Nervousness

"Ding Doo, could all passengers fasten your seat belts due to turbulence. We will be touching down in Japan from Russia in half an hour. Thank you" the smooth feminine voice called out as I followed suit with the rest of the passengers, except for the person on my right by the window… I think he's asleep, I'd better tell him.

"Er, excuse me sir?" I asked as I tapped the red head on his shoulder. Damn it he's still asleep "Hey wake up!" I growl and shook him harder.

"Hnnn," he grunted, finally noticing me.

"Your seat belt?" I said nervously under his hard aqua gaze. It's not as if he knew me anyway… But I know him all right.

"Oh, thanks…"

Click

"And you are?" he asked, stretching as much as he could in this cramped plane. I don't see why he doesn't have first class tickets anyway.

"Avani Delmegé, you?" I answered, still feeling nervous.

"Tala Valkov, blader from the Blitzkrieg Boys international team" he replied smirking. He knew I was nervous… Oh god. At least I wasn't asking for his autograph.

"Uh huh… Why are you here then?" I asked already knowing the answer. I was only trying to make a conversation, but His harsh gaze was still digging into me not making anything better.

"New tournament," he replied now gazing out the window, catching a glimpse of Japan through the thin clouds.

"Do you often like making people feel uncomfortable? - Oh sorry! I didn't mea-," I said only just realising what had come out of my mouth in horror. He interrupted me quickly.

"Yes, and why are you so nervous around me?" He retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"I-I just am…" I said, blushing lightly. Damn it… Shit, he's actually hot! Oh damn it no I'm screwed! And I will see him again soon! Shit, shit, SHIT! Why me?

A hand waves lazily in front of my face bringing me back into reality "Hey you alright? You look like some one killed your cat or something" I snap my Ice blue eyes back to him.

"Hm… Sorry"

"Its fine."

"When's the tournament?" I asked, again already knowing the answer. But I guess its better not to look suspicious around Tala.

'In a week or so… So why are you coming here?" Tala asked this time raising an eyebrow.

"Ah-"

"Ding Doo, we are now landing please prepare for the descent" the smooth voice called out again. Thank god I didn't need to tell him why I was here.

"Well. I hope you enjoy the tournament then"

"Hn, thanks."

I left the sanctuary of cool plane into the warmer air of Japan and hurried through customs with out a hitch, but making sure my blading pieces came through with out a ruckus. As I escaped the customs a caught a glance of Tala's red hair and smirked. Let the fun begin. I grabbed my bags and got to the arrivals soon enough.

"Now then… Where is she? That idiot blonde better not have gone talking to some weirdo like last time…" I muttered under my breath as I looked around suddenly feeling tired. Well, well, well and how could I've guessed wrong? She was talking animatedly to a huge purple haired guy, who she looked even shorter against. All four foot eleven of her, and she was only one year younger than I was. The annoying 16 year old. I pulled myself over the pale tiled flooring to them with a new enthusiasm. I dropped it down next to her as she continued her chattering about beyblading, completely unaware of anything else as I stood next to her. After five minutes, I yawned as the purple haired guy frowned at me. I winked at him and slid behind her pulling my hands over her eyes grinning evilly.

"What the hell!" she yelled, her hands waving in the air like a lunatic. Well, woman in that case. What I didn't expect was for her to grab onto my wrists and while growling flip me in front of her onto my back, painfully. She was still gripping my wrists at this point.

"Who the fuck are you?"

I sigh as my fringe falls into my face "Tsk, tsk, Shanti, you really have a useless memory. Now why are you here at this airport today? To pick up a 'friend'?" I asked from my uncomfortable position on the floor. By now, people were giving us strange looks.

"How do you know?" Shanti asked accusingly

"Maybe because that friend you had to pick up is on the floor right now because her useless midget Jaguar of a friend forgot what her 'friend' looks like?" I said calmly before pulling her down next to me, grinning.

"Avani? The spiky haired blonde said blinking dumbly at me as I stood up dusting myself off.

"None other," I said , smirking as I helped her up.

Wham!

"Ouch… Uh- Shanti… your suffocating me-" I wheezed out as she gripped me in a bear hug.

"Sure," She said purring lightly as she let go "you look different…What's different?" she said inspecting me.

"… A hair cut," I said half growling "So who is this?" I asked nodding to the silent purple head.

"Oh- my bad! This is Robert Jurgen. Highest ranked blader in the world. Robert, this is Avani Delmegé. My friend I was telling you about before!" Shanti said quickly as she smiled sheepishly.

"Pleased to meet you Miss Delmegé," Robert said in a posh voice as he shook my hand.

"And mine" I replied formally. His guy was only a little creepy…

"So shall we go then?" Shanti asked grabbing my luggage "Robert offered to give us a ride when I was talking to Mr. Dickinson about the coming tournament", she smiled at me her cat like teeth in the act. As we walked out, I caught Robert nodding to someone sitting in the waiting area. Tala I think.

"Thank you for doing this Mr. Jurgen. Last time Shanti gave directions to the taxi driver we ended in Chernobyl" I said my mind on other thoughts…

"No worries" Robert replied as we stopped at a Lamborghini Espada.

"Nice car" was all I said as I gawked at it.

"Yeah an older make" he replied grinning "I personal favourite is the Lamborghini Countach LP 400 though"

"You have one of those! Daaaamn"

"Come ooon then let's go you car obsessed freaks!" Shanti shouted as she chucked Robert the keys.

"You let her drive?" I asked slightly shocked.

"Are you mad?" He retorted looking even more shocked than me. I blew a sigh of relief. Shanti driving would be a suicide mission.

"So can I drive?" I asked hopefully.

"No!"