Disclaimer: The Mighty Ducks, and characters belong to Disney.
Author's Note: Hey everyone, I have so many stories that I want to write down I just can't think of them all! Well I guess I'll start with this one, since it was next in my line up. Hope I chose correctly! Oh yeah please review! Thank you!
"It's Flashblade racing against the clock, he shoots he scores!", cried the news announcer, "Look at the teen now. The DUCKS WIN! GO DUCKS GO! All thanks to a spectacular ending by Nosedive Flashblade. Here come the other ducks to congratulate him."
~*~
"That speed is what we need", said Alvin Smith.
"Precisely", said Henry Prot. "Shall we ask him?"
"I'm not sure, but we are running out of choices here, with Slotskie down, we don't have any more options."
"Excellent point, we shall ask him as soon as we can get down there."
~*~
"Whose good", pouted Nosedive who had finally caught his breath.
"You are", said WildWing practically jumping over his younger brother from excitement, "We won!"
"Thanks to the incredibly fast Nosedive", commented Duke, "How did you possibly get that fast?"
"I dunno", replied Nosedive. "Thanks. Oh and here comes the Barron of Criticism, let's see what I did wrong in tonight's game."
Canard came over to the group. "He's going to congratulate you, you paranoid fool", said Mallory.
"Yeah", asked Nosedive, "Watch."
"Nosedive", said Canard's harsh toned voice, "You didn't stick with the play, that we had assigned."
"Told ya", said Nosedive.
"Nosedive", said Canard, "You will skate three laps in punishment, you're lucky that your little play worked, because if it hadn't it would be tripe the amount."
"Canard", said WildWing somewhat shocked, "Lay off man, I hope you're kidding, because if you aren't then I think that we have some issues here."
"No I'm not", replied Canard, "Nosedive doesn't play by the rules."
Nosedive would have insisted that his play wouldn't have worked because Mallory hadn't been open, but was being defended by his older brother. "Canard drop it, Nosedive no punishment just celebration."
"Wild-"
"Canard", said WildWing, "He saved the game, I know it and you know it, now drop it, okay?"
Canard eased off, "I'm going to bed."
The team started to head toward the locker room, but was stopped by two men in overcoats.
"Hello, we are coaches from the United State's Olympic team. I'm going to get straight to the point", said Smith, "Nosedive, your playing tonight was excellent, but hockey isn't the sport that we are interested in for you. All of our players for our event got food poisoning and are now being hospitalized. We have managed to find replacements however some of them are only good enough. They will never bring in the gold, which is why we are coming here tonight. Nosedive, we are inviting you to participate in the Olympics. Interested?"
Nosedive stood dumbfounded, as did the rest of ducks, especially Canard feeling a sense of jealously that Nosedive was the one being asked.
"For what event is this", barked Canard.
"Who cares", cried Nosedive, "Yes I would love too! Can I?"
"Oh thank goodness", said Prot. "The event is speed skating."
Nosedive's eyes lit up. "Really? Coolola."
"Hold up baby bro", said WildWing gently, "Don't get your hopes up yet, Misters could we please discuss this over dinner or something?"
"Oh how rude of us, I'm Henry Prot", and then pointing to the other man, "And this is Alvin Smith."
WildWing and the two gentlemen shook hands. They then headed down, (after the ducks had changed and received numerous positive income from Phil) to the Pizza Pallor.
"So to summarize what you have said", stated WildWing, "Is Nosedive would be able to train in our ice facilities, while still being allowed full access to do whatever is needed of him on our team. Also Nosedive will be competing in the state finals in a month, and if he makes that he is part of the United State's Olympic team? Oh and I forgot all I need to do is sign this slip right here since I am his legal guardian is that right?"
"Yes", said the two men.
"Can I WildWing", pleaded Nosedive, "PPPllllleeeaaasssseee?"
"Well", WildWing looked down at his begging brother, "Well I don't see why not. Give me a pen."
After the two men left, the ducks started chatting. "Well Duke you haven't said anything for awhile", commented Mallory.
Secretly Duke didn't want to talk, he didn't want to give his input because it was not going to be positive. He thought it was great that Nosedive was asked to do all of this, and he thought it was great that Nosedive agreed to all of it. However he was so pleased with Prot. There was something wrong with him. Duke knew how to read people's expressions, that was his job as a thief, being able to know the person's next move.
He also had know other things, like who was going to cause trouble and who wasn't. Prot looked like one of the guys that was going to cause trouble.
"Prot seems like a creep", Duke finally said.
"Whatever", said the rest of the ducks completely blowing off Duke.
~BEEP BEEP~
"Stupid alarm clock", muttered Nosedive, he took his hand and swat it, "Thing must be broken, it's four thirty!"
"It's not broken", mumbled WildWing in the bed across from him. "You have to train remember?"
"Oh yeah", said Nosedive with a new certain unfound sugar rush. Nosedive jumped out of bed and ran toward the closet. He got on his hockey pants, however he only had a t-shirt on top."
Nosedive raced toward the door. "Stay put", muttered WildWing.
"Huh? Why?"
"Because its four in the morning, or something like that, and I doubt you dressed yourself properly, turn the light on."
Nosedive did as he was instructed, "Ah, my eyes", muttered both brothers awaking the rest of the team. The team headed for the brother's room.
"Nosedive", screamed Canard, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
"Back-off Canard", snapped WildWing, "I'm not in the mood right now to put up with your fights. Nosedive come here."
He examined his brother, "Are you kidding me?"
"What", exclaimed Nosedive.
"Dive," said WildWing, "You can't go out on the freezing cold ice with a t- shirt. Get a sweatshirt or something."
"Mine are all dirty, can I go now?"
"Then borrow one of mine. Their in the closet on the top, you know where they should be. But since you don't bother to put away your laundry, oh never mind. Guys why don't you all go back to bed?"
"Because this is too entertaining", said Duke, "Heh I would love to see the kid come back with only a t-shirt from the ice. He would be sneezing his heart out."
"Not funny", commented Nosedive.
"Not trying to be".
"Whatever. WildWing I can't find it."
"Nosedive are you blind", cried Canard, "It's right there you little fool look!"
"Canard!" screamed WildWing, "I'm serious, lay off! I know its early, and your not a morning person. But guess what its early for me too, so I get to be rude as well, so I'm telling you for the last time, lay off."
The other ducks quieted. Ever since Canard had joined the team, he and WildWing agreed to share the position of captain. However both great leaders and best friends had different personalities, which affected the team's status. WildWing was laid back, and thought of everyone as an equal. Things were relaxed and calmed, he didn't make them strive to the ultimate perfection, or make them work harder than ever.
Canard however wasn't like that, he had his opinions on things. He was more of a military man, everything had to be run like they were in a military. Mallory adapted and responded better to Canard than anyone else since she was the one with the most military experience. She adapted well to the change, the other ducks however did not. Especially Nosedive, the other ducks tried to do as of asked of them from Canard. Except Nosedive, he knew Canard for much longer periods of time than any other duck. From what had been overheard from previous fights, WildWing brought Nosedive everywhere; Canard thought of him as a tag along brother and never really enjoyed Nosedive's company however allowed it.
Lately the two best friends have had fights over Nosedive. WildWing didn't care what his brother did, his brother was sixteen, and it wasn't fair for him to participate and have to do the same amount of work as everyone else. Canard did however care, and made Nosedive work. This was causing many, many fights.
"Don't yell at me Flashblade!"
"I found it", cried a triumphant Nosedive from the closet.
The other ducks couldn't help but laugh.
Canard threw his hands in the air, "I'm going back to bed, Nosedive don't expect to wake us up each and every morning do you hear me?"
"Yeah whatever Canard."
"That's captain to you."
"Okay Captain", said Nosedive imitating a soldier's voice, "Any other requests sir?"
"Stop that!"
"Sir no sir! Stop what sir?"
"NOSEDIVE", screamed Canard, as the other ducks started laughing hysterically.
"Dive", WildWing said, "Come on Dive lay off. Okay now go you have training, and grab breakfast on your way down."
"Okay Mr. Mom."
Nosedive ran out of the room avoiding a flying pillow from WildWing.
~Ice Rink~
"You're late", said Smith.
"Sorry man, I was havi-"
"No excuses do you hear me?"
Nosedive was taken aback, "Yes, sorry it won't happen again."
"That's right it won't", started in Prot. "Now you can stat by taking that stupid sweat shirt off."
"It's not stupid", said Nosedive somewhat insulted, "It's my brothers, and he's not stupid!"
"How touching", said Smith, "None the less take the shirt off."
"It's freezing though", replied Nosedive.
"You can get high quality times", said Smith, "If you have a sweat shirt dragging you back. It will delay your times incredibly, now take it off."
"But it's cold!"
"Well you should have thought of that sooner", commented Smith, "Shirt off now."
~Later in the day~
"Where is he", barked Canard, "I'm hungry."
"We can't order with out him", cried WildWing, "Nosedive will be here, he said he was meeting us for lunch. He never misses out on that. Please wait a little longer. Come on Canard."
"Here he comes now", said Duke.
"Dive", said WildWing, "Over here."
Nosedive waved, and walked over to the table in the restaurant.
"Hey Dive", said the team members except Canard.
"H-he, ACHOO".
"Nosedive are you okay", asked WildWing, "Your face is purple."
"I-I'm fin- ACHOO".
"You got a cold or something", asked Tanya.
"No-o achoo! Why?"
"Because your shivering and your face is purple, and call me crazy but there is the whole sneezing thing", replied Tanya.
"Why are you so cold", asked WildWing.
Nosedive decided it was best not tell WildWing the truth.
"Just cold", said Nosedive. "Ice Rink was cold."
"Come here", said WildWing nervously, "I'll warm you up."
Nosedive slid into the booth, and cuddled up to his brother. WildWing put an arm around and started rubbing chest, to get him warm.
Nosedive silently thanked his brother; he needed comfort, especially after the morning and afternoon he had been through.
~Flashback~
"Faster", cried Smith, "You need faster times, so you can faster results so you can win! Get it win! Do you understand that?"
~
"You want to get the gold, not the bronze Nosedive."
"My legs hurt."
"DO YOU THINK I CARE? If you want something you have to work at it, no one said this was going to be easy! Good things aren't easy in life, Nosedive, now run it again!"
~
"Faster! Do you understand that? Faster means to go quicker than your current status."
"I'm sorry."
"The judges won't care if you're sorry! Your opponent won't care if your sorry, this country won't care if you're sorry! If you lose this will not look good Nosedive. You have to work harder!"
"Okay."
"NOW".
"I need a break."
"Unbelievable", commented Prot, "You don't have time for a break. Do you not understand that the training time that you possess is limited? Do you understand that all of the other nominees have had years to practice and you have but a mere month? WORK HARDER!"
~Present~
"Dive, NOSEDIVE", said WildWing, "Earth to little brother."
"Huh? Oh sorry."
"What do you want to order?"
Nosedive smiled, food always made him smile and he was for once truly starved. "I'll have a cheeseburger, with ketchup, onions, pickles, tomatoes, cheese with onion rings, French fries two cokes, a six pack chicken finger set with honey, a muffin with bacon, eggs-
"Tomatoes, and in addition with hot pepper, hot sauce, and three orders of large fries in addition to the first set", hollered Smith.
"Yeah so", asked Nosedive.
"YOU CAN'T EAT LIKE THAT! YOU ARE IN TRAINING NOSEDIVE", cried Smith, "YOU ARE AN ATHLETE! AS IT IS YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT, NEVER LESS BE EATING LIKE THAT!"
"What", cried Nosedive, "Okay so maybe I ordered a lot, I'm sorry, I mean it won't happen in the finals. But lose weight?"
"Yes! You have excess weight Nosedive", cried Smith.
"Are you saying I'm fat?"
"No", said Prot with a much softer tone, "But you need to lose weight to get faster results. So can you do that for us buddy?"
Nosedive got a chill as Prot said that, it wasn't what he said, but it was how he said it.
"Okay", Nosedive said, "I can lose weight. But how? Working out? I already do that."
"Look little buddy", said Prot, "Why don't you not eat for a while okay?"
"What", cried both Smith and Nosedive.
"He needs energy", said Smith, "Nosedive, eat only one meal a day, and make it a nutritious healthy breakfast understood?"
"Breakfast", asked Nosedive.
"Only breakfast", repeated Prot, "Can you do that for us buddy?"
"Okay", said Nosedive.
"Good job", said Prot, "Now run a few more laps just for exercise, don't' sprint these, and then you can call it quits for today."
"Okay thanks", said Nosedive.
When Nosedive was finally finished he went straight to his room, or that is what he had planned.
"Nosedive", hollered Canard, "Get in here."
Nosedive practically tripping over his own two feet walked in, Duke hearing the commotion followed.
"Yeah Canard", he mumbled.
"Okay I was really going to let you have it, because you didn't contribute today at all in any of our chores, however you look like crap so I'm going to let it go."
Nosedive would have thanked him, but he was in an angry mood, result of being antagonized all day long.
"Shut up Canard".
Both Duke and Canard were taken back. Nosedive rarely ever fought back, especially with Canard.
"E-excuse me", said Canard. "What was that?"
"Nothing, just back off."
Nosedive then walked into his bedroom, Duke followed.
"Hey kid you okay?"
"Yeah I'm okay", sighed Nosedive. "I just wish that Canard would lay off, man I'm beat. I dunno it's just that speed skating is hard, especially when you have the hardest coaches."
"Is Prot giving you a problem".
Nosedive looked at Duke suspiciously. Sure there was something about Prot that gave Nosedive the chills, but he had completely blown it off.
"Why do you ask?"
"No reason, just curios. Look I'm going to let you sleep now because you have to get up real early in the morning."
"Thanks, oh Duke one more thing, where is WildWing?"
"Interview."
"Oh okay, thanks Duke, night."
"Good night kid."
~Beep Beep~
Nosedive was ready this time, and was not going to at all chances be late. He sprung out of bed, changed quickly and then grabbed a "nutritious" healthy bar. He laced up his skates and was ready on time.
"You're not late", commented Smith.
"Nope not at all", said Nosedive.
"Sweat-shirt, off".
Nosedive groaned he had forgotten about that little part. "Isn't there something I can wear?"
"To tell you the truth Nosedive, I was going to have you take off your shirt as well, because that much clothing is deducting time. I don't need any lip from you now, if I get any I'll stop being so generous. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Now warm up. Go!"
Nosedive did as he was told; Prot kept shaking his head in disapproval and writing things down. Smith was the coach, and Prot was the health dude, or so Nosedive referred to him as. Smith asked for Prot's comments and advice, and Prot gave them, which Smith usually took, or altered slightly, none of it ever being good for Nosedive.
"Okay Nosedive", said Smith, "Practice over for us, now here come the hockey team. Don't put yourself into it really, because after this practice you have us again."
Nosedive groaned as the team members started to approach the ice. Smith joined Prot on the benches and started doing paper work.
"NOSEDIVE", bellowed Canard. "That was supposed to be your play! You were supposed to get that puck!"
"Dive are you okay", asked WildWing, "Sorry man just out of it."
Smith grunted in the stands. "I mean it won't happen again."
Canard eyed WildWing, "Oh okay kid."
Nosedive smiled, Canard wasn't usually this nice to him. Canard seemed appalled at the fact that Smith had said something to Nosedive around that type of standard. That was WildWing's job, Smith's job was to train him, not lecture him.
Canard eased off a bit, and blew off the whole Smith grunting, "ah-hem" in the stands. If only he hadn't blown it off, if only he could see what was going to happen next.
Author's Note: Hey everyone, I have so many stories that I want to write down I just can't think of them all! Well I guess I'll start with this one, since it was next in my line up. Hope I chose correctly! Oh yeah please review! Thank you!
"It's Flashblade racing against the clock, he shoots he scores!", cried the news announcer, "Look at the teen now. The DUCKS WIN! GO DUCKS GO! All thanks to a spectacular ending by Nosedive Flashblade. Here come the other ducks to congratulate him."
~*~
"That speed is what we need", said Alvin Smith.
"Precisely", said Henry Prot. "Shall we ask him?"
"I'm not sure, but we are running out of choices here, with Slotskie down, we don't have any more options."
"Excellent point, we shall ask him as soon as we can get down there."
~*~
"Whose good", pouted Nosedive who had finally caught his breath.
"You are", said WildWing practically jumping over his younger brother from excitement, "We won!"
"Thanks to the incredibly fast Nosedive", commented Duke, "How did you possibly get that fast?"
"I dunno", replied Nosedive. "Thanks. Oh and here comes the Barron of Criticism, let's see what I did wrong in tonight's game."
Canard came over to the group. "He's going to congratulate you, you paranoid fool", said Mallory.
"Yeah", asked Nosedive, "Watch."
"Nosedive", said Canard's harsh toned voice, "You didn't stick with the play, that we had assigned."
"Told ya", said Nosedive.
"Nosedive", said Canard, "You will skate three laps in punishment, you're lucky that your little play worked, because if it hadn't it would be tripe the amount."
"Canard", said WildWing somewhat shocked, "Lay off man, I hope you're kidding, because if you aren't then I think that we have some issues here."
"No I'm not", replied Canard, "Nosedive doesn't play by the rules."
Nosedive would have insisted that his play wouldn't have worked because Mallory hadn't been open, but was being defended by his older brother. "Canard drop it, Nosedive no punishment just celebration."
"Wild-"
"Canard", said WildWing, "He saved the game, I know it and you know it, now drop it, okay?"
Canard eased off, "I'm going to bed."
The team started to head toward the locker room, but was stopped by two men in overcoats.
"Hello, we are coaches from the United State's Olympic team. I'm going to get straight to the point", said Smith, "Nosedive, your playing tonight was excellent, but hockey isn't the sport that we are interested in for you. All of our players for our event got food poisoning and are now being hospitalized. We have managed to find replacements however some of them are only good enough. They will never bring in the gold, which is why we are coming here tonight. Nosedive, we are inviting you to participate in the Olympics. Interested?"
Nosedive stood dumbfounded, as did the rest of ducks, especially Canard feeling a sense of jealously that Nosedive was the one being asked.
"For what event is this", barked Canard.
"Who cares", cried Nosedive, "Yes I would love too! Can I?"
"Oh thank goodness", said Prot. "The event is speed skating."
Nosedive's eyes lit up. "Really? Coolola."
"Hold up baby bro", said WildWing gently, "Don't get your hopes up yet, Misters could we please discuss this over dinner or something?"
"Oh how rude of us, I'm Henry Prot", and then pointing to the other man, "And this is Alvin Smith."
WildWing and the two gentlemen shook hands. They then headed down, (after the ducks had changed and received numerous positive income from Phil) to the Pizza Pallor.
"So to summarize what you have said", stated WildWing, "Is Nosedive would be able to train in our ice facilities, while still being allowed full access to do whatever is needed of him on our team. Also Nosedive will be competing in the state finals in a month, and if he makes that he is part of the United State's Olympic team? Oh and I forgot all I need to do is sign this slip right here since I am his legal guardian is that right?"
"Yes", said the two men.
"Can I WildWing", pleaded Nosedive, "PPPllllleeeaaasssseee?"
"Well", WildWing looked down at his begging brother, "Well I don't see why not. Give me a pen."
After the two men left, the ducks started chatting. "Well Duke you haven't said anything for awhile", commented Mallory.
Secretly Duke didn't want to talk, he didn't want to give his input because it was not going to be positive. He thought it was great that Nosedive was asked to do all of this, and he thought it was great that Nosedive agreed to all of it. However he was so pleased with Prot. There was something wrong with him. Duke knew how to read people's expressions, that was his job as a thief, being able to know the person's next move.
He also had know other things, like who was going to cause trouble and who wasn't. Prot looked like one of the guys that was going to cause trouble.
"Prot seems like a creep", Duke finally said.
"Whatever", said the rest of the ducks completely blowing off Duke.
~BEEP BEEP~
"Stupid alarm clock", muttered Nosedive, he took his hand and swat it, "Thing must be broken, it's four thirty!"
"It's not broken", mumbled WildWing in the bed across from him. "You have to train remember?"
"Oh yeah", said Nosedive with a new certain unfound sugar rush. Nosedive jumped out of bed and ran toward the closet. He got on his hockey pants, however he only had a t-shirt on top."
Nosedive raced toward the door. "Stay put", muttered WildWing.
"Huh? Why?"
"Because its four in the morning, or something like that, and I doubt you dressed yourself properly, turn the light on."
Nosedive did as he was instructed, "Ah, my eyes", muttered both brothers awaking the rest of the team. The team headed for the brother's room.
"Nosedive", screamed Canard, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
"Back-off Canard", snapped WildWing, "I'm not in the mood right now to put up with your fights. Nosedive come here."
He examined his brother, "Are you kidding me?"
"What", exclaimed Nosedive.
"Dive," said WildWing, "You can't go out on the freezing cold ice with a t- shirt. Get a sweatshirt or something."
"Mine are all dirty, can I go now?"
"Then borrow one of mine. Their in the closet on the top, you know where they should be. But since you don't bother to put away your laundry, oh never mind. Guys why don't you all go back to bed?"
"Because this is too entertaining", said Duke, "Heh I would love to see the kid come back with only a t-shirt from the ice. He would be sneezing his heart out."
"Not funny", commented Nosedive.
"Not trying to be".
"Whatever. WildWing I can't find it."
"Nosedive are you blind", cried Canard, "It's right there you little fool look!"
"Canard!" screamed WildWing, "I'm serious, lay off! I know its early, and your not a morning person. But guess what its early for me too, so I get to be rude as well, so I'm telling you for the last time, lay off."
The other ducks quieted. Ever since Canard had joined the team, he and WildWing agreed to share the position of captain. However both great leaders and best friends had different personalities, which affected the team's status. WildWing was laid back, and thought of everyone as an equal. Things were relaxed and calmed, he didn't make them strive to the ultimate perfection, or make them work harder than ever.
Canard however wasn't like that, he had his opinions on things. He was more of a military man, everything had to be run like they were in a military. Mallory adapted and responded better to Canard than anyone else since she was the one with the most military experience. She adapted well to the change, the other ducks however did not. Especially Nosedive, the other ducks tried to do as of asked of them from Canard. Except Nosedive, he knew Canard for much longer periods of time than any other duck. From what had been overheard from previous fights, WildWing brought Nosedive everywhere; Canard thought of him as a tag along brother and never really enjoyed Nosedive's company however allowed it.
Lately the two best friends have had fights over Nosedive. WildWing didn't care what his brother did, his brother was sixteen, and it wasn't fair for him to participate and have to do the same amount of work as everyone else. Canard did however care, and made Nosedive work. This was causing many, many fights.
"Don't yell at me Flashblade!"
"I found it", cried a triumphant Nosedive from the closet.
The other ducks couldn't help but laugh.
Canard threw his hands in the air, "I'm going back to bed, Nosedive don't expect to wake us up each and every morning do you hear me?"
"Yeah whatever Canard."
"That's captain to you."
"Okay Captain", said Nosedive imitating a soldier's voice, "Any other requests sir?"
"Stop that!"
"Sir no sir! Stop what sir?"
"NOSEDIVE", screamed Canard, as the other ducks started laughing hysterically.
"Dive", WildWing said, "Come on Dive lay off. Okay now go you have training, and grab breakfast on your way down."
"Okay Mr. Mom."
Nosedive ran out of the room avoiding a flying pillow from WildWing.
~Ice Rink~
"You're late", said Smith.
"Sorry man, I was havi-"
"No excuses do you hear me?"
Nosedive was taken aback, "Yes, sorry it won't happen again."
"That's right it won't", started in Prot. "Now you can stat by taking that stupid sweat shirt off."
"It's not stupid", said Nosedive somewhat insulted, "It's my brothers, and he's not stupid!"
"How touching", said Smith, "None the less take the shirt off."
"It's freezing though", replied Nosedive.
"You can get high quality times", said Smith, "If you have a sweat shirt dragging you back. It will delay your times incredibly, now take it off."
"But it's cold!"
"Well you should have thought of that sooner", commented Smith, "Shirt off now."
~Later in the day~
"Where is he", barked Canard, "I'm hungry."
"We can't order with out him", cried WildWing, "Nosedive will be here, he said he was meeting us for lunch. He never misses out on that. Please wait a little longer. Come on Canard."
"Here he comes now", said Duke.
"Dive", said WildWing, "Over here."
Nosedive waved, and walked over to the table in the restaurant.
"Hey Dive", said the team members except Canard.
"H-he, ACHOO".
"Nosedive are you okay", asked WildWing, "Your face is purple."
"I-I'm fin- ACHOO".
"You got a cold or something", asked Tanya.
"No-o achoo! Why?"
"Because your shivering and your face is purple, and call me crazy but there is the whole sneezing thing", replied Tanya.
"Why are you so cold", asked WildWing.
Nosedive decided it was best not tell WildWing the truth.
"Just cold", said Nosedive. "Ice Rink was cold."
"Come here", said WildWing nervously, "I'll warm you up."
Nosedive slid into the booth, and cuddled up to his brother. WildWing put an arm around and started rubbing chest, to get him warm.
Nosedive silently thanked his brother; he needed comfort, especially after the morning and afternoon he had been through.
~Flashback~
"Faster", cried Smith, "You need faster times, so you can faster results so you can win! Get it win! Do you understand that?"
~
"You want to get the gold, not the bronze Nosedive."
"My legs hurt."
"DO YOU THINK I CARE? If you want something you have to work at it, no one said this was going to be easy! Good things aren't easy in life, Nosedive, now run it again!"
~
"Faster! Do you understand that? Faster means to go quicker than your current status."
"I'm sorry."
"The judges won't care if you're sorry! Your opponent won't care if your sorry, this country won't care if you're sorry! If you lose this will not look good Nosedive. You have to work harder!"
"Okay."
"NOW".
"I need a break."
"Unbelievable", commented Prot, "You don't have time for a break. Do you not understand that the training time that you possess is limited? Do you understand that all of the other nominees have had years to practice and you have but a mere month? WORK HARDER!"
~Present~
"Dive, NOSEDIVE", said WildWing, "Earth to little brother."
"Huh? Oh sorry."
"What do you want to order?"
Nosedive smiled, food always made him smile and he was for once truly starved. "I'll have a cheeseburger, with ketchup, onions, pickles, tomatoes, cheese with onion rings, French fries two cokes, a six pack chicken finger set with honey, a muffin with bacon, eggs-
"Tomatoes, and in addition with hot pepper, hot sauce, and three orders of large fries in addition to the first set", hollered Smith.
"Yeah so", asked Nosedive.
"YOU CAN'T EAT LIKE THAT! YOU ARE IN TRAINING NOSEDIVE", cried Smith, "YOU ARE AN ATHLETE! AS IT IS YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT, NEVER LESS BE EATING LIKE THAT!"
"What", cried Nosedive, "Okay so maybe I ordered a lot, I'm sorry, I mean it won't happen in the finals. But lose weight?"
"Yes! You have excess weight Nosedive", cried Smith.
"Are you saying I'm fat?"
"No", said Prot with a much softer tone, "But you need to lose weight to get faster results. So can you do that for us buddy?"
Nosedive got a chill as Prot said that, it wasn't what he said, but it was how he said it.
"Okay", Nosedive said, "I can lose weight. But how? Working out? I already do that."
"Look little buddy", said Prot, "Why don't you not eat for a while okay?"
"What", cried both Smith and Nosedive.
"He needs energy", said Smith, "Nosedive, eat only one meal a day, and make it a nutritious healthy breakfast understood?"
"Breakfast", asked Nosedive.
"Only breakfast", repeated Prot, "Can you do that for us buddy?"
"Okay", said Nosedive.
"Good job", said Prot, "Now run a few more laps just for exercise, don't' sprint these, and then you can call it quits for today."
"Okay thanks", said Nosedive.
When Nosedive was finally finished he went straight to his room, or that is what he had planned.
"Nosedive", hollered Canard, "Get in here."
Nosedive practically tripping over his own two feet walked in, Duke hearing the commotion followed.
"Yeah Canard", he mumbled.
"Okay I was really going to let you have it, because you didn't contribute today at all in any of our chores, however you look like crap so I'm going to let it go."
Nosedive would have thanked him, but he was in an angry mood, result of being antagonized all day long.
"Shut up Canard".
Both Duke and Canard were taken back. Nosedive rarely ever fought back, especially with Canard.
"E-excuse me", said Canard. "What was that?"
"Nothing, just back off."
Nosedive then walked into his bedroom, Duke followed.
"Hey kid you okay?"
"Yeah I'm okay", sighed Nosedive. "I just wish that Canard would lay off, man I'm beat. I dunno it's just that speed skating is hard, especially when you have the hardest coaches."
"Is Prot giving you a problem".
Nosedive looked at Duke suspiciously. Sure there was something about Prot that gave Nosedive the chills, but he had completely blown it off.
"Why do you ask?"
"No reason, just curios. Look I'm going to let you sleep now because you have to get up real early in the morning."
"Thanks, oh Duke one more thing, where is WildWing?"
"Interview."
"Oh okay, thanks Duke, night."
"Good night kid."
~Beep Beep~
Nosedive was ready this time, and was not going to at all chances be late. He sprung out of bed, changed quickly and then grabbed a "nutritious" healthy bar. He laced up his skates and was ready on time.
"You're not late", commented Smith.
"Nope not at all", said Nosedive.
"Sweat-shirt, off".
Nosedive groaned he had forgotten about that little part. "Isn't there something I can wear?"
"To tell you the truth Nosedive, I was going to have you take off your shirt as well, because that much clothing is deducting time. I don't need any lip from you now, if I get any I'll stop being so generous. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Now warm up. Go!"
Nosedive did as he was told; Prot kept shaking his head in disapproval and writing things down. Smith was the coach, and Prot was the health dude, or so Nosedive referred to him as. Smith asked for Prot's comments and advice, and Prot gave them, which Smith usually took, or altered slightly, none of it ever being good for Nosedive.
"Okay Nosedive", said Smith, "Practice over for us, now here come the hockey team. Don't put yourself into it really, because after this practice you have us again."
Nosedive groaned as the team members started to approach the ice. Smith joined Prot on the benches and started doing paper work.
"NOSEDIVE", bellowed Canard. "That was supposed to be your play! You were supposed to get that puck!"
"Dive are you okay", asked WildWing, "Sorry man just out of it."
Smith grunted in the stands. "I mean it won't happen again."
Canard eyed WildWing, "Oh okay kid."
Nosedive smiled, Canard wasn't usually this nice to him. Canard seemed appalled at the fact that Smith had said something to Nosedive around that type of standard. That was WildWing's job, Smith's job was to train him, not lecture him.
Canard eased off a bit, and blew off the whole Smith grunting, "ah-hem" in the stands. If only he hadn't blown it off, if only he could see what was going to happen next.