13 Shades of Grey

Prologue: At the Beginning

Disclaimer: Beyblade, all related indicia, and original cast members belong to Takao Aomi. I do own Arista Belyaev. The following characters are in the order for their creators: Amber/Gems, Miyami/Tari, Aspin/Animerle, Sonia/Sae, and Shahero/Coors.

RAN: So. I'm reposting this because it got removed. That brings my total count of removed fictions off this site to five. Yes, that's right. Five. So, if wants to keep deleting my fics then they have to try harder because I'll just keep reposting. Take that, ha! So anywho, R&R please.

"I am the bestest Hockey player in this school." Amber said grinning.

Arista grinned back at her. "Not likely, I'm much better."

"Says who?" She shot back smugly.

"I do." The silver haired seventeen-years-old replied arrogantly.

"Actually, You would both be mistaken. I am the best Hockey Player in this pathetic excuse for a school."

Amber and Arista both turned around, and rolled their eyes. Who else would it be, but Brooklyn?

The cocky pompous ginger-haired, moss green eyed prick. He stared at them, smirking.

"Would you like to prove that?"

"Any day, Belyaev."

"You're on. Today, right now, right here. I bet that you can't beat me at one-on-one Hockey match."

Brooklyn nodded to assure her that he'd accepted.

"But, the loser has to be the winners slave for... thirteen days."

Arista's mouth opened and closed like a fish. That meant that she had to everything he told her to do, for thirteen days?

'If I lose, I'm making a bet that's worse than going to hell and back. But if I don't accept, then his already over-sized head will get even bigger.'

"So what's it going to be?"

"I accept."

"Okay then. But we have to have it later, when there are witnesses."

"Why? You wanna lose around people? I thought you'd rather when no one was around so that you wouldn't get embarrassed."

"That's what you think. I want witnesses around so that when you lose, then everyone will know it."

"Not gunna happen, Mr. I-think-I'm-the-best-but-really-am-not!"

This time Brooklyn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just be there at seven."

And with that he turned around and walked away.

"'Ris, you know that if you lose, he's going to boss you around for almost two weeks?" Amber spoke slowly.

"I thought you were my friend. Be a little more supportive, why don't you?"

"Yeah. But still, he is a good player. Even if he's a total ass-head."

"I'm not going to lose... Anyways, I'm hungry. Let's go to the caf already. We're missing lunch."

'At least, I hope I won't lose...'

"He shoots-" Brooklyn waited for the puck to go into the net "-and he scores!"

Time stood still for Arista as she watched the puck glide on the smooth ice, and into the net.

First she was shocked, then as she slowly processed the fact that he had won; she gave out a cry of frustration.

"Cheater, I demand a re-match!"

"Okay. But just to make it fair, let's raise the stakes a little... The winner, which is obviously going to be me again, will get to boss the loser, which is going to be you again, around for thirteen days, and-" Brooklyn paused here to think about what he could possibly add to make her life more of a living hell, "-the loser will also have to quit the team for two months."

"WHAT?"

The large crowd that had gathered 'oohed' and 'awed' at his bold statement.

They now looked over to Arista, watching her reaction interestingly.

"WHAT?" She repeated again. "What do you mean quit the team for two months?"

"I meant what I said. When you lose, you'll have to quit the team for two months." He said slowly, as if talking to an eight-years-old.

"Unless you're afraid you'll lose..."

She glared as he taunted her, leaning on his black hockey stick.

"In your dreams. You just watch, I'm not going to lose. First one to score five goals wins."

She gritted her teeth and skated over to the centre. Brooklyn skated over as well. Amber was already there, waiting for them. She blew a whistle, and dropped the puck, but purposely dropped it closer to her Russian friend.

The black circular disc fell onto the ice with a dull thud. Arista, being the quicker of the two, already had the puck and was skating towards the left end of the icy field.

Brooklyn wasted no time in going after her. Just as she was about to shoot, he snatched at the puck with his stick, and glided around at the back of the net.

"You want it?" He waited for her reaction. She glared at him challengingly. "Then come and get it."

She charged around the right side of the net, but he had skated out from the left. She mentally slapped herself.

He looked behind him and saw her angry expression.

Smirking he slowed down as he neared the net, and shot the puck slowly as if just proving to her that he was the better of the two.

He knew how to get her riled up. This was too easy.

"Nooooo!" Arista screamed as Brooklyn scored his fifth goal.

"No, no, no, no, no. NO!"

"Actually, it's more like yes, yes, yes, yes, and what was it again? Yes!"

"Go fuck yourself." She said through gritted teeth.

"So unlady-like."

He mocked her, enjoying her misery.

She gave another cry of anger. And skulked off to the change rooms, ignoring him, and the crowd.

All she could think about was the fact that she would have to quit the team for two months. The mere thought of it sent dreadful shivers down her spine.

"I swear I'll get you back for this, Adams!" She yelled aloud, to no one in particular.