Hello, I'm not going to waste time with a big long intro because I'm in a
hurry. I have limited time to finish writing the first chappie so I'm just
going to do the disclaimer then get right to it, ok. Sorry! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters but all additional characters are mine. This might change a bit in future chapters about the additional characters thing. But in this chap they belong to me!
Chapter 1
It was in the early hours of the morning, about six. The sun had not yet come up and this was the usual time when Kai Hiwatari awoke from his slumber to start his early morning training. He had gotten dressed already and made his way down the stairs from his room to his own training room.
This was a daily routine for Kai, his grandfather had made him do this for years. But even now when his grandfather was away, out of Japan to America or somewhere. Didn't matter to Kai, he couldn't care less but he still kept up this morning routine. His biological clock was too well adjusted to it now; after all it had been trained to do so over many years.
He reached the door way and upon stepping in he heard a noise. Some one was already in there. The room was dark; the lights hadn't been turned on. He heard the echoing noise of a punch bag, bounce off the wall of the massive room. He looked in and scanned the room properly, his eyes adjusting to the dim and dull light shining in the window from the moon and stars. Which hadn't left the sky yet.
At the far side of the room he saw a shadow covered figure. About his height, perhaps a bit shorter, long white hair waved back and forth, swaying with the movements being made by its owner. It was a girl, Rika the new resident at the Hiwatari mansion.
She was attacking a larger punch bag, kicking and punching hard and viciously. As though she held something against the punch bag and was determined to make it feel pain if not death. Sweat streamed down her brow and face and dampened the front and back of her tank top. But could not be seen since everything she was wearing was black, from her trainers to her pants and to her tank top and of course the black fingerless leather gloves she always wore. Her long white, tied back hair flew in the air as she moved swiftly, quickly and violently but bounce back into place as soon as she reframed from this continuous pattern of belts, punches and kicks.
She stopped for a moment and stepped back a few feet from the bag, to see the damage she had inflicted upon it. And in deed she had done damage, it could hardly be recognised as a punch bag anymore. She just stood still for a moment, breathing in and out in short hard gasps se gritted her teeth angrily, not happy with her handy work at all. She growled for a moment, letting her anger and energy build up to max and as the growl turned into what sounded like a war cry she swung around and kicked the bag so hard it broke free of it's chain and went hurling into the wall across the room.
She stood again just looking at it but she was still unsatisfied. She fell to her knees exhausted, she was really exhausted but she wasn't going to let herself rest. No matter how much she begged. She lowered her head breathing in and out in rapid and desperate gasps for air. Her fringe drooped down over her face, covering her emerald green eyes and shading most of her face.
She felt a shadow come over her and she became aware of someone else's presence in the room, and standing right beside her. She looked to her right upon seeing a pair of trainers, red and black trainers. She raised her head up sideways to the right looking up at the blue haired boy who was towering over her.
" Here!" he said throwing a bottle of water to the floor beside her. She looked over at it for a moment, her mouth was dry and her throat scorched she wanted to drink but.
" No!' she refused shoving it away and out of her sight as she turned her face away from it.
" You need it!" he said, it was too obvious she did.
" I know, and I want it but I'm not going to have it!" she said still a little breathless.
" What?" he said rather than asked in his usual cold manner.
" I'm not going to . ." she started while trying to stand up. " .. have it . ." She said as she began to collapse from being weak. Kai quickly caught her.
" No, I need to do this, I need to learn!" she protested against him helping her. She pushed herself out of his grasp and began to walk towards the next punch bag, intending on destroying this one also. Only quicker than the other. But she was held back.
She turned her head around, looking over her shoulder. Kai was keeping a firm grip on her arm. " Let go!" she said trying to pull away but to no avail. She stumbled forward collapsing again. She was just to weak to even struggle against him or put up a good fight. She fell against him, being supported by his arm while the other secured itself around her waist in an effort to hold her up. Which worked nicely, she was fairly light, Kai noted seeing he had little but no trouble supporting her as she lay in completely against him. Even though she was still conscious and fully aware of the situation. She was just way too weak to get out of it or stand by herself. So she lazily leaned on him letting him do all the work.
Her breathing slowed down eventually and she sighed, subconsciously loving the softness and warmth of Kai's skin.
" What exactly are you trying to do to yourself?" asked Kai, not moving yet.
" What do you care?" she groaned, Kai pulled her up and lifted her off her feet. It was obvious she wasn't able to stand let alone walk up the stairs.
" Of course I care, I have to. If you get damaged I get blamed remember!" he said thinking back to when he'd first met Rika. He had been called back to Japan, from Europe by his grandfather for something. He had been in France at the time with the Bladebreakers, just travelling around Europe meeting old opponents and some new ones also.
He sat in the library staring into the flames of the open fire, wondering what his grandfather would call him back from Europe for. He'd hardly bring him all that way just to give him one of his usual beatings. Then the door opened, Kai immediately stood up waiting to greet his grandfather. Instead a girl walked in, she stood in front of him, her emerald orbs boring into him. She bowed respectfully to him as though she were a servant in the presence of her Master.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Master Kai!" she said as she bowed then looked up at him strangely. A look he'd never seen before, it was almost frightening but enchanting at the same time. " I am Hino Rika"
" What's the meaning of this?" Kai demanded of his grandfather. Rika had filled him in on how she got there, whom she was and why she was there, after discovering that Kai knew nothing of this.
" I don't need her, why?" he shouted His grandfather had brought her there for Kai. She was to go with Kai when he left with the Bladebreakers for tournaments or wherever and basically anywhere else he went.
" Just think of her as a gift, I give her to you!" replied his grandfather after filling Kai in on all he considered that Kai needed to know.
Kai wanted to argue. He didn't want her as a gift but he knew what would happen to both her and him if he refused anymore. And as much as he didn't want her as his own personal servant he'd never wish that upon her, nor bring it upon himself.
She was his responsibility now, like a child getting it's first pet. And truth be told she had kind of grown on him. She hadn't been anything like he had expected or anything like what he had seen that first night he'd met her. As soon as they had left Japan to head back to Europe the next morning and had gotten out of Mr Hiwatari's reach she changed. She became more open, laid back and playful.
At first, when she met the rest of his team she mostly kept her distance from them and only stayed around Kai, as though hiding behind him. She spoke to him and teased him even though he'd pay no attention to her and still act as his same old self. But she didn't mind, she felt safe around him this way and she trusted him, which in her case trust wasn't something she gave to too many people.
She didn't get in his way and did what he told her with out question, most of the time anyway. Depending on how serious the command was and he had discovered that she was an excellent blader. But he had yet to be introduced to her bit beast, which she had not revealed at all yet.
-Back to present-
" Oh yes that's right, think of how much trouble you'd be in if your newest toy got broken" she said blankly.
" I don't think of you that way!" he said back just as plainly
" Don't you?" she said not believing him
He said no more and continue carrying her up the stairs, entering her room he lay her down upon the bed. He was about to leave when he noticed something, blood. There was blood staining his white sleeveless shirt. He turned back to her. She was fidgeting uncomfortably with her knuckles, which were hidden away by her leather gloves. As he turned and saw her she stopped, hoping he hadn't noticed what she was doing.
He narrowed his eyes upon her and made his way back to the bedside.
" What are you . ?" she said trying to position her hands in away that he couldn't get at them but that wouldn't work, what could she do he'd seen her.
He took hold of her wrist firmly and forcefully held it out against her will and pulled off the glove.
" No," she warned
He sneered at what he saw. Her hands and knuckles were all covered in cuts, bruises and scars and blood both dry and fresh plastered to the skin and trickling down her wrist. " What's this?" he said looking at her. What had she been doing to herself?
" It's nothing" she said quickly while withdrawing her hand.
" Doesn't look like nothing to me!"
" Well it is, it's just from the training that's all, it will be alright once the blood stops. Then I'll clean it."
" No you wont, I'm doing it"
" I can do it myself!"
" I don't care, I don't trust you to. Not after what you said in the training room! About how your body needed it but how you weren't going to let yourself have it, when I offered you the water!"
" That was . " she began to raise her voice in annoyance
" No different, I'm doing it end of discussion
" Hn," was all she could mutter as she turned away pouting.
Kai hissed at her and then left to get what he would need.
She watched him leave just as his back disappeared out the door. Her face softened and she sighed exasperated for more than one reason. She took of her other glove and began massaging her knuckles to ease the pain while thinking a million things at once. She sighed again and lay down on the bed, the aftermath of her 'training' beginning to kick in. As she lay there starting at the ceiling everything went blurry and then darkness consumed her.
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Okay, maybe not the best place to end it but I'm in a hurry and I have to go. So I only have enough time to submit this then I'm gone so I'll see ya! ^_^ Oh and please don't flame me, I haven't had the time to review it properly and my minds all mixed up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters but all additional characters are mine. This might change a bit in future chapters about the additional characters thing. But in this chap they belong to me!
Chapter 1
It was in the early hours of the morning, about six. The sun had not yet come up and this was the usual time when Kai Hiwatari awoke from his slumber to start his early morning training. He had gotten dressed already and made his way down the stairs from his room to his own training room.
This was a daily routine for Kai, his grandfather had made him do this for years. But even now when his grandfather was away, out of Japan to America or somewhere. Didn't matter to Kai, he couldn't care less but he still kept up this morning routine. His biological clock was too well adjusted to it now; after all it had been trained to do so over many years.
He reached the door way and upon stepping in he heard a noise. Some one was already in there. The room was dark; the lights hadn't been turned on. He heard the echoing noise of a punch bag, bounce off the wall of the massive room. He looked in and scanned the room properly, his eyes adjusting to the dim and dull light shining in the window from the moon and stars. Which hadn't left the sky yet.
At the far side of the room he saw a shadow covered figure. About his height, perhaps a bit shorter, long white hair waved back and forth, swaying with the movements being made by its owner. It was a girl, Rika the new resident at the Hiwatari mansion.
She was attacking a larger punch bag, kicking and punching hard and viciously. As though she held something against the punch bag and was determined to make it feel pain if not death. Sweat streamed down her brow and face and dampened the front and back of her tank top. But could not be seen since everything she was wearing was black, from her trainers to her pants and to her tank top and of course the black fingerless leather gloves she always wore. Her long white, tied back hair flew in the air as she moved swiftly, quickly and violently but bounce back into place as soon as she reframed from this continuous pattern of belts, punches and kicks.
She stopped for a moment and stepped back a few feet from the bag, to see the damage she had inflicted upon it. And in deed she had done damage, it could hardly be recognised as a punch bag anymore. She just stood still for a moment, breathing in and out in short hard gasps se gritted her teeth angrily, not happy with her handy work at all. She growled for a moment, letting her anger and energy build up to max and as the growl turned into what sounded like a war cry she swung around and kicked the bag so hard it broke free of it's chain and went hurling into the wall across the room.
She stood again just looking at it but she was still unsatisfied. She fell to her knees exhausted, she was really exhausted but she wasn't going to let herself rest. No matter how much she begged. She lowered her head breathing in and out in rapid and desperate gasps for air. Her fringe drooped down over her face, covering her emerald green eyes and shading most of her face.
She felt a shadow come over her and she became aware of someone else's presence in the room, and standing right beside her. She looked to her right upon seeing a pair of trainers, red and black trainers. She raised her head up sideways to the right looking up at the blue haired boy who was towering over her.
" Here!" he said throwing a bottle of water to the floor beside her. She looked over at it for a moment, her mouth was dry and her throat scorched she wanted to drink but.
" No!' she refused shoving it away and out of her sight as she turned her face away from it.
" You need it!" he said, it was too obvious she did.
" I know, and I want it but I'm not going to have it!" she said still a little breathless.
" What?" he said rather than asked in his usual cold manner.
" I'm not going to . ." she started while trying to stand up. " .. have it . ." She said as she began to collapse from being weak. Kai quickly caught her.
" No, I need to do this, I need to learn!" she protested against him helping her. She pushed herself out of his grasp and began to walk towards the next punch bag, intending on destroying this one also. Only quicker than the other. But she was held back.
She turned her head around, looking over her shoulder. Kai was keeping a firm grip on her arm. " Let go!" she said trying to pull away but to no avail. She stumbled forward collapsing again. She was just to weak to even struggle against him or put up a good fight. She fell against him, being supported by his arm while the other secured itself around her waist in an effort to hold her up. Which worked nicely, she was fairly light, Kai noted seeing he had little but no trouble supporting her as she lay in completely against him. Even though she was still conscious and fully aware of the situation. She was just way too weak to get out of it or stand by herself. So she lazily leaned on him letting him do all the work.
Her breathing slowed down eventually and she sighed, subconsciously loving the softness and warmth of Kai's skin.
" What exactly are you trying to do to yourself?" asked Kai, not moving yet.
" What do you care?" she groaned, Kai pulled her up and lifted her off her feet. It was obvious she wasn't able to stand let alone walk up the stairs.
" Of course I care, I have to. If you get damaged I get blamed remember!" he said thinking back to when he'd first met Rika. He had been called back to Japan, from Europe by his grandfather for something. He had been in France at the time with the Bladebreakers, just travelling around Europe meeting old opponents and some new ones also.
He sat in the library staring into the flames of the open fire, wondering what his grandfather would call him back from Europe for. He'd hardly bring him all that way just to give him one of his usual beatings. Then the door opened, Kai immediately stood up waiting to greet his grandfather. Instead a girl walked in, she stood in front of him, her emerald orbs boring into him. She bowed respectfully to him as though she were a servant in the presence of her Master.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Master Kai!" she said as she bowed then looked up at him strangely. A look he'd never seen before, it was almost frightening but enchanting at the same time. " I am Hino Rika"
" What's the meaning of this?" Kai demanded of his grandfather. Rika had filled him in on how she got there, whom she was and why she was there, after discovering that Kai knew nothing of this.
" I don't need her, why?" he shouted His grandfather had brought her there for Kai. She was to go with Kai when he left with the Bladebreakers for tournaments or wherever and basically anywhere else he went.
" Just think of her as a gift, I give her to you!" replied his grandfather after filling Kai in on all he considered that Kai needed to know.
Kai wanted to argue. He didn't want her as a gift but he knew what would happen to both her and him if he refused anymore. And as much as he didn't want her as his own personal servant he'd never wish that upon her, nor bring it upon himself.
She was his responsibility now, like a child getting it's first pet. And truth be told she had kind of grown on him. She hadn't been anything like he had expected or anything like what he had seen that first night he'd met her. As soon as they had left Japan to head back to Europe the next morning and had gotten out of Mr Hiwatari's reach she changed. She became more open, laid back and playful.
At first, when she met the rest of his team she mostly kept her distance from them and only stayed around Kai, as though hiding behind him. She spoke to him and teased him even though he'd pay no attention to her and still act as his same old self. But she didn't mind, she felt safe around him this way and she trusted him, which in her case trust wasn't something she gave to too many people.
She didn't get in his way and did what he told her with out question, most of the time anyway. Depending on how serious the command was and he had discovered that she was an excellent blader. But he had yet to be introduced to her bit beast, which she had not revealed at all yet.
-Back to present-
" Oh yes that's right, think of how much trouble you'd be in if your newest toy got broken" she said blankly.
" I don't think of you that way!" he said back just as plainly
" Don't you?" she said not believing him
He said no more and continue carrying her up the stairs, entering her room he lay her down upon the bed. He was about to leave when he noticed something, blood. There was blood staining his white sleeveless shirt. He turned back to her. She was fidgeting uncomfortably with her knuckles, which were hidden away by her leather gloves. As he turned and saw her she stopped, hoping he hadn't noticed what she was doing.
He narrowed his eyes upon her and made his way back to the bedside.
" What are you . ?" she said trying to position her hands in away that he couldn't get at them but that wouldn't work, what could she do he'd seen her.
He took hold of her wrist firmly and forcefully held it out against her will and pulled off the glove.
" No," she warned
He sneered at what he saw. Her hands and knuckles were all covered in cuts, bruises and scars and blood both dry and fresh plastered to the skin and trickling down her wrist. " What's this?" he said looking at her. What had she been doing to herself?
" It's nothing" she said quickly while withdrawing her hand.
" Doesn't look like nothing to me!"
" Well it is, it's just from the training that's all, it will be alright once the blood stops. Then I'll clean it."
" No you wont, I'm doing it"
" I can do it myself!"
" I don't care, I don't trust you to. Not after what you said in the training room! About how your body needed it but how you weren't going to let yourself have it, when I offered you the water!"
" That was . " she began to raise her voice in annoyance
" No different, I'm doing it end of discussion
" Hn," was all she could mutter as she turned away pouting.
Kai hissed at her and then left to get what he would need.
She watched him leave just as his back disappeared out the door. Her face softened and she sighed exasperated for more than one reason. She took of her other glove and began massaging her knuckles to ease the pain while thinking a million things at once. She sighed again and lay down on the bed, the aftermath of her 'training' beginning to kick in. As she lay there starting at the ceiling everything went blurry and then darkness consumed her.
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Okay, maybe not the best place to end it but I'm in a hurry and I have to go. So I only have enough time to submit this then I'm gone so I'll see ya! ^_^ Oh and please don't flame me, I haven't had the time to review it properly and my minds all mixed up.