"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! WELCOME TO THE TENTH ANNUAL BEYBLADE CHARITY
TOURNAMENT!!!"
The crowd roared with anticipation.
"PLEASE DIG DEEP FOLKS! ALL PROCEEDS ARE IN AID OF HELPING THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES GET BACK ON THEIR FEET!!!"
In the back room, the two teams competing in today's tournament were preparing to go at it.
"Well, if it isn't my pet blader, Kai. How's it going?"
"Hn."
"Heh heh heh! Hey guys! I'm so stoked for this tournament! I can't wait to hit the dish!"
"HEY! WHO ATE MY SNACKS!?"
"They were yours? Sorry. I thought some one put that cuisine out for all of us."
"They did. Tyson just doesn't want to share, the pig."
The teams laughed. Soon, DJ Jazzman's voice rang out.
"Now give out a warm welcome to the first two bladers of the tournament! I give you ENRIQUE GIANCARLO AND TYSON GRANGER!!!!"
The blonde Italian and navy haired Japanese boys grinned and walked out to the stadium. Oliver stood up.
"I'm going to look for the bathroom", he said before leaving the room.
Johnny looked around at the guys and stood up. "What are we doing in here? We should be out there cheering our team mates on!"
They agreed and left the room for the Stadium.
******
I was in the bathroom, knuckles white from gripping the sink to stop myself from shaking and collapsing. The water dripped from the tap as I stared at my reflection. I looked terrible. Pasty-faced, red eyed and generally terrible looking. I winced at how bad I looked. I turned the tap on and splashed some of the water on my face.
"Merde! That's cold!" I gasped, drying my face with my hands.
I turned at the sound of the door opening. A young boy walked in. He smiled and nodded. I nodded back. He disappeared into a cubicle. I sighed. I looked back at the mirror and tried to will my face to go back to its normal colour. I hate this. A couple of hours after a job and I go all shaky and guilt-ridden. I took several deep breaths to steady my nerves. The boss is so lucky I owe them a huge debt. If it wasn't for Father. I shook my head. Best not think about it.
The sound of a flushing toilet gave my mind a new road to walk down. The boy walked out of the cubicle. He smiled at me, but his smile became concerned. I inwardly groaned. I knew what was coming next.
"Excusez-moi, Monsieur. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine. Maybe ate something bad for breakfast. I'm feeling better already."
I even made myself smile. The boy must have decided I looked better, so he washed his hands and left. I looked back at my reflection. I did actually look a lot better. I felt my shock subside. I sighed, relieved. The episode wasn't as bad this time as it usually was. The target didn't put up as much of a fight as the others did in the past. I shook my head at my terminology. The target. If I named them and thought of them as more than targets, I'd probably be in a mental institute by now. I inspected my face and appearance. I ran my hand slightly through my hair. I straightened my clothes.
Cheering could be heard outside. Deciding I looked presentable, I turned away and walked into the tournament arena.
"AND ENRIQUE WON THE MATCH!"
******
"Hey guys! I can't believe I missed that match!"
"Oliver! Where've you been?"
"In the bathroom. Some guy was in there."
"Aw, performance anxiety, Frenchie?"
Oliver lightly punched Rei on the shoulder. The others laughed.
"AND NOW, LET'S BRING OUT OLIVER DUBOIS AND MAX TATE!!!"
The French boy smiled at Max. They walked out to the dish and waved to the crowd. Standing at opposite ends, they watch the punch bowl come up.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE, IT'S TIME TO GET THIS BATTLE STARTED. 3, 2, 1, LET IT RRRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!"
Both boys were focused when their blades were released into the dish. Oliver's blade circled the dish once before decidedly crashing into Max's blade.
"Draciel! Don't give up! Stand your ground!"
The green blade skidded to a halt, stopping Oliver's blade from pushing it out of the dish.
"Unicolyon! Try again!"
"Draciel!"
The two blades crashed into each other again. In a flash of light, the bitbeasts made their appearances. Neighing and roaring could be heard over the crowd's cheers.
"DRACIEL!"
"UNICOLYON!"
The bitbeasts crashed into each other again. In a flash, both bladers managed to grab their blades in mid air.
"BOTH BLADERS ARE KNOCKED OUT!!! IT'S A TIE!!!"
Oliver smiled at Max and tipped his beret at him. "Well done, mon ami."
Max chuckled. "Thanks. You weren't too bad, either."
They left the arena and were greeted by their team mates. Smiling, they grabbed some seats in the crowd and watched the rest of the day's tournament.
******
I watched the matches in the crowd. I enjoyed watching the sport myself; who doesn't? I let my eyes scan the teams. They were excellent bladers. I stopped a moment and had to hold my breath. There he was. The object of my desire for the past year or more. The blunette had no idea I was watching him. His eyes were shut. That suited me fine as I took him in. I thought about what it would be like to look into those eyes; to be held in those powerful arms and feel protected and forget about my double life, but I couldn't. My job wouldn't allow it. I'll end up hurting my prince.
I sat back in my seat, enjoying the atmosphere and view. By the end, I was smiling and discussing much of the day's tournament with my companions; holding my breath when my prince came close and even glanced at me momentarily. Back home, I disappeared into my room quickly, despite my friends urging me to stay and talk for a while.
"No, merci. I'm turning in for an early night. Bonne nuit."
With an exchange of 'Good night's, I went straight to my room and sat on my bed with the lights off. I listened for the others going to bed, slowly but surely. I sighed and cleared my mind. It was taking longer than before, thanks to guests that we decided to invite to stay over. Quite close to midnight, the house was silent, except for the occasional snore. I pulled a trunk out from under my bed, making sure I made as little noise as possible and undressed to my undergarments. I pulled out the things I might need; my uniform, my retractable claws and several other odds and ends.
Quickly but silently, I pulled the black polo neck over my head and pulled on the black pants. Fastening the black belt with the silver buckle and side pack, I shrugged on the white blazer and done the buttons up. I straightened the red lined lapel before continuing. Finally, I put my visor sunglasses on, even though it was night and pulled on the knee high black boots. I left my retractable Tiger Claw gloves on the bed beside me. Removing my mobile phone from my other coat's pocket, I waited, my eyes practically glued to the twenty four hour clock on my bedside table.
23 56 hours...
23 57...
23 58...
23 59...
00 00
I answered the phone from the first vibration.
"Here, boss."
"Bon garçon. Another mission tonight. Hardly worthy of an able assassin as you."
I shuddered involuntarily when the boss said that.
"I want you to go the Charles Montalet's house on La Rue Du Fleur. He has some important documents that require retrieving. You'll know which ones they are because they are written in kanji."
"Kanji?"
"Japanese. He was going to get them translated today. Luckily, you prevented that. The documents are more likely than not in his office at his residence. Get the documents and keep them at your house until I call for them. La bonne Chance, mon garçon."
With that, they hung up. I sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. La Rue Du Fleur was constantly patrolled by police officers. Not to mention the Montalet widow will be inside. I shook my head and packed away my claws, slipping on a pair of black leather gloves instead. I couldn't risk hurting someone if I brought my weapon along. Instead, I packed my belt pack with extra tranquilliser darts and tear gas and a master key to get into the house. Listening to the sounds in the house, I slid my window open and jumped onto the handy branch of the tree that grew so close to my window. When I landed, I didn't stop. I ran as fast as I could and leapt over the fence. Next stop, La Rue Du Fleur.
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I'd like to thank my first, and only reviewer to date, Crazy Rei luva. *Hands Rei plushie to CRL*. Thankies! ^_____^
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
The crowd roared with anticipation.
"PLEASE DIG DEEP FOLKS! ALL PROCEEDS ARE IN AID OF HELPING THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES GET BACK ON THEIR FEET!!!"
In the back room, the two teams competing in today's tournament were preparing to go at it.
"Well, if it isn't my pet blader, Kai. How's it going?"
"Hn."
"Heh heh heh! Hey guys! I'm so stoked for this tournament! I can't wait to hit the dish!"
"HEY! WHO ATE MY SNACKS!?"
"They were yours? Sorry. I thought some one put that cuisine out for all of us."
"They did. Tyson just doesn't want to share, the pig."
The teams laughed. Soon, DJ Jazzman's voice rang out.
"Now give out a warm welcome to the first two bladers of the tournament! I give you ENRIQUE GIANCARLO AND TYSON GRANGER!!!!"
The blonde Italian and navy haired Japanese boys grinned and walked out to the stadium. Oliver stood up.
"I'm going to look for the bathroom", he said before leaving the room.
Johnny looked around at the guys and stood up. "What are we doing in here? We should be out there cheering our team mates on!"
They agreed and left the room for the Stadium.
******
I was in the bathroom, knuckles white from gripping the sink to stop myself from shaking and collapsing. The water dripped from the tap as I stared at my reflection. I looked terrible. Pasty-faced, red eyed and generally terrible looking. I winced at how bad I looked. I turned the tap on and splashed some of the water on my face.
"Merde! That's cold!" I gasped, drying my face with my hands.
I turned at the sound of the door opening. A young boy walked in. He smiled and nodded. I nodded back. He disappeared into a cubicle. I sighed. I looked back at the mirror and tried to will my face to go back to its normal colour. I hate this. A couple of hours after a job and I go all shaky and guilt-ridden. I took several deep breaths to steady my nerves. The boss is so lucky I owe them a huge debt. If it wasn't for Father. I shook my head. Best not think about it.
The sound of a flushing toilet gave my mind a new road to walk down. The boy walked out of the cubicle. He smiled at me, but his smile became concerned. I inwardly groaned. I knew what was coming next.
"Excusez-moi, Monsieur. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine. Maybe ate something bad for breakfast. I'm feeling better already."
I even made myself smile. The boy must have decided I looked better, so he washed his hands and left. I looked back at my reflection. I did actually look a lot better. I felt my shock subside. I sighed, relieved. The episode wasn't as bad this time as it usually was. The target didn't put up as much of a fight as the others did in the past. I shook my head at my terminology. The target. If I named them and thought of them as more than targets, I'd probably be in a mental institute by now. I inspected my face and appearance. I ran my hand slightly through my hair. I straightened my clothes.
Cheering could be heard outside. Deciding I looked presentable, I turned away and walked into the tournament arena.
"AND ENRIQUE WON THE MATCH!"
******
"Hey guys! I can't believe I missed that match!"
"Oliver! Where've you been?"
"In the bathroom. Some guy was in there."
"Aw, performance anxiety, Frenchie?"
Oliver lightly punched Rei on the shoulder. The others laughed.
"AND NOW, LET'S BRING OUT OLIVER DUBOIS AND MAX TATE!!!"
The French boy smiled at Max. They walked out to the dish and waved to the crowd. Standing at opposite ends, they watch the punch bowl come up.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE, IT'S TIME TO GET THIS BATTLE STARTED. 3, 2, 1, LET IT RRRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!"
Both boys were focused when their blades were released into the dish. Oliver's blade circled the dish once before decidedly crashing into Max's blade.
"Draciel! Don't give up! Stand your ground!"
The green blade skidded to a halt, stopping Oliver's blade from pushing it out of the dish.
"Unicolyon! Try again!"
"Draciel!"
The two blades crashed into each other again. In a flash of light, the bitbeasts made their appearances. Neighing and roaring could be heard over the crowd's cheers.
"DRACIEL!"
"UNICOLYON!"
The bitbeasts crashed into each other again. In a flash, both bladers managed to grab their blades in mid air.
"BOTH BLADERS ARE KNOCKED OUT!!! IT'S A TIE!!!"
Oliver smiled at Max and tipped his beret at him. "Well done, mon ami."
Max chuckled. "Thanks. You weren't too bad, either."
They left the arena and were greeted by their team mates. Smiling, they grabbed some seats in the crowd and watched the rest of the day's tournament.
******
I watched the matches in the crowd. I enjoyed watching the sport myself; who doesn't? I let my eyes scan the teams. They were excellent bladers. I stopped a moment and had to hold my breath. There he was. The object of my desire for the past year or more. The blunette had no idea I was watching him. His eyes were shut. That suited me fine as I took him in. I thought about what it would be like to look into those eyes; to be held in those powerful arms and feel protected and forget about my double life, but I couldn't. My job wouldn't allow it. I'll end up hurting my prince.
I sat back in my seat, enjoying the atmosphere and view. By the end, I was smiling and discussing much of the day's tournament with my companions; holding my breath when my prince came close and even glanced at me momentarily. Back home, I disappeared into my room quickly, despite my friends urging me to stay and talk for a while.
"No, merci. I'm turning in for an early night. Bonne nuit."
With an exchange of 'Good night's, I went straight to my room and sat on my bed with the lights off. I listened for the others going to bed, slowly but surely. I sighed and cleared my mind. It was taking longer than before, thanks to guests that we decided to invite to stay over. Quite close to midnight, the house was silent, except for the occasional snore. I pulled a trunk out from under my bed, making sure I made as little noise as possible and undressed to my undergarments. I pulled out the things I might need; my uniform, my retractable claws and several other odds and ends.
Quickly but silently, I pulled the black polo neck over my head and pulled on the black pants. Fastening the black belt with the silver buckle and side pack, I shrugged on the white blazer and done the buttons up. I straightened the red lined lapel before continuing. Finally, I put my visor sunglasses on, even though it was night and pulled on the knee high black boots. I left my retractable Tiger Claw gloves on the bed beside me. Removing my mobile phone from my other coat's pocket, I waited, my eyes practically glued to the twenty four hour clock on my bedside table.
23 56 hours...
23 57...
23 58...
23 59...
00 00
I answered the phone from the first vibration.
"Here, boss."
"Bon garçon. Another mission tonight. Hardly worthy of an able assassin as you."
I shuddered involuntarily when the boss said that.
"I want you to go the Charles Montalet's house on La Rue Du Fleur. He has some important documents that require retrieving. You'll know which ones they are because they are written in kanji."
"Kanji?"
"Japanese. He was going to get them translated today. Luckily, you prevented that. The documents are more likely than not in his office at his residence. Get the documents and keep them at your house until I call for them. La bonne Chance, mon garçon."
With that, they hung up. I sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. La Rue Du Fleur was constantly patrolled by police officers. Not to mention the Montalet widow will be inside. I shook my head and packed away my claws, slipping on a pair of black leather gloves instead. I couldn't risk hurting someone if I brought my weapon along. Instead, I packed my belt pack with extra tranquilliser darts and tear gas and a master key to get into the house. Listening to the sounds in the house, I slid my window open and jumped onto the handy branch of the tree that grew so close to my window. When I landed, I didn't stop. I ran as fast as I could and leapt over the fence. Next stop, La Rue Du Fleur.
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I'd like to thank my first, and only reviewer to date, Crazy Rei luva. *Hands Rei plushie to CRL*. Thankies! ^_____^
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.