task.

Her hair bounced as she turned and beamed at the other girls, who were nodding in acknowledgment. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her brow as she turned back to her leering coach.

Dranzer knew she could have done that maneuver with her eyes closed. But then she imagined Ming Ming could have done her balance beam routine just as easily. She nodded as well when Ming Ming met her gaze.

"Yes, 2 3/4 rotations, reverse, 2 ½ rotations and reverse dismount. However Ming Ming," Her coach leered awfully.

"Next time wear a proper bra, that thing you say is 'regulation' is clearly not doing its job. The judges will not give you a ten just because you flash them."

Ming Ming's face burned and she looked down, unconsciously adjusting the strap of the aforementioned bra. "I am very sorry Coach Gideon, it-" she took a steadying breath. "It won't happen again" her voice hitched, hinting at the anger in her heart.

Gideon continued to look down on her. "See that it doesn't" he walked away, writing something down on his clip board, and disappeared into his office. A couple of the other girls gave Ming Ming sympathetic looks, Mathilda the youngest in the group gave her a hug.

"I thought it was brilliant, we all did" the pink haired girl said trying to cheer her up.

From across the room, Dranzer had her back to the scene, steadying her mind set. She really, really, hated that man.

She glanced at the clock and realized she was finished. The gymnastics team that she usually competed with was made up of 3 girls, Mathilda, Ming Ming and herself. She grabbed her bag and headed for the showers. The 6 other girls were all aspiring gymnasts, but lacked the discipline to compete nationally.

"Unfortunately, what you say doesn't matter" she heard Ming snarl at the pink-eyed girl. Dranzer rolled her eyes, they would never grow up.

"I was just trying to help! Excuse me!" Mathilda snapped back as Dranzer approached. "No one asked you too!"

"No, they shouldn't have too. It's called friendship, now apologize Ming" Dranzer interjected tersely, before they could rip each other to shreds.

"This has fuck all to do with you Dranzer, I didn't see Gideon criticize you for messing up your routine" Ming snarled, rounding on the older girl clearly in a murderous mood.

Mathilda continued to glower, but Dranzer just pinned Ming with a unimpressed stare "And what is that suppose to mean?" she asked coolly.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, don't pretend Dran, you are a horrible liar." Mathilda blinked in true innocence as Dranzer's cool ruby eye's locked on to Ming's furious amber one's.

"Are you suggesting that Gideon favors me?" her voice falling into a distinctly cultured drawl, a loose fist cocked on her teal leotard hip. Ming smirked, falling back on her heels, determined to see the other girl lose her temper.

"I guess I am, aren't I?" she said smirking wider.

"Don't be ridiculous Ming, Dran would never allow that" Mathilda defended, crossing her hands defensively over her chest. But her words fell on deaf ears as Ming tried to intimidate her elder cousin.

Cathleen Dranzer Sae Masters pinched the T of her nose as she contemplated her next move; they were suppose to be friends after all, although Ming had some audacity to even suggest she enjoyed Gideon's attention.

"It's alright Matti." Dranzer said finally, her sense of pride bristled unsatisfied beneath the surface. "Ming, think about what you are saying."

"I know what I said, are you so low as to suck to Gideon to get in at nationals?" Ming snarled flipping her palms up in a show or disgust.

Dranzer snorted disbelievingly, gazing at her younger cousin through her slate bangs.

"Maybe. Is your pride so hurt that you think fighting me will solve your problems?" she dead panned, staring her down.

"You are afraid of losing aren't you?"

"Answer the question Ming Ming" Dranzer stated firmly. She would get through to her, even if it did come down to a fight.

"Sure, but answer mine first" Ming Ming folded her arms.

"Are you sucking up to Gideon so you can go to Nationals?" She asked plainly, gazing unabashedly at her cousin.

A slate blue brow winged up in mild agitation.

"Are you daft? I hate the man for god's sake. No Ming, I am not sucking up to Gideon, I leave that to the inept" she replied calmly.

"Liar"

"Stop it" Dranzer commanded suddenly. She was fed up with the girls tantrum.

"Excuse me--" Ming started angrily but at the receiving end of Dranzer's hard glare she stopped.

The two gazed for a moment, Ming's molten amber clashing with Dranzer's blood-likened ruby.

Mathilda gazed scared between her friends, she was quite sure she was about to lose both of them.

Eventually Dranzer sighed tiredly breaking eye contact with her little cousin. "Are you finished yet?"

Her expression was slightly exasperated as Ming Ming bristled visibly.

"Come of it Ming Ming, I know Gideon is a prick." she started, trying to reason with the girl before her "Believe me I know." she stressed.

Ming Ming looked to the ground ashamedly.

"Dude, just keep this in mind next time he says something about your bra," Dranzer snickered catching her friend off guard.

"We all know he watches porn in his office after every practice." She said shrugging innocently and despite themselves they all glanced over to the small office and sure enough the blinds were drawn, a suspicious light flickered behind them.

Smiles played across the girls faces.

Ming looked back up at Dranzer grinning a little. "I'm sorry" she looked at Mathilda.

" I was just SO MAD!"

"Seriously Dranzer, what would we do with out you?"

"Fight like the immature freaks of nature you are?" Dranzer wondered absently. Ming shoved her and stuck out her tongue.

"Seriously, I'm sorry" Ming repeated somberly.

"That is okay" Dranzer said looking at Mathilda, who was making a face at Ming.

"Right, so next time I'm gonna bust your balls, okay?" Matti said grinning innocently at their dumbfounded faces.

Laughing Ming Ming slung an arm around the pink haired girls shoulders "It's a deal" Matti dug her in the ribs as both girls began to play fight with each other.

Dranzer looked on amused, these were her best girlfriends, they were irreplaceable.

"Move it you two, I haven't the time for this" Dranzer said pushing the girls off to the showers.

After they had showered and changed she said goodbye to the girls and walked along the Preston corridors, this school was so different from her own in Bakutan. She went to public school, Bakuten High, she only drove to Preston because the gymnastics equipment was national grade and her coach refused to teach anywhere else.

At the moment the school was quiet as there was a hockey game going on, so most of the school was there. She rolled her head along her neck, walking quietly to the front doors, she knew her way around fairly well as her and Ming had gone exploring a few times.

Dressed in maroon track pants and a black tank with the Bakuten crest on the back, she stuck out like a sore thumb. She slung her green denim bag over her other shoulder as she pushed her way through the front doors, breathing the late fall air.

There was frost on the ground and she wondered how long until winter hit in full force, spring was the end of her training season and the beginning of competitions that would last for the next 2 - 3 months depending on how well she did.

She grabbed her keys and opened the door to her blue 93 Buick Regal. It wasn't a flashy car but it was a good car, and it nearly busted her budget saving for it. She glanced across the lot to see a shiny black Pontiac Firebird and admired it longingly. That was her dream car.

Her phone rang in her bag and she stooped down to open it as the door to the hockey rink opened, pouring out celebrating home team supporters.

She flipped open her phone.

"Hey Jules what's up?" she asked trying to open her car door, the wind was beginning to pick up.

"Hi Dran, umm I need a favor" said the voice on the other end, she sounded a bit shaken up. Concerned Dranzer cradled the phone and pulled herself inside closing the door,

"Sure, anything you need. Something wrong Julia?"

"No, well nothing you need to worry about. I need a babysitter tonight, its kind of an emergency.." She trailed off as a ruckus was heard in the background.

Frowning Dranzer slipped the key into the ignition and started up the car, turning on the heat and leaning back in the seat.

"Sure, I don't mind watching him, but Jules are you sure you are going to be okay? You know if anything is wrong..." Dranzer was cut off by the older girls sigh.

"You know you mean the world to me Dran, but nothing is wrong, I swear, I just mismanaged my priorities is all" Julia's lie was so obvious to the younger teen she rolled her eyes and watched as the home Hockey team made their way to their dorms, passing directly in front of her car.

"Right"

Dranzer noted Foxy's cousin Tala with his arm around a gothic girl, and…oh Christ, was that Amber? It had to be, long dark hair, tanned skin and short, really short. That had to be the girl Foxy had told her about a couple of months ago, during the summer. Dranzer struggled to remember what it was Foxy had said, it was important, it had something to do with his cousin…

"Will you come over soon?" Julia asked over the phone.

"You know I will, I had plans to go out with my mom tonight but no worries, I think you are more important." she told her, slightly bemused by the antics of the team as they disappeared inside. A tall blunette boy was teasing the suspected Amber, by holding something out of her reach.

"I'll be there right away, I just finished with practice anyways"

It began to rain.

"Oh, for fucking, Christ's sake!" she snapped pounding the steering wheel.

"Dranzer!"

"Sorry Jules, but its bloody raining and I still need new wipers for my car. God dammit!" She swore shamelessly.

" I hope you don't use that language in front of my son" She reprimanded.

Dranzer had been babysitting her son for the better half of his life. In fact, he had funded the car she now drove.

"Of coarse not. I only teach him words he'll actually use like: chiropractor" she said with a level tone. She pulled smoothly out of the parking lot and headed out to the little town, rather then hitting the freeway back to Bakuten.

Julia's musical laughter died down enough to ask Dranzer why on earth her son, at the age of 2 ½, needed to know the word chiropractor.

"Because, if he keeps wanting to play pony with aunt Dranzer I'm going to need one!" she said checking over her shoulder as she turned left and on to a gravel road, the rain beat heavily on her windshield. " And he's paying for it" she reasoned.

"Right" Julia snickered.

"Anyways, see you soon"

"Yep" Dranzer closed her phone and hit the play button on her mp3 which was plugged into her stereo.


"We are going to dinner tomorrow night, I want you to come and meet with Mr. Gideon and Dr. Kay" Diane Masters said to her seventeen year old daughter who was currently watching a video of the last gymnastics Meet. Diane glared at the mirror as she tried to put on a pair of sparkled earrings.

"Yeah sure" she said dismissible, her mind however was not on gymnastics, it was on her miserable defeat at the beginning of term. Sonia Martini. She was just so fast! No matter how much time Dranzer dedicated to training she couldn't beat the garnet haired runner. It was if the other girl lived to run, it seemed so easy for her, like breathing.

Not like Dranzer, who had to break down her strategy to seconds, know just the moment when to speed up, when to change her pattern. Running however was more of a hobby then a sport to her, it was good for building endurance and speed.

"Are you even listening to me Dranzer?" her mothers haughty voice broke into her thoughts. She watched irritated as she made a fractional mistake.

"Not really" Dranzer said honestly.

"Well start paying attention, you need to pass Dr. Kay's physical in order compete in the nationals." her mother Diane reprimanded.

"And this has what to do with my meeting with them?" Dranzer asked, arching a fine slate eyebrow, rewinding the tape to watch it again.

Diane cursed herself for having such a stubborn and insubordinate daughter. "Well you should make a good impression on them, it might help your chances at getting ranked on a national level." Diane said flatly.

Dranzer hn'd her nose irritated.

"They know who I am, god knows Gideon see's me everyday and Dr. Kay knows me through her Hockey team." She said equally passive.

Diane sighed in barely controlled exasperation. "Just be there okay Dranzer?"

Dranzer nodded not looking away from the screen.

"Oh and darling? Please wear something that shows you have at least a little class" her mother threatened subtlety.

Dranzer groaned but nodded affirmative.

"Right"

Diane checked her watch. "I'm late. See you later Hunny, I love you" she said racing out the door.

Dranzer said nothing and switched off the tv. Her mom just didn't get it, it wasn't about how much you kissed ass to your coach, or to your doctor, or to the judges for that matter. If they wanted you to lose, if they wanted you disqualified or if they wanted to take that .08 of a mark off you, they would, regardless.

The way Dranzer saw it, if you had raw skill and determination then it didn't matter what anyone said, you were undeniably the best and therefore rightfully deserved to stand on the podium.

The way she saw it, if she was the best, everyone would have to accept it, and they would have to acknowledge her for it.

She started alarmed when she heard a sharp rapping on her living room window and raised her eyes to find the source. A wry smile graced her lips as she spied Foxy, looking decidedly anxious.

She pushed herself up from the plush carpet, which like everything else in her mother's home was a pristine white.

She opened the grand double doors to the hall and walked down to the front door, noticing through the distorted glass inlaid that Foxy was already waiting.


"Impressive." Dranzer sipped on her hot chocolate as she gazed over at her distraught friend across the counter. He was looking miserably down at his own chocolate drink. Dranzer bit her lip, she really shouldn't laugh.

"I can't believe it, she dates me and then decides she would rather be incestuous then take me back." Foxy stated again for the third time, one again knocking his head off the polished granite surface.

Dranzer patted his forearm empathetic, her own mind trying to work out how this may have had come to pass.

"Your sure she--?"

"Yes"

"but you know for sure--?"

"Si!!! Loco!!!" Foxy exclaimed in his limited Spanish.

Dranzer was quiet for only a second longer

"Absolutely?"

"Dranzer! D'ya think I would lie about something like this?" he groaned self-pityingly.

She was surprisingly not all that affronted by the idea of King and Queen being together as a couple. She wasn't going to hunt them down to be prosecuted by any degree at least. Her ruby-jeweled eyes graced over her best friend, he was in a right state, and she thought that perhaps she might have been just as messed up if it was her.

She took another gulp of the searing sweet liquid to consider a game plan to helping Foxy.

"Did she tell you they were a couple?" She asked finally, surveying Foxy over her white mug. He growled audibly with disgust.

"No, I saw them Dranz. They were there behind the school, sucking face!" He snarled making a face at his drink before gulping down the rest of it.

She sighed resigned, that didn't give her a lot to work with.

"Maybe they were just being experimental? I mean its natural for teenagers to do that" she pointed out picking up his mug and preparing another helping of the home-made concoction.

She felt his reaction before he voiced it. "Dranzer. I'm sorry to burst your twisted version of the world, but it is not normal for siblings to fuck" He stated simply.

She chuckled humored, Foxy did always have a way with words; hence why she had fallen in love with him in the first place.

She popped a couple of mini marshmallows in his cup and sprinkled some chocolate shavings before turning back to him.

"They aren't blood relatives" she said setting him his drink and pouring more of her home-made Bailey's into her own.

"They're step siblings, but they have been together since they were toddlers" She chanced a glance at Foxy, his copper hair was shining in the harsh light of the kitchen, and his overly keen blue eyes were studying her suspiciously. He was beautiful, stunning even, it was such a shame he didn't see himself as she did. His looks were warmer then his cousin's, but more boyish then his elder brother.

She wisely remained silent, he was in a temper despite how much he tried to act like he was just mildly annoyed. She knew her Foxy far too well. His rivalry with his older cousin Tala practically ran his life, it spoke volumes about how petty he could be.

"I want her back Dranzer. I want to be able to stare into those delicious dark chocolate eyes of hers" Foxy moaned pitifully. Dranzer puffed irritated. That thought severely revolted her, a tight coil of jealousy threatened to lash out at him.

"Yeah and I would love another shot at King," she said catching his eye and glaring "but they have each made their decision haven't they?" she ended decisively.

Her mild infatuation with King, was something she entertained in her down time, the facts were she just didn't have the time for a boyfriend.

"I don't see what you see in him" Foxy stated flatly. From the beginning Foxy had never supported Dranzer's not so secretive crush on the hockey team's vice-captain.

She snorted disdainfully.

"And I don't see what you do in Queen, but I still support you and remain courteous towards her in school, even if she is a heinous cunt" Dranzer stated languidly, sipping on her drink.

"What? King is so much better? He's a vain self-involved son-of-a-bitch that cares for no one but himself. " Foxy snarled, obviously stung by Dranzer's comment.

"But he's a dead sexy, vain, self-involved son-of-a-bitch" Dranzer grinned across the table and munched a cookie.

Foxy glared at her loathsomely. "Now you sound like those fan's of my damn cousin" he spat harshly, which coincidently raised Dranzer's hackles.

"Foxy, get over it. I don't know why you need to compete with him so much. You are so awesome the way you are." she started heatedly "Yah, so you don't make every girl in school drop to your feet. But hey guess what?" She stated patiently reigning in her temper.

He scowled at her, but she waited until his features softened before continuing.

"What?" he asked gruffly, if not a bit childishly.

Her eyes softened and she grabbed his stiff forearm lightly. "If you were better at everything then Tala Valkov, I can guarantee we would not be friends. You would be more of a vain, self involved son-of-a-bitch then he is and isn't that why you hate him so?" Dranzer said sagely, holding his sapphire gaze with her ruby one.

He growled taking his forearm away from her. He huffed trying to find something to retort as she pretended to be pre-occupied with her drink and cookie.

Finding nothing that she wouldn't immediately slash to pieces he sighed resigned.

"God dammit, Dranzer. I hate it when you do that."

She winked saucily at him. "That is why you come to me Foxman, because I'm the only one who can kick your ass"

"I come to you because you're the only one I trust Dran"

She smiled, touched by his confession; it twitched into a wry smirk as she saw him eye her cookies.

"I suppose the fact I feed you and make you my special hot chocolate has nothing to do with it?" She asked watching him steal one of her chunky chocolate chip cookies.

He grinned messily as he swallowed "that could have some sway" he admitted dunking the other half of it into his drink.

She rolled her eyes tossing a crumb at him.

"Prat"

"But you love me anyways" he stated pointing a chunk of demolished cookie at her.

She grinned sideways at him "I don't know why" she teased "all you do is harass me and eat my food"

He gave her a knowing smile. "You love it" her heart skipped pleasantly.

She threw another crumb at him for his antics. "Watch yourself, Adams"


So this is the first installment of my first fiction. I hope you can stomach it. My grammar and my spelling are atrocious and my computer does try to make up for it. Please leave a review and let me know what you think.