Well, not exactly sure how to start this thing out, but we'll give this a go shall we? ^_^
Ok, first ever fanfic! How nice, right? I've been inspired by the authors here to take up writing again. :D
Warnings: There is an OC who is the main character, in case you don't like them, but I'll try not to make her too annoying. Or too Kai obsessed. And there may be parts where the characters are OOC, but that's just part of the plot. Please don't flame… but, by all means, tell me what needs to be improved, and I'll work on it!
Disclaimer: Don't own beyblade, no matter how much I love it, nor its characters. I own nothing more than my OC, my ideas, and my computer. -_-;
Note: If this sounds like something already written, then I'm sorry! It's purely coincidental! I only say this because I've noticed that certain stories feel like déjà vu, but are still good nonetheless.
Pairings: None known at this point. We'll just see what happens. Can we handle that? Good!
She was panting, nearly exhausted from the chase. But she knew she had to keep going, or she'd feel much worse if she was caught, like last time. I can't repeat that, I just can't! She was running into numerous people, but she didn't really care; she just had to get away.
Looking ahead, she noticed a place that seemed welcoming, at least long enough for her to lose track of her mother. My god, I hate calling her that! She's not even my real mom… she's pure evil. Not like I could tell anybody that. They wouldn't believe me.
She reaches the perimeter of her haven, and rushes inside, breathing deeply in an effort to calm herself down. She hears her mother's furious footsteps coming ever nearer, and asking the elderly man:
"Have you seen my daughter, she's missing," she asks politely, in a fake concerned voice. Her mother goes on to describe her. Her with her red brown hair reaching her mid-back, her ruby eyes, and her fair skin. The elderly man looks in her direction and she, panic-stricken, mouths "No!"
Miracle of miracles, he took the hint, and said that he hasn't seen her. When her mother finally left, she slumped a little in relief. That was close. Now I can go on my way. Although a proper thank you is in order first.
"Thank you, sir. You saved me." She said reverently. She smiled gratefully at him, and he smiled back.
"Don't sweat it homegirl," was his reply. She made to go, but he grinned and stopped her where she was. "Why leave? I was just getting dinner ready. Do you wanna join us homies for a bite to eat?"
She didn't know whether it was the offer itself, or the sincerity in his voice, but she felt shock overriding her senses. Was this man really inviting a stranger to have dinner with him? Why so hospitable? She wasn't used to this kind of friendliness. "That's very nice of you, sir, but I should probably get back home; I'm not very hungry anyway."
He merely laughed. "Are you sure? You seem hungry to me." As if on cue, her stomach rumbled loudly. She sighed and agreed to eat there. It's only one meal; nothing significant is going to happen.
He nodded, satisfied. "So what's your name, homegirl?"
She giggled at the nickname. Such a rarity. I never laugh that much anymore.
"I'm Phoebe Nakamura," she answered using her 'other' last name. "And you are?"
He chuckled. "I'm Grandpa Granger. But my homies call me grandpa."
She nodded her understanding, and followed him to his dojo. On her way, she heard clanging in the backyard. When she questioned Grandpa Granger about it, he just said that those were his homies training outside. He then invited her to sit down while he prepared the food.
In time, dinner was ready and he called the "homies" inside to eat. All of a sudden, Phoebe felt anxious. This doesn't feel right. This isn't my home. I'm invading… maybe I should just leave.
"Mr. Granger? Maybe I should go. I don't feel right being here, invading your privacy."
This elicited more laughter from the older man. "Don't be silly, homegirl. I invited you in for some grub. You're perfectly welcome here." He came closer, whispering confidentially. "Besides, my other homegirl could use you around." He winked, then laughed.
Phoebe laughed at this too. Maybe I should come here more often. That is, if I can get out of the house flawlessly. Perhaps during the awkward silence that occurs during this meal, I can think of someway to accomplish that.
Just as she was thinking about how many blankets she'd need to climb out the window, six tired-looking people came into the dojo. She practically gaped at them, at their commanding presence. I wonder who they are… they have an aura of fame and attention. Well, maybe not the girl as much, but she seems commanding just the same. And she reminds me of someone I once knew… well, I'll dwell on that later.
Just then, one of the guys asked, "Who's she?"
Would anyone consider that a cliffhanger? I'm not quite sure, but please tell me what you think! :D
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