KONICHIWA!! ^_^ or OHYOU!!!
hee hee. I was bored wen I wrote this.. a forbidden love story on Kristy Maxell/Rayden Clyde ... dont hate me for the pairing lol.. kristy still belongs to nanashi. ^_^ i was just bored, and i needed a change of plot.. hope u like.. everythings pretty much the same up till who takes kristy back with them...well just read...R+R ^_^
Hey Street Blader Fans! ^_^ *Waves*
takes place about 7months before the SB series a what if fic.... what if Kristy was taken in by the red raiders instead of her shadow bladers.
-A Red Raider is born-
The stars in the sky glittered as usual, but were hidden behind cold, grey yet purplish clouds of winter. No snow had fallen this season, mostly just cold wind and rain.
A young 13 year old girl, sat silently on the steps of her house, it was her birthday today, yet no one dared, or even bothered to notice or care. Probably for the better. She as long as she was quiet, she wasn't beaten. She had short shoulder length ruby coloured hair, which fell in front of her soft, yet sad, hazel eyes (no make up today, she was far to tired) She wore her usual tie dye sparkly blue tube top, and her only pair of jeans, which were faded and ripped at the knees and finally her favourite black and blue sneakers.
During her hand she softly clutched a blue headband from which a white star sparkled in the centre of it, staring sadly down at it; Her only remaining memory of her mother. Since no other memory lingered, her mother had died giving birth to the young red head. While her father had died in a car accident when she was 5, the doctors were amazed that she even lived through the crash herself. She pocketed the headband.
She was lucky they said.
"Hn, if only they new the hell I have to go through now, they would agree I was better off dead with my father in that car!" she snorted to her self in malice at the doctors for letting her live, this horrible orphan life.
Now she was stuck in a foster home, with an alcoholic foster mother, and a very abusive foster father, Robert Wendland, but she was forced to call him Bob! She glanced down at her left wrist, a large bruise, all thanks to her so called "father." She was beaten almost daily. Many bruises were formed on her back and legs, from his beatings.
She had many scars on her forearms, but they weren't from bob, they were from street fights she had gotten her self into from an early age with ally kids.
She was a strong kid; she had to be, to put up with her foster father. That bruise on her wrist had formed over night, she had come home late the night before, and so he "had" to punish her.
That bastard!
"MAXELL! You little bitch! Get in the house!!" came a thundering shrilling voice. Causing the young girl to wince at the sound.
"Kuso! (Shit!)" she grumbled under her breath, as she stood slowly. She gasped suddenly, as she felt a large hand wrap itself around the back of her neck.
"What did you just say?!" came the thundering voice again, raspy, and cold.
If she lied, she would be beaten twice as hard, than if she told the truth, she sighed in annoyance, "I said Kuso!"
She forced her eyes shut, as she felt her body make harsh contact with the door, bursting it open, as she was dragged to the kitchen like a rag doll.
"Kristy, you have some nerve!" The man roared as the girl looked up at him, as he threw her to the hard, cold kitchen tile floor. An ugly man. Red in the face from anger, his nose scrunched up, he looked drunk. Dark rusty brown hair, beady ugly brown eyes, and large strong harry arms.
Kristy watched in horror as Bob pulled out a large, sharp yet thin knife from the drawer, and turn briskly. He had an evil glint in his eyes, as he held the knife at his eye level.
"N-nani?! B-bob! Please!" Kristy found her self backed up flat against the kitchen wall, looking up in terror at her foster father.
Bob lunged at Kristy's throat, but she briskly moved just in time, but it wasn't fast enough, she found her self stuck suddenly as a wave of pain flashed over her body. Her right shoulder bursting in pain, as blood slowly trickled down her arm. Kristy let out a shriek of pain, as she threw her head back, though it didn't ease it much. Moving only made it hurt more!
"Stay still bitch!!" Bob roared as he pulled out the knife.
Desperate to get away, she found her self holding Bob's wrist, and breaking his arm suddenly as she kicked it as hard as she could. He himself let out a cry of rage and pain as he dropped the knife clutching his arm, giving Kristy the time to dash out the door. Not daring to look back at hell she once called home.
Tear's welled in her eyes as she heard Bob's angry curses and shouts, "Happy Birthday Bitch!!"
Kristy kept running ignoring the pain swelling in her shoulder. She didn't care, she needed to get away. Away from Bob, away from hell, away from it all. She knew it was dangerous to run about the streets and alleys of Japan, she knew of the many gangs that only came out at night. The came out to kill any outsiders.
Tears fell helplessly from her eyes, as she clutched her throbbing shoulder, she could feel her own wet, warm yet sticky blood gush in her hand. Stumbling through the night, quickly she was losing breath, and balance. Her head swelled in pain and dizziness, yet she continued running. She couldn't stop! Bob might catch her, if she did, or worse, an ally kid. Luckily for her, she had got to known theses alleys quite well over the years. She wasn't officially an ally kid, but any other normal kid could easily mistake her for one, for her knowledge of each of the ally areas.
The North side ally's belonged to the Shadow Blades, and The Eternals. The Red Raiders owned the Eastside ally's. The Southside ally's belonged to the Night Storms. While the Westside alleys were claimed by the Black Thunders. Kristy had never once encountered any of theses ally members, and she planned not to, they were always seeking a fight, whether it be a beybattle or a fistfight. It was the Night Gangs that worried her most though! The adult gangs, they were more of a threat than anyone else!
The cold wind bit at her skin, just as a heavy downpour began to fall. Within moments, she was cold, soaked, out of breath, tired, and her whole body ached in pain. This rain wasn't helping her condition, it was making it worse! She needed to find cover, and fast, she was vulnerable now. She was weak, and she had lost much blood. She took off in one last sprint, to save her self, as she rounded a corner, only to bump into a strong warm chest. She could only enjoy the warmth for a moment, before she fell back in her weakness, on to her butt.
"Watch it!" Came a low growl from above her, as he peered down at her trying to identify her.
The older boy of whom she had run into wore a deep purple jacket over a blood red shirt and baggy black pants. He had dark blonde wet hair, and cold emotionless green eyes. And behind him stood, a very surprised looking younger boy. He wore a deep purple jacket as well over a dark green shirt with loose beige coloured pants and dark red sneakers which were the same colour as his hair, and soft tea colour eyes. He was rather cute, she couldn't help but blush. (is nanashi's eyes, tea, or teal? lol I dunno)
Kristy suddenly winced in pain; her hand grasped her shoulder instinctively, as she stifled a whimper. These boys were either Ally kids, or they were Bob's loyalties, and were out to find her. Either way, she was in deep shit. She let out a frighten gasp, as she stood suddenly, and began to back away quickly, her hand not leaving her throbbing shoulder.
She was weak on her feet, and her head whirled like a top, from the loss of blood. The older boy, took a step forward, and grabbed her left uninjured arm, harshly.
"Let me go!" she squeaked.
"Who are you? What are you doing here!" the older boy demanded.
In fear, Kristy gave her best right upper-cut that she could, it was weaker than usually with the injury, but it hurt all the same. The older boy grunted and loosened his grip on her arm, giving her the chance to turn and run. Wincing all the while.
"Vincent!" she could hear the younger boy holler from behind, "She's hurt! She won't last out here! She's heading into the Eastside territories!!"
Kristy let out a frustrated growl, she didn't care, she needed to get away. She could hear the two boys footsteps; they weren't far behind now. Kristy knew they had chased her into the Eastside ally's, for she came to a dead stop, as she saw another tallboy, standing in front of her. He was tall, and had a muscular build; he scowled down at her, his eyes narrowed, which his short jet black, red tipped hair fell in front of. The rain washed over his red and gold armguards, he wore a red jacket with a white singlet, with black cargos, while a gold necklace dangled from his neck.
She growled slightly, as she heard the two boys who had been chasing her, come to a stop behind her also. The taller boy in front of her briefly looked passed Kristy, to glare at the two boys, "Vincent Kojii, and little Nanashi.... What are you doing on my side of the Alley's?" he growled.
"None of your business Red Raider!" The taller boy snarled back, who was known as Vincent.
"Hai, but it is! When you are both in my territory, Kojii!" The Red Raider snarled back.
"Gomen Rayden! Forgive my brother, he's just a bit agitated, since that girl in front of you, punched him...We were only chasing her, Red Raider!" The younger boy, known as Nanashi said more politely.
Rayden glared down at Kristy, as he watched her gulp hard, as more tears formed in her eyes. "Outsider, ne?"
"Possibly!" Vincent snorted, crossing his arms over his chest while glaring at the back of Kristy.
"That's some nasty cut you got there girl! Who gave it to you?" Rayden glared down at Kristy, who shifted her feet.
Kristy was uneasy now, she couldn't tell them she came from a foster home, they would think she was a city kid, she wasn't though! She had practically lived on the streets since the age of 5! She knew how to street fight, she knew how to beybattle. She knew all of the Ally kids territories. But judging by Raydens vacant expression he wasn't pleased with any outsiders, not even Vincent or Nanashi, which whom he recognized.
Kristy wasn't sure what to say at this very moment, all she knew was her body was somehow getting heavier, while her head was getting lighter. Suddenly she blacked out, as the pain in her shoulder grew stronger. She let out a hushed moan, as her limp body hit the ground.
Rayden stared down at the limp body, "She has had that cut awhile, major blood loss!" He snorted.
"Vincent, can we take her back to our apartment?" Nanashi asked quietly, his eyes not leaving the girls body, "She needs help!"
"She's an outsider! I know it!" Vincent snarled back at his younger brother.
"Well if you wont take this girl off my territory, I'll take her back with me.... I could always use another Red Raider!" Rayden stared down at her, "You got to admit Vincent, she's quite the pretty child. Stubborn, yet pretty!"
Nanashi blushed at this comment, while Vincent went red in the face, "What ever Clyde!" Vincent pursed his lips together tightly, which gave him a look like he was suck on a sour lemon, but his eyes glared daggers at the older Red Raider.
"No?" Rayden smirked, "Hmph, fine with me... you never know Kojii, this girl might be a strong beyblader...and you would have let her slip through your finger's, over your own stubbornness."
"She's weak!" Vincent snarled back, glaring down at the unconscious girl.
"Really now? I don't know many girls, who are able to run as far as she did, with a cut like that...and do my eyes deceive me, or is that a bruise forming on your jaw?" Rayden laughed his cynical laugh, while Vincent suppressed a growl.
"She hit my big brother with a upper-cut, when he refused to let her go..." Nanashi added with a smirk up at his grumbling brother.
"Ha! Just as stubborn as you, Kojii... Are you still sure that this 'child' is weak...?" Rayden surveyed Kristy's body, before kneeling down to get a better look.
Her hazel orbs hid behind her eyelids, her wet soft ruby hair clung to the warmth of her face, and her lips were slightly blue from the cold wind and rain that lashed around the 4 teens. Rayden slowly reached his hand into her pocket, only to pull out an Aqua and Blue beyblade.
"Well, she blade's..." Raydens mouth curved in a smirk as he took a closer look.
A bit beast.... of a glowing white cat, with wings, 'quite the bit beast.' he grinned at the thought, but quickly yelped, as he dropped her blade, holding his throbbing hand tightly. The blade had given him quite the shock, in warning. 'This bit beast seems to care for its mistress as well.... Strong bond, means a strong pair...' Rayden thought in amusement, before placing the blade back in her pocket.
Rayden was about to stand up, to glare and give the Kojii's some mean ass comment, before something caught his eye. The cut; it wasn't a beyblade cut, or even a cut that was usually seen in a street fight. This was a knife, and it was done forcefully, and purposely, judging by the angle. Rayden frowned as he slowly lifted her arm, to peer at her forearm. Scars, now those were from Street Fights, so this was ruled out of city kid material.
Rayden finally stood staring at the very confused Kojii brothers, "Well, she's certainly no city kid.... she's got plenty of battle scars on her arms to prove that..." Rayden's eyes caught Vincent's angry green ones, "So Kojii, you want her? Or is she my new recruit?" "Take her!" Vincent snarled back, "Let's go Nanashi..." he growled, turning his back on the unconscious girl, and the annoying Red Raider. Nanashi hesitated for a few moments before following his older brother. Rayden was left standing alone, quietly in the rain, staring down at the young red head below him. "I guess your all mine then..." he sighed, as he gently threw her over his shoulder. A light moan escaped her lips, as he quickly stalked off. ***** When Kristy awoke it was 3:30am. The room was bright, as a lantern light danced across her face, causing her to scrunch up her nose in annoyance.
"Baka light!" she groaned, as she turned over, only to yelp in pain, as she sat up straight clutching her right shoulder. Kristy looked down at her shoulder, it was completely bandaged, and she was now in only her bra and a pair of unfamiliar navy blue sweat pants. Kristy looked around to find her self, in a small confined room. It looked as though she was in an abandonned apartment. The window that revealed it was still pouring outside was dusty and cracked. She was lying on bed, soft yet firm. "I must say; you are quite stubborn for a girl..." Sneered a voice beside her. Kristy's eyes briskly fell upon, that boy, Rayden Clyde, the Red Raider, she gasped deeply, quickly covering herself with a blanket to hide her bra, blushing furiously. "Red Raider....Where am I?" she demanded harshly, making sure the blanket covered her half naked body.
"Well. At the moment your in my bed!" Rayden scoffed, as he kneeled beside her.
Kristy stiffled a growl, as she glared up at the older boy, her eyes wide, as he gently carressed her injured shoulder, his touch was soft, it sent tiny shivers up and down her spine, it didn''t even hurt. Her breath was quick, her shoulders were tense, this situation making her feel uneasy. She wasn't use to trusting anyone anymore. And Rayden sensed this.
He pulled his hand away, as he stared down into her hazel eyes, giving a small smirk, seeing her relax slighhtly, "I get the impression you don't like to trust people often."
Kristy kept her glare up but said nothing.
"Stubborn as hell, hmm?" Rayden's smirk grew bigger, "Alright... You mind telling me how you got thhat gash then?"
Kristy couldn't contain the tears, so she briskly looked away allowing them to flow freely, but still she remained quiet. Shutting her eyes withh a tight force, trying to push the old memories, of her abuse further back, but the memories pushed back, and they wouldn't leave.
Rayden had never seen any ally kid react this way, over any question. Something was wrong... that gash wasn't ordinary. He silently scanned her body, besides her gash, she still looked pretty beaten up. A large burise was forming on her cheek. Dried blood hahs still managed to remain on her neck and arm. Her wrist was badly bruised, as was her legs, and ankles. She was very pretty besides the wounds though.....
"I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong!" Rayden growled.
Kristy refused to look at him, but softly murmered, "No one can help me..." she slowly stood, still shakey in the legs from the tremendous loss of blood. Taking the blanket with her.
"Oh no you don't! You are not going out into my alley's in your condition!" Rayden, forcfully, yet gently, to prevent further damage, pulled her down.
But Kristy being Kristy refused to fall to her knee's, as she pulled agaisnt Rayden's force. Rayden growled as he stood up, and wrapped his two strong arms around her's so she couldn't move, the blancket dropped, and Kristy went beat red, Rayden ignored what she was wearing and slowly brought her down to the ground, with her arms at her sides.
Kristy gave a surpressed whimper of pain from her shoulder, but Rayden ignored it, and pulled her in between his legs. "I'll let you go, when you agree to stay put!"
"NO!" she hissed back, "You don't get it do you? You can't help me Red Raider, let me be!! Let GO!! No one can help me..." she finally burst into tear's as she finally stopped struggling, letting her shoulders shake madly with her sobs. "Let me die..." she whispered in a sob.
"No!" Rayden growled back, his grip not loosening, "Tell me, how you got that cut!"
"You'll kill me... " she whispered softly, her sobs slowing a bit.
"No I wont...." Rayden glared down at the girl, as he felt her shoulder's relax against his chest. "Who did this to you?" he asked again, not so coldly this time.
"My..Foster Father...." She huffed bitterly, as more tears fell, Rayden felt her shoulders tense. She obviously knew city kids weren't welcome in the alleys.
"You're a city kid..." Rayden's eyes narrowed, he was confused...she had many street fight scars..how could she be a city kid?
"Not exactly..I've grown up on the streets since the age of 5.. i kept ruinning away from my foster home, koz heh beat me so often...they always dragged me back.. I know all these alleys like the back of my hand... Yours, the Northside, the Southside, the Westside,, even the Centerside alleys I know pretty good...." her voice trembled, and she sounded desperte to convince the Red Raider, to spare her.
Without either of the two realising it, Rayden had loosen his hold on Kristy completely, but his arms remained around her waist, while Kristy seemed more relax, as she let her self lean agaisnt his chest, though her shoulders were still tense.
"What's your name?" he asked coldly.
"Kristy Maxell...age, 13..." she muttered timidly.
Rayden raised an eye brow. He didn't blame the girl for being so timid. She knew the alley rules well, she could easily pass as an Alley kid. She wasn't some spoiled city punk, she wasn't from a loving home.. in fact she was treated worst at home than in the alleys. She knew how to fight, she knew her way around. She was smart, fast, and agile.
"Please.." she murmered quietly, catching his attention, "Let me go... I'll leave the Eastside... I'll go find my way in the Southside alleys, I'll never bother you again... please, just let me go.." she said queitly her voice trembling in fear.
"No.." Rayden said softly, "You are to stay here... You'll be killed if you leave now. As far as I'm concern, you're one of my alley kids."
Kristy blinked in surpirse, her mouth unable to gasp out words.
"You need sleep." Rayden stood up, allowing Kristy to relax in the bed. "Stay here... I'll talk to you further in the morning!" and with that he left the room, blowing ou the lantern.
Kristy was silent for a few moments blinking at the door on which Rayden left, sighing deepl;y, she gave up and snuggled down in the bed.
******
Rayden sat silently at a table, sipping some hot tea. "I'll need to test her tomorrow, see if she's able to contain that feline bit beast of hers..." Rayden glanced to the clock, some time had pasted, it was now 5:30am. He'd wake ehr at 6:30. WEll he mise well make breakfast, before she gets up.
Rayden stood, but a sudden noise from the room caught his attention, moaning...."She's up already?" he frownedslightly before, goging into the bedrrom.
Kristy was moaning, and tossing in her sleep, she looked like she was in a cold sweat. A nightmare.. but over what?
"Please.." she moaned, "No! I'm sorry..." she let tears fall from her closed eyes.
Rayden was now curious, as he seated himself at the end of the bed, try to grasp the concept of her dream. He stared down at her vacant expression.
"NO!" she yelped, "Don't kill me.... I wont give in! LEAVE ME ALONE! I WONT give in, not to death! NO!" she hissed violently, thrashing about in the covers, moaning loudly. she kicked off her cover's making Rayden blush, realising she was only wearing her bra, and some sweatpants.
"Maxell!" Rayden hissed, shaking her gently, the blush fading a bit, waking her from her terrifying slumber.
Her eyes were wide in fear, she didn't seem to notice nor care what she was wearing at the moment either, for she didnt blush. Kristy let out a hiss, as she punched Rayden harshly in the jaw, backing herself away from him, "Stay away!!" he yelled in fear.
Yup, definatly a strong right hook, he rubbed his jaw, "Damit Maxell, what was that for?"
"Stay away! Leave me alone! I WONT go back! You can't make me!" She hissed angrily, panting heavily.
"Go back where? What are you babbling about! It was only a nightmare!" Rayden growled back.
"You're here to take me back to them! I won't allow it! NO!!" she shrieked loudly, as Rayden grabbed her shoulders briskly.
"It was dream! You're not going back! I promise you..Kristy you have to tell me what happened there....KRISTY stop struggling! I'm not going to hurt you!" Rayden shook her gently.
Kristy let out a frusterated cry of fear, as she colasped into his arms, sobbing harshly.
Rayden was abit taken back, but slowly wrapped his arms around her in an embrace, "Tell me what happened there..."
Her muffled voice quivvered in Rayden's shoulder, "I was abused there, he..he tried to kill me on several occasions, he almost succeded tonight...don't make me go back..please...he'll kill me!"
Rayden assumed 'HE' was the foster father, Rayden held Kristys shaking body closer, "You wont go back.."
"Rayden.." she sobbed her voice muffled in his strong warm chest.
Rayden stared down at the matt of red hair, ok, she was scared, no terrified, and she wanted, no needed to be protected..yet he couldn't help but wonder why this cute girl was asking Rayden for comfort....Rayden went tense, his eyes wide, 'cute....?...don't tell me i just said cute...' the stunned 15 year old, glared down at the 13 year old red head, her sobs were slowing, her breathing finally at ease. (he'll be 16 in 2 months)
"It's okay.." he whispered lightly, "I'm not here to hurt you!"
Kristy slowly moved her head, so she could stare up at the black/red haired boy, she gave a tiny gasp, as her eyes trveled to his lower lip. "R- Rayden..you're, bleeding.." she gasped lightly.
Rayden frowned, he didn't feel much pain there, he gently touched his lip, to find indeed, wet blood.
"Gomen nasai! i'm soo sorry!" Kristy sat up wiping away a tear in the process, she gently wiped away some of the blood from his lip wit her soft slender fingers. "I didn't mean to punch you!"
Rayden wasn't really listening, his mind was consentrating on her soft touch, as she gently wiped his lips again with the edge of her thumb. His eyes fixated down upon the younger girl in his lap, no longer leaning on his chest, but caring for him, healig him, so to speak. He blushed deeply, as he slowly looked her over, yup still in her bra, and sweatpants..
Kristy slowly drew her hand away, her eyes still looking up at the boys, she found that her hand rested upon his muscular chest, letting a small blush creep up upon her cheeks. "I'm sorry.." she wispered again.
Now, Rayden was being very flirty at this moment, or he wasn't paying attention to his own words, "Will you kiss it better, for me?" he asked gently, leaning forward slightly.
Kristy blinked in surprise at his request, he left no room for her to answer, as his lips slowly yet gently collided with hers, capturing her in a strange yet welcoming warm kiss.
Kristy blinked a few times more before allowing her eyes to instinctively shut briskly, relaxing in Rayden's hold. It was about this time Rayden came to his senses, but strangly enough, he didn push her away, infact he only held her closer. It was also around this time that Kristy too came to her senses, as Rayden flicked his tongue over her lower lip causing her to gasp slightly, giving him entrance. But she also noticed what she was wearing, as she felt his hand slip around her bare small of her back.
Kristy blushed furiously as the kiss continued. Tingles of electricity shot throghout her body, her stomach jolting in bliss....Rayden's body was pretty much reacting the same way. waves of jolts flowed throughout his body, his heart beat quickened.
Slowly both broke apart with silent moans of dissapporval, panting heavily.
Kristy stared up into Rayden's eyes full of confusion yet lust. Still panting, she took the opertunity, to gently kiss yet suck lightly on his lip wound, but it was only for a brief moment before she puled away, "Is it better?" she asked shyly the blush refusing to fade.
Rayden swallowed hard, he couldn't believe what he did to this girl he barely knew, he nodded simply, beore he stood up, leaving Kristy on the bed, "Get dress into your clothes, we are meeting someone in 45mins..so hurry up!" he said quickly with the uncomfortable situatuion before walking quickly out of the room, his face beat red.
Kristy watched him leave, ' what was that about? ' she wondered silently, before she got dresed into her normal clothes....
**********
eeeeeeeee...!! ^_^ rayden's gunna pretend nothing happed.. next chappie, he takes lil Maxell to see Arcos, considering ehr bromied the black thunder he would meet him...anyway..see wut heats up next....and wut happens wen Arcos challenges Kristy to a 'street fight'.?? u'll just have to wait and see...
R+R
L8ter Dayz....
mystic-water
Ja ne!
hee hee. I was bored wen I wrote this.. a forbidden love story on Kristy Maxell/Rayden Clyde ... dont hate me for the pairing lol.. kristy still belongs to nanashi. ^_^ i was just bored, and i needed a change of plot.. hope u like.. everythings pretty much the same up till who takes kristy back with them...well just read...R+R ^_^
Hey Street Blader Fans! ^_^ *Waves*
takes place about 7months before the SB series a what if fic.... what if Kristy was taken in by the red raiders instead of her shadow bladers.
-A Red Raider is born-
The stars in the sky glittered as usual, but were hidden behind cold, grey yet purplish clouds of winter. No snow had fallen this season, mostly just cold wind and rain.
A young 13 year old girl, sat silently on the steps of her house, it was her birthday today, yet no one dared, or even bothered to notice or care. Probably for the better. She as long as she was quiet, she wasn't beaten. She had short shoulder length ruby coloured hair, which fell in front of her soft, yet sad, hazel eyes (no make up today, she was far to tired) She wore her usual tie dye sparkly blue tube top, and her only pair of jeans, which were faded and ripped at the knees and finally her favourite black and blue sneakers.
During her hand she softly clutched a blue headband from which a white star sparkled in the centre of it, staring sadly down at it; Her only remaining memory of her mother. Since no other memory lingered, her mother had died giving birth to the young red head. While her father had died in a car accident when she was 5, the doctors were amazed that she even lived through the crash herself. She pocketed the headband.
She was lucky they said.
"Hn, if only they new the hell I have to go through now, they would agree I was better off dead with my father in that car!" she snorted to her self in malice at the doctors for letting her live, this horrible orphan life.
Now she was stuck in a foster home, with an alcoholic foster mother, and a very abusive foster father, Robert Wendland, but she was forced to call him Bob! She glanced down at her left wrist, a large bruise, all thanks to her so called "father." She was beaten almost daily. Many bruises were formed on her back and legs, from his beatings.
She had many scars on her forearms, but they weren't from bob, they were from street fights she had gotten her self into from an early age with ally kids.
She was a strong kid; she had to be, to put up with her foster father. That bruise on her wrist had formed over night, she had come home late the night before, and so he "had" to punish her.
That bastard!
"MAXELL! You little bitch! Get in the house!!" came a thundering shrilling voice. Causing the young girl to wince at the sound.
"Kuso! (Shit!)" she grumbled under her breath, as she stood slowly. She gasped suddenly, as she felt a large hand wrap itself around the back of her neck.
"What did you just say?!" came the thundering voice again, raspy, and cold.
If she lied, she would be beaten twice as hard, than if she told the truth, she sighed in annoyance, "I said Kuso!"
She forced her eyes shut, as she felt her body make harsh contact with the door, bursting it open, as she was dragged to the kitchen like a rag doll.
"Kristy, you have some nerve!" The man roared as the girl looked up at him, as he threw her to the hard, cold kitchen tile floor. An ugly man. Red in the face from anger, his nose scrunched up, he looked drunk. Dark rusty brown hair, beady ugly brown eyes, and large strong harry arms.
Kristy watched in horror as Bob pulled out a large, sharp yet thin knife from the drawer, and turn briskly. He had an evil glint in his eyes, as he held the knife at his eye level.
"N-nani?! B-bob! Please!" Kristy found her self backed up flat against the kitchen wall, looking up in terror at her foster father.
Bob lunged at Kristy's throat, but she briskly moved just in time, but it wasn't fast enough, she found her self stuck suddenly as a wave of pain flashed over her body. Her right shoulder bursting in pain, as blood slowly trickled down her arm. Kristy let out a shriek of pain, as she threw her head back, though it didn't ease it much. Moving only made it hurt more!
"Stay still bitch!!" Bob roared as he pulled out the knife.
Desperate to get away, she found her self holding Bob's wrist, and breaking his arm suddenly as she kicked it as hard as she could. He himself let out a cry of rage and pain as he dropped the knife clutching his arm, giving Kristy the time to dash out the door. Not daring to look back at hell she once called home.
Tear's welled in her eyes as she heard Bob's angry curses and shouts, "Happy Birthday Bitch!!"
Kristy kept running ignoring the pain swelling in her shoulder. She didn't care, she needed to get away. Away from Bob, away from hell, away from it all. She knew it was dangerous to run about the streets and alleys of Japan, she knew of the many gangs that only came out at night. The came out to kill any outsiders.
Tears fell helplessly from her eyes, as she clutched her throbbing shoulder, she could feel her own wet, warm yet sticky blood gush in her hand. Stumbling through the night, quickly she was losing breath, and balance. Her head swelled in pain and dizziness, yet she continued running. She couldn't stop! Bob might catch her, if she did, or worse, an ally kid. Luckily for her, she had got to known theses alleys quite well over the years. She wasn't officially an ally kid, but any other normal kid could easily mistake her for one, for her knowledge of each of the ally areas.
The North side ally's belonged to the Shadow Blades, and The Eternals. The Red Raiders owned the Eastside ally's. The Southside ally's belonged to the Night Storms. While the Westside alleys were claimed by the Black Thunders. Kristy had never once encountered any of theses ally members, and she planned not to, they were always seeking a fight, whether it be a beybattle or a fistfight. It was the Night Gangs that worried her most though! The adult gangs, they were more of a threat than anyone else!
The cold wind bit at her skin, just as a heavy downpour began to fall. Within moments, she was cold, soaked, out of breath, tired, and her whole body ached in pain. This rain wasn't helping her condition, it was making it worse! She needed to find cover, and fast, she was vulnerable now. She was weak, and she had lost much blood. She took off in one last sprint, to save her self, as she rounded a corner, only to bump into a strong warm chest. She could only enjoy the warmth for a moment, before she fell back in her weakness, on to her butt.
"Watch it!" Came a low growl from above her, as he peered down at her trying to identify her.
The older boy of whom she had run into wore a deep purple jacket over a blood red shirt and baggy black pants. He had dark blonde wet hair, and cold emotionless green eyes. And behind him stood, a very surprised looking younger boy. He wore a deep purple jacket as well over a dark green shirt with loose beige coloured pants and dark red sneakers which were the same colour as his hair, and soft tea colour eyes. He was rather cute, she couldn't help but blush. (is nanashi's eyes, tea, or teal? lol I dunno)
Kristy suddenly winced in pain; her hand grasped her shoulder instinctively, as she stifled a whimper. These boys were either Ally kids, or they were Bob's loyalties, and were out to find her. Either way, she was in deep shit. She let out a frighten gasp, as she stood suddenly, and began to back away quickly, her hand not leaving her throbbing shoulder.
She was weak on her feet, and her head whirled like a top, from the loss of blood. The older boy, took a step forward, and grabbed her left uninjured arm, harshly.
"Let me go!" she squeaked.
"Who are you? What are you doing here!" the older boy demanded.
In fear, Kristy gave her best right upper-cut that she could, it was weaker than usually with the injury, but it hurt all the same. The older boy grunted and loosened his grip on her arm, giving her the chance to turn and run. Wincing all the while.
"Vincent!" she could hear the younger boy holler from behind, "She's hurt! She won't last out here! She's heading into the Eastside territories!!"
Kristy let out a frustrated growl, she didn't care, she needed to get away. She could hear the two boys footsteps; they weren't far behind now. Kristy knew they had chased her into the Eastside ally's, for she came to a dead stop, as she saw another tallboy, standing in front of her. He was tall, and had a muscular build; he scowled down at her, his eyes narrowed, which his short jet black, red tipped hair fell in front of. The rain washed over his red and gold armguards, he wore a red jacket with a white singlet, with black cargos, while a gold necklace dangled from his neck.
She growled slightly, as she heard the two boys who had been chasing her, come to a stop behind her also. The taller boy in front of her briefly looked passed Kristy, to glare at the two boys, "Vincent Kojii, and little Nanashi.... What are you doing on my side of the Alley's?" he growled.
"None of your business Red Raider!" The taller boy snarled back, who was known as Vincent.
"Hai, but it is! When you are both in my territory, Kojii!" The Red Raider snarled back.
"Gomen Rayden! Forgive my brother, he's just a bit agitated, since that girl in front of you, punched him...We were only chasing her, Red Raider!" The younger boy, known as Nanashi said more politely.
Rayden glared down at Kristy, as he watched her gulp hard, as more tears formed in her eyes. "Outsider, ne?"
"Possibly!" Vincent snorted, crossing his arms over his chest while glaring at the back of Kristy.
"That's some nasty cut you got there girl! Who gave it to you?" Rayden glared down at Kristy, who shifted her feet.
Kristy was uneasy now, she couldn't tell them she came from a foster home, they would think she was a city kid, she wasn't though! She had practically lived on the streets since the age of 5! She knew how to street fight, she knew how to beybattle. She knew all of the Ally kids territories. But judging by Raydens vacant expression he wasn't pleased with any outsiders, not even Vincent or Nanashi, which whom he recognized.
Kristy wasn't sure what to say at this very moment, all she knew was her body was somehow getting heavier, while her head was getting lighter. Suddenly she blacked out, as the pain in her shoulder grew stronger. She let out a hushed moan, as her limp body hit the ground.
Rayden stared down at the limp body, "She has had that cut awhile, major blood loss!" He snorted.
"Vincent, can we take her back to our apartment?" Nanashi asked quietly, his eyes not leaving the girls body, "She needs help!"
"She's an outsider! I know it!" Vincent snarled back at his younger brother.
"Well if you wont take this girl off my territory, I'll take her back with me.... I could always use another Red Raider!" Rayden stared down at her, "You got to admit Vincent, she's quite the pretty child. Stubborn, yet pretty!"
Nanashi blushed at this comment, while Vincent went red in the face, "What ever Clyde!" Vincent pursed his lips together tightly, which gave him a look like he was suck on a sour lemon, but his eyes glared daggers at the older Red Raider.
"No?" Rayden smirked, "Hmph, fine with me... you never know Kojii, this girl might be a strong beyblader...and you would have let her slip through your finger's, over your own stubbornness."
"She's weak!" Vincent snarled back, glaring down at the unconscious girl.
"Really now? I don't know many girls, who are able to run as far as she did, with a cut like that...and do my eyes deceive me, or is that a bruise forming on your jaw?" Rayden laughed his cynical laugh, while Vincent suppressed a growl.
"She hit my big brother with a upper-cut, when he refused to let her go..." Nanashi added with a smirk up at his grumbling brother.
"Ha! Just as stubborn as you, Kojii... Are you still sure that this 'child' is weak...?" Rayden surveyed Kristy's body, before kneeling down to get a better look.
Her hazel orbs hid behind her eyelids, her wet soft ruby hair clung to the warmth of her face, and her lips were slightly blue from the cold wind and rain that lashed around the 4 teens. Rayden slowly reached his hand into her pocket, only to pull out an Aqua and Blue beyblade.
"Well, she blade's..." Raydens mouth curved in a smirk as he took a closer look.
A bit beast.... of a glowing white cat, with wings, 'quite the bit beast.' he grinned at the thought, but quickly yelped, as he dropped her blade, holding his throbbing hand tightly. The blade had given him quite the shock, in warning. 'This bit beast seems to care for its mistress as well.... Strong bond, means a strong pair...' Rayden thought in amusement, before placing the blade back in her pocket.
Rayden was about to stand up, to glare and give the Kojii's some mean ass comment, before something caught his eye. The cut; it wasn't a beyblade cut, or even a cut that was usually seen in a street fight. This was a knife, and it was done forcefully, and purposely, judging by the angle. Rayden frowned as he slowly lifted her arm, to peer at her forearm. Scars, now those were from Street Fights, so this was ruled out of city kid material.
Rayden finally stood staring at the very confused Kojii brothers, "Well, she's certainly no city kid.... she's got plenty of battle scars on her arms to prove that..." Rayden's eyes caught Vincent's angry green ones, "So Kojii, you want her? Or is she my new recruit?" "Take her!" Vincent snarled back, "Let's go Nanashi..." he growled, turning his back on the unconscious girl, and the annoying Red Raider. Nanashi hesitated for a few moments before following his older brother. Rayden was left standing alone, quietly in the rain, staring down at the young red head below him. "I guess your all mine then..." he sighed, as he gently threw her over his shoulder. A light moan escaped her lips, as he quickly stalked off. ***** When Kristy awoke it was 3:30am. The room was bright, as a lantern light danced across her face, causing her to scrunch up her nose in annoyance.
"Baka light!" she groaned, as she turned over, only to yelp in pain, as she sat up straight clutching her right shoulder. Kristy looked down at her shoulder, it was completely bandaged, and she was now in only her bra and a pair of unfamiliar navy blue sweat pants. Kristy looked around to find her self, in a small confined room. It looked as though she was in an abandonned apartment. The window that revealed it was still pouring outside was dusty and cracked. She was lying on bed, soft yet firm. "I must say; you are quite stubborn for a girl..." Sneered a voice beside her. Kristy's eyes briskly fell upon, that boy, Rayden Clyde, the Red Raider, she gasped deeply, quickly covering herself with a blanket to hide her bra, blushing furiously. "Red Raider....Where am I?" she demanded harshly, making sure the blanket covered her half naked body.
"Well. At the moment your in my bed!" Rayden scoffed, as he kneeled beside her.
Kristy stiffled a growl, as she glared up at the older boy, her eyes wide, as he gently carressed her injured shoulder, his touch was soft, it sent tiny shivers up and down her spine, it didn''t even hurt. Her breath was quick, her shoulders were tense, this situation making her feel uneasy. She wasn't use to trusting anyone anymore. And Rayden sensed this.
He pulled his hand away, as he stared down into her hazel eyes, giving a small smirk, seeing her relax slighhtly, "I get the impression you don't like to trust people often."
Kristy kept her glare up but said nothing.
"Stubborn as hell, hmm?" Rayden's smirk grew bigger, "Alright... You mind telling me how you got thhat gash then?"
Kristy couldn't contain the tears, so she briskly looked away allowing them to flow freely, but still she remained quiet. Shutting her eyes withh a tight force, trying to push the old memories, of her abuse further back, but the memories pushed back, and they wouldn't leave.
Rayden had never seen any ally kid react this way, over any question. Something was wrong... that gash wasn't ordinary. He silently scanned her body, besides her gash, she still looked pretty beaten up. A large burise was forming on her cheek. Dried blood hahs still managed to remain on her neck and arm. Her wrist was badly bruised, as was her legs, and ankles. She was very pretty besides the wounds though.....
"I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong!" Rayden growled.
Kristy refused to look at him, but softly murmered, "No one can help me..." she slowly stood, still shakey in the legs from the tremendous loss of blood. Taking the blanket with her.
"Oh no you don't! You are not going out into my alley's in your condition!" Rayden, forcfully, yet gently, to prevent further damage, pulled her down.
But Kristy being Kristy refused to fall to her knee's, as she pulled agaisnt Rayden's force. Rayden growled as he stood up, and wrapped his two strong arms around her's so she couldn't move, the blancket dropped, and Kristy went beat red, Rayden ignored what she was wearing and slowly brought her down to the ground, with her arms at her sides.
Kristy gave a surpressed whimper of pain from her shoulder, but Rayden ignored it, and pulled her in between his legs. "I'll let you go, when you agree to stay put!"
"NO!" she hissed back, "You don't get it do you? You can't help me Red Raider, let me be!! Let GO!! No one can help me..." she finally burst into tear's as she finally stopped struggling, letting her shoulders shake madly with her sobs. "Let me die..." she whispered in a sob.
"No!" Rayden growled back, his grip not loosening, "Tell me, how you got that cut!"
"You'll kill me... " she whispered softly, her sobs slowing a bit.
"No I wont...." Rayden glared down at the girl, as he felt her shoulder's relax against his chest. "Who did this to you?" he asked again, not so coldly this time.
"My..Foster Father...." She huffed bitterly, as more tears fell, Rayden felt her shoulders tense. She obviously knew city kids weren't welcome in the alleys.
"You're a city kid..." Rayden's eyes narrowed, he was confused...she had many street fight scars..how could she be a city kid?
"Not exactly..I've grown up on the streets since the age of 5.. i kept ruinning away from my foster home, koz heh beat me so often...they always dragged me back.. I know all these alleys like the back of my hand... Yours, the Northside, the Southside, the Westside,, even the Centerside alleys I know pretty good...." her voice trembled, and she sounded desperte to convince the Red Raider, to spare her.
Without either of the two realising it, Rayden had loosen his hold on Kristy completely, but his arms remained around her waist, while Kristy seemed more relax, as she let her self lean agaisnt his chest, though her shoulders were still tense.
"What's your name?" he asked coldly.
"Kristy Maxell...age, 13..." she muttered timidly.
Rayden raised an eye brow. He didn't blame the girl for being so timid. She knew the alley rules well, she could easily pass as an Alley kid. She wasn't some spoiled city punk, she wasn't from a loving home.. in fact she was treated worst at home than in the alleys. She knew how to fight, she knew her way around. She was smart, fast, and agile.
"Please.." she murmered quietly, catching his attention, "Let me go... I'll leave the Eastside... I'll go find my way in the Southside alleys, I'll never bother you again... please, just let me go.." she said queitly her voice trembling in fear.
"No.." Rayden said softly, "You are to stay here... You'll be killed if you leave now. As far as I'm concern, you're one of my alley kids."
Kristy blinked in surpirse, her mouth unable to gasp out words.
"You need sleep." Rayden stood up, allowing Kristy to relax in the bed. "Stay here... I'll talk to you further in the morning!" and with that he left the room, blowing ou the lantern.
Kristy was silent for a few moments blinking at the door on which Rayden left, sighing deepl;y, she gave up and snuggled down in the bed.
******
Rayden sat silently at a table, sipping some hot tea. "I'll need to test her tomorrow, see if she's able to contain that feline bit beast of hers..." Rayden glanced to the clock, some time had pasted, it was now 5:30am. He'd wake ehr at 6:30. WEll he mise well make breakfast, before she gets up.
Rayden stood, but a sudden noise from the room caught his attention, moaning...."She's up already?" he frownedslightly before, goging into the bedrrom.
Kristy was moaning, and tossing in her sleep, she looked like she was in a cold sweat. A nightmare.. but over what?
"Please.." she moaned, "No! I'm sorry..." she let tears fall from her closed eyes.
Rayden was now curious, as he seated himself at the end of the bed, try to grasp the concept of her dream. He stared down at her vacant expression.
"NO!" she yelped, "Don't kill me.... I wont give in! LEAVE ME ALONE! I WONT give in, not to death! NO!" she hissed violently, thrashing about in the covers, moaning loudly. she kicked off her cover's making Rayden blush, realising she was only wearing her bra, and some sweatpants.
"Maxell!" Rayden hissed, shaking her gently, the blush fading a bit, waking her from her terrifying slumber.
Her eyes were wide in fear, she didn't seem to notice nor care what she was wearing at the moment either, for she didnt blush. Kristy let out a hiss, as she punched Rayden harshly in the jaw, backing herself away from him, "Stay away!!" he yelled in fear.
Yup, definatly a strong right hook, he rubbed his jaw, "Damit Maxell, what was that for?"
"Stay away! Leave me alone! I WONT go back! You can't make me!" She hissed angrily, panting heavily.
"Go back where? What are you babbling about! It was only a nightmare!" Rayden growled back.
"You're here to take me back to them! I won't allow it! NO!!" she shrieked loudly, as Rayden grabbed her shoulders briskly.
"It was dream! You're not going back! I promise you..Kristy you have to tell me what happened there....KRISTY stop struggling! I'm not going to hurt you!" Rayden shook her gently.
Kristy let out a frusterated cry of fear, as she colasped into his arms, sobbing harshly.
Rayden was abit taken back, but slowly wrapped his arms around her in an embrace, "Tell me what happened there..."
Her muffled voice quivvered in Rayden's shoulder, "I was abused there, he..he tried to kill me on several occasions, he almost succeded tonight...don't make me go back..please...he'll kill me!"
Rayden assumed 'HE' was the foster father, Rayden held Kristys shaking body closer, "You wont go back.."
"Rayden.." she sobbed her voice muffled in his strong warm chest.
Rayden stared down at the matt of red hair, ok, she was scared, no terrified, and she wanted, no needed to be protected..yet he couldn't help but wonder why this cute girl was asking Rayden for comfort....Rayden went tense, his eyes wide, 'cute....?...don't tell me i just said cute...' the stunned 15 year old, glared down at the 13 year old red head, her sobs were slowing, her breathing finally at ease. (he'll be 16 in 2 months)
"It's okay.." he whispered lightly, "I'm not here to hurt you!"
Kristy slowly moved her head, so she could stare up at the black/red haired boy, she gave a tiny gasp, as her eyes trveled to his lower lip. "R- Rayden..you're, bleeding.." she gasped lightly.
Rayden frowned, he didn't feel much pain there, he gently touched his lip, to find indeed, wet blood.
"Gomen nasai! i'm soo sorry!" Kristy sat up wiping away a tear in the process, she gently wiped away some of the blood from his lip wit her soft slender fingers. "I didn't mean to punch you!"
Rayden wasn't really listening, his mind was consentrating on her soft touch, as she gently wiped his lips again with the edge of her thumb. His eyes fixated down upon the younger girl in his lap, no longer leaning on his chest, but caring for him, healig him, so to speak. He blushed deeply, as he slowly looked her over, yup still in her bra, and sweatpants..
Kristy slowly drew her hand away, her eyes still looking up at the boys, she found that her hand rested upon his muscular chest, letting a small blush creep up upon her cheeks. "I'm sorry.." she wispered again.
Now, Rayden was being very flirty at this moment, or he wasn't paying attention to his own words, "Will you kiss it better, for me?" he asked gently, leaning forward slightly.
Kristy blinked in surprise at his request, he left no room for her to answer, as his lips slowly yet gently collided with hers, capturing her in a strange yet welcoming warm kiss.
Kristy blinked a few times more before allowing her eyes to instinctively shut briskly, relaxing in Rayden's hold. It was about this time Rayden came to his senses, but strangly enough, he didn push her away, infact he only held her closer. It was also around this time that Kristy too came to her senses, as Rayden flicked his tongue over her lower lip causing her to gasp slightly, giving him entrance. But she also noticed what she was wearing, as she felt his hand slip around her bare small of her back.
Kristy blushed furiously as the kiss continued. Tingles of electricity shot throghout her body, her stomach jolting in bliss....Rayden's body was pretty much reacting the same way. waves of jolts flowed throughout his body, his heart beat quickened.
Slowly both broke apart with silent moans of dissapporval, panting heavily.
Kristy stared up into Rayden's eyes full of confusion yet lust. Still panting, she took the opertunity, to gently kiss yet suck lightly on his lip wound, but it was only for a brief moment before she puled away, "Is it better?" she asked shyly the blush refusing to fade.
Rayden swallowed hard, he couldn't believe what he did to this girl he barely knew, he nodded simply, beore he stood up, leaving Kristy on the bed, "Get dress into your clothes, we are meeting someone in 45mins..so hurry up!" he said quickly with the uncomfortable situatuion before walking quickly out of the room, his face beat red.
Kristy watched him leave, ' what was that about? ' she wondered silently, before she got dresed into her normal clothes....
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eeeeeeeee...!! ^_^ rayden's gunna pretend nothing happed.. next chappie, he takes lil Maxell to see Arcos, considering ehr bromied the black thunder he would meet him...anyway..see wut heats up next....and wut happens wen Arcos challenges Kristy to a 'street fight'.?? u'll just have to wait and see...
R+R
L8ter Dayz....
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Ja ne!