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Chapter Two
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"That was totally hooking," Hilary said, shaking her head and making a gesture that appeared to those watching as if there was a hockey stick in her hands. "Two minutes, Kolin," She added, with a smirk.
Erin nudged him as he passed; the two were on different teams. "Alright, Hil, drop the friggen puck, eh? I'd like to play some hockey tonight!"
There was a yawn of boredom. "Just because your team's on the powerplay-"
"Shut up. We're still tied."
"Not for long. We can beat you with or without the powerplay," One of Erin's team mates, Robert Dedra, said, smirking. With a quck laugh, he whipped off his helmet, slicking back his black- and sweaty- hair.
"Do you all want a delay of game penalty?"
"Shut it, Hilary!" There was a bout of laughter and Erin roller-bladed toward Kolin, sticking out her tongue at the Slavic boy. He laughed, his lean frame against the nearest streetlight. Kolin tackled her to the grass off to the side of the street.
"What was that for?"
Kolin laughed harder as he got up from off of her. "For being the one to get me the hooking call."
"We always were better together, eh?"
"Yeah, eh."
"Haha," She said punching him playfully. "Don't go there, girlfriend."
"There she goes," Kolin said, skating past Hilary. Judging by the way things were going, and the fact that it was nearly three am, the game was over... "Calling me a girl again. What nerve!"
Erin linked arms with the Slav and gave him a witty smile. "I'm a bitch, aren't I?"
"Yes, but don't worry, we're used to it."
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"Okay, rewind and like... freeze or something." Hilary sucked on the inside of her mouth for a moment, blinked and looked at them as if they were smoking something. "You did what while I was at school today?"
Tyson smirked victoriously at his brunette friend. "We registered for school here!" He said proudly.
There was a bit of silence. "My school?"
A few nods were seen. "Yep!" Tyson said, with such excitement you would've thought a feast was sprawled out before him. "It'll be just like old times... except we'll be at your house!"
The rest of the team smiled enthusiastically, but Hilary's comments were not there. She seemed to think for a moment before speaking again. "Why did you all decide to do that? I mean, it's great, but you all aren't usually the types to just start up school where you train," She explained.
Ray picked up this question and responded simply. "Mr. Dickenson suggested it. We only did what he thought was best."
"I see."
"So you're okay with it, right?" Max asked, his blue eyes glimmering hopefully
She smiled and nodded furiously. "Of course!" Cheers ensued as well as a group hug that Kai narrowly avoided, shrinking back into the darker corner of the room. "So you'll all be juniors with me, except Daichi, right?"
Daichi looked confused. "What's a 'Junior?'" He asked, the word sounding strange to him.
Max fielded this question with ease."That means you have a year to go after this one before you graduate."
"Hn."
"Kai'll be one year ahead of that, right, dude? Didn't you say this was your last year?" Ray looked curiously at him.
The mysterious captain looked lazily in their direction, snorted, muttered a 'whatever,' and promptly left the room, leaving nothing but his even more mysterious scarf as the last trace of him that was seen. Hilary sighed. It had been difficult to even be able to talk to him these days. And that was even when all she wanted to say was a greeting.
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x(Kolin)x
You know that wierd type of feeling you get when you know something isn't quite right? Well, I've got that one right now. My best friend Erin, she seemed a bit off today. Usually she's all excited and pushy, her usual highstrung, spirited self. Today, however, that wasn't the case. She was a bit... preoccupied. Her eyes never quite met mine as much as usual.
Oh, by the way, I'm Kolin Fradic, Erin's 'Clyde', as they say. I'm a hockey player for my high school team, an obsessive Sabres fan, and I suck at English. Who needs the class when you speak the language? I mean, I'm not exactly born and raised from here. I'm a Slav, damn it, and I don't need to listen to this bullshit about my grammar.
And since I just went off on my own little b-s run, as Erin would call it, I'll get back to the topic at hand. Erin's kinda tweakin' me out. She's not exactly as peppy as she usually is. I guess I'll have to confront her. And I suck at that worse than I suck at English.
Maybe it has something to do with what she said about those beybladers coming to school. Hilary's friends, I think.
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There was silence. A lot of it. Erin looked out at the group of bladers from a distance, choosing not to come closer, and not to talk to any of them, save Hilary, when the rest of the group was gone. Her own oppinions extended beyond what those boys would want to hear, and she didn't care what they thought, she just didn't want to get that involved with thier passions and whatnot.
"You know, we could go skate," A voice called out, from behind. A fiesty cold breeze sent a chill down Erin's spine, as she turned, jumping visibly from the shock. "Don't let someone looking for a check catch you like that. It wouldn't end well," He finished, looking at her.
"Yeah," She said, sighing and cocking her head to the side, before leaning back, on him. "Do you think having them here will be good for the school?"
Kolin looked at her. "The school or our team?"
"Both." She looked over at him, her green eyes vivid and concerned. Kolin met her glance, with bright-eyed blue ones of his own. His dark brown hair was billowing in the wind, though it wasn't too long, but it did frame his face perfectly.
"Hockey will always be our thing. Unless one of them gives up blading, which will never happen. And the school can love them all they want." Kolin rested his head upon hers, smirking. "We're going to the top this year and nothin's gonna stop us."
There was another moment of silence, before Erin laughed. This sound was so joyful, so carefree... It was the Erin that Kolin prefered. "What's so funny?" The Slav asked, his piercing Husky eyes only on her.
She smiled at him, bearing as many teeth as possible. "You're the best, you know that?"
"Of course. Tell me something I didn't know."
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He could always turn things around. Always shock them somehow. That was considered to be quite a skill, in their books. And you know what? He planned on doing it again.
"Oh, Grandson, I have a mission for you."
Laughter.
"Yes, Boris, I have control over my grandson. The evil laughter is reserved for me. Only."
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With Tyson and his gang going to school now, save Kai, of course, things were pretty mellow. Kai had miraculously disappeared with only a note with four words and a scribbled signature, stating that he was going back to Russia. Hilary wasn't surprised, and the rest of the gang was annoyed with him.
After all, who did he think he was, the almighty Kai Hiwatari or something?
These thoughts just barely pushed past Hilary's mind as she stared out at the chilling late November weather. The group had just come back from their long weekend of Thanksgiving, to the week that was pretty much called 'The Gauntlet' at her high school.
Yep, you guessed it. Hockey try-outs.
The day the freshmen thought they would make it was the day she'd laugh them out of town. Hilary could barely ice skate, but she knew who was hockey team material, and who wasn't. Especially the varsity hockey team, which all freshmen seemed to think they could make.
Erin slid in next to Hilary at their lunch table, leaving the seat out far enough for her to relax. Within five minutes, the woman had pretty much drank a full bottle of peach green tea, and was about to go get her second when Kolin arrived, with a livid Tyson on his tail.
"Dude? Hello, I'm the world champ, and you go and take the last two iced teas? Maybe someone else wanted one, selfish-man."
Kolin looked at him wearily, then set his gaze on Hilary. Erin grabbed one of the iced teas off his tray. Tyson looked excitedly at her, as if he knew she was going to give it to him. Instead, and much to Hilary's enjoyment, Erin opened the bottle and took a swig. She wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand and tilted her head over her shoulder, to where Tyson stood, devastated. "Sweetie, welcome to Buffalo. You're talent is forever recognized, but this isn't a beyblading city. And you're not as much, um, of a celebrity here, though I'm sure there's some, eh, fangirls who would absolutely die to meet you." She rolled her eyes. Kolin looked ready to laugh. At least he didn't want to try out for the team. Last year, that had happened. It was not the best try-out for that kid. And he didn't try out again.
Tyson's hands dropped to his hips, and he looked at her like she was insane. Kolin took the other bottle and drank out of it, as Hilary stood up to try and calm him down. "Tyson," she said gently, grabbing his wrist, "Come sit on the other side of me, away from these two."
"Not until I get my tea." He glared at the duo who looked at him boredly. "I'm not even AMERICAN and I speak better English than you, um-girl."
Kolin stood up, his temper aroused. "Step off, man."
"Make me."
Hilary sighed. This would be bad. However, Erin stood up, and threw two dollars in his direction. "Jesus. I'm French-Canadian, I don't exactly speak English, eh, as a first language. Chill out much?" She paused. "Go buy some soda from the vending machines. And by the way, try not to make a scene around here, Kolin and I have try-outs, and we're trying not to cause too much trouble just yet. Wait until next week, eh?"
"What?"
This made it Hilary's turn to step in. "This is Erin," Hilary said, geturing to the girl who looked at him plainly. Kolin had sat down at Erin's look to relax. "And this is Kolin. She was buying tea for Erin, that's why he got two, they take turns every other day."
Erin smirked. "Sit down, champ. Hil's told us enough, um, about you, but let's hear what you're about. And let's eat, I'm friggen starving."
That, as much as Tyson currently hated her for the iced tea theft, was something he could agree with her on.
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BLURB-NESS!: Okay, so I"ve been kinda failing as an authoress to update. I've been so busy since the musical ended, and I'm working with my school to help stop genocide in Africa. It's really a cool movement, and if you wanna get involved, lemme know, you could check out the website. Anywho, I know there isn't much Kai-Hil, but the next few chapters get into it a bit more. There's a storm brewing, and it only took five lines of this chapter to get it out.
Thank you to EVERYONE who reviewed! YOU ARE LOVED SO MUCH!
And to Jess, who I never seem to talk to: God, we need to start talking about that playoff for the redneck hockey team... who might make an appearance in this fic... it'll be interesting.
ALRIGHTY, I'M DONE! Thanks again!
Distant Storm, Signing off before the snow actually starts freezing to the ground again(it was seventy degrees farenheit yesterday, now it's like 28 degrees farenheit)
04-09-07: This chapter has been edited. Any better?
