Chapter eleven: A Memoriable Event

I smirked as I watched his blade spin around my own. How sad he was to think that he could defeat me. After what seemed to be like eternity, he finally said the words: "Fallborg, attack!" His blade lit up somewhat, and it's torque was increased by much as it spun towards my own blade. Bryan was completely transfixed by the match, his stormy grey eyes were gleaming with excitement as they watched his blade spin towards mine. He then looked up as they both collided, and he smirked at me, a menacing smirk. "you have no chance of winning this match, girl!" He snarled with a heavy Russian accent. 'I guess he forgot about my matches that he was supposed to memorize.' I thought calmly as I stared across at him with calm, icy blue eyes. I closed my eyes, and simply waited for an opportune moment. The wind around me was no longer still, but was raging with an ever growing fierceness. My medium brown hair blew around me somewhat, pushing my bangs forward and back. The, the wind had a strange course change; it didn't wildly blow around anymore, but yet it blew straight at me, forcing my pony tail to fly back like a scarf does in the wind, and my bangs were pushed against my forehead. My trench coat flew back; but my eyes remained closed, and my arms were crossed over my chest.

I opened my eyes after a few seconds of waiting, and looked down at the two combating beyblades. Fallborg was still attempting to thrash my blade; it looked so pitiful, that I allowed him to do that a while longer. As the strong wind blew around me, I was coming up with a plan to defeat him. It came to me. A sternness came into my icy blue eyes. "Now, Edragore! Vortex of darkness!" I yelled as I un-crossed my arms. Edragore got out of Fallborg's endless attacks, and started to spin rapidly around him. Soon, Edragore became a black blur, and a large black circle, that looked much like a black vortex, emerged around Fallborg, surrounding it in it's blackness. Soon, Edragore stopped spinning around Fallborg, and Fallborg was tottering very slowly. Fallborg looked in bad shape, and was slowing down quickly. "Edragore, take it out of it's sadness!" I ordered in a fairly loud voice. It reverberated throughout the room. Edragore then hit Fallborg with much power,; Fallborg flew out of the dish, all battered and partially in one piece. Pieces of the blade lay around the dish, and around the blade itself. Edragore then made a zigzag pattern in the shape of a Z, and flew into my open hand. It still spun rapidly even though it was in my clutches, and it started to burn my hand. I winced slightly, and looked down only to see little bits of flesh that were torn from my blade. The little ripped up pieces of skin were torn off, and left small patches of blood all over my hand. I quickly put away my beyblade back in my trench coat pocket inside of my coat. I put my launcher inside of that same pocket. I then placed my rip cord back into my brown hair, and pressed the button again. The top of the cord then closed around my black elastic that kept my hair up.

I turned to watch Bryan as he stooped over his battered beyblade. I slowly made my way over to him, being as quiet as possible, but the emptiness of the room made that hard to do. My footsteps echoed around the room. I gently placed my bleeding hand on Bryan's shoulder softly. "Bryan, I'm sorry that your beyblade got a little trashed, but," I stopped mid-sentence, afraid of what to say. 'Is he angry at me? It wasn't my fault was it? I hope he can forgive me. What did I do? I am such a horrible person, but it wasn't my fault! Was it?' I thought sadly as I stood over him for the first time. Bryan soon stood up, his beyblade in his hand. He stared at me calmly, but it made me quiver slightly as he did so. The wind had stopped now, but it was so strong, that it cut my upper arm through my trench coat. My arm started to feel like lead, and it stung so much. He noticed the tear in my trench coat, and raised a single grey eyebrow. I turned my gaze away from him, and let go of his shoulder. I closed my icy blue eyes, and waited to be hit by him. But the thing that I awaited for never came. Instead, footsteps reached my ears as the rest of the Blitzkriegboys made their way over to us. I looked back up at Bryan, and smiled a small smile at him. I then turned around to face Tala, Spencer, and Ian.

Tala stopped in front of us, and the other two stood behind him, but close enough to hear every word said to us by Tala, and every word said by me and Bryan. Tala nodded to Bryan, and Bryan nodded back at him. Tala then turned his icy blue gaze to me. "Good job, Kiko chan. You beat Bryan easily, and with only one attack. Maybe there is more to you then meets the eye." He said to me in English. I smiled happily at him, and my happiness showed up in my icy blue eyes. 'My first real compliment from Tala! This is so cool! Wait, did he think that I was weak? How rude! Oh well, he doesn't think that anymore.' Tala nodded, and turned around to face the other two. Bryan followed him, and Tala walked straight towards the entrance of the room. The other members of the team fell into line behind him calmly. I followed them all, I was last to leave that empty room.

As I stepped out into the creamy hallway, Tala stopped me from going any farther into the house. He closed the door behind me, and didn't allow me passage into the hallway any further. Tala looked at me with firmness in every corner of his pale white face. He stepped back from me, as he was pretty close to my body before. 'Wow, he was so close I could hear his breathing! So cool!' "Kiko chan, I'm only saying this because you have no where else to go," He said slowly and quietly to me, as if he didn't want the others to hear as well. 'What's he trying to tell me?' He sighed quietly to himself, and he turned his gaze away for a few moments. He then turned back to me, his gaze as steady as ever. "You can stay here if you wish, until you have found somewhere else to live." He told me. My icy blue eyes widened with complete shock and surprise from what he had just told me. 'Stay, here? But, I don't want any charity! What's his game?'