Witch-Bitch

Disclaimer: Only the strangers herein are mine.

1st Warning: there will be a lot of cussing & swearing in this fic, so apologies to those that take offence.

2nd Warning: this is complete AU.

Acknowledgements: I thank the following for their help, even though they may never come across this: Fierce-A Shrine to Kai Hiwatari, at fiercekai()cjb()net (pretend the brackets are dots) , for helping me with the odds & ends of Kai; countless music artists that have inspired me to all ends ; all the creators of every single Animè & Manga for helping my imagination & figure-drawing to grow; Mrs Moore, Mrs Slabbert & Mrs de Bruyn for inspiring me to always to try; my mom & dad ,first, for always encouraging me, second, for putting up with the endless hours of internet and third, for paying the huge internet bill ; my e-mail pal, Fay, for listening to me always; and Spirit, for giving me these gifts & allowing me to share them.

Author's Note: I am using the first Beyblade Kai for this story (first series), not G-Force or Evolution.

Chapter 3: Kicking it

Her POV

He was sitting there, staring at my cat fast asleep next to his leg, little slut, when he suddenly looked up. He looked as if I had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water in face. It was eerie the way that he stared at me standing there, seeming to see me for the very first time. I didn't know what to do. his mahogany eyes had me locked into stillness, even as they gazed up and down, I don't know where, I could only think… Suddenly he stood up, startling me out of my daze. He seemed edgy, nervous for some reason.

"I, uh… I have to go. Something really important just… came up." He didn't even wait for my answer before rushing out of the door. suddenly I realized what he was doing and ran after him, my bare feet slapping against the tiled floor, but I was already too late. I heard the roar of his motorcycle and then watched as he wheeled around and drove off. I turned around and walked back inside, closing the door behind me.

I didn't understand what just happened. I really didn't. I gathered up my books where I had dropped them on the table and walked back slowly to my room, treading the stairs heavily. I know that I shouldn't be wondering about his behaviour. Probably one of his tricks, I tried to tell myself. But something was nagging at me, something that wasn't pleasant. Fuck it, I don't want to think anymore! I shouted in my head, throwing the books onto my desk. They landed with a hollow thud and skittered off the edge, landing in a heap on the floor. I looked at them, gritting my teeth at my sudden rage. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply through my mouth, my hands curling into fists at my sides. It wasn't time to get angry.

The phone started ringing just as I started breathing. Its twin upstairs followed suit and began ringing as well. My head was pounding. I didn't want to answer it, but it kept ringing, the caller on the other side refusing to give up. I finally went to the phone and checked the number against my memory. It wasn't familiar at all, but it was in this region. Strange. I inhaled and picked up the receiver.

"hello, this is the Kristine residence, who's calling?" I let out before the other .

"Becky, is that you?" a husky male voice asked, oddly familiar.

"yeah, who's speaking?" I asked back.

"come on, Becky, don't you recognise my voice? It's Ricky. Ricky Ozanne!" my mouth gaped open for a second.

"Ricky?! My god, is it really you? how've you been? Where are you? why are you call-"

"whoa, slow down there Beck. I'll answer everything, but your third question I'll answer first. I'm back!" he said in triumph. Triumph of what, I'm not really sure.

"Back? back where?"

"could you be any denser? I'm back home! My dad got transferred back home!"

His POV

Stupid, stupid, stupid! What's wrong with you? why'd you suddenly run out of there like the Antichrist was after you? I chided myself, speeding around the curves , not looking at the speedometer. I couldn't believe that I hadn't handled it coolly. I couldn't believe that I had run out there like some fool. The engine revved underneath me and I realised I was gripping the handle in death. I eased my grip and began slowing down.

What just happened? I honestly didn't know. When she appeared, it was like I had just been visited with an unearthly message. Jesus, you sound like a moron! I shook my head slightly, trying to dislodge the voice inside my head that kept thinking about her. I almost drove into the back of a Landrover when the shock hit me. I wheeled crazily to the side of the road and shut off the engine, still gripping the handlebars. Am I thinking about her? What's got into my system? I felt sick to my stomach, something that I had never felt before. My heart was thudding heavily against my ribs, my head following its beat. God, what was wrong with me? I need to get home.

Like in slow motion, I started up the engine again and rode off slowly to my house. The thought felt like the only solution at the moment and I followed it blindly, praying that this sickness I felt clinging to me would evaporate .

Her POV

I placed the phone back into its cradle, feeling very strange. My system felt like it was pumped full of adrenaline, like I had just written a challenging exam, and on the other hand, I felt deflated. Some small part of my brain warned me that this was another of my swings but I ignored it as usual and felt its dark gaze wash over me as I stared outward at nothing.

Snapping out my funk, I felt my eyes settle on the key rack. My keys dangled on a lower hook, the small coin key-chain glinting at me. I don't know why I was feeling so depressed. I just felt cold, and I didn't know its cause. I grabbed them and ran back up to my room, shoving on my boots and grabbing my jacket. Opening my wardrobe, I pulled out a heavy backpack and shouldered it. I quickly checked all the windows and doors were shut ,the animals in the house and yard before I locked up and began walking in the opposite direction Kai had ridden off. I kept my head down as my thoughts wandered in all directions.

Am I angry at Kai for doing that to me? is it the uncharacteristic call from Ricky that's causing me to act this way? Suddenly I stopped in my tracks. Who am I ? where am I? this isn't me, not my world, what's going on?! My thoughts screeched out. my brain switched back on and I realised I had another lapse of amnesia. I shuddered inside, squelching the desire to start crying. I was having more and more of these attacks; coming out of nowhere, they would completely take over and I couldn't recall anything, I didn't know who I was or where I was. It started in elementary school, second grade, when mom came and picked me up once. I rubbed my hand across my eyes, underneath my glasses, remembering the day vividly. I was standing outside when suddenly I couldn't remember what she looked like, couldn't remember her eyes, her voice, her hair. I was so frightened, I didn't know who to go home with. And then she had walked up to me and said my name and I looked at her blankly. I couldn't remember this lady, who was she? But I went with her anyway, confusion still running in my head. And then I remembered, this was mom! And I forgot all about it. I puzzle over this and wonder again why it started.

I snapped myself out of the past and realised I was at The Ellipse. I walked through the main building, got my customary greeting from the owner and walked into the unisex locker room. They didn't have separate locker rooms because the girls that did come here were a very, very small minority; I got used to the sight of naked boys very quickly during the summer. I opened my locker and unzipped my bag, taking out my stuff. I changed into my faded jeans and black zippered shirt, pulling off my boots and laced on my blades, then covering my hands with my gloves, elbows and knees with pads before taking off my glasses. I attached my keys to my belt and locked the door, helmet in hand. I stopped off at the long horizontal mirror and put in my contacts, cringing at the necessary contact. I skated out to the Manual Wheel and smiled briefly at the fact that I was almost alone. A sudden blast of music startled me and I wheeled around, only to see Max, the owner's kid, waving at me from the booth. I smiled back at him and gave him the Vulcan sign in thanks. He solemnly flashed it right back at me, along with the victory v on his other hand. I began weaving in and out of the obstacles slowly in time with the music . it began to free my mind from the day, slowly calming me and directing my energy and feelings into the movement.

…tried to give you warning

but everyone ignore me

told you everything loud and clear

but nobody's listening…

To be continued…

Song used : Nobody's listening – Linkin park

Thanks go to :

Icy Anonymous : "she was what?" will be answered as we explore her character. Sorry I kept you waiting!

Raven Monarch : thank you for the compliment. I think it's a good story too.

anime-obsessed:P : sorry that I have not updated soon enough… for my liking or anyone else's…

PerennialOutlander: amazingly, I recently got a zing-

(realises what she said and edges away slowly from Max)

PerennialOutlander: -about this fic. I've got a really cool twist with two of the minor characters that could branch out, and I've developed a character a little more to my liking. Thanks to those that sent out their energy. And if you don't like the detail , tough. I am exploring characters and events that might happen. Enjoy the slowness while you can. Wait, you already did that-

(Lenai hits her upside the head)

PerennialOutlander: ow! What'd you do that for?!

Lenai: you are rambling.

Ray: but she's so cute when she does.

PerennialOutlander: hey, I never invited you into this conversation! Bug off!

Ray: nah, I think I'll stick around

PerennialOutlander: what is this, a Kai sound-alike contest?!

Ray: grr…

PerennialOutlander: running away now…

Lenai : oi vey…

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