Hello peoples! Back again with the third chapter and oneshot to Follow The Wind. I'd like to thank alanacrystal for reviewing. Now if only you other people would, I be as giddy as a school girl. Hehehe. I know that was corny, but who cares. So enough of my stupidness, on to the fic!
I don't own Beyblade or its characters. -sobs- But I do own Angel and what ever else isn't in the show.
Chapter 3
She was shaking. Whether it was anger or fear Bryan wasn't sure.
He was sitting in the crowd with Spencer waiting for the match of Garland vs. Angel to start. They both had only gotten out the hospital from Garland's attack yesterday and Tala was still in a coma.
"Do you think she can win? I mean look at what that Brooklyn kid did to Kai." Spencer's concern was well placed seeing as how Kai was so injured in the last match.
The falcon shrugged as he keep his gaze on the silver haired wolfess standing with her friends clearly debating something.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into puppy."
Baring her fangs, Angel growled slightly. Between her ranting teammates, her worry for Kai, and trying to suppress the primal rage boiling her blood, she was going insane.
"Angel, you got to calm down. If you don't there's no telling what that Garland will pull." Tyson stated the obvious.
Clenching and unclenching her fist, Angel ignored him and turned to the only other girl of the group, "Hilary go and make sure your boyfriend's not doing something stupid again."
Hilary blinked confusedly before her face took on a scarlet color, "B-but… Kai and me…" she managed to stammer out before Angel caught her in a blank stare. Knowing that she was defeated, Hilary sighed and went to look for the group's loner.
Now that Kai was taken care of more or less, Angel turned her attention to her team. They seemed to be arguing on what strategy for her to use against the Trusdale boy.
Angel, inhaling slightly, half-shouted, "GUYS!!" Once she knew she had their attention, she spoke calmly, "I will use whatever strategy I deem necessary. But know that before I beat him, Garland will wish that he was the one in the coma instead of Tala." Her pupils dilated to pinpoints at the thought of what Garland had done to the Blitzkrieg Boys.
Her friends watched with slight awe and fear, they had never seen the trainer this angry before.
"Bladers, approach the dish!" DJ Jazzman signaled that the match was about to begin.
Ignoring her team's gaping features, Angel sauntered to the dish. Across from her, Garland smirked, "So they send a girl to face me instead of Tyson. Are you really that desperate?"
Ignoring the mocking statement, the silver haired girl looked of her shoulder for a pair of piercing lilac eyes. Meeting them, she watched as they widened as they read her intentions for this match. All or nothing.
Garland growled as he watched the known as Angel look over her shoulder at the crowd seeming to look for someone.
"Hey, face your future world champion when he's speaking." The blue haired boy commanded.
Angel turned her gaze back to him with a sneer imprinted on her face, "What champion? All I see is a chump."
Garland growled again before getting out his launcher out. He was going to make her wish she was never born.
Seeing the look on the griffin's face, the wolf smirked sarcastically, "So you want to play, huh?" Wiping out her silver and gray launcher, Angel pointed it at him, "Come if you dare."
Angel gasped for air as she shoved herself to her feet. Garland was using a shadow boxing technique and it all Angel could do to dodge his attacks.
Looking down at her silver blade, the girl tried to think of a way to get herself out of this. Glancing up at Garland, Angel saw only a few minor cuts from when one of her wind attacks had went awl. All she had gained was a bruised cheek and a sore left shoulder where an old wound was acting up.
A smirk crept up to her lips as her mind flashed back to how she got it. Rolling her shoulder, Angel could almost feel the scar Bryan left her from their first match stretch.
The smirk turned to a fanged grin, "I owe you a rematch still, huh Falcon?"
"What are you grinning at?! Have you forgotten where you are?" Garland shouted, becoming annoyed with her carefree attitude.
"Nah, I just realized how much of a weakling you are compared to some other bladers I know." It was a mocking reply.
Gritting his teeth, Garland called to his bitbeast for his final attack, "APOLLO, RADIENT THUNDER!!"
The griffin answered his master's call with a shriek.
At the same time Angel called to her friend, "RAZOR, METAL GALE CLAW!!"
A snarling silver wolf launched itself out of her beyblade, wind picking up around it.
Both beyblade collided creating a massive flash of light and wind, temporally blinding everyone within the arena.
Angel was aware of three things when she came to.
1) It felt like someone had taken her head and slammed it into a brick wall several times.
2) The same went for her body especially her bad shoulder.
3) She was in a hospital. She hated hospitals
Golden orbs slipped open as the wolfess came back to the living. And who would be there to greet our heroine from her journey back from oblivion? Her loving teammates? A caring nurse? How bout an annoying birdbrain moron?
"Finally decided to wake have you now, puppy?"
Angel groaned, unsure if it was the fact that his voice sounded like it was on ultra loud or the fact that it was Bryan himself and not her teammates that were here when she woke up.
"Where are the others?" Angel spoke hoarsely before wincing slightly. Her throat felt like someone had lined it with sandpaper and then a small animal crawled down it and died.
Bryan rolled his eyes. Of course she would want to see her teammates here instead of him. Heck, they barely knew each other.
"So why am I here again?" He mentally slapped himself for volunteering to wait for the wolfess to wake up.
"They went to the cafeteria I think." Bryan shrugged off her indigent look, "Don't look at me. Tyson said something about a celebrity lunch and went to get you something while the others went to make sure that he didn't eat everything before it got back to you."
Angel grunted in amusement. That was so like Tyson and the others. Then she blinked before shooting a quizzical look at Bryan.
"So that means I won, right?" For a moment there she had forgotten that she had been in a battle that would determine the fate of Beyblading around the world.
The older boy stared at the girl incredulously, "Of course you won. Do you think you got all those bruises and then past out from exhaustion from a lost battle?"
Angel mumbled something that sounded something like 'oh yeah' before looking down to inspect the damage. Her silver vest she normally wore was gone leaving only the black tank top. She still had on her grayish silver pants with its numerous pockets and her black combat boots were also missing. There were one or two bandages on her left arm and her right hand was bandaged as well. Reaching up, Angel felt that someone had put a patch on her bruised cheek. Her left shoulder was bandaged and her arm in a sling, which would explain the slight pain.
"You reopened it when that last attack hit." Bryan's somber voice reached even if it was barely above a whisper. Even Tyson could detect the guilt in the falcon's voice.
Angel frowned before looking up at the older boy. He was staring out the window now instead of facing her. From his reflection, she could tell he had fallen into a pit of self-loathing.
"I owe you a rematch, don't I?" Her question made Bryan look at her. Angel was sitting up leaning back against the pillows. Her eyes were half-lidded in a contemplating gaze.
Bryan smirked before turning to her, "Yeah you do but don't expect the outcome to be like it was in Russia." Lilac eyes seemed to danced in anticipation.
"Ha, yeah right. I could beat you with just one arm." Golden eyes glowed as the challenge was passed.
Bryan's smirk broadened, "Then how are you going launch your beyblade?"
Scowling, Angel turned her head away to hide the embarrassed blush as she realized her mistake. This, of course, only served as fuel for the falcon's ego.
Laughing, Bryan crossed over to the bed and sat on the edge causing the wolfess to stiffen. He watched as she turned her head to protest his closeness only to freeze. Bryan was centimeters from her face in less then three seconds. One of the benefits of being raised at the Abbey.
Leaning closer, the falcon breathed, "I'm glad you're okay puppy and I look forward to our match."
Angel blinked and nodded before gasping as Bryan brushed his lips against hers. Electricity shot up her spine and her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel heat creeping onto her cheeks as Bryan sat back with a satisfied gleam in his eye.
Voices coming closer to the door caught both teens attention. Bryan moved over to the window just as Ray walked in first followed by the rest of the Bladebreakers carrying various food items.
Angel's eyes widened as she eyed the baskets of food wryly.
Seeing her expression, Ray laughed, "No worries, it's all from the nearby convenience store."
The whole group broke into fits of laughter as the silver haired female sighed in relief. From there it was just noise as the group started to converse what had happened after the match and when the last match would.
As this was going on, Bryan slipped out of the room but not before sharing a secret glance with Angel. Course this didn't go unnoticed by the most observant of the group.
"What happened while we were gone, Wolf?" Ray asked suspiciously with Kai eyeing her as if she had grown another head.
Smirking, Angel leaned back against the pillows, "Just keeping a promise."
Gentle breezes lead to romance and happiness.
Harsh gales lead to adventure and hardships.
Both have their surprises along the way.
Awesome!! Now that that's done I can work on Angel's Story: Rewrite. -giggles insanely-
Bryan: Hn. Don't mind her, she's just on a sugar-high.
-runs around in circles- WEEEEEE!!
Bryan: Please review, it gives Wolfie lots of inspiration.