Ashes: Yo! Anyway, I'm making a first time-ever-Air Gear story so if you could please bear with me, please! Anyway, this just a OC, so don't shoot me until you try it, ok? Thanks...
It was a bitch to get all the way up there in the first place, all the fight and Parts Wars, everything. It all added up to taking what I thought was truly and well earned--it was mine to take. That was what I thought, at least. Being so young and yet so gifted, nothing but a miracle.
My name was odd, I made it myself since my parents were to lazy to give me a real name. My name was Wheels; name was put there by teammates that had saw my skills on bikes, skateboards, inline skates, and much, much more.
The person who took me in never told me his name and ever since my eleventh birthday--that very night I got my first Air Treck--I never saw him again. It nroke my heart really but many more backstabers made sure I forgot him just as easily. I don't remember his name or his face--no hair color, no eye color or anything--but I tried hard.
I remember he was almost ten years older then I but no matter how hard I tried to remember--or forget--him... I would always remember him and over time, I had a ping of happiness when I thought of him.
The feeling of flying in the air, as free as a bird had no comparision though. No matter how much he made an imprint on me he had no way of erasing my love for Air Treck.
"So you actually showed?" His voice was deep and somewhat...husky?
"Yeah, who said I wouldn't?" I asked trying to hide my worried and frayed emotions. No matter how much training I strained on myself, no matter how fast I went alone around a King was horrible for me. Soon, I hope I would be one but I could only hope for now.
"Some dumb newbie's. Yah know, Black-Something-Or-Other?" He voice was getting a lot more lower. Was he nervous like I? Or did he know he would win, he was just toying with me? "Wheels, right?"
"Yeah, that's the name..." I said crossing my arms over my breasts, for some reason I had a very shameful feeling that he was staring at them.
"Why do you want to be a King, eh?" He voice was getting to me. I needed to change the subject knowing that if I told him my reason he'd laugh.
"My reason--" I cut off, thinking. "I want to be strong like you, someday... Someday I wish I could meet my old foster parent, I guess. If I'm strong enough maybe I'll meet him," I said.
He chuckled, I knew he would laugh. No, I wouldn't have anyone laugh at me again, not now not ever! My anger began to rise and I could feel my fist clench and unclench uncomfortably. "Being strong doesn't make people come back Wheels. Hope and faith brings them back," He said.
"Shut up-!" He cut me off by grabbing my collar, red eyes connecting deep in my blue. "You don't know anything about me!"
"Yes I do! I know a lot more about you then you yourself know! Like how you favorite color is purple and red... How your favorite TV show is CSI... Please tell me you remember Wheels," He said, pain hinting in his voice and his eyes never leaving mine.
"Spitfire, your not making any sense! I never knew you before! Not once and never will! If you weren't a King I'd kill you right now!" I yelled then gasped and covered my mouth. I knew I hated when people pinned me and knew about my life. That meant they could use that against you and bring you down.
"I'm sorry..." I whispered painfully. Spitfire smiled.
"The perfect queen, spoiled by hate and tainted with blood... How pitiful," He shook his head from side to side, "I thought you were the one to..."
"W-what do you mean?!" I asked shakily.
"I was your foster! I'm sad you don't remember but God, saying you would kill me!? That's messed up..." He turned away, jacket swaying in the light breeze of the night. The moon was a normal color which didn't make sense.
"Spitfire! Wait-! I was looking for you!" He didn't answer. "I love you..." I whispered, probably didn't hear that ethier.
It was a deathly silent for about a good five minutes. What I hoped is that he didn't hear me confess what I just said, hoping that no matter how he felt I would be able to move one, somehow. I would give up Air Tracks tonight if I lost and I would become King if I won.
"You came here to beat me, didn't you? Why do you hesitate now?" Spitfire asked with a cold tone.
"Because... No matter how hard I train and no matter how I hard I try I can never bring myself to finish the job... I'm sorry for wasting your time," I said and turned. I was about to jump but he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around holding me close.
"I love you and always will, I've waited for this night for so long," He said nuzzling his face into my hair and breathing in my scent, "I've wanted you for so long... Please stay."
"I will... Forever and always..."
Done! Don't Shoot!