Beyblade: Triple Heart
By: ChocolateEclar
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of 'Beyblade,' which includes all teams and their bitbeasts, etc.
Claimer: I only own 'Triple Heart,' Palara, Mr. and Mrs. McClane, and Divine Intervention.
To anonymous: I like doing author's notes. They're fun to write! Thanks for reviewing! ^__^
A/N: Whoa, I've reached chapter 10! *does a dance*
Tasha: *looking at ChocolateEclar like she's insane*
Choccy: =P
Tasha: *sighs*
Chapter 10: The Aurora Mist
Kai opened his dark eyes slowly and growled at the sudden sunlight that hit them and the sight of the other boys throwing pillows at each other. He glanced at the clock on the wall and grumbled. It was about half past ten and he felt like sleeping late. As fate would have it, it was impossible to sleep in the same room Tyson was shouting, "I'm the Pillow King!" at the top of his lungs.
Tasha appeared at the doorway, her hands on her hips and a frown imprinted on her face. "Some people are trying to sleep you dimwits!" she shrieked. Her white hair was still in disarray and her eyes were still heavy with fatigue.
Tyson, Rei, Max, and Kenny's only response was to throw pillows at Tasha simultaneously. "Jerks!" Tasha yelled ducking out of the way. Palara growled and tackled Tyson, who had been attempting to fling another pillow at Tasha. Tasha then glowered and threatened, "Shut up or I'll whack some objects far heavier than pillows at your heads!"
Tasha and Palara then stomped back into their room, slamming the door behind them. Utter silence followed for a few moments before Tyson, Rei, Max, and Kenny burst out laughing.
Kai groaned and rolled onto his stomach.
Several pillows were thrown at his head.
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Tasha could hear a familiar snarl coming from the boys' room.
'Was that Kai?' purred Palara.
"Definitely," replied Tasha jumping onto her bed.
'I thought so. His voice is getting rather recognizable considering I heard it several times in your dreams last night.'
"What?!"
'There I was dreaming about fields of flowers and then I distantly hear Kai's voice,' explained Palara. 'I peeked into your dream and guess who I saw? Kai of course!'
It was Palara's turn to get whacked with a pillow. 'Ouch! What was that for?!' she yowled.
"For being a loud-mouth who looks into other people's private thoughts!" yelled Tasha. She was glaring menacingly at Palara.
Unfortunately, Tasha was still in her huge, blue, long-sleeve pajamas and their matching flaccid pants, so the effect was lost and Pal snickered. "Oh go jump off a bridge!" yelled Tasha turning away. This only made Palara laugh harder.
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Tasha and Rei launched their blades into the small makeshift dish the Bladebreakers had set up in the backyard after breakfast. Palara was sitting at Tasha's feet, a fresh bruise on her forehead. All Tasha would reply when asked about this was that, out of nowhere, an adequately sized dictionary had mysteriously hit Palara in the head. Palara grumbled and glared at Tasha who grinned innocently down at her.
Tasha and Rei's blades bashed into each other causing the horrid dish to flip over and the blades to cease spinning. Tasha sighed and picked up her blade. "I guess we should save the rest of our energy for the final match anyway," she said rehooking her blade to her belt.
Rei nodded. "Yea."
They walked back over to the others. "When are we leaving?" Tasha inquired.
"In an hour," replied Kenny. "Now, I have a few things I want to talk to you guys about. I believe it would be beneficial if Tasha didn't blade this time because of her connection with our opponents-"
"W-What?" Tasha stammered. "No way, Chief! This is my first time being with a team and making it to the finals, you can't just give me the boot like that!"
"I already said Tasha could go for me," Rei added.
"Besides, I've battled these guys! I'll be fine!" said Tasha.
"I'm not so sure you should considering you always freeze up around them," stated Kenny neutrally.
"I promise I'll be fine, Kenny! Just trust me!" yelled Tasha.
"All right, all right, you'd better keep your word though!" Kenny gave in.
"Thanks, Chief!" shouted Tasha happily. She gulped silently though. This was going to be harder than she thought.
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"Ready, Tipsy?" Mr. Dickenson asked his granddaughter alone right before the match.
"I think so, Grandpa, its just, I'm afraid I will freeze up around D.I!" yelped Tasha.
"Just do your best, dear, and remember what we've told you," Mr. Dickenson said.
"Thanks, Grandpa." Inside she thought, 'I'm definitely going to have to remember what Kai said about everyone having parts of their pasts they want to forget and that there's always people who can help.'
She took a deep breath and walking over to the others by the bench. This was it.
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Draciel vanished and Max's blade clanked out of the dish. "Draciel!" he yelled grabbing his beaten up blade.
Irving chuckled. "Looks like you and your demon lost," he said.
Max glared at him and sat back down on the bench. "Don't worry, Max. You did your best," pointed out Tyson standing up. It was one to zero and he was going next, his challenger would be Alexandra.
Alex smoothed out the wrinkles in her mini skirt and stepped forward. Her carroty hair ringed her face and her eyes shined. She prepared to launch her crimson blade, her painted nails shimmering in the spotlight.
Tyson, grinning, got out his silvery white beyblade and attached it to his launcher. Meanwhile, DJ Jazzman was saying, "With the score one to zero if the Bladebreakers lose this next round Divine Intervention will win!"
Tyson frowned at this. "No way we're losing!" he said.
"Bladers, ready? Three…Two…One! LET IT RIP!" roared DJ Jazzman.
Tyson and Alexandra released their blades, which danced across the dish and right into each other. "Come on, Dragoon!" yelled Tyson. His blade emitted sparks as it rammed Alex's blade backward.
Alex gritted her teeth and yelled, "You haven't won yet!" Her blade dodged Tyson's next attack and zigzagged across the dish.
"Dragoon, Phantom Storm Attack!" shouted Tyson causing a gray whirlwind to appear above his blade. The tornado whipped Alex's blade into the air.
Alexandra gasped. Melvin was standing behind her, glowering and his arms crossed. "I can't win, sir," Alex mumbled apologetically.
"No matter, Alexandra. Either way I'm going to knock Miss Triple Heart off her 'high horse,' " snapped Melvin.
Tasha gulped slightly and made quick eye contact with Palara. 'Sounds like fun,' Palara muttered dryly.
Alex's blade was thrown from the little twister straight out of the dish where it stopped. Alex huffed and went to grab her blade. Unfortunately, Melvin reached it first. He clasped it in his hands squeezed. A cranking sound ensued signaling the attack ring had most likely broke. Alex gaped. "M-Melvin," she whispered weakly her head dropping.
"Its up to you, Tasha," said Max.
"Talk about being under pressure," Tasha moaned. Her face was abnormally thin and pale so that it blended in with her colorless hair. She took a deep breath and stood up slowly. "I can do this. I can do this. I think I can do this. Oh, maybe I can't do this!" she whispered.
Kai glared at her sending her back on a positive train of thought. "I can do this?" she questioned softly. Kai simply intensified his stare at that. "Fine, fine, I can do this, Sourpuss!" she reiterated a tad irritatedly.
Tasha turned away breathing deeply. Palara followed her nervously. 'Its now or never,' the snow leopard bitbeast muttered.
They walked up to the dish together. 'Yes, now or never…' Tasha thought.
"So, how are you, Tasha?" Melvin inquired.
Tasha felt her face blanch, but she retorted, "Oh, shove it, Melvin."
Melvin made a 'tsk tsk' voice and wagged his finger at her. "Now, now, Tasha, there's no need to talk like that," he stated.
Tasha glowered and snapped, "I believe what you did to us justifies our behavior towards you."
"I see. I was only trying to help you that day but it seems-" began Melvin.
"You nearly killed us!" shrieked Tasha, her fists clenched. A low growl rumbled in Palara's throat as they glared at Melvin.
"Seems these two know each other," remarked Brad Best.
"No, really, Brad," said A.J. Topper sarcastically.
"Bladers, ready? This match will decide the winners of the tournament. Three…Two…One! LET IT RIP!" bellowed DJ Jazzman.
Palara rushed forward and combined with Tasha's blade just as she launched it. Both Melvin and Tasha's blades whizzed forward and collided.
"GO, PALARA!" roared Triple Heart. Her blade's velocity increased and the blade began to radiate the golden luminosity.
"Your Jungle Fever trick isn't going to work on me, Tasha," noted Melvin smirking.
"Who said I was using that technique?" rejoined Tasha. "PAL, AURORA MIST!"
Palara materialized above Tasha's pink beyblade and roared. The golden light surrounding the blade mixed with a rainbow of colors that were swirling around the bitbeast.
Meanwhile, Tasha's outline was glittering. A similar whirl of colors enveloped her and she smirked at Melvin. The rainbow 'flew' off of her and straight at Palara. The two splashes of colors combined so that Palara was completely covered by the blinding glow.
"Ready, Pal?" asked Tasha, her voice a little fainter than usual.
Palara nodded and growled at Melvin's blade. She pounced at it sending sparks everywhere.
"What's going on?" questioned Melvin in total awe.
"This would be our Aurora Mist attack. It's far stronger than any old mist though. It uses both of our energies to create an invincible force," answered Tasha. She was bending over slightly and had her palms resting on her knees. She looked horribly tired as she wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead. "Come on, Pal," she whispered. "Now its up to you to put our teamwork to the test."
Palara let out one last yowl before bringing her paw back for the 'kill' so to speak. Her paw shot back forward and all of the multicolored radiance was focused on that one strike. "Go!" shouted Tasha, standing straight up again.
Palara struck Melvin's beyblade.
The whole audience was blinded for a few moments by an opaque, white light. The Bladebreakers gasped and strained their eyes for any sign of Tasha and Palara. Soon the light faded and three figures could be seen.
The first was Melvin who was staring wide-eyed at his nearly destroyed beyblade. The last two were Tasha and Palara. Palara was rubbing against a collapsed Tasha 'cat style.' She purred insistently when Tasha didn't respond at first.
"Tasha!" yelled the other Bladebreakers coming towards the duo.
After a while Tasha looked up at them and smiled faintly. "Hi, guys," she muttered feebly.
"Are you alright?" Rei asked.
"I'll be fine as soon as the effects of having the life sucked out of me are gone," replied Tasha grinning.
"What was that attack?" Kenny inquired, his laptop open in front of him.
"Its just a powerful one we use when we really have to," answered Tasha. Palara had her blade clamped between her fangs and handed it to her. Tasha clutched it with shaky fingers and rested it in her sweaty palm. "I really should remodel this," she mumbled flicking the twin blades on the sides of it.
"I can help," said Kenny.
"We'll see," Tasha said trying to stand up. Her first attempt failed and Tyson and Max had to help her up.
"Thanks," she whispered. She reattached her blade to her belt and smiled at them. "Isn't Jazzman going to announce our victory," she complained softly.
"Now he is," said Rei pointing up at the man himself.
"Wow, folks, that was intense! The winners of this year's American Tournament are the Bladebreakers!" declared DJ Jazzman as the crowd erupted into cheers.
The Bladebreakers themselves grinned. "Who are we?!" shouted Tyson.
"Bladebreakers!" yelled Tasha, Rei, Max, Kenny, Kai, and even Palara.
Tyson laughed and raised his fist in victory.
'We actually did it, Pal,' Tasha said silently.
'Was there any doubt?' Palara inquired.
'Oh yea.'
Palara laughed. 'You were going to puke, weren't you?'
'Yep,' replied Tasha.
They smirked at each other and roared together, 'Another day, another victory! LET IT RIP!!!'
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A/N: *still dancing*
Tasha: *sighs again* You have psychological problems.
Choccy: I know. ^_^
Tasha: Right…-_-
A/N 2: Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tasha: That's a lot of explanation marks. -__-;;;
Choccy: ^.^ Bye, everyone!
Tasha: *grumbling about psychotic authors*