I'm here
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, only Adrik and Anya and my other characters
I'm here
"Ochin priyatna, heh that is Russian for 'pleased to meet you'. I'm Adrik that's Russian for 'dark'. I'm 7 years old and I grew up here the Balkov Abbey"
Adrik, 5 year old rookie abbey kid. He fidgeted in his seat grabbing the cushion underneath him. Soft green eyes met cold sliver ones, a firm hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Continue, Adrik" a much older gruff voice encouraged him. Adrik nodded, his slate grey and deep blue hair shifted.
"Da, I'm in cell block 19065 neighbor to (1) master Bryan." His voice went weak.
"..a- -and very honored! I've gotten a percentage of 89.9 in all my exams and thinking I qualify for your one-on-one tutoring"
"Adrik, Adrik" a mothering voice calmed the fear stricken child. "I told you child, you can come in anytime"
Anya, mothering support of Boivolt laughed light-heartedly. Wrinkles formed on the old woman's' face when she smiled.
"Phew thanks the heavens Miss Anya! I couldn't be more honored!"
Adrik bounced out of his seat eyes overflowing with glee. Screeching sounds came from the sloes of Adrik's boots while he dragged then, the muddy brown boots obviously to big.
"Adrik! I told you not to drag your feet!" Boris smacked the undersized youngsters' scrawny pale leg. Not even a yelp, Adrik walked lamely towards the door muttering this and that about handy downs and big shoes.
"(2) Respect!" Boris roared, causing the green-eyed boy to jolt through the door shutting it on the way out.
Anya collected some papers, sighing she glance up to Boris her shadowy eyes revealed mixed feelings.
"You know...that boy just has such a cute face, very soft" Boris perked up wanting to hear more. "That hair is so familiar..." she murmured, flicking through files.
"Ah here it is" Clutching on the photograph of Adrik. Then holding up a familiar photograph of a crimson eyed boy. She chuckled. "Adrik and..."
"(3) Kai Hiwitari look alike, I'm correct?" Boris finishing her sentence
"Da"
Boris nodded leaving Anya thinking to herself. When Boris lefted Anya quickly rushed off to Adrik's cell.
"Anything I want I'm gonna get it!" Adrik growled, gritting his teeth together. Tala leader of the Demolition Boys was holding back the smaller boy's flying punches with one hand to his head.
"Listen kid! Don't think just because you Bryan's neighbor doesn't mean you can get what you want" Red eyebrows narrowed, and icy blue eye stared hard.
"(4) I demand satisfaction! I'm going to get it"
"Adrik! Respect!" Anya shouted. Army style, the slate haired boy stood straight hands at his sides.
"Da, Miss Anya!" Tala smirked and walked off. Shaking his fists Adrik stuck out his tongue. Anya shook her head and lead Adrik back to his cell. Papers and broken pencil everywhere.
"Let me clean up" The undersized boy dashed picking up (4) random papers and staking them up. Puzzled Anya sat down on the uncomfortable bed.
'He's neat like him (5)' the elder women thought. Huffing and puffing Adrik sat down exhausted beside her sinking in slowly into his bed.
"Miss Anaya you wanted to speak with me?"
Gray locks of hair bounced when Anya shook her head. Smoothing out the dull brown dress she took a deep breath.
"Adrik...do you know who your father is?" Small gasps lead Adrik scratching his head furiously.
"Well come to think about it..." screwing up his face. "No, I don't know who my father is" Anya hugged him and held him secure. "You poor child" she spoke softly.
"Nichivo...I mean...um" He prompted his hand under his chin thinking hard, suddenly started chuckling softly. Anya was confused.
"What is it you're laughing at? Her Russian accent kicking in.
Adrik smiled "My English slips (6) very fast what I'm trying to say is.."
"Doesn't matter?"
"Da, I've grown up here all my life and they never mentioned it. But all the kids here treat me differently..." Adrik's eyes slowly watering. Anya placed an arm around him, stroking his slate hair.
"They call me (7) 'wannabe' for some reason. Tala's always saying I do girls work compared to the others. Bryan always backs me up though"
"I wouldn't see why" Anya nodded. Dumbfounded Adrik looked up.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I mean do...do they call you Hiwitari?" Adrik's head jerked up "Yeah that's what they call me"
Anya got up and stood in front of the small boy. She bent down and started at him. Dark brown blended into green, the young boy grew un-easy. The old woman withered hand touched his face.
"Don't worry Adrik"
"Adrik! No time for crying, training!" a strong and angry bellowed through the tiny cell. Bryan the lavender haired boy from the Russian team flinged open the door. Anya wiped the smaller boys' tear stained face and left him. Bryan scanned him.
"Adrik you crying?"
The undersized kid sniffed. "No, now what's the training master?" The older Russian rolled his grey eyes. "Call me Bryan, for now" He signaled for Adrik to follow him. Adrik stood up, wiping away his face before anyone sees him. Bryan turned around and grimaced.
"Kid you need a change"
Looking down at clothes he noticed he was sopping drooling and random boogers from all his crying. Adrik chuckled "Got some clothes?"
Bryan fiddled with some keys and unlocked his cell. The room was much neater and bigger. It was lavished with trophies, books, and test tubes and such.
"Nice..." the green eyed boy murmured
Flying clothes came out of nowhere, muffling Adrik's bawling. "There, I'll be back" Bryan said.
Adrik shrugged and removed the purple shirt from his face and arranged them on the floor next the black shorts. Adrik undressed slowly taking off his shirt and pants. He slipped on the purple shirt and model in front small mirror in the wall.
Adrik though unaware that Bryan walked in. Shocked Bryan dropped everything in his hands, the glass test tube shattered. His gray eyes grew wide, his mouth quirked like if unable to say anything.
"Your...no...You're..."
Cliffhanger!
[1] Bryan will play a some sort of big part in the beginning of the
story
[2] 'Respect' is a word that Adrik responds to
[3] Sadly u_u Kai will be a key in the story
[4] Eve's Satisfaction will be in this (song)
[5] 'He him' Ring a bell?
[6] Adrik can't speak English very well (funny later on)
[7] Wannabe, just think of whom
Russian Words:
Da: yes
Ochin priyatna: pleased to meet you
Nichivo: doesn't matter
Preview of Next Chapter...
Questioned Identity
"Bryan!" Adrik screamed surprisingly, covering his below body
parts.
"You! Fake!" Bryan pointed at him, a dangerous look in his eyes. Adrik
gulped sweat beads running down his forehead. "What are you talking
about?!"
Bryan growled "Look!" he pointed a pale finger at Adrik's legs.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, only Adrik and Anya and my other characters
I'm here
"Ochin priyatna, heh that is Russian for 'pleased to meet you'. I'm Adrik that's Russian for 'dark'. I'm 7 years old and I grew up here the Balkov Abbey"
Adrik, 5 year old rookie abbey kid. He fidgeted in his seat grabbing the cushion underneath him. Soft green eyes met cold sliver ones, a firm hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Continue, Adrik" a much older gruff voice encouraged him. Adrik nodded, his slate grey and deep blue hair shifted.
"Da, I'm in cell block 19065 neighbor to (1) master Bryan." His voice went weak.
"..a- -and very honored! I've gotten a percentage of 89.9 in all my exams and thinking I qualify for your one-on-one tutoring"
"Adrik, Adrik" a mothering voice calmed the fear stricken child. "I told you child, you can come in anytime"
Anya, mothering support of Boivolt laughed light-heartedly. Wrinkles formed on the old woman's' face when she smiled.
"Phew thanks the heavens Miss Anya! I couldn't be more honored!"
Adrik bounced out of his seat eyes overflowing with glee. Screeching sounds came from the sloes of Adrik's boots while he dragged then, the muddy brown boots obviously to big.
"Adrik! I told you not to drag your feet!" Boris smacked the undersized youngsters' scrawny pale leg. Not even a yelp, Adrik walked lamely towards the door muttering this and that about handy downs and big shoes.
"(2) Respect!" Boris roared, causing the green-eyed boy to jolt through the door shutting it on the way out.
Anya collected some papers, sighing she glance up to Boris her shadowy eyes revealed mixed feelings.
"You know...that boy just has such a cute face, very soft" Boris perked up wanting to hear more. "That hair is so familiar..." she murmured, flicking through files.
"Ah here it is" Clutching on the photograph of Adrik. Then holding up a familiar photograph of a crimson eyed boy. She chuckled. "Adrik and..."
"(3) Kai Hiwitari look alike, I'm correct?" Boris finishing her sentence
"Da"
Boris nodded leaving Anya thinking to herself. When Boris lefted Anya quickly rushed off to Adrik's cell.
"Anything I want I'm gonna get it!" Adrik growled, gritting his teeth together. Tala leader of the Demolition Boys was holding back the smaller boy's flying punches with one hand to his head.
"Listen kid! Don't think just because you Bryan's neighbor doesn't mean you can get what you want" Red eyebrows narrowed, and icy blue eye stared hard.
"(4) I demand satisfaction! I'm going to get it"
"Adrik! Respect!" Anya shouted. Army style, the slate haired boy stood straight hands at his sides.
"Da, Miss Anya!" Tala smirked and walked off. Shaking his fists Adrik stuck out his tongue. Anya shook her head and lead Adrik back to his cell. Papers and broken pencil everywhere.
"Let me clean up" The undersized boy dashed picking up (4) random papers and staking them up. Puzzled Anya sat down on the uncomfortable bed.
'He's neat like him (5)' the elder women thought. Huffing and puffing Adrik sat down exhausted beside her sinking in slowly into his bed.
"Miss Anaya you wanted to speak with me?"
Gray locks of hair bounced when Anya shook her head. Smoothing out the dull brown dress she took a deep breath.
"Adrik...do you know who your father is?" Small gasps lead Adrik scratching his head furiously.
"Well come to think about it..." screwing up his face. "No, I don't know who my father is" Anya hugged him and held him secure. "You poor child" she spoke softly.
"Nichivo...I mean...um" He prompted his hand under his chin thinking hard, suddenly started chuckling softly. Anya was confused.
"What is it you're laughing at? Her Russian accent kicking in.
Adrik smiled "My English slips (6) very fast what I'm trying to say is.."
"Doesn't matter?"
"Da, I've grown up here all my life and they never mentioned it. But all the kids here treat me differently..." Adrik's eyes slowly watering. Anya placed an arm around him, stroking his slate hair.
"They call me (7) 'wannabe' for some reason. Tala's always saying I do girls work compared to the others. Bryan always backs me up though"
"I wouldn't see why" Anya nodded. Dumbfounded Adrik looked up.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I mean do...do they call you Hiwitari?" Adrik's head jerked up "Yeah that's what they call me"
Anya got up and stood in front of the small boy. She bent down and started at him. Dark brown blended into green, the young boy grew un-easy. The old woman withered hand touched his face.
"Don't worry Adrik"
"Adrik! No time for crying, training!" a strong and angry bellowed through the tiny cell. Bryan the lavender haired boy from the Russian team flinged open the door. Anya wiped the smaller boys' tear stained face and left him. Bryan scanned him.
"Adrik you crying?"
The undersized kid sniffed. "No, now what's the training master?" The older Russian rolled his grey eyes. "Call me Bryan, for now" He signaled for Adrik to follow him. Adrik stood up, wiping away his face before anyone sees him. Bryan turned around and grimaced.
"Kid you need a change"
Looking down at clothes he noticed he was sopping drooling and random boogers from all his crying. Adrik chuckled "Got some clothes?"
Bryan fiddled with some keys and unlocked his cell. The room was much neater and bigger. It was lavished with trophies, books, and test tubes and such.
"Nice..." the green eyed boy murmured
Flying clothes came out of nowhere, muffling Adrik's bawling. "There, I'll be back" Bryan said.
Adrik shrugged and removed the purple shirt from his face and arranged them on the floor next the black shorts. Adrik undressed slowly taking off his shirt and pants. He slipped on the purple shirt and model in front small mirror in the wall.
Adrik though unaware that Bryan walked in. Shocked Bryan dropped everything in his hands, the glass test tube shattered. His gray eyes grew wide, his mouth quirked like if unable to say anything.
"Your...no...You're..."
Cliffhanger!
[1] Bryan will play a some sort of big part in the beginning of the
story
[2] 'Respect' is a word that Adrik responds to
[3] Sadly u_u Kai will be a key in the story
[4] Eve's Satisfaction will be in this (song)
[5] 'He him' Ring a bell?
[6] Adrik can't speak English very well (funny later on)
[7] Wannabe, just think of whom
Russian Words:
Da: yes
Ochin priyatna: pleased to meet you
Nichivo: doesn't matter
Preview of Next Chapter...
Questioned Identity
"Bryan!" Adrik screamed surprisingly, covering his below body
parts.
"You! Fake!" Bryan pointed at him, a dangerous look in his eyes. Adrik
gulped sweat beads running down his forehead. "What are you talking
about?!"
Bryan growled "Look!" he pointed a pale finger at Adrik's legs.
Radio Hacker: Read and Review. Peace in the Middle East and on the T.dot
streets