Capture me
In my heart, in my soul, in my life
By Ayesha Raees
She didn't know why but she had this wonderful, amazing and indescribable sensation when it involves danger, hard work and money. Usually the kids her age would stay away from danger in order to stay away from trouble and hard work took too much time and effort. And money… she had that plenty… actually all the kids in her school had many. She was, after all, the youngest daughter of a multibillionaire businessman, studying in a posh private school that involved kids her age prodigies.
Though this desire that involved danger, hard work and money burned strong in her young soul and she knew she had to find a gateway to this or she will probably go insane.
Her answer.
Photography. Capturing moments that can only happen in secret or once. And that bought in money.
Being a paparazzi didn't really scare her; she was happy about it, there was danger involved, there was always a challenge, she could work hard, get a lot of money, appreciation, respect (well mostly from the fellow photographers) and most precious of all… privacy.
Being a paparazzi acquired names like Black Stallion or Blue Bird or something hideous like that. And her career as a paparazzi was unknown to everyone… well except for the people she usually sold her pictures to.
But being a paparazzi did have a bad point… or maybe points.
But hey, she loved danger, hard work and money.
Until she had met him.
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Chapter 1
My Grasp
It tightens around everything
Making it hard for you to breathe
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Her schedule usually went like this; get up at five in the morning, take a shower, change, clean her camera, eat breakfast alone and leave the house with a single sticky note saying that she was in a hurry, roam around in the parks until it was school, attend school, get good grades, ignore snobby classmates, roam the streets after school ends, take pictures, return home for dinner, get scolded for one reason whatsoever, do homework, clean camera and then go to sleep at exact ten o'clock.
With the exception of a few things.
Hikari sighed loudly and rotated her shoulders before heaving herself over the fence and rolling into a bush. Cautiously, she looked around and saw some of the guards talking to each other some distance away. They were keeping an empty eye on the road and were busier with themselves. She smirked and looked at the trail of trees at the side and then at the mansion some distance away.
This was too easy.
Scrambling quickly onto her feet, she ran through the trees, hiding in their shadows and making sure that there was as little movement as possible, she reached the end of the beautiful garden and touched the house's wall. She glanced around to see if someone had spotted her.
No, the guards were still talking.
Target: Hillary Tatibana.
Job: Model and actress.
Age: 17
Targeted By: Black Stallion.
She jumped, clinging to the water pipe and shoved herself up with a single grunt before grabbing the ridge of a window; she flung over the railing and into the terrace before scrambling behind a huge rubber plant. Exhaling out quietly, she walked towards the glass door and looked through the white curtains, which weren't really covering up anything, and into the room.
Nop… not this room.
She was about to move on and climb up to the next terrace when her sharp green eyes spotted something moving. Frowning, she peeked harder and suddenly gasped.
There was some in the bed.
And two people to be precise.
Suddenly a cell phone beeped inside, lighting the dark room and she could see properly for a second. There was a shuffle from inside the sheets.
Perfect view.
Her hands, skillfully, grabbed the camera from around her neck and at once took several shots before shutting the lens and jumping off the terrace and onto the ground with a small thud before any one of them noticed her presence.
Hikari sighed happily, planting a kiss on her camera, as she walked back to the trees and over the wall, the fence, the brambles…
Whatever they put there, even cameras, they wouldn't get her.
Hikari smirked, triumphantly as she walked down the streets, the people around her didn't even bother to look at her… for she looked like a pretty, normal, sixteen year old school girl.
A school girl who had just taken pictures that will lead to world wide talks and will increase her already full bank account.
She loved her life. It was perfect.
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As promised, my new beyblade fanfiction, Capture me, is here! me very happy.
But you know, I have no idea what the story is going to be. Blown Away was kinda planned except for the whole mother thingy part... and capture me is not as much planned as Blown Away. But I hope my writing style makes you read this story and the story, i promise, will be better and more humorous (was blown Away humourous?) than Blown away!
Enjoy, review and make me happy!