Disclaimer I don't own Beyblade. I only own Kiyana and her family and this story.
The room of the Chairman of the BBA was cool due to the newly installed ceiling fan. The color of the walls was crème and the chairs were maroon. There was an oak desk in the middle, parallel to the landscape window. This room was on the 14th floor in Bey City, Japan.
The date was February 6, 1995.
'Honey, this is Mr. Dickenson. He's my new boss,' Jeremy Hunters pushed his partially frightened daughter up to the elderly-looking man. Her big, dark blue eyes widened in fear. After all, she was only 5.
'Why, hello there!' Mr. Dickenson smiled a big, broad smile. 'You look a lot like your father!' Of course, the chairman of the BBA was indicating to Jeremy's jet black hair and eyes.
However, there was something very peculiar about the five-years-old. She had white bangs that framed both sides of her face. No one in the Hunters' family had ever had that happen – except for Great-Grandpa Hunters, but he turned out crazy. Jeremy and his wife, Katherine, hoped that their first daughter wouldn't turn out demented. They hoped anyway.
Kiyana was pushed up again by her father and stood only up to Mr. Dickenson's mid-thigh. 'Say hello,' Jeremy whispered in back of her, nudging her gently.
'H-Hello…' Kiyana forced out, her voice quiet and nervous. She kept her arms behind her back. Kiyana was very cold inside the office, only clad in a tan skirt and a white shirt her mother had picked out for her.
Mr. Dickenson sat down and pulled up a seat for the little girl. 'Would you like to sit down, Kiyana?' The said girl nodded and climbed up into the seat. She crossed her legs instantly and sat Indian-style. Mr. Dickenson chuckled at her and Kiyana scooted away slightly. She didn't like being laughed at. Kiyana looked at her father with an 'I-want-to-go-home' look. Jeremy smiled understandingly, already with crinkles by his eyes. He winked playfully at Kiyana, who smiled.
'How old are you Kiyana?'
'…Five…'
'Where do you live?'
'With my Mama and Papa and Sammy.'
Mr. Dickenson chuckled again. 'Sammy… Is that your dog?'
Kiyana looked at Mr. Dickenson with a worried look, 'Oh no, sir! Sammy is my brother!' Mr. Dickenson laughed again and Kiyana fidgeted in her seat.
'I'm sorry about that, Miss Kiyana.'
'It's okay… you didn't know.' Kiyana replied in a voice that sounded as if Sam had an ailment or something close to that matter.
'Do you like your Daddy's new job?'
'…It's okay.' Jeremy raised his eyebrows at his daughter's answer. Okay? He thought. I'm making more money than I was at my other job!
'I liked his job when he worked near my school. He'd come to pick me up everyday and we'd go get ice cream.' Kiyana blinked and smile gleefully.
'Well, I may not have ice cream, but I do have a little surprise for you!'
'What is it, Mr. Dickenson?' Kiyana's eyes lit up with awe and wonder.
Mr. Dickenson pulled out a drawer on the left side of his desk while Kiyana kneeled on the chair, trying to see what he was pulling out. Was it candy? A puppy? She'd love a puppy. She wasn't sure about her dad though. Kiyana looked over at her father, who had a grin.
There's a good chance it might just be pup-
Kiyana's face dropped when Mr. Dickenson pulled out a stuffed brown with black triangles snake. She didn't like snakes very much. She thought they were icky and gross and absolutely despicable!
Why was her father grinning at the snake? Kiyana bit her lower lip, but accepted the small stuffed toy with gratitude. She held it on her lap, looking at the little red 'tongue' it had. Her father and Mr. Dickenson started talking more and more about beyblading… and… Project Beyblade or something other.
She wasn't paying attention. She was too worried that the snake would come to life and gobble her up, and then her father would be sorry for smirking at her.
In about half an hour, Kiyana and her dad waited for the elevator down the hall. 'Do you like your stuffed toy, honey?'
'No.'
'Why not?'
'I don't like snakes. They're GROSS.'
'But Mr. Dickenson got that for you himself. And Mr. Dickenson is a very busy man…'
'Did you tell him to get me a stuffed snake?'
'Of course not,' Jeremy smiled gently at his daughter and kissed her forehead.
'…Okay…' Kiyana still held a frown, but she wasn't angry at her dad or even Mr. Dickenson. Instead she was mad at the stuffed snake that she held in her hands.
'Want to go get ice cream?'
Kiyana's mood immediately lightened up. 'Yes, Daddy! I would love ice cream! Can I get a sundae? And can we pick up something for Mama and Sammy?'
'Sure thing.'
So, the father and daughter left to go get their ice cream, both talking about the sky and why it was blue. They also talked about why Kiyana disliked snakes so much.
It turned out that Kiyana saw a snake eat a mouse once on television and, unknown to Mr. Hunters before, Kiyana liked mice.
She thought they were cute.
Ooky: So, what did you think? I want reviews on this thing because yeah… Anyways, I'm starting chapter two very soon! Bye! Wah, is screwing up the way I do things. ToT; Oh well...