Dedicated to Moi who reminded me this fic existed.

Ice Queen

By: Zadien

Disclaimer:

I don't own Beyblade and I only own Amber Benson and Ruin Mulryan. Miyami belongs to ChibiTari/Unlucky Star and you can see more of her exploits in 'Kinomiya: File one'. Arista Belyaev was invented by AzN*PyRo*ArCaDa who writes 'On the swords edge'! And Animerle owns Aspin who's the star of 'For the love of Kane' While Sonia belongs to Spitfire_Sae and Kirby is the creation of Kindred Insanity.

Summary: The Tempest Tigers, an incredibly close team who don't appreciate traitors, especially Tala Valkov. But that is nothing compared to the animosity they feel towards their new teammate turned captain. So how is Kai Hiwatari to deal with a team who won't accept him or respect him? Well if they won't respect him, he won't respect them.

A.N. Well I brought this fic out ages ago; actually, it was my very first Beyblade fic. And I decided that since Sae has now discontinued her Ice Hockey fic, I was going to have to write one myself since I couldn't read it. Plus people seemed to enjoy the excerpt of it, and after reading someone's review I decided that I should continue it, but I needed to make adjustments to it, hope people don't mind.

So this is the very first chapter; revised and hopefully better.

Chapter one: Quislings aren't welcome here!

He sat on his bed in the dark; the only illumination came from the TV. On it played the second-rated team in his league, the Tempest Tigers, versus the third-rated team, the Warriors. On the screen, the players moved eerily along the ice, while on his bedside table, by the light sat the Preston Academy yearbook lying open on the most worrying players.

His name was Kai Hiwatari, and he was captain of the Clonmel Sharks. As captain of the Sharks, he felt it was his duty to read up and observe his main rivals, not that he felt that they were anything to worry about. After all, his team was the best, but still, after watching the Tigers, he began to notice that they had quite a number of talented players, each with their own style and skill which was more than what his team had, they just relied on their brute strength and intimidation. But one thing his team had was discipline and one leader.

On the screen, a player draped in the sky blue and navy off the Tigers skated down the side of the arena. He cradled the puck easily with his stick as he ducked, twirled and dodged around his opponents, while other members of his team checked them into the boards. Suddenly he skidded to a sharp stop just in front of the other team's goalie. Whipping the stick back behind him, he blasted the puck towards the net. It flew through the air in a blurry streak of black. The goalie lunged for it. For a while, it seemed as though time stopped. There was a tense moment as the arena waited with bated breath to see if they'd scored.

Then the buzzer sounded. The fans erupted with cheers, and the noise roared through the arena. The band burst to life playing a fast tempo from up on the stands. Blue, green and red strobes danced on the ice to the beat. As the commentator called out the score, the player skated off striking a winning pose at the opposing team, then turning to their team, they bowed with a flourish, doffing their helmet like a tophat.

Holding the helmet under her arm, the girl wiped away strands of dark hair from her damp flushed face and grinned as her line came up to congratulate her. The smile lit up her face, instantly transforming her features into one that would demand a second or third glance. But while she was pretty, it was her skill that made her worthy of his attention. Her sharp shot would be tricky to defend against and her ability to spot the clear lanes in front of the goal meant she could never be left alone on the ice.

He turned his attention from the screen to the open yearbook. Flipping the page, his dark burnished brown eyes scanned the page until he found her. Her image, immortalised within the page, didn't do her justice, he mused, skimming down to the bio. Amber Benson, known more informally as Ams or Bambi. She was a B student and listed ice hockey and tourist season as her hobbies.

He glanced back at the screen as she chirped her opponent and ended up flat on her ass on the ice. Good shot, he decided watching as she surged to her feet and roughly shoved the nearest opponent earning a minor infringement, but she was too easily riled. That would be a weakness he could exploit.

His attention flicked to the Captain, Rei Kon - another problem. The boy with messy black hair, and brown eyes so light they looked gold. He had an aura of calmness as though nothing phased him. Kai knew for a fact that the guy was good at motivating his team but there were things in which he lacked, like control over the younger members of his team, as yet another player ended up in the box - this time for jarring the ref.

His interest was pulled to a picture of the captain holding a cup with a young woman beside him; arms wrapped around his waist, pretty head rested on his shoulder. Her thick mass of hair, full and bright pink, suited her pretty features. She resembled a girl who wouldn't back down from a fight, but the way she was draped over the captain showed that there was something going on between them. Under the caption, it showed their names, Rei Kon and Mariah Wong - the goalkeeper for the JV Tigers also known as 'the Swallow'.

There was a note at the bottom of the page and from it, he gleaned that 'the Swallow' was actually the number two goalie. The number one goalie, Arista Belyaev, had been injured in a previous match and was now riding the pine pony. He wondered briefly how long she'd be out of commission, and then he shook his head. There was no way in hell she'd be ready for their match unless Kon planned to bring her out as a secret weapon. His gaze flicked to the screen in time to catch Mariah dive to cover the puck with her gloved hands. After icing it, the ref glided up and the Captain paused to consult with the goalie. If she was number two, then Belyaev would be another major concern.

He searched the page for a picture of Belyaev to see what she looked like. Finally, he found her. She was sitting on the back of a blue-haired, blue-eyed male who was smirking at the camera as he held the cup they'd won. Her eyes were deep blue and her hair was a long cloak of silver-tipped with gold. She was sticking her tongue out with another male who was holding the other side of the cup. He had black hair with a stripe of red and emerald green eyes. Their names were listed at the bottom: Kane Suzoru gives star goalie Arista Belyaev a lift while Ozuma Benson gives a helping hand. "That cup is heavy 'Ris, honest!"

Kai rolled his eyes. Obviously, the writer for the yearbook was on good terms with the team.

On another picture, it showed another Asian girl with long silver hair with two guys. One with unruly navy hair shoved under a baseball cap and a grin on his face. Beside him- arm slung around his blue-haired friend and the grinning silver-eyed female- was a spiky blond-haired kid with blue eyes and a wide blinding cheerful grin on his face. He looked like the cat that got the cream while the dents in his cheeks showed he was usually smiling. Under their photo again were their names. Tyson Kinomiya, Max Tate and Miyami Kinomiya.

Once again Kai frowned at the caption, then his auburn eyes flicked to the photo on his bedside table. He and his best friend, Tala Valkov, in their Varsity uniforms posing for the camera. There was nothing to suggest that they were friends in the image. And they were friends, despite their different personalities. Red-haired Tala was charismatic and popular but with a cutting sense of humour and a flair for the dramatics, including a cold artic temper. Kai had no patience for idiots and preferred to show that with a scalding blast of furious words. But both of them had a thirst for winning and a desire to crush opponents. Tala had only arrived at Clonmel a couple of years ago but the two boys had formed a tight friendship - until Kai's father found a new job and Tala transferred away. Neither wanted to stay in Clonmel on their own and Kai figured they'd keep in touch. They might not have the tight bond that the Tigers overtly flaunted but it was there.

He sighed again, watching as the one named Tate ducked under a bodycheck before spinning round and passing the puck to the captain. Kon took the puck down the ice and cast it to A Benson. She took a shot sending it around the back of the goalie net. It was picked up by Kinomiya and blasted into the net, past the goalie. The team had one advantage, they worked well together but they lacked discipline. They knew they were good and they made sloppy mistakes because of that. Still, he wouldn't let his guard down when facing them.

Of course, had Kai seen the Tigers at that exact moment, he wouldn't have worried.

On the other side of town in Preston Academy's changing rooms the Tigers assembled before practice. Usually, there would be a hubbub of noise, with shouts, laughs, jeers and cheers from the team, but today it was as eerily silent and dead as a grave at midnight. Inside the team stood erect staring at the figure who had just strode in the door as bold as brass, making no expression to show that he felt the hostility in the air. In fact, the tension was so palpable and thick that it could have been cut with a knife, but more than likely they would rather stick that knife through his heart and twist it violently.

The redhead, on the other hand, had no such thoughts. He smiled warmly at them wondering when they'd break the tension and welcome their old captain back. Then as he locked eyes with the gold ones of the new captain, he realised that things were not going to be mended so easily.

"Well, aren't you guys going to say hello?"

Rei watched him calmly before complying in a clipped but polite tone. "Hello Tala, long time no see. How have you been?"

Tala smirked at the obvious detest in those few words but before he could comment, he was interrupted by the feisty rose-haired goalkeeper.

"What are you doing here, traitor?" she growled, lunging at him, but was held back by the captain.

"Awww now Mariah that is not how you speak to an old friend, such as myself, now is it?"

"You're not a friend of ours, Valkov," Johnny spoke up; his face tight with controlled violence.

Beside him, Spencer nodded. "Go away, Valkov, we don't need or want your kind around here."

Tala placed his hand on his chest in a mock gesture of hurt. "You wound me guys. I thought I was a member of this gang."

"You're a Shark now, Valkov," Rei stated firmly.

Well not technically, but he supposed that info hadn't filtered down just yet. "I suppose the rest feel the same then?"

"Yeah. You're just lucky she isn't here," Mariah threatened.

"Where is she?"

Enrique shrugged his shoulders gracefully. "I don't know. Probably in detention somewhere."

Tala smirked. Things hadn't changed that much. There was some relief in that.

"Just be glad she isn't here, because once she sees you, you're gonna be six feet under," Mariah sneered. "Then again, better Amber than Ruin right? Because Ruin would destroy you in a heartbeat."

Tala rolled his shoulders, ignoring the prickle of unease. The door burst open and Tala jumped and jerked his head around, only to find Kenny squinting up at him. The small boy with messy hair, just shades lighter than chestnut and overly large glasses, carried his faithful laptop under his arm as he studied the scene. Usually, Max and Tyson would be with him but neither of them appeared, though Tala figured they'd appear soon.

When they didn't, Tala faltered. "Uh, hey Kenny where's Tyson and Max?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, Tala but I don't know where they are."

"Why are you not surprised to see Valkov here?" Mariah wondered.

Kenny shuffled to the back of the room and sat on the bench, opening his laptop so that the glare of the screen illuminated his face. "I already knew he was transferring. I just didn't know when he'd get here. Actually, this does seem a little fast. But his parents insisted that he come back and finish his education here."

Tala growled. "Kenny those files are supposed to be confidential."

"So Taly, you got in trouble and your parents sent you here?" Johnny McGregor taunted, violet eyes brimming with malicious glee.

Tala shot him a dark look, but before he had any chance to say anything, the door swung open for a second time. Tala turned, expecting to see Tyson and Max, but froze when Ruin stepped inside, hockey bag slung over her shoulder. As if sensing his gaze, she glanced up and those familiar brown eyes flared with rage, her lips coloured burgundy curled in distaste.

"Valkov," she greeted, sultry voice flat with disdain. "Who let you in?"

Bad things always came in threes and combined with Friday the 13th, Amber Benson figured she should just settle in for the upcoming apocalypse. The day had started off terribly when her alarm failed to go off—apparently, Ruin's phone battery dying was more important—and then, due to her lateness, she'd earned detention. First bad thing. Then due to her sick twisted humour, she'd laughed at the evil Math teacher because he'd tripped over his briefcase. It had been hilarious. Especially when he'd spilt his coffee over his starched white shirt. Comedy gold.

Except her laughing at the misfortune of the Math teacher resulting in her own fall downstairs on her knees. Johnny and Enrique had nearly keeled over laughing, which would have been some consolation, but then the Religion teacher passed by, thought she'd been praying—because people always prayed on the stairs—and congratulated her on her dedication to her faith. Her cheeks had burned for the next hour, especially since Johnny kept bringing it up.

She growled under her breath. Stupid guys. Her teammates sucked, well not all of them. Bryan, her cousin, and Spencer would never have laughed at her. Rei would have been a gentleman and helped her to her feet. Ozuma would have sneered but the issue would never have arisen again. Ruin would have winced in embarrassment and told her to get up. But the rest, the rest would have done the same as Johnny. Because they were assholes. But they were her brand of assholes so she couldn't complain too much.

She trudged along the quad, music blasting from the earphones nestled in her ears. So that left her with a third bad thing. The day was more than halfway over, so it needed to happen soon because she did not need it to hang like a spectre over her upcoming match. Knowing her luck, she'd break a leg. She really didn't want to break a leg.

Not against the Sharks.

She collided with a solid mass and bounced off.

With a gasp of indignation, she stared at the figure in her path. What the hell? She hated when people didn't look where they were going.

The boy turned and fixed her with dark eyes, shadowed by thick brows. Amber froze. There was a horrid blankness coldness emanating from those cold empty eyes, but she covered it with hostility. As she took in the menacing tanned face, with dark hair covered by a burgundy bandanna, the fog in her mind drifted away and she immediately recognised who he was.

Carlos.

Defenseman for the Sharks. She resisted the urge to step back. The guy was twice the size of her slender figure.

'Oh fuck, I'm in trouble,' she thought.

"Well, well, look what we have here. A li'l tiger cub," he taunted, voice gruff.

She braced her shoulders, ochre eyes flashing. This was her school, her home, she refused to be intimidated. "Huh, look it's a shark! A li'l fishy out of the water."

"Oh wait I remember you, you're the plague," he spoke thoughtfully.

"Plague huh, is that a new nickname? I gotta write that one down." She grinned brightly. She was gaining a reputation finally. No more nicknames about her height, the hockey league was finally taking her seriously. "So, what are you doing here? I doubt it was to inform me about my new badass nickname. FYI, in future, an email will suffice."

Carlos blinked. "No, I didn't come here to tell you that. I'm here to—" He froze, his face growing blank and he stepped back with a sniff. "Nothing, just passing."

Oh, well that was subtle. "See, had you been walking past the school, I would believe you. But it's the fact that you're inside the school walls, standing on the quad in the centre of the school grounds, that's making your words so hard to believe." She smirked at his flustered expression. "In fact it makes it seem like you're spying on us. Aww, is Hiwatari so worried that he's sent you to spy on us?" Her smirk widened into a grin of sheer delight.

So that was it. Carlos had been sent to spy on the Tigers. Oh, how lame! It wasn't good enough that he had Valkov feeding him information, but now he was spying on them. Then again Valkov had been a Shark for two years, his knowledge on Tiger tactics would be rather limited. So maybe they did need to spy.

Her expression became void of emotion. Typical, the Clonmel Sharks never played fair.

Carlos glared at her but it melted into a cruel smirk.

Amber cringed. The guy was looking at her like a lion inspecting his prey. Her heart thundered in her head, her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel her eyes widen. She tried to convince herself she wasn't scared or worried. Heck, she'd been in worse situations.

It was then, that she heard the second footsteps behind her and a nasal voice called out. "Hey, the team's in the changing rooms— Who's the chick?"

"Chick? Excuse me? Oh, please! And what happened to your voice? Did your mom mate with a bat?" Amber asked angrily, staring at the skinny teen with lavender hair that was split neatly in the middle and fell to his jaw. His face was narrow and pale with small beady eyes with a small mole under the left.

The guy growled low in his throat. "And who exactly are you?"

"None of your business, pipsqueak!" she shot back.

Carlos reached back to fix his bandanna. "She's the Plague."

The purple-headed boy smirked at her. "So you're the plague. Well, it's about time you were eradicated."

Amber gulped.

Tyson Kinomiya rubbed his stomach dejectedly. He had been kicked out of the cafeteria, and then Oliver kicked him out of the kitchen. It was just one excruciating blow after another.

"Awww, I'm sooo hungry. I'm gonna faint from lack of energy," he whined to nobody in particular.

The rest of his friends were in the changing rooms getting ready for practice, but how could they expect him to practice on an empty stomach? He took off his baseball cap then replaced it over his navy hair, ensuring the bill was at the back of his head.

He bunched up his fists and blew out a long breath. His stomach grumbled to remind him that it wasn't satisfactorily filled.

He headed past the library towards the sports arena. The area was relatively empty, the majority of students having gone into town to enjoy the freedom of a Friday evening.

Tyson glanced up at the sky which was overcast so that only the watery light of the sun filtered through. It was a good thing he was practising indoors today.

"Hey, Tyson!"

He glanced round to see his best friend Max Tate racing towards him dragging a reluctant Emily Davenport behind him. The bubbly blond with the usual permanent grin on his face slapped his arm around Tyson's shoulders.

"So-oh, what are you doing?"

Emily peered at Tyson from behind her glasses. "I thought you would be loitering around the cafeteria begging scraps?"

Tyson glowered at her. "I don't beg," he told her stiffly; then his face fell. "Oliver threw me out of the kitchen."

"That was so un-cool," Max sympathised, his blue eyes sombre.

"I'm so hungry."

With a sigh, Emily flicked her orange hair over her shoulders and rummaged in her bag. Withdrawing, she offered him a plainly wrapped bar.

"Hey thanks, Em." Tyson took it and began to immediately peel off the wrapper.

He stared at the cereal and fruit bar and sniffed it, then wrinkled his nose in distaste. "What is this?"

"It's a cereal bar. I got it at breakfast this morning."

"Uh, is it real food?" He stared at it as though it was something foreign to him.

Max laughed. "This is the first time I've seen Tyson reject food."

"Hey, who says I'm rejecting it?" Tyson shot back indignantly then began to chew slowly on the bar. "Hmm, tastes like cardboard."

Emily raised a brow. "How would you know?"

Max laughed, then a slight frown marred his face. "Um is that Amber?"

Tyson stopped glowering at a non-affected Emily and frowned as well. "Uh yeah, but who's that with her? Seems familiar."

"Aren't they Sharks?" Max asked, eyes narrowing as he quicked his pace.

Tyson nodded. "Yeah, now you mention that, that big guy is Carlos."

Emily followed them warily. "What are you two going to do? Do you want me to get the others?"

"No, we're just going to distract them so that Amber will only have one to deal with," Tyson offered.

"How will you distract them?" Emily wondered, sounding dubious.

"Who cares, Emily, as long as we do?"

Max nodded. "Tyson's right, we gotta help."

Miyami Kinomiya hitched her sports bag over her shoulder and made a face. She could have been in town with Sonia and Aspin, but nooo she had practice to go to. Practice for god sake. Who on earth put practice on a Friday evening before a big game?! She smirked. Oh yeah, that's right! Rei did! Evil captain, she thought with a sigh, then she glanced at her watch which she usually hid under a heap of bracelets.

With a yelp, she hurled herself down the stairs.

A few students grumbled as she almost barrelled into them but she ignored them and shoved open the large double PVC doors. She raced along the quad barely avoiding clumps of students returning from the town. Some called out a friendly hello but she didn't have time to talk to them, so she waved back and kept racing towards the sports centre at the end of the campus.

It wasn't a bad day she decided. In fact, it was a pretty nice evening. It wasn't too cold and it wasn't too warm, and she could taste autumn on the tip of her tongue. It was her favourite time of the year just because of the varied colours. As a designer and an artist, she was trained to notice things like colour and texture, and Autumn was full of them. A small smile curved her lips and she breathed deeply, enjoying the freshness of the air, the purity of it. She liked listening to the sounds of the golden and rust coloured leaves crunching under her converse.

Her eyes whipped up when she heard voices from up ahead.

She grinned as she caught sight of the familiar purple hair and big nose of Ian Petrovich and the tall broad-shouldered form of Michael Parker, both rushing towards the changing rooms.

"Yoders! Parker! Midget!"

Both boys looked around and stopped to wait for her.

"Hey Parker, if you squint your eyes, she almost looks like a silver blur."

"Ian, if you squint your eyes, everything looks like a blur," Michael deadpanned, irked by his short companion, and then he turned his gaze to the girl jogging to them.

"Hey Yami, what's up?"

"Late," she told them breathless.

"Yeah, so are we. Forgot all about this last-minute practice. I was in town with Beth when Ian reminded me," Michael said.

Miyami grinned at him brightly, her silver eyes glinting with mischief. "I guess you forget about everything when you're with the one you luuuv, eh?"

Ian's brows shot up at that and his crimson eyes widened, then narrowed as he caught the look of the discomfort in Michael's stone blue eyes but before they could tease, Michael held up a hand.

"Hey, is that Amber?"

Miyami's gaze whipped to her where her best friend was standing between two guys. "Yeah, but who is she with?"

"Well, they aren't from our team and as much as I'd like to see someone put the Irish wench in her- ow!" Ian broke off as he glared at Miyami, holding his arm where she'd punched him.

"We should go help her."

Miyami didn't need to be told twice, she set off at a brisk pace to reach her friend, looking up briefly to nod at Tyson and Max who joined her. She was itching to give someone a good ass whooping since she was still pissed about having a Friday practice session! And Rei was out since injuring the captain of the team before a big match was pretty stupid!

"Who are those guys?" she asked, as Amber stumbled back from the skinny one who was trying to hold her still.

"They're Sharks!" Emily told her breathlessly as she tried to keep up with them.

"Well they're ass deep in alligators now," the female Kinomiya muttered.

"You mean Tigers, idiot!"

Miyami scalded Ian with a look before rounding on the intruders. "Oi, you two!"

The two Sharks looked up irritated at being interrupted, then their eyes widened when they caught sight of the group of Tigers walking towards them each complete with stony expressions.

"Can't she ever stay out of trouble?" Ian complained as he struggled to keep up with the others, and why were they walking so fast? A good beating up might knock some sense into the brat and then maybe she wouldn't cause so much trouble.

Amber turned to see her teammates, including the midget surprisingly, running to her aid. She grinned at her two tormentors. Carlos had blanched while squeaky yelped before cursing. Both of them looked at her then turned back to the advancing group. It didn't take them very long to make up their minds. Not sparing a second glance, they raced towards the main gate leaving Amber in their wake.

"What did they want?" Tyson demanded.

"Trying to spy on us obviously," Ian growled.

"Well I knew we were good but this just proves it."

Everyone looked dubiously at Michael, and Max grinned. "That's the spirit Mikey. Let's get going, we're already pretty late now."

At this Amber snagged Miyami's wrist, and pushed back the bracelets to reveal the watch. She winced when she caught sight of the time. "Shit and I was going to be early for once."

"Why break the habit?"

"True, I suppose it's not going to come as much of a surprise to anyone if I'm late," she agreed. "Might give Dan a heart attack if I was early."

"What would surprise everyone if you didn't get into trouble at all someday."

Amber shot Ian a derisive look. "When you can stand taller than a metre stick, then you can talk to me."

"That made no sense," Ian protested. "She's not that tall herself, in fact, she's minute. That didn't make sense."

"Stop your whining Petrovich. You waste more time than enough arguing with her. When she's in this mood just leave her alone."

Amber cast a glance over her shoulder, but only out of habit. Not because she particularly wanted to see who it was. She already knew by the attitude that it was Kane Suzoru and yep, there he was with Ozuma Benson beside him. "Kane the pain! Hi Ozzy!"

Ozuma growled. "Quit calling me that. I feel I should be walking around in a comatose state and mumbling incoherently."

"Nothing new then," came the cheeky reply of Arista Belyaev, their number one Goalie.

At Arista's appearance, Miyami slowed her pace to link arms with her cousin. The silver-haired girls were well known for their antics. Both craved attention and they did it in the most imaginative of ways, but recently with her injury, Arista hadn't been attending practices, so it was nice to see her.

Kane gave Amber his version of the evil eye. "As I keep saying, if anyone's the pain it's-"

"So what are you doing out here Ris?" Michael jumped in, quickly diverting a fight.

"What, don't you want me out here Michael? Or is it that you think Mariah is a better goalie so you don't want me down to check out your replacement for me?" At Michael's expression, she quickly added, "Joke, Parker. I know Mariah isn't as good as me. No one can replace my brilliance in the net!"

"Yeah, because no one else has a head big enough to block the net."

"Ian, shut up or we tie you to the flag pole," Miyami snapped as Amber chuckled maliciously. "We'd do it, don't try us!"

"We just need the right motivation," Arista said. "All you have to do is open your mouth."

"I'm quite partial to sticking a diaper over his face, to catch all the shit that's coming out of his mouth!" Amber declared nonchalantly.

Kane and Michael exchanged grins, accepting it as routine. Ian annoyed the girls, they ganged up on him, insults were thrown, the sun rose, the sunset, all was right with the world.

"Yup, it's a well-proven fact that Ian is the single-handedly the biggest cause of air pollution," Arista pointed out, taking a deep breath as she hobbled into the sports complex.

"Leave Ian alone," Ozuma muttered. "He always starts sulking and then he plays shit and you have a big game coming up tonight."

The three girls sighed heavily before agreeing to stop bullying the midget. "Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. I have got to admit I actually miss hanging out with you guys. I even miss practice."

"Oh don't say that!" Amber groaned. "Practice is cruel."

"Yeah but going to practice means you get to play," Arista argued with a wistful tone.

Ozuma sighed heavily. "Trust me, we miss you too. The team just isn't the same without you. Mari's great and all, but I think she misses cheerleading too much. At least when she was riding the pine pony she had more time to practice her cheers."

Amber suddenly realised that the changing rooms were eerily quiet. "Is practice on or not?"

Miyami froze, while Tyson cocked his head.

"Emily, you said practice was on!" Max whined, turning betrayed blue eyes on his friend. At her arched look, he sheepishly grinned. "Well, then maybe everyone's really quiet."

Ozuma and Amber exchanged glances. "That'll be a first."

"Move." They all scattered as Bryan Malkovich strode past them and into the changing rooms. With a mutual glance, they all filtered in after the tall lavender haired male and stopped when they caught sight of their half changed team standing there.

"Um… who died?" Amber asked bemused by her team's actions.

She followed their gaze and her expression darkened when she caught sight of her room-mate pinning another Shark to the wall by his throat. Ruin gave Amber a cruel smile.

"No one, but Valkov's about to."

TBC

A.N. Well what does everyone think?

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