The Dranon Heiress
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade
A/N: soooooooooooo ...... I've just heard from my friends that I am seriously evil to myself in my fics. Or, at least, to the main OC, which is usually either me or one of my friends anyway. Doesn't make much of a difference because I'm evil either way.
So anyways, enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all at the end!
---- Chapter Eleven ----
If someone told her, three weeks ago, that she would be sitting in the hospital gardens, regretting words she had said to a guy, Chika would have ripped their heart out still pumping. And yet here she was, doing exactly that, because of something she had overheard later on after she had lost her temper with Kai.
It had been those other Bladebreakers, Rei, Max, Takao and Kenny. They were passing her window when she was sitting there, reading, and she had caught snatches of their conversation.
"That was the fourth time," Max had said. "I don't think I want to go back to all those death threats Ketsueki-san gives us every time we go NEAR the room."
"Aw, come on," Takao replied with the tiniest hint of a whinge. "Do this for Sourpuss!"
"Yeah, he didn't carry her all the way back inside to wait for ambulance for nothing, especially after Ketsueki-san just left her there."
"AND he almost burned himself out because he was so angry."
She didn't hear any more after that. Rika had closed the window abruptly and drawn the curtains with a snap. When Chika asked whether it had been true, the girl replied that it wasn't necessary that she know and that she should concentrate on rebuilding Dranon's power to heal herself and get back in shape in order to go back to England.
So here she was, sitting in exactly the same spot she had been when Kai visited three days ago. This was her 'private time' again, which she spent developing and drawing Dranon's power like Rika said. Though she didn't really want to go back to England, she couldn't pretend that her wounds would never heal, because her father knew. He knew exactly how long it took for every wound he inflicted on her to heal.
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Kai found himself walking away from the college, letting his legs do the walking while his mind wandered elsewhere. The Majestics, White Tigers, All Stars and Demolition Boys had taken leave of the college and returned to their respective countries. Mao and Emily sent their best wishes to Chika and asked her to think about what they told her. He didn't understand what they meant, but they said she would.
He hadn't visited her for three days - she had been in hospital for almost a week now - and he wondered if he had done a bad job being nice. After all, it was a new experience. Or maybe it was just that she, like him, didn't appreciate sympathy when she was angry or hurt.
//Where am I going anyway?//
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up. It was the hospital.
//What the hell?// he thought //All right, I'm getting out of here//
He went off to find someone to battle and test out his Dranzer X, but as he turned around to go, a pair of angry, purple-red eyes glared at him icily. He blinked once and held his ground. Ketsueki Rika held up her right hand in a claw and pressed the tips of the nails onto his skin. He didn't wince as the nails pierced through and drew blood.
"I have my orders," she hissed. "If you talk to her, or even see her, I'll have to kill you."
"I was going, before you stopped me," he shot back. "I don't appreciate my way being blocked. Get out of my way, before I really hurt you."
"You can't hurt me," she said in that same, cold tone.
"Suit yourself."
She drew her hand back as he walked away, looking bemused and unimpressed. He wasn't frightened of her, or her death threats, like normal people were. There was something different about him - and it reminded her strongly of Chika, the same stubborn, don't-give-a-damn attitude and confidence in bearing.
It made him all the more dangerous to them.
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A quiet, dark figure stood on the roof, clutching at the wire fencing with one hand, slender fingers clenched around the metal. A breeze swept up the black hair and cream coloured robes. Unconcernedly, the figure tucked a lock of loose hair back behind their ear with their free hand and kept staring. Both arms were out of their casts now, but the bandages remained.
The roof was good for many reasons. One, it provided a good, clear view of everything down below. It had proven useful for spying on people without being noticed. Another was that hardly anyone bothered to come here, so one could find a lot of privacy sitting on the roof. The last had nothing to do with how much it helped. The breeze was best here and the most comfortable. It always felt good to stand up on the roof and feel the breeze run through each strand of hair.
At least, that was what WOULD have been good about it, if Chika hadn't been expecting someone there. She was two minutes early, having come out of getting her casts taken off by the surprised doctors. She had healed faster than they'd imagined and it was considered a near miracle. Her cuts, however, remained heavily bandaged, as the skin had not begun to heal properly yet. The fractured rib was fine, if not a bit sore.
Another minute ticked by. Soon, an hour of her free time would be up. Her days left in Japan were definitely numbered. Even though she had travelled the world, met many people and seen many things, Japan had to be her favourite. Or, at least, the one she would not be able to forget it as easily as the other places. So many things had happened here, which she hadn't expected.
The last minute of the hour ticked by.
"Been waiting long?"
Someone was breathing next to her ear. With a barely audible sigh, she let go of the fence and slipped away quickly. Then she turned around to face the newcomer.
"Kaika-kun," she greeted rigidly.
"Chika-san," he greeted in light tones.
At her straight, unyielding stance, he had to laugh. It wasn't a warm, friendly laugh though, but a mocking, jeering one. He was undoubtedly good- looking, with emerald eyes and dark brown hair and his fringe hanging partly over his eyes. If her attention hadn't been previously occupied, Chika would have said he was attractive.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Your father, the count, sent me to keep you company here," he said. "He seems to think that you'll get yourself into trouble again."
"He always does."
"Not unlike the time we first met."
She turned away from him and clutched the fences with both hands.
"I don't want to be reminded."
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BBA Search Engine, key words: bit-beast + blood + attack
1 search result found: Firix
'A phoenix bit-beast, partnered with the legendary Dranon, of both fire and blood. Wielded only by ones without emotion. The current holder is Ketsueki Rika, team mate of Chika Dranon, of the Deadly Terror team.
'The origins of this bit-beast is unknown, but it first appeared ten years ago, when the Deadly Terror team first emerged. The Beyblade to which it belongs contains a phial of Ketsueki Rika's own blood, which she was rumoured to have drawn from her own heart. However, these particular rumours have not been confirmed.
'When Firix attacks the opponent's Beyblade, similar injuries arise on the opponent themselves, thus making it so that even some of the strongest Beybladers cannot withstand the power and ferocity of its attack.'
Rei hit the 'escape' key and pushed away from the computer aggressively. That was the only information in the whole of the BBA files about Rika's bit-beast. From what little there was, however, he could tell that she was an inhumane, deadly opponent who could not be taken lightly, at cost of one's life.
The passage also said: wielded only by ones without emotion. That meant, Rika was probably the only person in the whole college who could actually harness the incredible, destructive power. Even Chika, at her present state, would not be able to stand up to her. That was incredible power indeed. If Driger couldn't stand up to Wolborg, how could he even THINK about trying to defeat Rika in an all-out Beyblade battle?
"I'll train, then," he decided aloud. "Kai's training to defeat Chika, then I'll train for Rika."
"Good for you, dude," the person next to him muttered. "Now please shut up!"
---- End of Chapter Eleven ----
A/N: That took a long time.
If you wanna know who Kaika (a.k.a. Marco) is, then you'll have to keep reading!
REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!
Bittersweet Angel Chika
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade
A/N: soooooooooooo ...... I've just heard from my friends that I am seriously evil to myself in my fics. Or, at least, to the main OC, which is usually either me or one of my friends anyway. Doesn't make much of a difference because I'm evil either way.
So anyways, enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all at the end!
---- Chapter Eleven ----
If someone told her, three weeks ago, that she would be sitting in the hospital gardens, regretting words she had said to a guy, Chika would have ripped their heart out still pumping. And yet here she was, doing exactly that, because of something she had overheard later on after she had lost her temper with Kai.
It had been those other Bladebreakers, Rei, Max, Takao and Kenny. They were passing her window when she was sitting there, reading, and she had caught snatches of their conversation.
"That was the fourth time," Max had said. "I don't think I want to go back to all those death threats Ketsueki-san gives us every time we go NEAR the room."
"Aw, come on," Takao replied with the tiniest hint of a whinge. "Do this for Sourpuss!"
"Yeah, he didn't carry her all the way back inside to wait for ambulance for nothing, especially after Ketsueki-san just left her there."
"AND he almost burned himself out because he was so angry."
She didn't hear any more after that. Rika had closed the window abruptly and drawn the curtains with a snap. When Chika asked whether it had been true, the girl replied that it wasn't necessary that she know and that she should concentrate on rebuilding Dranon's power to heal herself and get back in shape in order to go back to England.
So here she was, sitting in exactly the same spot she had been when Kai visited three days ago. This was her 'private time' again, which she spent developing and drawing Dranon's power like Rika said. Though she didn't really want to go back to England, she couldn't pretend that her wounds would never heal, because her father knew. He knew exactly how long it took for every wound he inflicted on her to heal.
--------
Kai found himself walking away from the college, letting his legs do the walking while his mind wandered elsewhere. The Majestics, White Tigers, All Stars and Demolition Boys had taken leave of the college and returned to their respective countries. Mao and Emily sent their best wishes to Chika and asked her to think about what they told her. He didn't understand what they meant, but they said she would.
He hadn't visited her for three days - she had been in hospital for almost a week now - and he wondered if he had done a bad job being nice. After all, it was a new experience. Or maybe it was just that she, like him, didn't appreciate sympathy when she was angry or hurt.
//Where am I going anyway?//
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up. It was the hospital.
//What the hell?// he thought //All right, I'm getting out of here//
He went off to find someone to battle and test out his Dranzer X, but as he turned around to go, a pair of angry, purple-red eyes glared at him icily. He blinked once and held his ground. Ketsueki Rika held up her right hand in a claw and pressed the tips of the nails onto his skin. He didn't wince as the nails pierced through and drew blood.
"I have my orders," she hissed. "If you talk to her, or even see her, I'll have to kill you."
"I was going, before you stopped me," he shot back. "I don't appreciate my way being blocked. Get out of my way, before I really hurt you."
"You can't hurt me," she said in that same, cold tone.
"Suit yourself."
She drew her hand back as he walked away, looking bemused and unimpressed. He wasn't frightened of her, or her death threats, like normal people were. There was something different about him - and it reminded her strongly of Chika, the same stubborn, don't-give-a-damn attitude and confidence in bearing.
It made him all the more dangerous to them.
--------
A quiet, dark figure stood on the roof, clutching at the wire fencing with one hand, slender fingers clenched around the metal. A breeze swept up the black hair and cream coloured robes. Unconcernedly, the figure tucked a lock of loose hair back behind their ear with their free hand and kept staring. Both arms were out of their casts now, but the bandages remained.
The roof was good for many reasons. One, it provided a good, clear view of everything down below. It had proven useful for spying on people without being noticed. Another was that hardly anyone bothered to come here, so one could find a lot of privacy sitting on the roof. The last had nothing to do with how much it helped. The breeze was best here and the most comfortable. It always felt good to stand up on the roof and feel the breeze run through each strand of hair.
At least, that was what WOULD have been good about it, if Chika hadn't been expecting someone there. She was two minutes early, having come out of getting her casts taken off by the surprised doctors. She had healed faster than they'd imagined and it was considered a near miracle. Her cuts, however, remained heavily bandaged, as the skin had not begun to heal properly yet. The fractured rib was fine, if not a bit sore.
Another minute ticked by. Soon, an hour of her free time would be up. Her days left in Japan were definitely numbered. Even though she had travelled the world, met many people and seen many things, Japan had to be her favourite. Or, at least, the one she would not be able to forget it as easily as the other places. So many things had happened here, which she hadn't expected.
The last minute of the hour ticked by.
"Been waiting long?"
Someone was breathing next to her ear. With a barely audible sigh, she let go of the fence and slipped away quickly. Then she turned around to face the newcomer.
"Kaika-kun," she greeted rigidly.
"Chika-san," he greeted in light tones.
At her straight, unyielding stance, he had to laugh. It wasn't a warm, friendly laugh though, but a mocking, jeering one. He was undoubtedly good- looking, with emerald eyes and dark brown hair and his fringe hanging partly over his eyes. If her attention hadn't been previously occupied, Chika would have said he was attractive.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Your father, the count, sent me to keep you company here," he said. "He seems to think that you'll get yourself into trouble again."
"He always does."
"Not unlike the time we first met."
She turned away from him and clutched the fences with both hands.
"I don't want to be reminded."
--------
BBA Search Engine, key words: bit-beast + blood + attack
1 search result found: Firix
'A phoenix bit-beast, partnered with the legendary Dranon, of both fire and blood. Wielded only by ones without emotion. The current holder is Ketsueki Rika, team mate of Chika Dranon, of the Deadly Terror team.
'The origins of this bit-beast is unknown, but it first appeared ten years ago, when the Deadly Terror team first emerged. The Beyblade to which it belongs contains a phial of Ketsueki Rika's own blood, which she was rumoured to have drawn from her own heart. However, these particular rumours have not been confirmed.
'When Firix attacks the opponent's Beyblade, similar injuries arise on the opponent themselves, thus making it so that even some of the strongest Beybladers cannot withstand the power and ferocity of its attack.'
Rei hit the 'escape' key and pushed away from the computer aggressively. That was the only information in the whole of the BBA files about Rika's bit-beast. From what little there was, however, he could tell that she was an inhumane, deadly opponent who could not be taken lightly, at cost of one's life.
The passage also said: wielded only by ones without emotion. That meant, Rika was probably the only person in the whole college who could actually harness the incredible, destructive power. Even Chika, at her present state, would not be able to stand up to her. That was incredible power indeed. If Driger couldn't stand up to Wolborg, how could he even THINK about trying to defeat Rika in an all-out Beyblade battle?
"I'll train, then," he decided aloud. "Kai's training to defeat Chika, then I'll train for Rika."
"Good for you, dude," the person next to him muttered. "Now please shut up!"
---- End of Chapter Eleven ----
A/N: That took a long time.
If you wanna know who Kaika (a.k.a. Marco) is, then you'll have to keep reading!
REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!
Bittersweet Angel Chika
