Hi everyone! Hope all's well. Thanks a lot to HeavenRider, CutetyHil, Little a Granger, NoEarlyBird and fallingleaves17 for reviewing. Also thanks to those who added this to their favorite and following list. In the previous chapter, we saw that Mariam responded to Max's letter and agreed to make a date with him. Now what will happen? Let's see!
"Hilary, don't spray so much perfume!"
The cutest member from bladebreakers tried to forbid his friend although the girl didn't pay any heed to him.
"Oh Max, you need this!" The girl asserted, taking a wooden round hairbrush from the dressing table, "If you smell stinky, she will never want to be your girlfriend."
"Oh okay…" The boy got pissed off.
"C'mon Maxie, don't worry, it will suit you." Hilary assured, softly brushing his hair, "By the way, what did you write in your first love letter?"
"Um…it's secret…" The boy blushed.
"Okay, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to tell it." The brunette kept the brush again on the table, "Look, you're completely ready for your first date."
Max looked once at the mirror. He was wearing casual outfits, yet gorgeous. A t-shirt in ripe yellow color, with deep green borders at the sleeves, neckline and at the bottom with a pair of dark green jeans. The t-shirt was so tight that it was clinging to his body like a second skin.
"Hilary, it's been…awkward…" He mumbled.
"Maxie, you're looking really attractive!" Hilary snarled, "You're feeling it because you aren't used to wearing these types of garments. Now, put the jacket on and look at the mirror once again."
"Alright…" Max slowly spoke, putting on the lime green jacket. Then looking at the mirror, he kept staring at his reflection.
"What happened, Maxie boy?" Hilary ridiculed, "Are you falling in love with yourself?"
"Why am I so handsome? Why didn't I know it before?" The hyperactive American mused, "Why?"
"Let it be, Maxie." The coco-haired girl retorted, "If you fall in love with yourself, there may be nobody for loving Mariam. Although I'm not sure about it, there will be many boys like you who are already drowning in the love with the beautiful bluenette."
"What have you told just now?" Max glared at her. She gasped. If looks could kill people, she would die.
"No-nothing, nothing," Hilary waved her hands, "Let it be. I've just told that you can't shoot the ball to the goalpost in the empty football field."
"Hmm…" Max quietly growled.
"Remember, Maxie-boy," The brunette stated as though she had been a professor, "Love is like a football match. There will be many players who want to score like you. Defenders will try to hinder you. At last but not the least, there will be a goalkeeper who will try his best to obstruct you so that you can't score. But you can't give up. You should remember that you've to score. No matter what happens, you have to score!"
"I'll keep that in my mind." The blonde assured him, "Let the whole world turn against, I'll end up scoring."
"That's called the spirit, my boy!" Hilary patted on his shoulders, "Now go, look and win the battle!"
"Alright, let's go!" The cute boy punched in the air as he was about to leave the room but stopped since the girl called him.
"Max!" The girl snapped, "How will you win the battle if you don't take any weapon with you?"
"Weapon?" The boy tilted an eyebrow.
Smiling, the girl rushed to him with a bunch of flowers, a box wrapped with a cellophane paper and colorful ribbons and some money.
"You forgot these." She handed those things to him, "You do have to impress her, don't you?"
"Oh, I've totally forgotten about these things…hehe…" Max bit his tongue, "Thanks Hilary, for reminding me."
"Mention not," She winked, "Now you can go."
'Where's he…..where can he be…'
The blonde was searching for the leader of his team. Although the dual-haired boy used to be vanished almost all the days, the American was lucky enough that he found him at the backyard of the Dojo. The phoenix prince was practicing with his Dranzer.
"Let it rip!" He screeched and launched his beyblade. The blade got tossed straight towards the dish. As it touched the dish, sparkles could be seen there. The royal blue blade began to spin around the center of the beydish as though the earth had been moving around the sun.
"Kai?"
The Russian was fully attentive to his practice until he heard the American calling him.
"What happened?" He responded, without removing his eyes from the dish.
"Can you keep Draciel for three or four hours?" He murmured, "Actually I have to go out for an emergency work."
"Emergency?" He turned to Max. Not getting his attention, Dranzer stopped spinning as the blade flew out of the dish. Catching it, the Russian spoke, "What's it that you can't take Draciel there?"
"Can't tell now," He handed the green beyblade to his leader, "I'll tell you everything, but later. Bye!"
Leaving a surprised and speechless Kai, Max left the place, almost running.
The twin-haired blader once looked at the departure of the American, then gazed at his Draciel. Frowning, he pondered, 'What happened to him?'
He finally arrived at his destination. He had run with a great speed. For that, he had to lose his energy. Sweats could be seen on his forehead and all over his face. He was panting. Thankfully, the perfume didn't let his sweat stink.
'Maybe I should thank to Hilary…' He mused. Being steady, he turned his eyes here and there but found nobody.
'Where is she?' He frown in his sub-conscious mind, 'She wrote that she would be here at this time.'
"Looking for her, huh?"
Hearing a bold masculine voice, he turned around. Seeing a tall, muscular and tanned-skinned guy, he became surprised.
"Dunga, what are you doing here?" He asked, somehow managing himself.
"We're here so that we can take care of you," Another kid with green hair replied, appearing at the spot.
"Joseph?" Max raised an eyebrow, "But…..what the hell have I done that you're here to take care of me?"
"Don't act as if you knew nothing," A third one commented, "You dared to write a love letter to Mariam. That's your mistake."
"Love letter?" Max clenched his teeth, "Yes, I wrote a love letter to Mariam. Because I love her. I wanted to get her in my life as my life partner. It's not my guilt!"
"Don't you know what you should write in a love letter and what not?" The captain of Saint Shields queried, "Can't you be gentle for once? Is it literature that you can write anything as you wish?"
"But…but I didn't write anything wrong, Ozuma…." He gasped.
"Too late Maxie boy, you can't escape from us," Joseph pulled out his launcher, "Now you've to have some fun from us!"
"Beybattle?" Max smirked, "Then I can easily do it. If you guys win, I won't disturb you. But you have to let me meet Mariam once if I win."
"Let's see," Ozuma said as the two also dragged their respective launchers and blades out.
Giving a chuckle, the blond-haired guy slid his hand inside his pocket. To his horror, he found nothing in his pocket.
"What happened, dear Max?" Dunga blinked, "You have left your beyblade at home, haven't you?"
"How…how do you know?" The American felt a sick feeling in his stomach.
"Because we told Mariam to tell you to leave your beyblade at the Dojo…." The twin-haired guy smirked, "In order that we can thrash you well."
"You guys are so nasty, Ozuma!" Max complained, pouting angrily, "I don't believe that Mariam has done such things!"
"You better believe on my sister," Joseph became ready to launch his blade, "The Saint Shields were never any angelic team."
"Please…don't…" The poor boy was stepping behind for saving himself. The whole gang began to laugh like a devil.
"No!" Max screamed as he started running. But it was too late. The gang had already launched their respective beyblades.
"Vanishing moot!"
"Flash leopard!"
"Vortex ape!"
The colorful beams in the shapes of a gorilla, an elephant and a leopard came out as three beyblades surrounded Max in a triangle. The hyperactive boy was looking here and there for any way to escape somehow. But he was already imprisoned among three vicious beyblades.
'I would've thanked God if I had stuck into Bermuda triangle,' He mused. He was trembling furiously and panting. Sweats were covering his body.
"Hahahaha…Maxie boy, your game is over now!" Ozuma mocked.
The American felt dizzy. The whole world started spinning in front of his eyes. He couldn't keep balance and collapsed on the ground as everything went black. He just remembered Hilary's words:
"Love is like a football match."
But he was already an injured striker who was tackled again and again badly by the defenders of opposite team.
What will happen now, my dear pals? Can Max survive from Saint Shields? And what the hell did he write on his love letter that he had to be thrashed so badly? To know, keep your eyes on this fic.
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-Misty ^_^