I own Maeve, Brendan, Scythe, Faye and Delphine. Reena and Vironise belong to Silverwolf043. Everything else belongs to the people who own Beyblade. Not me.
~*~
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Ray stopped as he walked along the corridor of Bitson Manor.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Everyone else had gone to the local town to do some shopping, including Kai, much to everyone's surprise. Probably something to do with Reena. He had decided not to go, as he'd wanted to have a shower. When they had awoke Maeve had left.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Perhaps she was back?
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Ray's amber eyes peered round a door into the training room. Maeve was indeed back. Ray turned slightly red at what she was wearing. A black sports bra and a pair of black judo trousers. He noticed, not for the first time, just how well developed her young body was, how slim and muscular she was, the way her soft hair swung from side to side as she high kicked the punch bag.
He had seen Maeve fight on many occasion since she had joined the team. She had laughingly told him that her secret was a good diet, daily training and being on first name terms with the Master Vampire and Alfa werewolf.
He hoped she was joking about the vampires and werewolves.
"Hello Ray. What to you want?"
Ray had been expecting that. Maeve had a disturbing habit of doing things like that. She knew who was at the door with out opening it. As soon as the phone rang she knew who it was, on a good day she phoned you at least five minutes before you rang her.
"Err," started Ray, "have you got a hairbrush? Only I can't find mine"
Maeve spun round quickly, and bit her lip when she saw Ray. Dripping wet with only a towel wrapped round him, she could feel herself going week at the knees. His black hair was unbound and hung down to the ground.
"Maeve?" Asked Ray again, gripping his towel in embarrassment.
Maeve continued to stare. "Muwaaaaaaayes." She managed. "Yes, I do. Yes hairbrush. I have brush for hair!" She stuttered and in a high, tight voice. "Follow me."
As she walked swiftly to her bed room she berated herself mentally. 'Great! Just great Maeve! Bloody hells! Why'd you have to go all gooey about Ray!? He's a human, non mage, not magic!! It'll never work out! They never do! Remember what happened last time!? Last time you tried to get close to humans they stoned you!! As soon as they know all they need to know they'll dump you! All they care about is making sure Reena's safe!!'
Maeve shook her head sadly. 'You'll have to leave them, Maeve old girl. The don't understand the Duty. I must not get feelings like this.' She sighed and looked back to Ray. 'He doesn't care for me, just for Reena. And I shouldn't care for him' she though bitterly.
'But then. . . . . .why do I.'
~*~
"Here ya go." She passed him her hairbrush to Ray.
"Thanks." He treated her to a smile. He had a wonderful smile. He started to brush his hair in her mirror. Maeve retreated to the door to watch.
"Have you ever decided to have it cut?" She asked after a while.
"No not really." Answered Ray, not looking at her. "I like it like this. It's traditional."
"You like tradition?"
"It reminds me of being back home." He looked at her in the mirror. "Are your traditions doing spells in the forest with no clothes on?" He asked her, only half joking.
Maeve wrinkled her nose. "Technically it's called 'sky clad' and it's not necessary!" She snapped.
"Okay, okay. Take it easy, I was only asking."
'Oh were you?' Maeve though bitterly. Nether of them said anything for a while, Maeve simply watching the brush go through those silky tresses. She found herself wishing she could run her fingers through it, smell it, feel it, bring her hand round the back of his head, through that wonderful hair and press his lips softly against hers. . .
"You have beautiful hair." She sighed. Ray stiffened.
"What!?"
Maeve froze. Damn!
"Err, your hair. I. . .know of lots of. . .girls who would. . .kill to have hair like yours."
Double Damn!
"Ray gave her a sceptical look. "Riiiigggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttttttttt."
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
Ray tied his hair up in it's usual wrap and presented the brush to her. "Thanks."
Maeve found she couldn't look him in the eye. "Your welcome."
"I'd better go and get dressed before the others get back, eh?"
"Yeah." Whispered Maeve, staring at the hair brush.
Ray walked passed her leaving Maeve alone in the room, staring at the hair brush. She raised it to her cheek and ran the handle where Ray had held it along her cheek, tears pricking her eyes.
"Why dose he make me feel this way?" She asked quietly.
~*~
Brendan flew through her bedroom window and landed on her bedside table. Maeve quickly rubbed away the tears.
"So that was him?" Asked Brendan. "Well, he's certainly a handsome boy. Dose he normally walk round wearing only a towel?"
Maeve turned scarlet. "No!"
"Bet you wish he did."
"Shut up!"
"Well I'd better be going, the misses will kill me if I don't come back soon. When's this tournament again?"
"We go to London in two days." Maeve told him. "Say hi to Sillin for me."
"Will do." And with that Brendan flew away. Maeve sighed and got changed into her battle clothes. A pair of tight black jeans, black, high heeled boots with silver buckles. A tight black top with long, baggy selves. Her hair was already in it's usual high plat so she didn't need to do anything there. She pulled on her black gloves and spent a few moments debating weather or not to where her sword belt. She decide to wear it and wrapped the black leather around her waist and did the silver swan buckle up tight.
Suitably dressed she grabbed her black and red beyblade, Scythe and her black and white launcher and made her way back to her training room.
~*~
"Vironise! Icy Claw!" Screamed Reena at her beyblade. The purple wolfs attack began to rip into Scythe. She could see the look of horror on Maeve's face. Reena smiled. "Give up?" She asked her team mate.
Maeve treated her to an evil grin. "You wish. You're gonna regret trying to take us down. Scythe! Final Reality!"
The blade began to spin faster and faster until there was an explosion of white light. A red and black shape took form from the light. Maeve's bitbeast, Scythe. But something was different, instead of his usual Scythe that earned him his name he had a long sword that burned with black fire. He raised it and brought it down on top of Reena's blade, there was a blinding flash of red light and Vironise went flying from the ring and crashed into the far wall. Scythe still in the middle of the dish, spinning.
"What do you think of my new attack then?" A smug Maeve told a shocked Reena, as she went to reclaim her blade. Scythe flew out of the ring and into Maeve's hand.
"Well done." Kai told Maeve from his little corner where he had been watching. "Reena, I can't believe that you didn't see that coming!"
"Hey, gimme a break will ya!" Reena turned to her team mate. "Wicked attack Maeve-Maeve?"
Maeve was standing stock still, her eyes staring blankly ahead. "No." She whispered. "Not now. Not her!"
She took from the room as quick as lightening, ignoring her companions queries about what was wrong. She ran along the corridor till she came to the top of the stairs. The stairs over looked the large front door of Bitson Manor. The doors were now starting to open and from them floated a familiar and mocking voice.
"Hallo Sear-fee."
Maeve narrowed her eyes that burned with green fire. "Delphine! What the bloody hells are you doing here!"
~*~
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Ray stopped as he walked along the corridor of Bitson Manor.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Everyone else had gone to the local town to do some shopping, including Kai, much to everyone's surprise. Probably something to do with Reena. He had decided not to go, as he'd wanted to have a shower. When they had awoke Maeve had left.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Perhaps she was back?
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Ray's amber eyes peered round a door into the training room. Maeve was indeed back. Ray turned slightly red at what she was wearing. A black sports bra and a pair of black judo trousers. He noticed, not for the first time, just how well developed her young body was, how slim and muscular she was, the way her soft hair swung from side to side as she high kicked the punch bag.
He had seen Maeve fight on many occasion since she had joined the team. She had laughingly told him that her secret was a good diet, daily training and being on first name terms with the Master Vampire and Alfa werewolf.
He hoped she was joking about the vampires and werewolves.
"Hello Ray. What to you want?"
Ray had been expecting that. Maeve had a disturbing habit of doing things like that. She knew who was at the door with out opening it. As soon as the phone rang she knew who it was, on a good day she phoned you at least five minutes before you rang her.
"Err," started Ray, "have you got a hairbrush? Only I can't find mine"
Maeve spun round quickly, and bit her lip when she saw Ray. Dripping wet with only a towel wrapped round him, she could feel herself going week at the knees. His black hair was unbound and hung down to the ground.
"Maeve?" Asked Ray again, gripping his towel in embarrassment.
Maeve continued to stare. "Muwaaaaaaayes." She managed. "Yes, I do. Yes hairbrush. I have brush for hair!" She stuttered and in a high, tight voice. "Follow me."
As she walked swiftly to her bed room she berated herself mentally. 'Great! Just great Maeve! Bloody hells! Why'd you have to go all gooey about Ray!? He's a human, non mage, not magic!! It'll never work out! They never do! Remember what happened last time!? Last time you tried to get close to humans they stoned you!! As soon as they know all they need to know they'll dump you! All they care about is making sure Reena's safe!!'
Maeve shook her head sadly. 'You'll have to leave them, Maeve old girl. The don't understand the Duty. I must not get feelings like this.' She sighed and looked back to Ray. 'He doesn't care for me, just for Reena. And I shouldn't care for him' she though bitterly.
'But then. . . . . .why do I.'
~*~
"Here ya go." She passed him her hairbrush to Ray.
"Thanks." He treated her to a smile. He had a wonderful smile. He started to brush his hair in her mirror. Maeve retreated to the door to watch.
"Have you ever decided to have it cut?" She asked after a while.
"No not really." Answered Ray, not looking at her. "I like it like this. It's traditional."
"You like tradition?"
"It reminds me of being back home." He looked at her in the mirror. "Are your traditions doing spells in the forest with no clothes on?" He asked her, only half joking.
Maeve wrinkled her nose. "Technically it's called 'sky clad' and it's not necessary!" She snapped.
"Okay, okay. Take it easy, I was only asking."
'Oh were you?' Maeve though bitterly. Nether of them said anything for a while, Maeve simply watching the brush go through those silky tresses. She found herself wishing she could run her fingers through it, smell it, feel it, bring her hand round the back of his head, through that wonderful hair and press his lips softly against hers. . .
"You have beautiful hair." She sighed. Ray stiffened.
"What!?"
Maeve froze. Damn!
"Err, your hair. I. . .know of lots of. . .girls who would. . .kill to have hair like yours."
Double Damn!
"Ray gave her a sceptical look. "Riiiigggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttttttttt."
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
Ray tied his hair up in it's usual wrap and presented the brush to her. "Thanks."
Maeve found she couldn't look him in the eye. "Your welcome."
"I'd better go and get dressed before the others get back, eh?"
"Yeah." Whispered Maeve, staring at the hair brush.
Ray walked passed her leaving Maeve alone in the room, staring at the hair brush. She raised it to her cheek and ran the handle where Ray had held it along her cheek, tears pricking her eyes.
"Why dose he make me feel this way?" She asked quietly.
~*~
Brendan flew through her bedroom window and landed on her bedside table. Maeve quickly rubbed away the tears.
"So that was him?" Asked Brendan. "Well, he's certainly a handsome boy. Dose he normally walk round wearing only a towel?"
Maeve turned scarlet. "No!"
"Bet you wish he did."
"Shut up!"
"Well I'd better be going, the misses will kill me if I don't come back soon. When's this tournament again?"
"We go to London in two days." Maeve told him. "Say hi to Sillin for me."
"Will do." And with that Brendan flew away. Maeve sighed and got changed into her battle clothes. A pair of tight black jeans, black, high heeled boots with silver buckles. A tight black top with long, baggy selves. Her hair was already in it's usual high plat so she didn't need to do anything there. She pulled on her black gloves and spent a few moments debating weather or not to where her sword belt. She decide to wear it and wrapped the black leather around her waist and did the silver swan buckle up tight.
Suitably dressed she grabbed her black and red beyblade, Scythe and her black and white launcher and made her way back to her training room.
~*~
"Vironise! Icy Claw!" Screamed Reena at her beyblade. The purple wolfs attack began to rip into Scythe. She could see the look of horror on Maeve's face. Reena smiled. "Give up?" She asked her team mate.
Maeve treated her to an evil grin. "You wish. You're gonna regret trying to take us down. Scythe! Final Reality!"
The blade began to spin faster and faster until there was an explosion of white light. A red and black shape took form from the light. Maeve's bitbeast, Scythe. But something was different, instead of his usual Scythe that earned him his name he had a long sword that burned with black fire. He raised it and brought it down on top of Reena's blade, there was a blinding flash of red light and Vironise went flying from the ring and crashed into the far wall. Scythe still in the middle of the dish, spinning.
"What do you think of my new attack then?" A smug Maeve told a shocked Reena, as she went to reclaim her blade. Scythe flew out of the ring and into Maeve's hand.
"Well done." Kai told Maeve from his little corner where he had been watching. "Reena, I can't believe that you didn't see that coming!"
"Hey, gimme a break will ya!" Reena turned to her team mate. "Wicked attack Maeve-Maeve?"
Maeve was standing stock still, her eyes staring blankly ahead. "No." She whispered. "Not now. Not her!"
She took from the room as quick as lightening, ignoring her companions queries about what was wrong. She ran along the corridor till she came to the top of the stairs. The stairs over looked the large front door of Bitson Manor. The doors were now starting to open and from them floated a familiar and mocking voice.
"Hallo Sear-fee."
Maeve narrowed her eyes that burned with green fire. "Delphine! What the bloody hells are you doing here!"