The Dranon Heiress
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade (got it yet? Cos I'm not gonna put another one in!)
A/N: 13 is an unlucky number (to me, that is) and so I'll go through real quick with this one and lots of unlucky stuff is going to happen. For those of you who want me to STOP the Chika torturing, well, I'll do that at the end of the story (but it's not gonna be nice to her).
---- Chapter Thirteen ----
Chika stood just inside the gates to the BBA college, watching the students scurry by and comparing notes on their homework. She had been in hospital for over a week and was dropping out anyway, but she didn't know why she was drawn back here. The glass doors opened and five people walked out; four of them chatting happily while the fifth lagged behind. For the first time in her life, Chika felt her heart skip a little. Maybe she DID know why.
"Hey, Dranon-san!" The Bladebreaker, Max, called with a wave. "Hi!"
She nodded curtly back and walked past them to the remaining member. Kai stopped a metre away from her, with his trademark glare. It was obvious what that glare asked: 'what are you doing here?' She took a deep breath to calm her over-jittery nerves - this was, after all, the first time she had ever done this kind of thing before.
"I want to apologise," she said abruptly. "And to thank you."
"Oh."
"If there is anything you request -"
"A match."
"Pardon?"
"A match," he repeated. "I want to battle you."
There was no immediate reaction. Slowly, a smile began to spread over her lips, tugging further into a grin before she wiped it off again. Her eyes, which had begun to shine a bright blue, sparkled with life. Kai forced his jaw to stay closed at the change.
"If that's what you want -" she dipped her head in acknowledgment. "You decide the date and time of the battle. I'll be ready when you are."
"In four weeks," he replied swiftly.
"Four weeks it is," she agreed.
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His lips twitched upwards in a self-satisfied smirk. Ah, so HE was the one who had his fiancee going soft and dreamy. The kid actually looked like he could put up a decent fight, unlike the ones who had gone after her before. The smirk gave way to a mutinous glare when she actually smiled, which she had never done around him.
"Just you wait, kid," he growled. "I'll get you and you'll be sorry you ever laid eyes on her."
From his position on the second storey of the school building, Kaika had a very decent view of what was going on in the courtyard. Suddenly, as if she had sensed his gaze, Chika shot a fleeting look up towards him and her eyes widened a fraction. He was less than pleased when she grabbed the guy by the elbow and disappeared. A little private time, eh? Well, she wasn't about to get it.
"You'll regret it, my dear," he whispered in a coldly pleasant voice. "Oh, you'll regret it."
No one else could have her and no one - NO ONE - rejected his advances. He ran the tip of his tongue slowly over his lips, recalling the moment he had stolen that kiss from her. It had definitely not been his first, but he knew it had been hers. What relish he had in knowing that he was the first to take her favours, however unwillingly they had been given, and that his new-found rival had yet to even hold her.
Excitement flooded through him as he remembered just how hard he had worked in order to pursue her. She had been stand offish, hard to please (if not at all) and he finally broke down that damned barrier when she had least expected it. Her pained and angry reaction to it made his senses go wild - he longed to see it again. He wanted her to beg him and wanted to break her and possess her.
"If you harm her, Woodrow, you'll die."
"Is that so, Ketsueki-san?" he asked, all traces of warmth gone as he turned to face Ketsueki Rika by the door. She was glaring at him. "What makes you think that you, a servant incapable of emotions, could beat me?"
"I am not a servant."
"Oh that's right," he laughed. "Servants actually get paid for their work."
She glared at him even harder, but didn't move. He was right in one thing. She could not attack him, no matter how much she resented his attitude. It would mean punishment and possibly death for her to do so. Kaika laughed again, mocking her, before heading past her to the doorway. It was time to teach his dear fiancee a little lesson.
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"What are you doing?" Kai demanded.
He flung Chika's arm off as she stopped running and pulled them both into a deserted space between the main school buildings and the gymnasium. She was breathing fast, yet trying to keep the sound she was making at a minimum. Her eyes and look told him to stay quiet, until she thought it was safe to talk.
"We shouldn't be overheard here."
"What are you doing?" he demanded again. "What's with the secrecy?"
"You don't get it," she told him matter of factly. "You just don't want to be overheard by someone who is in league with my father. The one I saw before - he's dangerous. Let's just say even Rika won't mess with him."
He sort of understood. She leaned against a tree, serving him another small smile. This time, the smile was sad and etched with pain. With an inward smirk, Kai noticed she had shown more emotion in the last few minutes than she had ever before. Perhaps the incident did her SOME good - but he mustn't think like that.
"Who is he? The one you're so afraid of?"
"Oh - him," she said, face darkening. "His name is Kaika Marco Woodrow. His father is an old associate of mine, very wealthy and an expert Beyblader. I've been trying to get away from him for eleven years. He's horrible, I'm telling you. Don't mess with him -"
She froze, looking at something with terrified eyes behind Kai. A dark green Beyblade landed and spun at their feet. Kai didn't recognise it, but it seemed Chika did. The tree trunk she had been leaning on came to life, swallowing her up from the waist down. She gave a startled gasp, nothing more, but Kai instinctively grabbed her hands to keep her from getting further swallowed up by the mad tree.
"Don't let go," he hissed through gritted teeth. Mad trees were actually quite strong. "I've got you - and I'm going to get you out."
"You can't," she told him breathlessly. "Don't even try."
"How touching," a voice drawled. "How very touching. Are you really willing to let yourself be swallowed up by the tree, rather than let this guy break his back trying to get you out, Chika, my dearest?"
"Damn (A/N: I was GOING to write the f word . . .) you, Kaika!" she growled.
Kaika Marco Woodrow tutted as he walked over to them. His good looks were spoiled by the sneer he had on his face. He gave Kai a withering look in return for the death glare he received. Suddenly, as fast as light, he brought his fist up to collide with the side of the younger man's face, sending Kai backwards and breaking his hold on Chika's hands.
"Now I can't let you touch my fiancee inappropriately, can I?"
"What?"
"Didn't she tell you?" Kaika feigned surprise. "Chika and I have had an arrangement since we first met - how old were we then?"
"Five -" she said in a low voice. She didn't meet Kai's eyes. " - and six."
"Quite right, thank you. Anyway, so she's MY fiancee and I'm not about to let some punk like you take away what rightfully belongs to me. Got it?"
Kai said something very harsh under his breath. Kaika smirked.
"Don't try cursing me in Russian," he said amusedly. "I'm quite good at it, actually."
Whipping around and turning his back on Kai, the other man pinned her still- mobile arms to her sides and covered her mouth with his. She struggled wildly, but she was unable to break free of his hold or the tree's either. It seemed that Kaika had a power over them. Finally, the only thing she could do was bear his touch.
As she stopped fighting, Kai got to his feet and wrenched the 'British bastard' (A/N: sorry all British people, I don't have anything against you, but Kai is REALLY mad at Kaika) away from her. Kaika, though unaffected by Kai's grasp, looked very peeved at the interruption. A soft clinking of metal was heard and they all turned around.
Ketsueki Rika stood, arms folded defiantly, next to the tree. At her feet was the dark green Beyblade, now toppled onto its side. A thoroughly humiliated and weak Chika was released from the branches and she fell to her knees. Rika was looking murderously at both young men. Kaika shrugged off Kai's hands, dusted off his shirt and picked up his Beyblade.
"I told you not to hurt her."
"Whatever."
He walked off, leaving Rika doing an extremely rude hand gesture to his back. Kai looked at the other girl on the ground. She was clutching her chest and breathing heavily, a wild, terrified look on her face. When Kai knelt down to help her, she collapsed. Rika looked disgusted at both her team mate and Kai.
"Look at what you've done to her," she spat. "Made her pathetically weak. Before you came, she could hold her own no problem against that bastard. You're only going to get her killed, if you insist on seeing her."
"I didn't insist," he growled. "But please move if you're not going to help her. Can't you see her cuts have just opened again?"
A sticky wet patch had spread across Chika's oversized sweater. Rika shrugged and walked off, muttering something that sounded like 'when I tell the count, he'll do something about that attitude problem'. It didn't take a genius to figure out whom she was talking about. Kai looked down at the unconscious girl. She had actually become very vulnerable since her admittance into the hospital.
// She HAS changed // he realised. // She's so different compared to who she was before the count came //
But now was not the time to ponder such matters. He gathered her up and set off along the shortest route to the infirmary. There was plenty of time to notice her changes later, when she had received medical attention.
---- End of Chapter Thirteen ----
A/N: o.0 told you it was an unlucky chapter! Poor Chika (a.k.a. poor me) . . .
But, on the other hand, I did give her and Kai some time together before the f***ing guy turned up. And she DID realise that she liked him - considering the fact that she never really admitted it to herself. But she IMPLIED it and that was all that mattered.
And, if my friends from school care to read these notes (yes, that means YOU Miyuki and Rika AND YOU TOO NAOKO!), I didn't put that last scene in because I wanted to get kissed. It was for the sake of the STORY! Got it? Don't you DARE laugh, cos when I see you doing that - or IMPLYING you did that - at school, I'll KILL you! Especially you, Naoko.
All in all, another chapter completed. All comments welcome about this crappy chapter.
REVIEW!
Bittersweet Angel Chika
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade (got it yet? Cos I'm not gonna put another one in!)
A/N: 13 is an unlucky number (to me, that is) and so I'll go through real quick with this one and lots of unlucky stuff is going to happen. For those of you who want me to STOP the Chika torturing, well, I'll do that at the end of the story (but it's not gonna be nice to her).
---- Chapter Thirteen ----
Chika stood just inside the gates to the BBA college, watching the students scurry by and comparing notes on their homework. She had been in hospital for over a week and was dropping out anyway, but she didn't know why she was drawn back here. The glass doors opened and five people walked out; four of them chatting happily while the fifth lagged behind. For the first time in her life, Chika felt her heart skip a little. Maybe she DID know why.
"Hey, Dranon-san!" The Bladebreaker, Max, called with a wave. "Hi!"
She nodded curtly back and walked past them to the remaining member. Kai stopped a metre away from her, with his trademark glare. It was obvious what that glare asked: 'what are you doing here?' She took a deep breath to calm her over-jittery nerves - this was, after all, the first time she had ever done this kind of thing before.
"I want to apologise," she said abruptly. "And to thank you."
"Oh."
"If there is anything you request -"
"A match."
"Pardon?"
"A match," he repeated. "I want to battle you."
There was no immediate reaction. Slowly, a smile began to spread over her lips, tugging further into a grin before she wiped it off again. Her eyes, which had begun to shine a bright blue, sparkled with life. Kai forced his jaw to stay closed at the change.
"If that's what you want -" she dipped her head in acknowledgment. "You decide the date and time of the battle. I'll be ready when you are."
"In four weeks," he replied swiftly.
"Four weeks it is," she agreed.
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His lips twitched upwards in a self-satisfied smirk. Ah, so HE was the one who had his fiancee going soft and dreamy. The kid actually looked like he could put up a decent fight, unlike the ones who had gone after her before. The smirk gave way to a mutinous glare when she actually smiled, which she had never done around him.
"Just you wait, kid," he growled. "I'll get you and you'll be sorry you ever laid eyes on her."
From his position on the second storey of the school building, Kaika had a very decent view of what was going on in the courtyard. Suddenly, as if she had sensed his gaze, Chika shot a fleeting look up towards him and her eyes widened a fraction. He was less than pleased when she grabbed the guy by the elbow and disappeared. A little private time, eh? Well, she wasn't about to get it.
"You'll regret it, my dear," he whispered in a coldly pleasant voice. "Oh, you'll regret it."
No one else could have her and no one - NO ONE - rejected his advances. He ran the tip of his tongue slowly over his lips, recalling the moment he had stolen that kiss from her. It had definitely not been his first, but he knew it had been hers. What relish he had in knowing that he was the first to take her favours, however unwillingly they had been given, and that his new-found rival had yet to even hold her.
Excitement flooded through him as he remembered just how hard he had worked in order to pursue her. She had been stand offish, hard to please (if not at all) and he finally broke down that damned barrier when she had least expected it. Her pained and angry reaction to it made his senses go wild - he longed to see it again. He wanted her to beg him and wanted to break her and possess her.
"If you harm her, Woodrow, you'll die."
"Is that so, Ketsueki-san?" he asked, all traces of warmth gone as he turned to face Ketsueki Rika by the door. She was glaring at him. "What makes you think that you, a servant incapable of emotions, could beat me?"
"I am not a servant."
"Oh that's right," he laughed. "Servants actually get paid for their work."
She glared at him even harder, but didn't move. He was right in one thing. She could not attack him, no matter how much she resented his attitude. It would mean punishment and possibly death for her to do so. Kaika laughed again, mocking her, before heading past her to the doorway. It was time to teach his dear fiancee a little lesson.
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"What are you doing?" Kai demanded.
He flung Chika's arm off as she stopped running and pulled them both into a deserted space between the main school buildings and the gymnasium. She was breathing fast, yet trying to keep the sound she was making at a minimum. Her eyes and look told him to stay quiet, until she thought it was safe to talk.
"We shouldn't be overheard here."
"What are you doing?" he demanded again. "What's with the secrecy?"
"You don't get it," she told him matter of factly. "You just don't want to be overheard by someone who is in league with my father. The one I saw before - he's dangerous. Let's just say even Rika won't mess with him."
He sort of understood. She leaned against a tree, serving him another small smile. This time, the smile was sad and etched with pain. With an inward smirk, Kai noticed she had shown more emotion in the last few minutes than she had ever before. Perhaps the incident did her SOME good - but he mustn't think like that.
"Who is he? The one you're so afraid of?"
"Oh - him," she said, face darkening. "His name is Kaika Marco Woodrow. His father is an old associate of mine, very wealthy and an expert Beyblader. I've been trying to get away from him for eleven years. He's horrible, I'm telling you. Don't mess with him -"
She froze, looking at something with terrified eyes behind Kai. A dark green Beyblade landed and spun at their feet. Kai didn't recognise it, but it seemed Chika did. The tree trunk she had been leaning on came to life, swallowing her up from the waist down. She gave a startled gasp, nothing more, but Kai instinctively grabbed her hands to keep her from getting further swallowed up by the mad tree.
"Don't let go," he hissed through gritted teeth. Mad trees were actually quite strong. "I've got you - and I'm going to get you out."
"You can't," she told him breathlessly. "Don't even try."
"How touching," a voice drawled. "How very touching. Are you really willing to let yourself be swallowed up by the tree, rather than let this guy break his back trying to get you out, Chika, my dearest?"
"Damn (A/N: I was GOING to write the f word . . .) you, Kaika!" she growled.
Kaika Marco Woodrow tutted as he walked over to them. His good looks were spoiled by the sneer he had on his face. He gave Kai a withering look in return for the death glare he received. Suddenly, as fast as light, he brought his fist up to collide with the side of the younger man's face, sending Kai backwards and breaking his hold on Chika's hands.
"Now I can't let you touch my fiancee inappropriately, can I?"
"What?"
"Didn't she tell you?" Kaika feigned surprise. "Chika and I have had an arrangement since we first met - how old were we then?"
"Five -" she said in a low voice. She didn't meet Kai's eyes. " - and six."
"Quite right, thank you. Anyway, so she's MY fiancee and I'm not about to let some punk like you take away what rightfully belongs to me. Got it?"
Kai said something very harsh under his breath. Kaika smirked.
"Don't try cursing me in Russian," he said amusedly. "I'm quite good at it, actually."
Whipping around and turning his back on Kai, the other man pinned her still- mobile arms to her sides and covered her mouth with his. She struggled wildly, but she was unable to break free of his hold or the tree's either. It seemed that Kaika had a power over them. Finally, the only thing she could do was bear his touch.
As she stopped fighting, Kai got to his feet and wrenched the 'British bastard' (A/N: sorry all British people, I don't have anything against you, but Kai is REALLY mad at Kaika) away from her. Kaika, though unaffected by Kai's grasp, looked very peeved at the interruption. A soft clinking of metal was heard and they all turned around.
Ketsueki Rika stood, arms folded defiantly, next to the tree. At her feet was the dark green Beyblade, now toppled onto its side. A thoroughly humiliated and weak Chika was released from the branches and she fell to her knees. Rika was looking murderously at both young men. Kaika shrugged off Kai's hands, dusted off his shirt and picked up his Beyblade.
"I told you not to hurt her."
"Whatever."
He walked off, leaving Rika doing an extremely rude hand gesture to his back. Kai looked at the other girl on the ground. She was clutching her chest and breathing heavily, a wild, terrified look on her face. When Kai knelt down to help her, she collapsed. Rika looked disgusted at both her team mate and Kai.
"Look at what you've done to her," she spat. "Made her pathetically weak. Before you came, she could hold her own no problem against that bastard. You're only going to get her killed, if you insist on seeing her."
"I didn't insist," he growled. "But please move if you're not going to help her. Can't you see her cuts have just opened again?"
A sticky wet patch had spread across Chika's oversized sweater. Rika shrugged and walked off, muttering something that sounded like 'when I tell the count, he'll do something about that attitude problem'. It didn't take a genius to figure out whom she was talking about. Kai looked down at the unconscious girl. She had actually become very vulnerable since her admittance into the hospital.
// She HAS changed // he realised. // She's so different compared to who she was before the count came //
But now was not the time to ponder such matters. He gathered her up and set off along the shortest route to the infirmary. There was plenty of time to notice her changes later, when she had received medical attention.
---- End of Chapter Thirteen ----
A/N: o.0 told you it was an unlucky chapter! Poor Chika (a.k.a. poor me) . . .
But, on the other hand, I did give her and Kai some time together before the f***ing guy turned up. And she DID realise that she liked him - considering the fact that she never really admitted it to herself. But she IMPLIED it and that was all that mattered.
And, if my friends from school care to read these notes (yes, that means YOU Miyuki and Rika AND YOU TOO NAOKO!), I didn't put that last scene in because I wanted to get kissed. It was for the sake of the STORY! Got it? Don't you DARE laugh, cos when I see you doing that - or IMPLYING you did that - at school, I'll KILL you! Especially you, Naoko.
All in all, another chapter completed. All comments welcome about this crappy chapter.
REVIEW!
Bittersweet Angel Chika
