Destructive: I own nothing. Hear me? Nothing!! Alright, here we go!.
^.^.^.^.^.^.^
Prologue
"It's nice to see you again Ms. Williams." The man greeted with a formal tip of his derby, a smile hidden beneath his pale mustache.
"I wish I could say the say, Mr. Dickinson." She paused grudgingly. "But then I would be lying, wouldn't I?"
She leaned back in the couch, arms crossed, and boots propped up on the wooden desk, dark grey eyes narrowed as if daring the man seated in the mobile chair to continue.
"Well, as you know, there is to be a tournament to be held in North America." He hesitated. "Two teams are to join temporarily, and I want it to be your team."
"My team?" She inquired scathingly. "I have no team, not anymore."
"This is my way of apologizing. Giving you another chance to beyblade." He sighed. "You never resigned, so your still an Amulet. Do you still have your amulet."
She sat in silence for a while, staring at the picture on the far wall, the cubicle wasn't very big, but the walls were covered with awards, and photos, one in particular caught her eyes. Five boys, all wearing smiles, not the false smiles she had grown used to seeing and wearing, but honest 'I just won the lottery smiles.' all except for one, who simple his behind a smirk.
"Your team?" She asked distantly.
"Of course, the World champion Bladebreakers." The old man answered with a hint of pride.
"They appear to be a bunch of garrulous morons." Mr. Dickinson's face fell.
"Well, Tyson is prone to mindless jabbering, but the others aren't." He hesitated thoughtfully. "Well unless you count Kenny, or Chief, who has a tendency to serve out scores of information."
"So they are the losers I'd be stuck with?"
The man sighed, knowing he wouldn't get the girl to understand.
"Affirmative. Now do you still have your amulet?"
"Yes."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Destructive Unit: Sorry it's so short. Also the fact that, I'm grounded and won't be able to update it is anyone does like this.
Asami: Which would be amazing.
Destructive: meanie.
Please review, and flames are allowed, but please with flames offer advice.
Press the pretty button.
VvVvVvVvVvVv