This is a direct follows on from 'Kai's secret past', so if you haven't
read that do so now. They are quite closely connected. Anyway. this is my
version of the beyblade movie. It is set, for some strange reason, in
Tyson, Kenny and Hillary's school. The other Bladebreakers (Kai, Ray and
Max) and the Saintshelds (Ozuma, Miriam and Joseph) are enrolled in the
school for a while, by the BBA, after the second world tournament. A new
girl arrives and Kai seems to recognise her, but he soon finds that she
blocked all memory of her past and has to remind her before its too late.
Although this is quite an urgent matter he doesn't want to show any form of
emotion to his friends, so he must uncover TKs memory in secret. Enjoy
people, and plz R&R.
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'Shit,' she said loudly.
She was late for her first day at her new school. She pushed her foot against the ground to speed up the movement of her skateboard; the wind blew her long brown hair backward to show the blonde streaks she had naturally gained from travelling to hot countries. When she got in view of the large, orange coloured building she braced herself. She jumped up on the board, grinded down the banister of the stairs and landed on her feet perfectly, board in hand. As she turned around, the other kids applauded her loudly, but were cut of by the bell. She sprinted to reception as fast as she could.
'Hi, I'm the new student,' she said to the women behind the desk.
'Takamara, I presume,' she replied in a fake stuck-up kind of way.
'Yes.'
'Okay, choose your subjects, please.'
She took hold of the list and ticked the box next to advanced science, all foreign languages, intermediate mathematics, ancient history, national geography and for design technology: advanced resistant materials, graphics, electronics/engineering and art.
'Ah an all rounder. You're in room F17 first period, with Mrs Cencade. Your lesson starts in 20 minutes. And here's your timetable.'
'Thanks,' she said, snatching the paper from the women's hand and walking away.
She went out of the building and sat on a bench under a tree. She looked at the map of the grounds, a look of puzzlement on her shadowed face.
Kai asked himself.
He was behind the tree, watching her closely. She could not see him. He stared at her for a moment, but was soon snapped back to reality by Jenna. Jenna was the schools 'Madam slut'. She, and her large group of followers, slagged off anyone they could. They walked towards Takamara, grins on their faces.
' Hi,' Jenna said in her 'nice' voice.
Takamara looked up, but showed no expression on her face.
Kai thought.
' I said hello,' Jenna said, getting annoyed.
' And?' Takamara asked irritably.
' And you're supposed to answer me.'
' You think you can make me?'
' Oh, I forgot you're new here, and don't know who I am yet. But you will learn the hard way if need be.'
' Yeah,' Takamara smirked,' Right.'
' Bitch! You will learn to respect me,' Jenna yelled, lunging forward and punching Takamara on her cheek as hard as she could.
Takamara let it hit her, and paused for a moment. Eventually she tensed herself. Without a single sound she moved her arm and clutched Jenna by the neck, a few feet above the ground.
' Now then, you might want to reconsider that promise, Girl,' Takamara said smirking at the wriggling Jenna.
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Authoress note: I made her smirk coz its just way too hard not to when your doing that to somebody! (*Looks around being paranoid* not that I have every done that or anything. *Sighs in relieve that nobody realises I'm lying* Oops, did I think that out load?!)
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Takamara then dropped Jenna to the ground and began to walk away.
' Where do you think you're going,' Jenna yelled after her.
' I have no real reason to fight you,' she replied.
' Come here and say that to my face.'
Takamara walked back towards Jenna and raised her right arm. She began to untie the wristband she wore on it, pulled it off and turned her arm around. Jenna squirmed at what she saw. Takamara had a huge slit down her wrist area. It was a scar, but from the looks of it, it had been very painful.
' That,' Takamara said nodding to the engraving in her arm,' is what happened the last time I got into a fight.'
' So you're scared of me then? Scared that I will do the same?'
' Afraid not. That didn't happen in the fight, it was my punishment for starting one. If I showed any sign of pain it was made deeper and deeper until I learned how to just take it.'
As Kai looked from the scar to Takamara's face, he realized that she had been moved to a much worse place than where he had last seen her. Her eyes glinted pain, but only for a fraction of a second. Then she recovered her expressionless mask, mush like the one Kai had used to avoid becoming close friends with the rest of his team a few years ago.
The bell rang loudly. Takamara ran down the steps and through the corridor, until she found a room with 'F17' written boldly on the door. She went in and walked slowly to the front of the class.
'Class,' said the teacher in a small voice,' this is Takamara. She's new so I want you all to be nice.'
She looked around at the class and watched the other kids' reaction when they saw her clothes. She wore a tattered black top and a short black skirt, torn at the bottom, held up with a spiked belt and with a chain hung down the right side of it. ' Hi,' Takamara said waving her right hand, which was covered with the black leather wristband once again.
'You can take a seat next to Hillary, and she will show you around.'
She sat down next to the girl Mrs Cencade had pointed to. She had shoulder length, brown hair, and was wearing a pink jumper over a black tank top and a white skirt.
'Hi,' she said nicely.
'Hello,' Takamara replied.
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After the lesson Hillary took Takamara to the lounge. There were a lot of other kids in there.
'Hi guys,' Hillary said promptly. All but one said hello back.
'This is Takamara. She's new here.'
'Hi, and please call me TK.'
One of the lads stood up and looked at her for a minute. He had longish Slate coloured hair, with a hat over the top of it. He was dressed in black jeans and a yellow shirt with a red jacket.
'Hi, TK,' he said,' I'm Tyson, nice to meet you.'
He stuck his hand out and pointed at the blond, cheerful looking kid in the middle of the room,' That is Max, or we call him Maxi.'
Max looked back and smiled at her politely.
' Then there is Rei,' said Tyson, pointing again, this time to a tall boy with Japanese traditional clothes on. He waved and smiled.
' And,' Tyson said again,' Kenny, Ozuma, Miriam and Joseph.' She looked at the corner where they were all crowded around a laptop.
Taka went and sat next to Hillary in the corner, and couldn't help asking,' Tyson missed one out. Who is that?' she nodded her head towards the quiet boy, stood away from everyone else.
'Oh, that's Kai. I wouldn't bother with him. He doesn't talk much, to anyone.'
Taka didn't tell Hillary, but he looked awfully familiar. Kind of like she had met him before. Then, she had never remembered much about my past. She just remembered the places she had visited. She didn't know where she was from originally. But she didn't care, she was happy not knowing.
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'Shit,' she said loudly.
She was late for her first day at her new school. She pushed her foot against the ground to speed up the movement of her skateboard; the wind blew her long brown hair backward to show the blonde streaks she had naturally gained from travelling to hot countries. When she got in view of the large, orange coloured building she braced herself. She jumped up on the board, grinded down the banister of the stairs and landed on her feet perfectly, board in hand. As she turned around, the other kids applauded her loudly, but were cut of by the bell. She sprinted to reception as fast as she could.
'Hi, I'm the new student,' she said to the women behind the desk.
'Takamara, I presume,' she replied in a fake stuck-up kind of way.
'Yes.'
'Okay, choose your subjects, please.'
She took hold of the list and ticked the box next to advanced science, all foreign languages, intermediate mathematics, ancient history, national geography and for design technology: advanced resistant materials, graphics, electronics/engineering and art.
'Ah an all rounder. You're in room F17 first period, with Mrs Cencade. Your lesson starts in 20 minutes. And here's your timetable.'
'Thanks,' she said, snatching the paper from the women's hand and walking away.
She went out of the building and sat on a bench under a tree. She looked at the map of the grounds, a look of puzzlement on her shadowed face.
Kai asked himself.
He was behind the tree, watching her closely. She could not see him. He stared at her for a moment, but was soon snapped back to reality by Jenna. Jenna was the schools 'Madam slut'. She, and her large group of followers, slagged off anyone they could. They walked towards Takamara, grins on their faces.
' Hi,' Jenna said in her 'nice' voice.
Takamara looked up, but showed no expression on her face.
Kai thought.
' I said hello,' Jenna said, getting annoyed.
' And?' Takamara asked irritably.
' And you're supposed to answer me.'
' You think you can make me?'
' Oh, I forgot you're new here, and don't know who I am yet. But you will learn the hard way if need be.'
' Yeah,' Takamara smirked,' Right.'
' Bitch! You will learn to respect me,' Jenna yelled, lunging forward and punching Takamara on her cheek as hard as she could.
Takamara let it hit her, and paused for a moment. Eventually she tensed herself. Without a single sound she moved her arm and clutched Jenna by the neck, a few feet above the ground.
' Now then, you might want to reconsider that promise, Girl,' Takamara said smirking at the wriggling Jenna.
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Authoress note: I made her smirk coz its just way too hard not to when your doing that to somebody! (*Looks around being paranoid* not that I have every done that or anything. *Sighs in relieve that nobody realises I'm lying* Oops, did I think that out load?!)
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Takamara then dropped Jenna to the ground and began to walk away.
' Where do you think you're going,' Jenna yelled after her.
' I have no real reason to fight you,' she replied.
' Come here and say that to my face.'
Takamara walked back towards Jenna and raised her right arm. She began to untie the wristband she wore on it, pulled it off and turned her arm around. Jenna squirmed at what she saw. Takamara had a huge slit down her wrist area. It was a scar, but from the looks of it, it had been very painful.
' That,' Takamara said nodding to the engraving in her arm,' is what happened the last time I got into a fight.'
' So you're scared of me then? Scared that I will do the same?'
' Afraid not. That didn't happen in the fight, it was my punishment for starting one. If I showed any sign of pain it was made deeper and deeper until I learned how to just take it.'
As Kai looked from the scar to Takamara's face, he realized that she had been moved to a much worse place than where he had last seen her. Her eyes glinted pain, but only for a fraction of a second. Then she recovered her expressionless mask, mush like the one Kai had used to avoid becoming close friends with the rest of his team a few years ago.
The bell rang loudly. Takamara ran down the steps and through the corridor, until she found a room with 'F17' written boldly on the door. She went in and walked slowly to the front of the class.
'Class,' said the teacher in a small voice,' this is Takamara. She's new so I want you all to be nice.'
She looked around at the class and watched the other kids' reaction when they saw her clothes. She wore a tattered black top and a short black skirt, torn at the bottom, held up with a spiked belt and with a chain hung down the right side of it. ' Hi,' Takamara said waving her right hand, which was covered with the black leather wristband once again.
'You can take a seat next to Hillary, and she will show you around.'
She sat down next to the girl Mrs Cencade had pointed to. She had shoulder length, brown hair, and was wearing a pink jumper over a black tank top and a white skirt.
'Hi,' she said nicely.
'Hello,' Takamara replied.
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After the lesson Hillary took Takamara to the lounge. There were a lot of other kids in there.
'Hi guys,' Hillary said promptly. All but one said hello back.
'This is Takamara. She's new here.'
'Hi, and please call me TK.'
One of the lads stood up and looked at her for a minute. He had longish Slate coloured hair, with a hat over the top of it. He was dressed in black jeans and a yellow shirt with a red jacket.
'Hi, TK,' he said,' I'm Tyson, nice to meet you.'
He stuck his hand out and pointed at the blond, cheerful looking kid in the middle of the room,' That is Max, or we call him Maxi.'
Max looked back and smiled at her politely.
' Then there is Rei,' said Tyson, pointing again, this time to a tall boy with Japanese traditional clothes on. He waved and smiled.
' And,' Tyson said again,' Kenny, Ozuma, Miriam and Joseph.' She looked at the corner where they were all crowded around a laptop.
Taka went and sat next to Hillary in the corner, and couldn't help asking,' Tyson missed one out. Who is that?' she nodded her head towards the quiet boy, stood away from everyone else.
'Oh, that's Kai. I wouldn't bother with him. He doesn't talk much, to anyone.'
Taka didn't tell Hillary, but he looked awfully familiar. Kind of like she had met him before. Then, she had never remembered much about my past. She just remembered the places she had visited. She didn't know where she was from originally. But she didn't care, she was happy not knowing.