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In the dawn of the next morning, only one person ceased to be asleep as she softly padded out of the back door of the mansion's kitchen towards the swing seat in the garden, attached to two large oak trees. Cloud listened to the soft tweeting of the birds as she sat and watched the sun rise from behind the nearby trees, the sky a mesmerizing shade of lilac. It was moments like this when she would quietly sit and try to sort through the jumble of thoughts that clogged up her mind.
The tomboy then picked up her guitar that she had brought with her as she briefly contemplated a tune to play. A figure in the meantime looked out of the window and spotted her sat by herself in the cool of the morning, gazing at her with an unreadable expression as his eyes darkened with intensity. Gradually, a hand was raised and began strumming the guitar strings, moving to the mood of the atmosphere.
It's the first time I've ever felt this lonely,
Would someone cure this pain,
It's funny when you think it's gonna work out,
Till you chose weed over me,
You're so lame,
I thought you were cool until the point,
Up until the point you didn't call me,
When you said you would,
Finally figured out you're all the same,
Always coming up with some kind of story...
The brunette sang in almost complete oblivion, her face changing to something so sad and vulnerable that it was such a startling contrast to the usually cold, hard expression that she usually wore. The world she knew seemed to fade away, her nightmares slowly dissolving with the tranquillity of the morning, and anything that had once plagued her soul had gone away for the moment, to allow her to find some way of searching into herself for something she didn't know or was afraid to find in her conscious mind.
Every time I try to make you smile,
You always go feeling sorry for yourself,
Every time I try to make you laugh,
You can't you're too tough,
You think you're loveless,
Is that too much that I'm asking for...
The figure in the window was completely transfixed by the blue eyed female – just by listening to her almost pensive voice that rung in an echo across the garden, he was being drawn into her world. Dark eyes observed her closely and keenly as he stretched out a pale hand towards the glass of the window, pushing gently against it to get a better view.
Thought you'd come around when I ignored you,
Sorta thought you'd have the decency to change,
But babe I guess you didn't get that warning,
Because I'm not about,
To look at your face again,
Can't you see that you lie to yourself,
You can't see the world through a mirror,
It won't be too late when the smoke clears,
'Cause I, I am still here...
The Winged Unicorn blader was now playing with a somewhat pained passion, her emotions suddenly rising to the surface as her voice grew as strong as the sun rising in the west. The air hung light in the air as only the sound of music filled the atmosphere – it was like she was floating into a dream world where she was no longer afraid nor ashamed to show people for what she truly was – how she truly felt underneath her shell.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Can't find where I am,
I'm lying here alone in fear,
Afraid of the dark,
No one to claim alone again,
Can't you see that you lie to yourself,
You can't see the world through a mirror,
It won't be too late when the smoke clears,
'Cause I, I am still here,
But every time I try to make you smile,
You always go feeling sorry for yourself,
Every time I try to make you laugh,
You can't you're too tough,
You think you're loveless,
It was too much that I'm asking for...
The Total Eclipse captain then finished the last chord, taking a deep breath as everything remained quiet, tranquil. For a moment or two, she tipped her head back to soak up the rays of sunshine now scattering in speckles across the place as it shone through the trees – she felt herself open up to the nature surrounding and knew she was now strangely, oddly at peace. And then as quickly as it happened, the feeling disappeared and she closed up like a clam.
She knew what was a fantasy and what was reality: everything that was thought and feeling that had happened to her in one song could only seem to exist somewhere deep in her mind – but she now had work to do. As much as she hadn't exactly been expecting Mr Dickenson to suddenly dump new responsibilities on her, her pride and her honour made her feel obligated to assist the Bladebreakers in their training; after all, she consciously thought she good do with a new challenge. And now that she had two teams to organise and a schedule of training to complete, the reality of her life was that even though some may care – she couldn't stop: she had to keep going.
Yet up in the window, there was still the figure watching from the mansion above, a question lingering in his eyes. Eyes that could see Cloud for what she truly was. A lonely, hurting young girl who deserved far more than just the truth: she deserved the respect and the care that so many around her had failed to give; she deserved to achieve her goals after putting in countless hours of pure hard work and effort – but most importantly, she deserved someone to make her stop and think of her own happiness for once. Whether he was the right person to do so, he had yet to find out. Hopefully sooner, rather than later.
"Everyone awake! Up, up, up – rise and shine my new birds! We have much to do today and little time to do it in – wakey, wakey!"
A startled Max and Kenny leapt out of bed in their room – the elder boy bumped his head on the bed side table whilst the younger tried to recover from the near heart failure. Ray and Hilary in their separate adjoining rooms yawned as they staggered ungracefully out of bed. Kai appeared to be the only one who had woken up before any of them already. Only Daichi and Tyson still managed to sleep through the wake up call, snoring loudly as they slept in a bundled mess of sheets and pyjamas. As the majority of the team met outside, they were greeted by a cheerful looking youth.
"Morning guys! Glad to see you all up – oh! Where's the other two? Tyson and Daichi, isn't it?" Mark chuckled as he watched them all stare at him in zombified silence, still clearly trying to recover from the 'early' morning racket – although 7:00am wasn't always considered within the criteria of early in this mansion. They all had yet to learn that the definition of early in this household was 3:00am in the morning.
The blond haired Bladebreaker gave a loud yawn as he stretched and rubbed his eyes sleepily, his baby blue eyes bleary as he tried to address the fellow male with some sort of reasonable response. "Probably still asleep – it takes ages to wake them up." He grumbled, trying to remind himself that the owner of the house was very much like a certain team mate he knew – so really the team should've seen it coming. Plus as they already knew, her reputation preceded her: things were going to be tough around her, and seeing as this was her house and her rules – they didn't have any option but to do as she told them.
Before the dark haired male could say anything else, a familiar figure thundered through the corridor with a bucket of water (presumably cold – judging by the bits of ice floating around in the liquid!) and strode briskly into the next door along from the American and IT Whiz's bedroom. There was an almighty splash followed by loud yelps of protest, before the figure appeared again dusting her hands.
"Next time when I say get them – I mean all of them." Cloud stated coldly as she stormed past her team mate, not even sparing a glance at her new guests. As she continued her path down the stairs, the rest of the Bladebreakers gaped in shock at the way she was so quick in getting the two laziest members of the group up.
The green eyed Total Eclipse member grinned at the stunned look on the newcomer's faces as the sounds hissing and cursing came stumbling out of the door. "Those two should count themselves lucky: the last time we had people like that round for a week or so training, Cloud had them strung up outside – in the cold – dripping wet in their underwear, upside down from a tree." He grinned, nudging the Chinese Bladebreaker in an attempt to get them to see that the people who lived in this mansion did have some kind of sense of humour – or at least stir some sort of hope that the group wouldn't suffer the same fate.
But that little story only made Kenny go very pale at the possibility.
By 7:30, everyone was at the breakfast table, chatting away and generally being a normal social gathering – Mr Dickenson, Grandpa and Hiro were sat at one end, pleasantly discussing how the culture of beyblading had changed since their generation. The teens were all scattered across the table, getting to know each other and occasionally laughing out loud at their silliness – only the likes of Kai and Cloud had their meal in complete silence as they refused to make eye contact with each other, despite the fact that they were sat to one side of each other.
The blue eyed female so far had been carefully observing the Bladebreakers: call it a habit or a hobby, one of the first things she had to satisfy for herself whenever she considered training anyone was assessing their strengths, their weaknesses and anything else about their character that would play a crucial role in how they beybladed. Whether she liked it or not, she accepted that every blader had different needs that had to be met, and that as their key instructor for however long it took, she made sure that they had to make progress and if that meant having to continually vary the training to find something that worked – then she would do it.
Her gaze first went to the fellow team captain, Tyson – his strengths clearly lay in his confidence and his stubborn refusal to see any other way than his beyblading. Admirable, as that was what seemed to carry him through the hardships to get the title that was for the most part reasonably well deserved; however his let down was definitely his lack of attention to details about other's blading technique, as well as any sense of discipline, which ultimately made his consistency against newer and perhaps tougher opponents anything but regular.
Next was Daichi – his bold, daring nature gave him credit, and the fact that he was so young gave him plenty of scope for improvement in the future, particularly when people weren't always prepared to take him seriously - though he still had yet to control his immaturity, as that certainly didn't add anything to his technique, being only about 13 years old; furthermore, his lack of experience in blading globally with other's who had been doing it since his age was another thing that would not benefit him a great deal.
Then came Max – permanently optimistic and always having an eye for unique new ways of beyblading, the blue eyed female knew that his edge when people battled him would be his preparation beforehand in being constructive with his strategy and coming up with new tricky ways to make the other blader get around his challenges; his innovation however seemed to make him slightly naive towards being realistic about his opponents and seemed more prone to diving into a new idea without thinking about it in more depth when it came to the bigger picture.
Ray on the other hand would have to be the most mentally stable of the group, and seemed to be the least prone in letting his emotions affect him in any way; he was very level headed in his opinions of his opponents and had very good perceptions of what they achieve as well as what they expected – but having seen how he made mistakes in trying to second guess his opponent's strategies and appeared to work a lot better in tag team battles, it was clear that work was perhaps needed in teaching him how to fend for himself against unpredictable challengers.
As the platonic female of the group, Hilary had a well grounded and respected place on the team as their manager, where her no nonsense manner kept the boys under control - and her organisational skills were near enough to the standards that the Wilson mansion would achieve, which would certainly go down well with the majority of the household! However, the blue eyed female knew that the two would clash over that bossy nature of hers, and it would certainly be hard for them to tolerate each other's straightforwardness.
And last but certainly not least was Kenny – the boy most definitely had a very well stocked up brain that had plenty of knowledge filled in there, and his years of studying the mechanics of beyblading (as she had overhead in his conversations with Cal) was most impressive. But considering that the boy seemed to cower in her presence whenever she even came with 10 metres, it was clear that his confidence and his drive needed to be maximised – especially if he was going to consider beyblading with the top dogs in the next tournament.
Satisfied that she had done her observations, the petite British girl brought her attention back to her breakfast, deciding whether she was actually hungry or not. She looked up to see some of the younger boys goofing around – Mark, Max and Tyson now seemed to have confused what was on their plates for being decorative features to place on their faces. Pulling a disgusted expression, she firmly decided that she would have to eat – because judging by the silliness that had now been brought into her home, she was going to need the energy to deal with it.
"What was the song you sang this morning?" A deep voice distracted the brunette from her thoughts, her head turning sharply to meet the ever intense stare of the Russian. She didn't know what to say to that: first of all she was mildly surprised that someone was up early as she was in the morning, and had caught her singing at the time when her defences were down; and second of all, she couldn't quite believe that he was still demonstrating an interest in her music – particularly as she had made it clear that she hated him.
No you don't...She could hear a mystical voice creep into her mind, warmth coming as though the breath of the owner of the voice was made of fire. Sighing mentally, the Winged Unicorn blader felt her eyes shut – as much as she respected her bitbeast's long years of experience and wisdom, the shock of a once friend now returning without word or explanation on her doorstep wasn't something she had gotten over yet – so having the great spirit trying to tell her otherwise just wasn't something she was prepared to listen to at the moment. Moonlight, now is not the time for your input. Go. She commanded her bitbeast sternly, earning only a slight snort of indignation as the legendary creature obeyed its command.
"Too Much To Ask, by Avril Lavigne." The young Wilson finally answered, her voice quiet as she kept her eyes ahead, looking carefully at the rest of the youngsters to make sure they weren't listening in. And secretly, she couldn't somehow find the courage to make the eye contact – for she knew that if she did, she wouldn't be able to look away again. The bluenette smiled slightly, despite the tension in the room - he wasn't surprised at the song choice. The angsty, edgy style suited her, and if he dare say so, the version she sang this morning showed off her voice very well.
Shifting in his seat, the amethyst eyed teen kept looking at Cloud as she continued staring aimlessly at her breakfast. He cleared his throat. "It sounded good." He commented awkwardly, stumbling towards a rare compliment as he felt himself cringe – as much as he was being sincere, he wasn't sure if he was going to get a positive or negative reaction – heck, he wasn't sure he wanted one, given the current atmosphere.
Cloud slowly turned her head to look at the Phoenix blader, her eyes unblinking as she seemed to take a measure of how genuine he was being. Seeing there was nothing other than pure interest, she slowly let her features relax slightly as a familiar curve tugged threateningly at her lips. "Thank you." She finally responded in a voice that was considerably softer than the tone she had used so far towards virtually everyone who had even so much as looked at her since yesterday afternoon.
Returning the gesture with one of his small and rare smiles, the young Hiwatari said nothing more as he closed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. He inwardly heaved a sigh of relief as he cracked open his eyelids a bit to watch the tomboy continue to eat her breakfast, noting that she wasn't as tense next to him as she had been a few moments ago – it was a step, but he knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. There was still a long way to go before their relationship could go back to the way it had once been.
The facial expressions the brunette was now receiving were quite a classic, really – though she wasn't sure why this particular group had somehow managed to spike her sense of humour so much that she could've sworn her eyes were dancing by now. She supposed, thinking about it now, that it was because they were the World Champion beyblading team: so it was quite ironic that she was putting them under strict training, as though they were like beginners! "I take it everyone understands what is being asked of you?" She asked, keeping her voice as brisk as possible so that her amusement was not given away.
The Bladebreakers just couldn't believe what they had just heard. 35 laps of the training yard? 30 sit ups? Stretches? The bleep test? Launching? An obstacle course? Practice matches? WAS THIS WOMAN CRAZY?!
"Do we really need to do the bleep test?" Kenny piped up faintly, his face now grey with worry at the thought of being torn away from his beloved laptop for the day to do...physical exercise. Raising an eyebrow, the blue eyed female motioned for Cal to come forward – in his hands sat none other than the IT whiz's most prized possession. Mouths dropped open as if to say how the hell did they manage to get hold of that without anyone knowing.
"I suggest if you want to be seeing this again before too long, you better get to your training pretty sharpish. And for another thing, no amount of technology will ever prove your fitness: if you want useful information to help improve your physical well being – start by seeing if you can finish a lap without collapsing like you've run a marathon." The Winged Unicorn blader stated, satisfied to see that the younger boy kept his mouth shut, clearly deciding that perhaps it was time to buckle up and take it like a man. "Very well then. Off you go." She commanded, dismissing the youths with a flick of her hand although she beckoned Hilary to follow her as she had some separate tasks for her to do. Only Kai remained silent and went off promptly to complete the training.
To him, this was exactly as he had anticipated the training to be: as he had told Mr Dickenson in the beginning, he had run these sorts of activities with the young Wilson before – he knew what she was looking for during this stage, which was that she could see which people acted off their own initiative and which ones waited for instruction. It was a very subtle yet ingenious way of testing people's sense of independence and responsibility, and already he could see that there would be loads of notes taken where his team mates were concerned – for they were still stood mumbling away to each other in confusion as they wondered what they were supposed to do next with the instructions they had been given.
"Is she out of her mind?! I'll be dead by the time this is over! What is this place? A Nazi concentration camp?!" Tyson growled irritably as he kicked the ground in frustration – the perfect imitation of a child whose candy had just been taken away from him. Though by now at nearly 16 he really ought to know that life wasn't always fair. He then looked to see Mark looking at him with a quizzical frown, as though he not only questioned the validity of the complaint, but also didn't really approve of it either.
"Mate, that's really not funny: you need to chill out! Cloud ain't that bad – there's a very good reason why she tells you to do these things, and you know that her methods are successful – plus also, this surely can't be much different from your usual training regime?" He spoke up at last, looking slightly uncomfortable with having to point out that what the navy haired teen had just said was bordering on him getting a proper beating if the petite British girl had heard him say it.
"Not that we're driven like slave traders! How does she expect us to do this much work? It's not like we're not gonna be here after just a week!" The brown eyed male continued to push his point, earning heavy sighs from his team mates surrounding him – as much as they could somewhat agree with his comments, this was beginning to show them up now, particularly as the likes of Cass and Cal were now looking over at them as though they were young children that needed to be put into time out to calm down.
"Maybe so, but comparing Cloud to the likes of the Nazis is actually quite offensive – especially as her grandpa is the son of a Nazi war criminal and not only that, he was also forced to be part of the Hitler Youth when he was younger. Cloud may be harsh at times, but she certainly isn't like that monstrosity – even you know that." The pixie-like faced female explained a bit; although her voice was neutral, it was clear to everyone that she like the rest of her team was not very impressed with the likes of the World Champion making such insensitive and inaccurate statements.
Flushing red with embarrassment, the Japanese Bladebreaker scratched his head as his expression went slightly sheepish. "Hey, look guys – I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so extreme with the comment. But seriously! This is our first day, and already our training programme is like we're professional gym members. I know our fitness is important, but don't you think it's a little too much right now?" He tried to sound apologetic, although still stubbornly sticking to his point as he watched the Total Eclipse members relax under the acknowledgement that the comment he had made wasn't meant in malice.
"Perhaps if you listened to what she said just now about getting on with it so you get it out of the way, you wouldn't be making silly comments." Jake spoke up from one side, having now returned from receiving instructions from his team captain. Again, the blond and black haired males of the group exchanged a mutual look to say that the words had just been taken out of their mouths – although the comment still didn't do anything to ease the awkward tension hanging in the air.
"We see your point – but it's not exactly easy to remember the order Cloud wants us to all of this training in, let alone get it done under the time she probably wants it done in." The American blader pointed out timidly, his team mates nodding in agreement at this thought – as far as they understood, whatever they didn't finish today would be added to the next day's training: now the thought of slipping behind was definitely a more worrying thought – especially if they knew that they would be exhausted by the time they were finished!
The brown eyed female looked at her boyfriend and the two raised their eyebrows at each other once they caught their stares. "Since when did Cloud give you all an order and a time frame to complete your training by in those instructions she just gave you?"
There was a pause as the Bladebreakers slowly started to decode in their minds what had just been said to them. "Cloud hasn't set us an order or a time frame?" The Chinese blader repeated stupidly, mimicking the rest of the group's reactions. They just couldn't understand why the young Wilson had just given them what they needed to do and left it at that: was this some kind of trick? After all, her training was reputedly one of the hardest programmes in the beyblading world – so what was she up to now in letting them do their training virtually on their own at such an early stage?
The short dark haired Total Eclipse member gave a chuckle as he walked over and patted the Dragon blader on the shoulder. "Guys, if she wanted something done in a specific order, be assured she will tell you how! Just listen to her and you'll find your way!" He said cheerfully, before walking away with his own team mates to go and complete some training, leaving the World Champion stunned.
This was going to be a long day.
Kenny gave a tired moan as his body threatened to collapse at any moment – and he wasn't the only one. Max was flushed scarlet with trying to push his way through some his last sit ups. Daichi was staggering through his last 10 laps of jogging. Ray's face was contorted slightly with pain as he started going through his stretches. Tyson was stood panting heavily as he tried to control his beyblade enough to avoid the obstacles set in front of him. Kai was the only one who had paced himself enough that he could only just feel the slight strains of his body as he began the last quarter of his training.
Cloud was sat in the meantime with the Bladebreaker team manager, where the two of them had been watching the boys closely, making continual notes on their progress throughout the day. She and the rest of Total Eclipse had dished out the occasional piece of advice, as well as making sure that there hadn't been any slacking – as expected, she knew that by now the feeling of exhaustion was now beginning to kick in. The first day was always tough for the people she trained in her experience: purely because she threw them in the deep in end from the start.
"Hilary – tell me: what have you noticed today throughout the boys training? Anything particularly relevant that has caught your eye." The tomboy suddenly asked the ruby eyed female sat beside her, who promptly looked up at the elder female, whose arms were crossed as she stood watching the activity. Swallowing, she nervously looked at the notes that had been made and scanned them for something that would be helpful towards the answer to the question. She cleared her throat as she opened her mouth to answer.
"Well...Daichi seems to be doing very well with the jogging – though the sit ups seem to be his weak points." The Japanese female started hesitantly, looking again at the Total Eclipse team leader, who still hadn't moved an inch from her spot. There was a nod that signified for her to continue.
"Ray makes really good progress with the stretching, but he could do better with the launching. Max is completely the opposite: his launches are near on perfect, though I should think he definitely needs more work when it comes to stretching. Kenny's doing really well with the whole thing, considering he doesn't really do the exercise – but for the most part his stamina is really low." There was another pause as the brunette waited for the Winged Unicorn blader to respond.
"Continue."
"Tyson really seems to be getting the hang of the obstacle courses – though you can definitely tell he hates the jogging! Kai, well, he always does great with the training because he always just gets on with it and paces himself really well – I think for him, it's just a case of stretching him a bit more to really test him." The Bladebreaker manager finished, looking nervously down at the notes again hoping that she had said the right thing - the young Wilson's silence was beginning to make her feel slightly uneasy, and having witnessed the less than desirable temper displayed yesterday, that was enough for her to think that maybe it wasn't a good idea to start bossing people around.
As it had been made clear yesterday, whether the Bladebreakers were established champions or not, that did not matter to the petite British girl at all: as far as she was concerned, they could be the fucking Queen and that would make no difference as to whether who was in charge here. On the contrary to Hilary's lack of belief in her answer, she thought that the fellow female had given very true and very accurate statements on the current data that had been recorded, which merely confirmed what she had already assessed from the team. As she knew that the Russian would've known, this was an exercise to prove whether they had any idea about how to make training benefit them by working to their own timetables – and so far, only one member had shown the most initiative. But as ever, that fact came as no surprise to her.
"Make some more notes. I'll gather them up for the next stage." The brunette finally responded, moving briskly away before any question were asked. As she approached the training area, she could see all of the boys slowly look up to see her walking towards them. They all silently groaned to themselves as they stopped what they were doing and made their way to meet her, dreading what she was going to make them do next.
The blue eyed female regarded them with hidden admiration as she watched them come towards her without complaint: whatever had been said about her or whatever they thought of her, they had worked hard and managed to complete most of the training with reasonable results. And they also had respect, which was something she rarely found in the trainees that came here – most of the time, the youngsters had to be reminded quite often that she would not tolerate being treated like she didn't know what she was doing. The Bladebreakers? They had surpassed her expectations in that regard, and thus she felt herself develop a growing respect for them.
"Tell me Bladebreakers: why do you think I set out all of these exercises for you? What do you think happened as a result?" She asked, hiding her amusement as they gaped at her in shock. Clearly they had been expecting her to make them do some more exercises – but in that moment, they all realised why in the end her training regime was very successful: even though it was hard work and she didn't appear to have very much sympathy to their complaints, she wasn't cruel at heart. Otherwise why had she not been at them like a slave driver?
"Well...if I was being honest – I really don't why you set them. But they did make me think a lot about it though." The Japanese blader spoke up, scratching his head sheepishly as he met Cloud's sharp gaze. Nodding slightly, she brought her attention back to rest of the World Champion team, not really noticing that the rest of Total Eclipse were now coming to join them.
"Ok. So why did it make you think?" The tomboy questioned further, trying to push the rest of the group to think for themselves and answer independently. The group looked to each other for a moment, not really sure how to respond – because they knew that she wasn't a very predictable character, they weren't sure whether this was a test to find the right answer or merely an open discussion. If they wanted to be frank with themselves, none of them really wanted to put themselves out to get shot down.
The Chinese blader swallowed. "Because we had to make our own routines – it was quite difficult trying to think of how to order it and knowing when we needed to take a break."
"I found it hard because I didn't really know what exercises I was better at and which ones I really needed to improve on." The blond haired male commented, rubbing his sore arms where he had been trying to stretch without pulling a muscle.
The redhead pulled a face. "The exercises were fine – except I found things like the stretching and the sit ups really boring; the jogging and the obstacle course was quite good though – I really liked those!" He added, hoping that the Winged Unicorn blader wouldn't take offense to the fact he had his own preferences.
The Chief shifted nervously on his feet, looking up at the Total Eclipse captain very shyly as she looked down at him, waiting for him to say something. "I just found everything really hard – but it felt good to be able to do it for myself though! Sometimes doing the same thing altogether gets quite tedious because we all do different things better than others, so we could do everything at our own pace." He said quietly, blushing bright red with the direct attention.
Again, the young Wilson was impressed with the answers – they were thoughtful and constructive. Also, she now had a better idea as to what they needed in their training to benefit them. "Good. You've now completed your first lesson. Go and take a proper break, then you can come back and complete the rest of the training for today." She concluded, keeping her voice practical and down to business as she dismissed the team, before walking away and leaving the team with Total Eclipse.
The Bladebreakers just didn't know what to say. Mark grinned as he moved towards them. "So guys – see what we mean when we say just listen to her?" He asked kindly, watching as the group of teens stared at him blankly, not quite understanding what had just happened.
"Well, we certainly weren't expecting that...I suppose we half expected her to make us carry on." The American blader flushed slightly, mirroring the team's embarrassment. They now realised that they had wronged the petite British girl by judging her so harshly – although it had been a tough first day, she had shown herself to be quite fair towards them. It wasn't like she had banned them from taking care of their essential needs like eating, drinking, sitting down when it got too much – in fact it wasn't like she had set many boundaries in the first place! About all she seemed to expect from them was that they put in the effort.
Jake gave them a friendly smile. "Don't worry about it! She may have a badass attitude at times, and that's hard to see past. But whether you guys realise it or not, you have really earned her respect: it's very rare that she speaks to the people she trains without being irritated because they haven't done it or complained about it the whole way." He explained with sincerity, gradually putting the World Champions at ease.
"I guess we really shouldn't have expected anything from her. And actually, I'm kinda glad we did this kind of training today – it's been a really good experience trying to find out how to do it ourselves." The navy haired teen murmured thoughtfully, his team mates nodding in agreement.
"At least we know she doesn't expect us to go without food – I'm getting really hungry." The emerald eyed Bladebreaker cringed as his tummy growled loudly, the rest of the teens laughing a bit as they looked sympathetically at the younger male.
"Ah they'll be plenty of food, Daichi! Look at the size of this place – we'll be absolutely fine!" The Dragon blader declared confidently as he patted his team mate on the shoulder, feeling his own mouth water at the thought of getting some more of that delicious food, particularly as breakfast had been more than satisfactory!
Cal gave a smirk. "Believe it or not, Cloud herself can have a very impressive appetite herself – so you better get in and get the grub before she does." He threw in casually, amusement lighting up his usually impassive face as the two hungriest males of the group went white with shock and quickly ran off towards the mansion to make sure that they also had their fair share of lunch.
As everyone else made their way to start their meal, the Russian walked behind them a little bit, thinking deeply about the events of this morning. As much as he knew that he had done well with the training today, he knew that he was under the scrutiny of the blue eyed female: as her eyes had scanned the group during their discussion, he wasn't sure whether her lack of attention towards him was because she thought he had completed everything that she asked for well or whether he needed to do better.
Either way, he knew that the proof would be in the upcoming bleep test and then the practice matches – only then would he be able to prove to her that despite whatever had happened between them in the past, and however much he was a different guy from what he used to be, he still found a very well founded value in her training...and he still believed in her.
Piscesgirl09/xXxCometxXx: Finally! Next chapter up and ready to go - sorry it's been so long updating with all my stories; school work and everything is starting to mount up now - but hopefully I can still keep completing these chapters gradually! Though having said that, no wonder it takes so long: 6000 words again O.o; Oh well! Hopefully that means it keeps everyone happy by giving you all plenty to read - keep up with the feedback peeps, they are always welcome and I hope you all enjoy this one =) Cheers!