Hey ppls! Dis is foreva-urs here. Since I'm writing a joint fic wit
shinigami ( I m sooo soz if I spelt dat wrong!) I gotta write the second
chapter. Which is good thing, of course. Um, sorry about this ami, but I
had to think of a name for one of her brothers.... You can cum up with what
the other one is called, ok?
And no, I do not believe in disclaimers coz, obviously, if I'm writing this for f.f.net (which I am), I do not own beybladz. Duh.
I am dedicating this chapter to all those people in the world with unforgiving parents (don't even ask) :(
I've sed it b4 and I'll say it again: REVIEW OR GO TO HELL!!!!!!!!!
Lotsa luv,
~*¿*~foreva-urs~*¿*~
STEALING MY HEART
Ch.2 (my turn!)
Her indigo eyes stared out the window miserably. They were full of hatred and sorrow; a mood that mirrored the rainy day perfectly.
She was thinking about her fate. Or more accurately, her brothers.
You would think that here, over a hundred miles above the earth, all her troubles would be forgotten. They would be washed away into a silent abyss....
Unfortunately not.
Her brothers were still being held captive, and she would still have to steal if she wanted them alive tomorrow morning. Her slim fist slammed down onto the table next to her, causing a few of the planes passengers to look up at her strangely. It was the only way she could let out her anger. There was no one she trusted enough to talk to.... she had lost that a long time ago....
She felt a small hand tugging on the side of her black cargo pants. 'Tiamo?' The child asked in its tiny, wavering voice, and she only barely heard it over the noise of the plane. Her head turned, causing her long, red hair to swish slightly, and show its blue tips through the half bun it had been put up in.
'Riko?' She questioned, in an almost disbelieving tone, reaching out to pick the young boy up, 'How did you get here?'
Her brother squirmed a little in her arms, before smiling, and falling asleep. Tiamo sighed, brushing his silky blue hair out of his face tenderly. In the corner of her mind, she was itching to know where the other twin had got to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*And we hope you enjoyed the trip* The lady's crackling voice finished, and at that precise moment, HE came walking up to her.
'Damn.' Tiamo cursed under her breath, she had hoped she could sneak the twins out before he noticed her.
The man smiled flirtatiously at her, and took Riko out of her arms. She scowled at him, and turned to face the other direction, refusing to look him in the eye.
Now that they were out in the open, she could see him a lot clearer than before. He had short, spiky hair, with mysterious, ice blue eyes, that faded into a piercing black as he stared at her dangerously. He wore some loose fitting black jeans, a black shirt, and a long, black leather coat, that gave him a really sophisticated look.
Tiamo scoffed at the thought.
'I don't believe we were properly introduced earlier.' He told her, extending an arm for her to shake. She ignored it, and he briskly returned to his earlier position.
'My name is Michael. I won't ask yours, for I've already found that out.'
'Whatever. I don't care what your name is, and I don't care that you know mine. All I want to know, is where we are, and what I have to do to get them-' Tiamo pointed to her brothers, '-back home.'
Michael shrugged, and pointed to a sign that said "Rome". 'Does that answer your question?' he asked her in a mocking tone.
'Only one.' She told him, in an unusually calm voice that did nothing to hide her hatred for the guy.
'Listen,' he began, while walking with her to a secluded area of the airport, 'I won't be looking after you. Where you stay while you do this little task for me is your problem. Understand?'
Tiamo nodded.
'I don't know whether you are aware of this or not, but there are many rich families in Rome. And when I say rich, I mean, RICH.' His blue eyes started to twinkle with lust, 'All I need you to do is get me 10,000 dollars in a month. And for a girl with such expertise in the art of stealing, I doubt that should be much of a problem.'
He waited for the answer that never came.
'We will meet here, in exactly a month from now.'
'And my brothers?'
'They'll stay with me.'
'If they have so much as a bruise, then your life won't even be worth living.' She hissed at him, then turned, and disappeared into the masses of people.
Michael turned to face the young boys, 'She's a feisty one isn't she?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A lone girl wandered through the streets of Italy's capital. Much to her despair, she stood out from the crowd a lot. Everyone else was wearing bright, cheerful clothes, but the only colours Tiamo would be seen in would be red, black, and perhaps a little bit of purple. She had decided to let her hair down, and it was flowing out behind her like a waterfall of blood.
Then she saw him.
He had sandy blonde hair, that fell softly about his handsome features, and a cocky grin on his face. The boy was Beyblading some guy with dark, midnight blue hair, and a fire-engine red cap on. From what she could hear from the crowd around them, their names were 'Enrique' and 'Tyson'. Tyson was looking rather depressed, and it was obvious to anyone that he was losing.
'C'mon dragoon!' He yelled to his beyblade, urging it on, 'You can beat this snobby rich kid!'
Tiamo's ears perked up. Rich? This guy spoke her language.
Enrique didn't seem fazed however, and told his blade to 'finish him off'. Something it achieved with flying colours. Enrique merely smirked, and exited the arena with two sluts hanging off both his arms. Tiamo scowled, but after debating the issue over in her head, decided to follow him. How else would she find out where the money was?
First he insisted on taking the girls on a yacht for a couple of hours. Tiamo, of course, couldn't get on, and so allowed herself some sleep on the docking area until they came back, at which time the sluts insisted it was time for them to leave. So she wasn't the only gold-digger here then...
Enrique bent down to kiss both of the girls cheeks, before disappearing into the limo. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young girl, about his age, staring at him while leaning against one of the boats.
She made those chicks look ugly. She had long, red hair, with light blue tips, that had been left to cascade down her back elegantly, and had spell- binding indigo eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul. She was wearing a tight, blood red turtle-neck sweater, that was ripped to show her perfect midriff, and a pair of black, baggy cargo pants.
When she noticed Enrique watching her, her eyes widened, and she disappeared. Which sounds stupid, I know, but it's true. He even ordered the chauffeur to drive around the marina looking for her, but to no avail.
And so eventually he gave up. But in the back of his mind he knew that he hadn't seen the last of her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tiamo sat behind a large cruise ship, breathing heavily. How could she have been so careless? And allow him to see her like that? To say he looked impressed would have been an understatement, and even though she usually recognized that look the guys got in their eyes when they saw her and scorned; this time she got a certain thrill from it. A thrill she couldn't even begin to understand.
And it only increased every time she saw him.
Tiamo mused over the strange feeling for awhile, before setting out to find some information.
She had been walking aimlessly for awhile, before she bumped into someone.
'HEY! Watch where you're going!' The voice yelled at her, and she looked up from the ground groggily, with her ankle in pain. She saw a 15 year-old boy, with dark, spiky, blue hair, and crimson eyes that showed no other emotion save annoyance.
'I was.' Tiamo told him, choosing to leave some spaces blank.
'What do you mean by that? Are you saying I wasn't?' he demanded in a tone she could tell he used a lot.
She managed a smirk, 'I wasn't saying anything.'
Behind him, Tiamo could see another boy approaching them. This one had ebony black hair, with a ying yang bandanna on, and wearing traditional Chinese clothes. His face showed a lot of concern for her, and he rushed over to help her up.
'Um, thanks.'
The boy shrugged. 'No problem.' Then he turned to the guy that knocked her over, 'What the hell did you think you were doing Kai?'
Kai raised an eyebrow, 'I didn't do anything. This wench just wasn't watching where she was going. And what do you care about some street kid anyway, Rai?'
Rai chose to ignore that last comment, while Tiamo glared daggers into Kai, silently willing his heart to stop. If it hadn't of been for her ankle, this guy would've been dead by now. She cursed.
Tiamo did a double take when she felt Rai starting to pick her up. 'Whoa. No thanks, I'm fine.' She tried to tell him, while squirming around like mad in his arms, trying to get down. Rai just shook his head, and continued walking. 'We're getting you to the hospital.'
'Hate to interrupt, but the hospital is, like, a mile from here.' Kai remarked in an amused tone, 'And I doubt macho man over there can carry you that far. After all, you look quite heavy.'
'Well I guess you'll have to carry her half the way then.'
'No.'
'What? Are you too weak to carry a girl?'
Kai scoffed, 'Hardly.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Enrique sat on the edge of his red, satin bed, Tiamo's image imprinted into his mind.
He had to find her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, I have left my partner plenty of options in the complications department. Feel free to do whatever with the storyline, ok?
The stealing might be put on hold for awhile though......
And for all you readers out dere, if you don't review I hope you suffer a long, horrible death, and regret ignoring this message for the rest of your miserable life. But for those people that do, I luv y'all.
Enrique: Is that a good thing?
Shut up.
Lotsa luv,
~*¿*~foreva-urs~*¿*~
And no, I do not believe in disclaimers coz, obviously, if I'm writing this for f.f.net (which I am), I do not own beybladz. Duh.
I am dedicating this chapter to all those people in the world with unforgiving parents (don't even ask) :(
I've sed it b4 and I'll say it again: REVIEW OR GO TO HELL!!!!!!!!!
Lotsa luv,
~*¿*~foreva-urs~*¿*~
STEALING MY HEART
Ch.2 (my turn!)
Her indigo eyes stared out the window miserably. They were full of hatred and sorrow; a mood that mirrored the rainy day perfectly.
She was thinking about her fate. Or more accurately, her brothers.
You would think that here, over a hundred miles above the earth, all her troubles would be forgotten. They would be washed away into a silent abyss....
Unfortunately not.
Her brothers were still being held captive, and she would still have to steal if she wanted them alive tomorrow morning. Her slim fist slammed down onto the table next to her, causing a few of the planes passengers to look up at her strangely. It was the only way she could let out her anger. There was no one she trusted enough to talk to.... she had lost that a long time ago....
She felt a small hand tugging on the side of her black cargo pants. 'Tiamo?' The child asked in its tiny, wavering voice, and she only barely heard it over the noise of the plane. Her head turned, causing her long, red hair to swish slightly, and show its blue tips through the half bun it had been put up in.
'Riko?' She questioned, in an almost disbelieving tone, reaching out to pick the young boy up, 'How did you get here?'
Her brother squirmed a little in her arms, before smiling, and falling asleep. Tiamo sighed, brushing his silky blue hair out of his face tenderly. In the corner of her mind, she was itching to know where the other twin had got to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*And we hope you enjoyed the trip* The lady's crackling voice finished, and at that precise moment, HE came walking up to her.
'Damn.' Tiamo cursed under her breath, she had hoped she could sneak the twins out before he noticed her.
The man smiled flirtatiously at her, and took Riko out of her arms. She scowled at him, and turned to face the other direction, refusing to look him in the eye.
Now that they were out in the open, she could see him a lot clearer than before. He had short, spiky hair, with mysterious, ice blue eyes, that faded into a piercing black as he stared at her dangerously. He wore some loose fitting black jeans, a black shirt, and a long, black leather coat, that gave him a really sophisticated look.
Tiamo scoffed at the thought.
'I don't believe we were properly introduced earlier.' He told her, extending an arm for her to shake. She ignored it, and he briskly returned to his earlier position.
'My name is Michael. I won't ask yours, for I've already found that out.'
'Whatever. I don't care what your name is, and I don't care that you know mine. All I want to know, is where we are, and what I have to do to get them-' Tiamo pointed to her brothers, '-back home.'
Michael shrugged, and pointed to a sign that said "Rome". 'Does that answer your question?' he asked her in a mocking tone.
'Only one.' She told him, in an unusually calm voice that did nothing to hide her hatred for the guy.
'Listen,' he began, while walking with her to a secluded area of the airport, 'I won't be looking after you. Where you stay while you do this little task for me is your problem. Understand?'
Tiamo nodded.
'I don't know whether you are aware of this or not, but there are many rich families in Rome. And when I say rich, I mean, RICH.' His blue eyes started to twinkle with lust, 'All I need you to do is get me 10,000 dollars in a month. And for a girl with such expertise in the art of stealing, I doubt that should be much of a problem.'
He waited for the answer that never came.
'We will meet here, in exactly a month from now.'
'And my brothers?'
'They'll stay with me.'
'If they have so much as a bruise, then your life won't even be worth living.' She hissed at him, then turned, and disappeared into the masses of people.
Michael turned to face the young boys, 'She's a feisty one isn't she?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A lone girl wandered through the streets of Italy's capital. Much to her despair, she stood out from the crowd a lot. Everyone else was wearing bright, cheerful clothes, but the only colours Tiamo would be seen in would be red, black, and perhaps a little bit of purple. She had decided to let her hair down, and it was flowing out behind her like a waterfall of blood.
Then she saw him.
He had sandy blonde hair, that fell softly about his handsome features, and a cocky grin on his face. The boy was Beyblading some guy with dark, midnight blue hair, and a fire-engine red cap on. From what she could hear from the crowd around them, their names were 'Enrique' and 'Tyson'. Tyson was looking rather depressed, and it was obvious to anyone that he was losing.
'C'mon dragoon!' He yelled to his beyblade, urging it on, 'You can beat this snobby rich kid!'
Tiamo's ears perked up. Rich? This guy spoke her language.
Enrique didn't seem fazed however, and told his blade to 'finish him off'. Something it achieved with flying colours. Enrique merely smirked, and exited the arena with two sluts hanging off both his arms. Tiamo scowled, but after debating the issue over in her head, decided to follow him. How else would she find out where the money was?
First he insisted on taking the girls on a yacht for a couple of hours. Tiamo, of course, couldn't get on, and so allowed herself some sleep on the docking area until they came back, at which time the sluts insisted it was time for them to leave. So she wasn't the only gold-digger here then...
Enrique bent down to kiss both of the girls cheeks, before disappearing into the limo. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young girl, about his age, staring at him while leaning against one of the boats.
She made those chicks look ugly. She had long, red hair, with light blue tips, that had been left to cascade down her back elegantly, and had spell- binding indigo eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul. She was wearing a tight, blood red turtle-neck sweater, that was ripped to show her perfect midriff, and a pair of black, baggy cargo pants.
When she noticed Enrique watching her, her eyes widened, and she disappeared. Which sounds stupid, I know, but it's true. He even ordered the chauffeur to drive around the marina looking for her, but to no avail.
And so eventually he gave up. But in the back of his mind he knew that he hadn't seen the last of her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tiamo sat behind a large cruise ship, breathing heavily. How could she have been so careless? And allow him to see her like that? To say he looked impressed would have been an understatement, and even though she usually recognized that look the guys got in their eyes when they saw her and scorned; this time she got a certain thrill from it. A thrill she couldn't even begin to understand.
And it only increased every time she saw him.
Tiamo mused over the strange feeling for awhile, before setting out to find some information.
She had been walking aimlessly for awhile, before she bumped into someone.
'HEY! Watch where you're going!' The voice yelled at her, and she looked up from the ground groggily, with her ankle in pain. She saw a 15 year-old boy, with dark, spiky, blue hair, and crimson eyes that showed no other emotion save annoyance.
'I was.' Tiamo told him, choosing to leave some spaces blank.
'What do you mean by that? Are you saying I wasn't?' he demanded in a tone she could tell he used a lot.
She managed a smirk, 'I wasn't saying anything.'
Behind him, Tiamo could see another boy approaching them. This one had ebony black hair, with a ying yang bandanna on, and wearing traditional Chinese clothes. His face showed a lot of concern for her, and he rushed over to help her up.
'Um, thanks.'
The boy shrugged. 'No problem.' Then he turned to the guy that knocked her over, 'What the hell did you think you were doing Kai?'
Kai raised an eyebrow, 'I didn't do anything. This wench just wasn't watching where she was going. And what do you care about some street kid anyway, Rai?'
Rai chose to ignore that last comment, while Tiamo glared daggers into Kai, silently willing his heart to stop. If it hadn't of been for her ankle, this guy would've been dead by now. She cursed.
Tiamo did a double take when she felt Rai starting to pick her up. 'Whoa. No thanks, I'm fine.' She tried to tell him, while squirming around like mad in his arms, trying to get down. Rai just shook his head, and continued walking. 'We're getting you to the hospital.'
'Hate to interrupt, but the hospital is, like, a mile from here.' Kai remarked in an amused tone, 'And I doubt macho man over there can carry you that far. After all, you look quite heavy.'
'Well I guess you'll have to carry her half the way then.'
'No.'
'What? Are you too weak to carry a girl?'
Kai scoffed, 'Hardly.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Enrique sat on the edge of his red, satin bed, Tiamo's image imprinted into his mind.
He had to find her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, I have left my partner plenty of options in the complications department. Feel free to do whatever with the storyline, ok?
The stealing might be put on hold for awhile though......
And for all you readers out dere, if you don't review I hope you suffer a long, horrible death, and regret ignoring this message for the rest of your miserable life. But for those people that do, I luv y'all.
Enrique: Is that a good thing?
Shut up.
Lotsa luv,
~*¿*~foreva-urs~*¿*~
