Considered Good or Evil?
~With Boris ~
'How much longer must I wait? Without Tyson having all his members assembled; I cannot conduct the seven Vs seven match that everyone's desperate to watch.'
Boris thought with his teeth gritted so tightly together due to his overpowering rage that was burning through his being like a fire. Boris had to postpone the match under certain circumstances that happened during the two month period that was set before the match against BEGA and the BBA G Revolution.
One of the circumstances was the fact that Brooklyn somehow was so tired that he slept for an amazingly long period. This was never found out as Brooklyn reframed from telling anyone where he'd been and what had happened. However; when he came back from wherever he went, he brought along a female that was so identical to him. He had asked if she was allowed to stay; but she would not be joining. This was never found out either; the pair of them was just as secretive as someone who couldn't talk.
The second circumstances were due to Tyson needing more time to prepare his team. If he intended to use the other members that had recently joined in to oppose BEGA, he'd need all the time he can get just to have them oppose a small threat to BEGA. Since Boris wanted everyone to overview as someone who has a dream for every child to become pro in bey-blading; he couldn't deny Tyson's request for more time for preparation.
'No matter; this extra time has been of most beneficial, as we speak, my seven selectors for my team have already been assembled and been practising to become more honed with their skills and talents. Be prepared Tyson; for the biggest thrashing you'd received in a lifetime.'
Boris smirked and chuckled with this new statement he thought up. Watching the match commence and seeing Tyson lose in front of all the world was exactly what he wanted to see during the time that the actual battle sets out. He has high hopes in his team; believing completely that his team would win no matter what.
He stood at the window; looking out through the blinds, he saw Brooklyn lying out in the sun, hands behind his head and his eyes closed as he bathed in the light. A smirk cruelled onto his harsh features; due to being in deep thought, Boris hadn't heard the knock on the door and the person that had entered either.
'Yes; Tyson will be personally defeated by you Brooklyn, my own little secret weapon'
Boris was still too distracted to have noticed the newcomer in his office till the newcomer coughed gaining his attention immediately. He turned around only to face Hiro; who still wore black sunglasses over his eyes, and the BEGA outfit, but in his own style. Boris regarded him with a stern look before a smirk appeared upon his features.
"Brooklyn is progressing well; but he still remains distant and has that ignorance about him that tends to keep people at a certain range away from him. Other than that; he's progressing well but his attention could be a hundred percent focused on the activities."
Hiro stood firmly still; as if he were a statue that looked exactly like a human, with human skin and all. Boris gave a smirk; happy with the good news, apart from the fact that Brooklyn wasn't exactly having full percentage interest in the activities he was doing. Seeming the expression upon Boris's face; Hiro seemed to have nothing in mind that could suggest that Boris was unhappy or disapproved of the fact that Brooklyn wasn't paying attention in any of the activities.
"If that is all then you're dismissed Hiro. I'm sure that I have no further use of you at the moment. Till then..."
Hiro walked out the room without turning back to take a glimpse of Boris. Without hesitating to walk forward; he took his time as he walked down the lengthened corridor that was painted with a grey colour. His shoes clapped against the floor; whilst his arms swung forwards and backwards in a symmetrical pattern. However; his movements were not of his importance at the moment, ever since the disappearance of the two he intended to get to join BEGA, he's been rather smug, and that's what bother's Hiro.
'You may be planning something Boris; but I assure you, there's something I know which you do not. I advise you stay away from Celestial Divinity's leader; she's the most dangerous, and I've learnt this through experience.'
Hiro thought without as much as a smirk upon his face. If Hiro were like everyone else; which he is not, he'd have a smirk with triumph as he has information that Boris does not. This information is of significance as Boris is trying to recruit the leader of Celestial Divinity; and as Hiro had thought, is a very dangerous plot as he doesn't know what he's getting himself into.
~Angel's pov~
Six months has passed since the time I almost lost my life; yet again. Hera; as I had found out is my bit-beast and she saved me. Still; she puzzles me! All her actions states that she's clearly human and that she was messing with my mind about being my bit-beast; but at times, times when that clearly states she is not human, is when she's speaking another language or when she's speaking from ancient times.
Her true form also bothers me as well; I've only seen and spoken to her whilst she's in human form. All the time that I've known she's my bit-beast; she's not even gone back in her blade since that rescue. I've actually considered if it's possible for her to return to her true form; I've also considered if it were possible if she could send her power to me whilst she's in human form, it's... she's just too strange to comprehend.
About four months ago; I heard that the head of BEGA, named Boris, as I was told by Mr. Dickinson, has postponed the match till Tyson, the leader of the rebellion, had all his preparations of his team of seven complete and established to a good enough standard. With all my heart; I've been secretly cheering Tyson and his rebel friends on, hoping that they'd be able to win in this battle.
Searching the skies with my eyes; I found no disturbances that would normally cause me to drift to my thoughts. The white fluffy clouds gradually passed by; but at a snail's pace. A small smile made its way on my features.
"Angel; lighten' up it's not like Yami and his posse are coming back. Therefore; there's nothing to worry about and nothing to be so alert for. Relax; enjoy the time you've got, I mean, you're free ain't ya, you've got all the time in the world to do anything."
I turned towards Hera; a childish smile spread across her features. We're so alike; it's hard not to see the resemblance, everyone will think that we're twins for sure. Due to the twin ordeal; is it possible that we're the opposite as well? Well at the moment; that's what it appears to be like, I'm in a right dismal mood, whilst she's in an energetic mood, and I thought it'd be different to that.
I'm the one that should be happy; after all, I've still got my soul intact with my body, and I'm alive. I think with that incident with Yami; I think I've become so alert and defensive I can't think how I use to anymore. It seems that my mood's dampened and changed so indifferently to anyone else who's been put into any situation similar to mine.
"Hera... we must talk about what's too happen now, you can't stay in human form forever can you?"
Hera halted in chasing a butterfly. Her, once, outstretched arms, fell to her sides. Her bangs shadowed her eyes; her mouth set into a thin line, the atmosphere around her changed so quickly that it surprised me completely.
Hera's lustrous black hair flower in the breeze, her white thin strapped tank top and short red pleated skirt too blew in the breeze. My red tank top and black pleated skirt mostly stayed still as I wasn't standing like Hera, however, my white blonde hair did move gently.
The silence drifted between them; yet, it wasn't comforting as I would have liked to have had it. I watched Hera expectantly; curiosity inched every part of my midnight blue eyes, wondering what was wrong with my counterpart...Hera; is actually the other side of me, whenever I was having a mood; either a dark atmosphere or one that has an equality of being at a good advantage point, she'd be the opposite of what I was being. This is why her hair is the opposite to mine; well one of the reasons.
"Yes... you're right, we must talk about it. Even the point where I cannot be in this form much longer than I had expected..."
Her words were different so was her voice...she sounded like the old her again, one of dangerous ambitions with that feisty temper that could easily snap. Her voice told me that... she was ready to snap at the slightest word that was said wrong. Maybe it wasn't the right time to have suggested something like that, but it must have been said... and as I always say, better have it done sooner than later.