The Dranon Heiress
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade
A/N: GUESS WUT? I drew a perfect sketch of Johnny and Kai in my Math book as a title page today! I'm so proud of myself! I've drawn about four of Kai already (from the manga) and this is the first Johnny I've drawn. I've also drawn a picture of Rei, Tyson, Max and Kenny, but they weren't as good as the ones I drew of Kai and Johnny. Oh well.
If ya wanna see it, tell me in your review and I'll send you a scan of it via e-mail!
---- Chapter Seventeen ----
Two large suitcases lay open, both half full, on the bed. Clothes were scattered around them, some partly folded and others just there for the sake of it. A thin, leather bound book lay open on top of the said clothing, penned precisely and neatly. The page had been dated just three days ago, followed by a short passage.
A diary.
'I've already begun to pack for the trip home. Just this morning, as I was sorting through my books, I came across this diary. I think it was mine, back in England and somehow got mixed in with all my other stuff when I left. I was flipping through this book and came across a certain entry, which really troubled me.
'About four months back, I had forgotten to write for about three days. When I went back to the entry I had penned the day after, I came across a discovery I had almost forgotten.'
The book was picked up, wrapped in brown paper and taken out of the room. Three words were written across the paper. TO: HITAWARI KAI.
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Kai moved to unlock the door to his dormitory - and stopped. There was something lying on the floor, wrapped in neat, brown paper, half under the door. He picked it up and flipped it over. TO: HITAWARI KAI. He frowned and ripped open the paper. Wrapped inside was a small book, leather-bound and well kept. It looked expensive. When he looked at the cover closely, he discovered a name, stamped in gold letters.
CHIKA DRANON.
He realised he should return it to her, in case it was something private, but there was a part of him that said that it had something to tell him about her. Perhaps it was a diary, or a record of some sort. Either way, curiosity got the better of his common sense and he unlocked his dormitory door and went inside, still studying the book.
The first page proved boring enough. All it did was confirm that what he had found was INDEED a diary, with the words penned in flowing calligraphy. He flipped to the next page and sighed in annoyance. The first entry was written in French, a language he knew almost nothing about. He caught the occasional Japanese or English in there, but it was nothing important. Flipping the next page, he found Korean script staring back at him. The next page was penned in Italian.
"How many bloody languages can she write in?"
Flicking through quickly, Kai finally found a page he could read. It was written in neat Russian, fluent but also legible. It talked about the day's training and her improvements with Dranon, along with the occasional argument with Naoko and Miyuki. Typical diary stuff. Snapping the book shut, Kai set it on its spine on the table and let it fall open on its own. There was probably something interesting near the back. The page was in Japanese.
'I've discovered a secret, which I'm sure nobody but I know of. I didn't believe it myself, when I first saw what had been down in my father's study. But it's true, all right, it's all there.'
Kai felt his heart pound in his chest, hard. This was something interesting.
'When Sacha died, I was - to say the least - devastated. I wanted to be rid of the grief, to NOT feel any more pain over the loss. Father told me he had a way, which was potentially dangerous to my health, but would definitely work. I agreed immediately, eager to try anything that would get rid of my grief.
'I don't know what happened after he gave me that stuff to drink. All I remember was feeling oddly empty, but there was no more pain, so I didn't care. But now I know what happened, after I fainted. Now I know what he did, to make me feel so empty.
'The passageway I found under father's desk led to a cavern-like chamber. Inside looked like something out of a corny science film. My guess was close enough - it WAS somewhat of an experiment lab. A HUMAN experiment lab. And I found something there that I couldn't believe. Now, as I write this, I am afraid.'
The writing got shakier and Kai was breathing heavily.
'Seven exact replicas of myself were standing - SEVEN - in human-sized glass tubes. They actually talked to me. They told me about what happened - how father had taken my soul out of my body when I was younger and when I had gone to him for help, taken out my heart as well. They told me what to do.
'I know it was dangerous, even Dranon warned me against it but I knew that I had to do it. When it was all over, I felt sick. My hands were covered in blood and I was sweating all over. There was also a pain in my chest - like the beating of a REAL heart. The artificial, life-support gland was on the ground in front of me, oozing something green out over the stone.
'I can still see it in my mind. It was horrible. I don't think I'd ever be able to forget it. But now that I've gotten my heart and my souls back, my life is in danger again. If anyone else reads this and tells my father, I'll die. I can't trust anyone with this. I can't.'
The entry ended there. Kai closed the diary slowly, processing the information into his brain. Chika had her heart and souls taken out and she had put them back in again, on her own. Her life was in danger and she had to return to England in less than a week. Pocketing the diary, he grabbed Dranzer and raced out the door.
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"Where is it? Where'd it go?"
Chika threw aside several shirts, sweaters and jeans, muttering wildly to herself as she searched for the diary. She had left it on top of her luggage by accident when Rika had called her to the other girl's room. When she returned, the diary was missing. She couldn't afford to let it fall into the wrong hands, in case it somehow got back to her father.
"Chika!"
She turned to the door quickly and froze. Kai stood in the doorway, looking dangerously angry about something. Her eyes darted to his hand and saw that he held the diary. She felt her heart stop and the blood drained from her face as she realised something horrible . . .
"Y-You've r-read it?" She asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Yeah, I did," he replied bitingly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"B-Because -" she hesitated visibly. "Because I was afraid . . ."
"Of what?" he demanded. "What are you afraid of?"
She closed her eyes and turned away, clenching her fists together tightly. Her whole body shook with tension, before she managed to croak out an answer.
" . . . that you'd think I'm a freak," she finished. "I'm not a normal person. I was afraid you wouldn't - that you'd discriminate against me and because - "
"Don't keep secrets from me."
Her eyes blazed as they snapped open. She rounded on him, livid, and snatched the diary from his hands. He took a step back, surprised.
"Who are YOU to tell me not to keep secrets?" she yelled. "You're such a hypocrite! You tell ME not to keep secrets, while YOU'VE been keeping god knows how many secrets from me in the first place! Why don't YOU ever tell me your secrets?"
"The only SECRET I've kept from you is that I like you!" he retorted, before he realised what he was saying.
She stopped, looking stunned.
"Kai. . ."
He stopped as well, fuming. Chika was silent, but it was a surprised, stunned silence rather than an angry one. Both of them realised what was the meaning of his words. Both of them were trying to process that one thought into their minds as they turned away, unable to meet each other's eyes. He humphed and stuffed his hands into his pockets, turning to leave.
"I - I like you too."
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Enrique Giancarlo was pacing the drawing room in the Les Demonde chateau, ranting and raving on about the lack of courtesy they had been paid by Count Dranon back in Japan. His companions, sick and tired of the subject, resorted to blocking out the sound by amusing themselves with their own activities. Johnathan McGregor was contemplating his next chess move against Robert Jurgen, when a knock on the door was heard.
"Master Oliver, it's a telephone call."
"From who?" Oliver asked, turning to the butler. The other three turned around as well.
"A lady," the butler replied. "I believe her name is Nicola Skye."
"Thank you, I will receive the call in here."
Oliver turned to the other three, a confused look on his face.
"Do any of you know who this Nicola Skye is?" he asked.
"Nah," Enrique waved away the question. "But seeing as it's a LADY in question, I'll help you find out who she is. All right with you, Oliver?"
"Feel free."
The Italian went over to Oliver's desk and picked up the phone. Johnny and Robert leaned away from their chess game and Oliver from his book to listen and watch intently. Enrique cleared his throat and winked at Oliver, who frowned.
"Hello, this is Enrique Giancarlo speaking."
"Wow, look at the change in his attitude," Johnny muttered.
"It's the 'lady' on the other end," Oliver added knowingly, with a smile.
Johnny looked away quickly. Enrique waved their attention back to him as he spoke.
"Hello?"
"Enrique Giancarlo?" the voice was familiar. "Giancarlo-san, I'm Naoko."
"Ten'ou-san!" he almost squeaked. He cleared his throat again. "Why are you calling?"
"I was looking for help," Naoko said hesitantly. "Could you and your team - ?"
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Miyuki sighed heavily as she leaned against the window frame, watching what was going on in the room opposite. She really liked Hitawari Kai, but seeing as he seemed to be feeling exactly opposite, she couldn't do anything about that. It was also painfully obvious what was going on between her team captain - or FORMER team captain - and him.
She supposed she had done them a favour, taking Chika's diary from her room and slipping it under Kai's door. The plan was to update him on what had gone on in her life before she came to Japan and hopefully get him worked up over her situation. Then he would make a fool of himself being worried about her and then confess. And her plan had worked perfectly. They were in a situation where both had confessed and it would be difficult to get out of it . . . if there even WAS a way out.
It was too bad she couldn't hear what was being said, because it would have been very interesting. Chika was by the window, cheeks flushed, while Kai was behind her, still near the doorway. They hadn't moved since their big confession.
"Come on," Miyuki muttered. "I didn't give him up just so you can stand there like a frigging statue. DO SOMETHING ALREADY."
She wondered how Naoko was doing. They had parted ways in England, shortly after the count had destroyed their Beyblades and sent them packing. Miyuki had returned to Japan, hoping to find Kai and/or something to do. She had then discovered Chika and Kai's predicament and decided to help. Naoko hadn't contacted since.
"Ah . . . finally . . ." she sighed, propping her elbows on the windowsill.
Chika had turned to face him, hands clasped together tightly and clamped to her sides. He took his hands out of his pockets and said something. She seemed to reply, but given Miyuki's angle, she really couldn't tell. Whether or not they actually DID something was beyond her, because at that time, her cell phone decided to ring.
"Talk."
"Miyuki? It's Naoko."
---- End of Chapter Seventeen ----
A/N: craaaaaaaaaaaap!
I'm going stupid now. This chapter took me two days, because I was running out of ideas and then I discovered that Oliver is actually quite cute. Of course, Kai is still hot and Johnny is still cool, but Oliver is really, really cute. So I decided to reintroduce the Majestics into the story, just for these last four chapters. Oh well.
REVIEW PEOPLE, IT'S NOT THAT HARD!
Bittersweet Angel Chika
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade
A/N: GUESS WUT? I drew a perfect sketch of Johnny and Kai in my Math book as a title page today! I'm so proud of myself! I've drawn about four of Kai already (from the manga) and this is the first Johnny I've drawn. I've also drawn a picture of Rei, Tyson, Max and Kenny, but they weren't as good as the ones I drew of Kai and Johnny. Oh well.
If ya wanna see it, tell me in your review and I'll send you a scan of it via e-mail!
---- Chapter Seventeen ----
Two large suitcases lay open, both half full, on the bed. Clothes were scattered around them, some partly folded and others just there for the sake of it. A thin, leather bound book lay open on top of the said clothing, penned precisely and neatly. The page had been dated just three days ago, followed by a short passage.
A diary.
'I've already begun to pack for the trip home. Just this morning, as I was sorting through my books, I came across this diary. I think it was mine, back in England and somehow got mixed in with all my other stuff when I left. I was flipping through this book and came across a certain entry, which really troubled me.
'About four months back, I had forgotten to write for about three days. When I went back to the entry I had penned the day after, I came across a discovery I had almost forgotten.'
The book was picked up, wrapped in brown paper and taken out of the room. Three words were written across the paper. TO: HITAWARI KAI.
--------
Kai moved to unlock the door to his dormitory - and stopped. There was something lying on the floor, wrapped in neat, brown paper, half under the door. He picked it up and flipped it over. TO: HITAWARI KAI. He frowned and ripped open the paper. Wrapped inside was a small book, leather-bound and well kept. It looked expensive. When he looked at the cover closely, he discovered a name, stamped in gold letters.
CHIKA DRANON.
He realised he should return it to her, in case it was something private, but there was a part of him that said that it had something to tell him about her. Perhaps it was a diary, or a record of some sort. Either way, curiosity got the better of his common sense and he unlocked his dormitory door and went inside, still studying the book.
The first page proved boring enough. All it did was confirm that what he had found was INDEED a diary, with the words penned in flowing calligraphy. He flipped to the next page and sighed in annoyance. The first entry was written in French, a language he knew almost nothing about. He caught the occasional Japanese or English in there, but it was nothing important. Flipping the next page, he found Korean script staring back at him. The next page was penned in Italian.
"How many bloody languages can she write in?"
Flicking through quickly, Kai finally found a page he could read. It was written in neat Russian, fluent but also legible. It talked about the day's training and her improvements with Dranon, along with the occasional argument with Naoko and Miyuki. Typical diary stuff. Snapping the book shut, Kai set it on its spine on the table and let it fall open on its own. There was probably something interesting near the back. The page was in Japanese.
'I've discovered a secret, which I'm sure nobody but I know of. I didn't believe it myself, when I first saw what had been down in my father's study. But it's true, all right, it's all there.'
Kai felt his heart pound in his chest, hard. This was something interesting.
'When Sacha died, I was - to say the least - devastated. I wanted to be rid of the grief, to NOT feel any more pain over the loss. Father told me he had a way, which was potentially dangerous to my health, but would definitely work. I agreed immediately, eager to try anything that would get rid of my grief.
'I don't know what happened after he gave me that stuff to drink. All I remember was feeling oddly empty, but there was no more pain, so I didn't care. But now I know what happened, after I fainted. Now I know what he did, to make me feel so empty.
'The passageway I found under father's desk led to a cavern-like chamber. Inside looked like something out of a corny science film. My guess was close enough - it WAS somewhat of an experiment lab. A HUMAN experiment lab. And I found something there that I couldn't believe. Now, as I write this, I am afraid.'
The writing got shakier and Kai was breathing heavily.
'Seven exact replicas of myself were standing - SEVEN - in human-sized glass tubes. They actually talked to me. They told me about what happened - how father had taken my soul out of my body when I was younger and when I had gone to him for help, taken out my heart as well. They told me what to do.
'I know it was dangerous, even Dranon warned me against it but I knew that I had to do it. When it was all over, I felt sick. My hands were covered in blood and I was sweating all over. There was also a pain in my chest - like the beating of a REAL heart. The artificial, life-support gland was on the ground in front of me, oozing something green out over the stone.
'I can still see it in my mind. It was horrible. I don't think I'd ever be able to forget it. But now that I've gotten my heart and my souls back, my life is in danger again. If anyone else reads this and tells my father, I'll die. I can't trust anyone with this. I can't.'
The entry ended there. Kai closed the diary slowly, processing the information into his brain. Chika had her heart and souls taken out and she had put them back in again, on her own. Her life was in danger and she had to return to England in less than a week. Pocketing the diary, he grabbed Dranzer and raced out the door.
--------
"Where is it? Where'd it go?"
Chika threw aside several shirts, sweaters and jeans, muttering wildly to herself as she searched for the diary. She had left it on top of her luggage by accident when Rika had called her to the other girl's room. When she returned, the diary was missing. She couldn't afford to let it fall into the wrong hands, in case it somehow got back to her father.
"Chika!"
She turned to the door quickly and froze. Kai stood in the doorway, looking dangerously angry about something. Her eyes darted to his hand and saw that he held the diary. She felt her heart stop and the blood drained from her face as she realised something horrible . . .
"Y-You've r-read it?" She asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Yeah, I did," he replied bitingly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"B-Because -" she hesitated visibly. "Because I was afraid . . ."
"Of what?" he demanded. "What are you afraid of?"
She closed her eyes and turned away, clenching her fists together tightly. Her whole body shook with tension, before she managed to croak out an answer.
" . . . that you'd think I'm a freak," she finished. "I'm not a normal person. I was afraid you wouldn't - that you'd discriminate against me and because - "
"Don't keep secrets from me."
Her eyes blazed as they snapped open. She rounded on him, livid, and snatched the diary from his hands. He took a step back, surprised.
"Who are YOU to tell me not to keep secrets?" she yelled. "You're such a hypocrite! You tell ME not to keep secrets, while YOU'VE been keeping god knows how many secrets from me in the first place! Why don't YOU ever tell me your secrets?"
"The only SECRET I've kept from you is that I like you!" he retorted, before he realised what he was saying.
She stopped, looking stunned.
"Kai. . ."
He stopped as well, fuming. Chika was silent, but it was a surprised, stunned silence rather than an angry one. Both of them realised what was the meaning of his words. Both of them were trying to process that one thought into their minds as they turned away, unable to meet each other's eyes. He humphed and stuffed his hands into his pockets, turning to leave.
"I - I like you too."
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Enrique Giancarlo was pacing the drawing room in the Les Demonde chateau, ranting and raving on about the lack of courtesy they had been paid by Count Dranon back in Japan. His companions, sick and tired of the subject, resorted to blocking out the sound by amusing themselves with their own activities. Johnathan McGregor was contemplating his next chess move against Robert Jurgen, when a knock on the door was heard.
"Master Oliver, it's a telephone call."
"From who?" Oliver asked, turning to the butler. The other three turned around as well.
"A lady," the butler replied. "I believe her name is Nicola Skye."
"Thank you, I will receive the call in here."
Oliver turned to the other three, a confused look on his face.
"Do any of you know who this Nicola Skye is?" he asked.
"Nah," Enrique waved away the question. "But seeing as it's a LADY in question, I'll help you find out who she is. All right with you, Oliver?"
"Feel free."
The Italian went over to Oliver's desk and picked up the phone. Johnny and Robert leaned away from their chess game and Oliver from his book to listen and watch intently. Enrique cleared his throat and winked at Oliver, who frowned.
"Hello, this is Enrique Giancarlo speaking."
"Wow, look at the change in his attitude," Johnny muttered.
"It's the 'lady' on the other end," Oliver added knowingly, with a smile.
Johnny looked away quickly. Enrique waved their attention back to him as he spoke.
"Hello?"
"Enrique Giancarlo?" the voice was familiar. "Giancarlo-san, I'm Naoko."
"Ten'ou-san!" he almost squeaked. He cleared his throat again. "Why are you calling?"
"I was looking for help," Naoko said hesitantly. "Could you and your team - ?"
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Miyuki sighed heavily as she leaned against the window frame, watching what was going on in the room opposite. She really liked Hitawari Kai, but seeing as he seemed to be feeling exactly opposite, she couldn't do anything about that. It was also painfully obvious what was going on between her team captain - or FORMER team captain - and him.
She supposed she had done them a favour, taking Chika's diary from her room and slipping it under Kai's door. The plan was to update him on what had gone on in her life before she came to Japan and hopefully get him worked up over her situation. Then he would make a fool of himself being worried about her and then confess. And her plan had worked perfectly. They were in a situation where both had confessed and it would be difficult to get out of it . . . if there even WAS a way out.
It was too bad she couldn't hear what was being said, because it would have been very interesting. Chika was by the window, cheeks flushed, while Kai was behind her, still near the doorway. They hadn't moved since their big confession.
"Come on," Miyuki muttered. "I didn't give him up just so you can stand there like a frigging statue. DO SOMETHING ALREADY."
She wondered how Naoko was doing. They had parted ways in England, shortly after the count had destroyed their Beyblades and sent them packing. Miyuki had returned to Japan, hoping to find Kai and/or something to do. She had then discovered Chika and Kai's predicament and decided to help. Naoko hadn't contacted since.
"Ah . . . finally . . ." she sighed, propping her elbows on the windowsill.
Chika had turned to face him, hands clasped together tightly and clamped to her sides. He took his hands out of his pockets and said something. She seemed to reply, but given Miyuki's angle, she really couldn't tell. Whether or not they actually DID something was beyond her, because at that time, her cell phone decided to ring.
"Talk."
"Miyuki? It's Naoko."
---- End of Chapter Seventeen ----
A/N: craaaaaaaaaaaap!
I'm going stupid now. This chapter took me two days, because I was running out of ideas and then I discovered that Oliver is actually quite cute. Of course, Kai is still hot and Johnny is still cool, but Oliver is really, really cute. So I decided to reintroduce the Majestics into the story, just for these last four chapters. Oh well.
REVIEW PEOPLE, IT'S NOT THAT HARD!
Bittersweet Angel Chika
