Hey guys. I hope you enjoy this story. It kinda goes with 'My Only Regret'. I hope you all enjoy it. Oh, and btw I DO NOT own beyblade. If I did there would be more Oliver and he would be emo.
Oliver gazed out a window as the car drove through a small secluded southeastern Kentucky town. This town has been his home for the past year. Here he's made friends, enemies, and memoires; both good and bad.
Many things lead to him being brought here. If certain events did not occur he wouldn't be in this car, a year after an almost deadly experience, driving into town with people he can't help but to despise, going to discuss over decisions that will change his future... Again.
The car slowed to a stop in front of an old, run down, court house. Oliver, along with the six other occupants of the car, step into the semi crowded streets. The two elder men, both being in their late 30's, lead the way into the building. Oliver followed reluctantly behind them.
Apon entering the court house Oliver feels a small tug on his hand. He looks down to see the same small ash brown/red hair girl he's come to adore over the past year. He smiles and picks up the five year old child into his arms, protectively cradling her to his chest.
The small group makes their way down a few hallways, up an elevator, and down some more hallways. They come to stop at a cracked oak door. One of the men hold the door open as the other leads them into the room.
Inside the room is an old worn out wood floor, cracked brown painted walls, two windows on the far wall, and obvious signs that the building was made in the early 1900s. At the left of the room were two small couches and an arm chair and on the right was a table with a few chairs surrounding it. The ash brown/red hair girl jumps out of Oliver's arms and makes her way to sit on one of the chairs. An ash brown hair boy, older then the girl but younger than ten, and a ash brown and green hair female teen, just a little younger then said Frenchman himself, take places on either side of the girl. Both Oliver and another female, one with green hair and the same age as Oliver, stand protectively behind them.
The room falls into uncomfortable silence for a few minutes while they wait for the other parties to get there. The door opens and another man and a woman, both in early 40s, enter with a woman.
This woman is 36, almost 37. She stands just less than 5"6 and is very slim. Her busy ash brown hair falls into her crystal blue eyes, which go along good with her medium dark brown skin.
The ash brown/red hair girl leaps from her seat once the woman is in view and flings herself into her arms.
"Mommy." The little girl squeals, happy to see her mother after the incident that had occurred.
"Hey Lyric." The woman uses the nickname for the little girl, Symphony.
Next the little boy walks to the woman, giving her a hug. Next to follow are both of the teen girls. Oliver stays back until they're done with their hugs before walking up and flinging himself into the awaiting arms.
"Mom." Oliver's voice comes out a little horse due to the impending tears about to escape his eyes.
"Um, Mis. Castro, we really need to discuss some things." The other lady, Mrs. Smith, says.
"Yes, of course." Mis. Castro, better known as Venus, sits down with her children surrounding her.
"Okay," the oldest of the men, Mr. Smith, starts "as you know, Venus, even though you are checking into rehab willingly your children will still need a guardian while you go through the program."
"Yes, I know." Venus answers the man, slightly sad. "And as you already know someone has been contacted who can help with that issue."
Just as the words left her mouth a knock sounded at the door. The man that walked into the room not two seconds later had Oliver speechless.
"Mr. Dickenson?" he asks out of shock. The BBA chairman smiles brightly at the young Frenchman.
"Yep, Oliver my boy. It is me. Venus, how nice it is to see you." He smiles at the mother of the children before turning to the four social workers. "Now, my good people, I've thought of a brilliant plan for where to place theses children while their mother is in rehab." Mr. Dickenson turns to give Venus a reassuring smile before continuing. "I feel this pick will be a good place for the children to go because young Oliver already knows these people and does Venus."
The door opens again and this time Oliver had to bit his lip to keep from gasping. Walking into the door are a man and a woman, both in their 40s. The woman has dark brown hair that flows to her waist along with violet eyes, while the man has fiery red hair along with dark hazel eyes. This is Mr. Allen and Mrs. Misty McGregor; Johnny's parents.
Once seeing Venus, Misty walks up and hugs her. "Venus, it's been a long time. How have you been? And who is this cute little girl and boy?" She asks her old friend.
"Well, this is Symphony and Alexander; but they prefer to be called Lyric and Alec. I'm sure you remember my other two." She motions to the two teen girls.
"You cannot mean this is Pietrixe?" She gasps pointing to the green and ash brown hair girl. Then turning her attention to the green hair girl. "And this? This cannot be little Mercury, Oliver's little twin?" She gasps again only to receive a chuckle from Venus in response.
"Oliver, how have you been?" Allen says looking at the boy. He's changed since the last time the McGregor had saw him. The Frenchman's skin was darker; obviously due to his quarter Cuban and quarter Puerto Rican heritage and more time out in the sun. His hair was till the same shade of green but cut shorter, ending right at his earlobes, which host about size 2 ear gauges. He is a little taller, standing 5"5, and looks a little more muscular.
His clothing has changed as well. A semi tight black muscle shirt hugs the top of his body with a dark blue, almost black, unzipped hoodie overtop of it. Pair of dark blue jeans sag a little, showing about 4 inches of black and grey boxers. On his feet are a pair of white sneakers and instead of his beret a black beanie took its place on Oliver's head.
"I've been good." Oliver replies simply turning his gaze to the window.
"Please allow me to introduce Mr and Mrs McGregor." Mr. Dickenson says pulling all attention back to the situation at hand. "They were friends of Venus and their son is a friend of Oliver. I think it would be good to place the children into an environment where one of them is already comfortable. Plus, they do know how to deal with sudden anger issues, which I'm aware both Oliver and Mercury were diagnosed with."
"So, you both don't mind taking in these 5 children while Mis. Castro goes through rehab?" Mrs. Smith asks the Scottish couple.
"No, we don't." Allen McGregor says.
"Venus was a good friend of ours and it's the least we could do." His wife adds.
"Alright, let's go get some paperwork done." Mr. Smith says.
Tearful goodbyes are said as mother and children go their separate ways. Once over, Oliver and his siblings are lead outside to the limo the McGregor couple rented while here.
They settle inside and wait, in semi uncomfortable silence, for the two adults to arrive. Oliver takes the time to stare out the window, wondering how the encounterment with his friends will play out once he reaches the McGregor castle.
'Not good.' He thinks to himself as he begins carefully wording what he would explain to his team why he's been gone for the past year without any contact with them.