The Remedy, Ch. 3
by Nyassa Kaiba
Notes: Okay, lets see how long it takes me to get this done. the time is 12:55 pm
~Emily~
It was practice. I couldn't focus. That can be painful. Eddy knocked Trygator out of the ring for the umpteenth time and the top hit me in the face. "You might want to pay more attention." He reminded me.
"I know." I said with a sigh. "I just can't stop thinking about what... what happened at the concert."
"That doesn't matter to me. And if it comes down to it in the finals, whoever it is we have to battle won't care and take advantage of that." Eddy pointed out. "It's just like with Tennis, if you don't pay attention you get hit in the face."
"I know, I know enough already!" I snapped. "Get your blade ready and get ready to feel pain!"
Steve sighed. "I'd never have expected that kind of temper from you Emily."
"Look who's talking." I snarled.
"Okay, we're going to take a time out and let you cool down." Michael said calmly. "Because I don't want to get hit in the head with any blunt objects."
Robert laughed from the bench where he and Johnny were sprawled. Johnny slipped his sunglasses down to see better. "There's nothing wrong with being gay you know." He pointed out. "I know plenty of gay couples who didn't deserve half the shit they got."
"Manners Johnny." Oliver reminded him.
"Well that's you Johnny. That's not me." Emily said calmly.
"It's many people, I'm simply reminding you that there's no right or wrong way to do anything, including falling in love. There are just different ways for different people." Johnny returned to his sunbathing.
Enrique looked up from tuning his Beyblade. He looked from me, to the other All Stars, to Johnny. Looked about to say something, decided against it, and calmly returned to his tuning.
Robert stretched, then gave the others a cautionary look. "Don't bother her right now." He told the other Majestics. "But remember Emily that what you do outside the dish, stays outside the dish, what you do inside the dish, stays inside the dish. That was the first thing that my acting teacher taught me and it goes for anything, including sports and beyblading."
"That's easy to say and harder to do." I muttered. I looked around the inner city basketball courts, walled off from the rest of the world by a chainlink fence. I noticed a strange, slate haired girl wearing a dark blue cloak leaning against the fence. The girl was joined by another in a green cloak with brown and silver hair. The two of them, laughing, strode off down the street. A red ferarri with tinted windows stopped and the two girls got in.
It seemed like everybody else had it easy. I had so much weighing on my mind. Maybe I should call it quits for the day. Tyson, meanwhile, had found a cd that he actually recognized in Robert's collection. "Hey Robert, can I play this one?"
"Let me see." Robert held up the cd. "Hey, tATu, you DO have good taste."
Tyson grinned. "Last time I checked they weren't considered good taste, but I like them anyway."
To my total and utter surprise, I recognized the song that I'd sung barely a week ago. "Hey, who sang that song? Who IS tATu?"
"They're a pair of Lesbians from Russia." Enrique said, with an impudent grin.
"ENRIQUE!!" I snapped. "I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!"
"Excuse me." I turned around.
The four people who faced me could ONLY have been one of the local Beyblade Teams. The foremost of them wore a dark, ultramarine cloak over her face. The second wore an emerald green cloak over their face. The third wore a pale blue cloak over their eyes, and the fourth wore a burgundy red cloak that covered her face.
The first of them uncovered her eyes. "My name is Nyassa, Captain of the Connecticut team, The Tribe." Nyassa had red eyes and long, silky slate blue hair that shimmered in waves down to her knees. She turned to address Michael. "I came to challenge your team, the All Stars to a 4 on 4 match."
"YOU'RE ON!!" Michael grinned, all worry forgotten in the furor of a match. The other All Stars fanned out around the left side of the dish. The Tribe on the right side. The other two teams formed a loose circle around the dish.
"Let me go first!" Eddy begged. "I wanna go first!"
"Okay Eddy, feel out their strengths." Michael told him. "They shouldn't be too powerful."
"We're as powerful as we think we are." The figure in pale blue said calmly. "Beyblading is as much an art of empathy as it is a science of numbers. A blader without empathy cannot hope to win."
"How did you know that??" Robert demanded. "That was what my coach told me when I was learning!"
"You'll find out." The girl said calmly. "Do you think any given coach takes on only one apprentice?"
"I know only one person who talks like that!" Robert exclaimed, wide eyed.
"I should hope you do." The girl said with a grin. She removed her hood. "I am Diana Giancarlo, your first opponent." Diana had a much more delicate face than Robert, but her hair and eyes were similar enough to show a family resemblance. "I've traveled far and wide Oniisan. A favor for a friend brings me here. Do not interfere."
"Oh, and which friend is that?" Max asked skeptically.
"You'll find out soon enough." Diana said calmly. "You ready?" She asked Eddy.
"You bet I am! It's not every day you see the sister of a Majestic this far from Europe!"
Robert volunteered to be referee. "3...2...1... let em rip!"
Diana's beyblade was small, but it had long, sharp claws on the sides. "Dizzi, what are your readings?" Kenny asked, curiousity getting the better of him.
"Hmm... it's got pretty solid stats all around Kenny, but I don't like the looks of those claws. And the readings show that she's got a Bit Beast at the ready."
"Hmm... I wonder what bitbeast she has." Kenny said thoughtfully. "Do you have any records on the Tribe Team?"
"I'm searching the database now. Oh, here they are, the Tribe Team is all female and their bit beasts are all out of Native American Mythology. Take a look. Railyon is a wild mustang, Manitou is a painted eagle from Iroqois Mythology, and... uht oh... the other two that they have are called Master Driger and Wing Dragoon." Dizzi said worriedly.
"That doesn't sound Native American!" Tyson protested.
"Master Driger was found the Mayan Ruins, the inscription read; 'Within is the spirit of the Kabakara, a part Jaguar part human monster that has existed since the beginning of time.' And Wing Dragoon was found in an Aztec Pyramid, the inscription read, 'Here the spirit of the winged serpent god, Quetzcotl lies at rest. He will be revived by the courage of his chosen servent.'"
"That... doesn't sound good." Rei said bluntly.
"Then we'll hope that Eddy nips this one in the bud."
Meanwhile, the beyblades clashed without any sign of either running out os steam. "You're pretty good!" Diana grinned, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously at Eddy. "How 'bout we bring out our beasts and let the sparks fly?"
"You got it! Trypio! Come on out of there!"
"Alright Railyon my friend. Show him the power of the Nez Perce!" A wild stallion and a scorpion was a pretty odd match up. Why would they... "My buddy Railyon was the guardian spirit of the legendary Chief Joseph, his indian name translates into Thunder rolling in the mountains. When he died, Railyon went to rest, until Cheif Joseph's descendent, Joseph of Walawa found him and gave him to me." Diana said smugly. "Railyon! Thunder Roll! NOW!" The stallion stomped left, right, left, right, left, right. Sparks flew from it's feet. Trypio started to slip and jump around on the dish floor.
"Uht-oh, Trypio's weak point is if it overbalences!" I cried.
The scorpian beast hissed dangerously, jabbing at Railyon. Sparks flew from the mustang's hooves. With a loud boom and a flash of blinding light, Trypio was thrown back from the ring. The blade skittered to a halt, oh... 30 feet away.
"YOW!" Eddy exclaimed.
"Diana's pretty good." Tyson gulped.
"Readings Dizzi?" Kenny asked.
"Minor seismic waves, that beast wasn't kidding around!" Dizzi exclaimed.
"Native America was one of three cradles of civilization, the other two were Egypt and Babylonia." Nyassa said calmly. "Don't tell me you haven't taken Ancient Civilizations, it's required in 6th grade and I know that except for the little guy, all of you are at least in 7th."
"Even I know that." Kenny said indignantly. "I'm not that young!"
"I'll go next." Steve's face set in an expression that he usually only reserved for the varsity games. It was an, I don't think I'm going to make it look.
"Well then Stevey boy ol' pal! I'll battle you, consider it a rematch after the beating I gave you last time." Nyassa grinned, taking her place.
"You know her?" Michael asked, arching a skeptical eyebrow.
"She's on my bus at school." Steve said with a tiny quirk of a smile.
"Be careful." Dizzi said worriedly. "I have the strangest feeling that this match is going to be too hot to handle."
"And you'd be right." Nyassa grinned down at Kenny and Dizzi. "Because my bit beast is straight out of the sun!"
"3...2...1... let 'em rip!" Robert dropped his arms in the signal to launch.
The blades were let loose. "Do you know how big an animal a golden eagle can kill Steve?"
Steve growled, saying nothing, his jaw was set in a stubborn line.
"They've been recorded at taking down a buck male dear, and it's not a stretch for mine to take down a fat lazy cow!" Nyassa shouted. "MANITOU!!"
The light as the golden sun eagle jumped from the blade was blinding and for a moment I thought I saw...
"DRANZER!" The blade breakers gasped.
"Not Dranzer. Everybody, meet Manitou, the Sky God of the Iroqois Nation! And you're worst Aerial Nightmare!"
~tbc~
I am having sooo much fun with this fic. So I've decided to drag it out a bit! Have fun with it!
by Nyassa Kaiba
Notes: Okay, lets see how long it takes me to get this done. the time is 12:55 pm
~Emily~
It was practice. I couldn't focus. That can be painful. Eddy knocked Trygator out of the ring for the umpteenth time and the top hit me in the face. "You might want to pay more attention." He reminded me.
"I know." I said with a sigh. "I just can't stop thinking about what... what happened at the concert."
"That doesn't matter to me. And if it comes down to it in the finals, whoever it is we have to battle won't care and take advantage of that." Eddy pointed out. "It's just like with Tennis, if you don't pay attention you get hit in the face."
"I know, I know enough already!" I snapped. "Get your blade ready and get ready to feel pain!"
Steve sighed. "I'd never have expected that kind of temper from you Emily."
"Look who's talking." I snarled.
"Okay, we're going to take a time out and let you cool down." Michael said calmly. "Because I don't want to get hit in the head with any blunt objects."
Robert laughed from the bench where he and Johnny were sprawled. Johnny slipped his sunglasses down to see better. "There's nothing wrong with being gay you know." He pointed out. "I know plenty of gay couples who didn't deserve half the shit they got."
"Manners Johnny." Oliver reminded him.
"Well that's you Johnny. That's not me." Emily said calmly.
"It's many people, I'm simply reminding you that there's no right or wrong way to do anything, including falling in love. There are just different ways for different people." Johnny returned to his sunbathing.
Enrique looked up from tuning his Beyblade. He looked from me, to the other All Stars, to Johnny. Looked about to say something, decided against it, and calmly returned to his tuning.
Robert stretched, then gave the others a cautionary look. "Don't bother her right now." He told the other Majestics. "But remember Emily that what you do outside the dish, stays outside the dish, what you do inside the dish, stays inside the dish. That was the first thing that my acting teacher taught me and it goes for anything, including sports and beyblading."
"That's easy to say and harder to do." I muttered. I looked around the inner city basketball courts, walled off from the rest of the world by a chainlink fence. I noticed a strange, slate haired girl wearing a dark blue cloak leaning against the fence. The girl was joined by another in a green cloak with brown and silver hair. The two of them, laughing, strode off down the street. A red ferarri with tinted windows stopped and the two girls got in.
It seemed like everybody else had it easy. I had so much weighing on my mind. Maybe I should call it quits for the day. Tyson, meanwhile, had found a cd that he actually recognized in Robert's collection. "Hey Robert, can I play this one?"
"Let me see." Robert held up the cd. "Hey, tATu, you DO have good taste."
Tyson grinned. "Last time I checked they weren't considered good taste, but I like them anyway."
To my total and utter surprise, I recognized the song that I'd sung barely a week ago. "Hey, who sang that song? Who IS tATu?"
"They're a pair of Lesbians from Russia." Enrique said, with an impudent grin.
"ENRIQUE!!" I snapped. "I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!"
"Excuse me." I turned around.
The four people who faced me could ONLY have been one of the local Beyblade Teams. The foremost of them wore a dark, ultramarine cloak over her face. The second wore an emerald green cloak over their face. The third wore a pale blue cloak over their eyes, and the fourth wore a burgundy red cloak that covered her face.
The first of them uncovered her eyes. "My name is Nyassa, Captain of the Connecticut team, The Tribe." Nyassa had red eyes and long, silky slate blue hair that shimmered in waves down to her knees. She turned to address Michael. "I came to challenge your team, the All Stars to a 4 on 4 match."
"YOU'RE ON!!" Michael grinned, all worry forgotten in the furor of a match. The other All Stars fanned out around the left side of the dish. The Tribe on the right side. The other two teams formed a loose circle around the dish.
"Let me go first!" Eddy begged. "I wanna go first!"
"Okay Eddy, feel out their strengths." Michael told him. "They shouldn't be too powerful."
"We're as powerful as we think we are." The figure in pale blue said calmly. "Beyblading is as much an art of empathy as it is a science of numbers. A blader without empathy cannot hope to win."
"How did you know that??" Robert demanded. "That was what my coach told me when I was learning!"
"You'll find out." The girl said calmly. "Do you think any given coach takes on only one apprentice?"
"I know only one person who talks like that!" Robert exclaimed, wide eyed.
"I should hope you do." The girl said with a grin. She removed her hood. "I am Diana Giancarlo, your first opponent." Diana had a much more delicate face than Robert, but her hair and eyes were similar enough to show a family resemblance. "I've traveled far and wide Oniisan. A favor for a friend brings me here. Do not interfere."
"Oh, and which friend is that?" Max asked skeptically.
"You'll find out soon enough." Diana said calmly. "You ready?" She asked Eddy.
"You bet I am! It's not every day you see the sister of a Majestic this far from Europe!"
Robert volunteered to be referee. "3...2...1... let em rip!"
Diana's beyblade was small, but it had long, sharp claws on the sides. "Dizzi, what are your readings?" Kenny asked, curiousity getting the better of him.
"Hmm... it's got pretty solid stats all around Kenny, but I don't like the looks of those claws. And the readings show that she's got a Bit Beast at the ready."
"Hmm... I wonder what bitbeast she has." Kenny said thoughtfully. "Do you have any records on the Tribe Team?"
"I'm searching the database now. Oh, here they are, the Tribe Team is all female and their bit beasts are all out of Native American Mythology. Take a look. Railyon is a wild mustang, Manitou is a painted eagle from Iroqois Mythology, and... uht oh... the other two that they have are called Master Driger and Wing Dragoon." Dizzi said worriedly.
"That doesn't sound Native American!" Tyson protested.
"Master Driger was found the Mayan Ruins, the inscription read; 'Within is the spirit of the Kabakara, a part Jaguar part human monster that has existed since the beginning of time.' And Wing Dragoon was found in an Aztec Pyramid, the inscription read, 'Here the spirit of the winged serpent god, Quetzcotl lies at rest. He will be revived by the courage of his chosen servent.'"
"That... doesn't sound good." Rei said bluntly.
"Then we'll hope that Eddy nips this one in the bud."
Meanwhile, the beyblades clashed without any sign of either running out os steam. "You're pretty good!" Diana grinned, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously at Eddy. "How 'bout we bring out our beasts and let the sparks fly?"
"You got it! Trypio! Come on out of there!"
"Alright Railyon my friend. Show him the power of the Nez Perce!" A wild stallion and a scorpion was a pretty odd match up. Why would they... "My buddy Railyon was the guardian spirit of the legendary Chief Joseph, his indian name translates into Thunder rolling in the mountains. When he died, Railyon went to rest, until Cheif Joseph's descendent, Joseph of Walawa found him and gave him to me." Diana said smugly. "Railyon! Thunder Roll! NOW!" The stallion stomped left, right, left, right, left, right. Sparks flew from it's feet. Trypio started to slip and jump around on the dish floor.
"Uht-oh, Trypio's weak point is if it overbalences!" I cried.
The scorpian beast hissed dangerously, jabbing at Railyon. Sparks flew from the mustang's hooves. With a loud boom and a flash of blinding light, Trypio was thrown back from the ring. The blade skittered to a halt, oh... 30 feet away.
"YOW!" Eddy exclaimed.
"Diana's pretty good." Tyson gulped.
"Readings Dizzi?" Kenny asked.
"Minor seismic waves, that beast wasn't kidding around!" Dizzi exclaimed.
"Native America was one of three cradles of civilization, the other two were Egypt and Babylonia." Nyassa said calmly. "Don't tell me you haven't taken Ancient Civilizations, it's required in 6th grade and I know that except for the little guy, all of you are at least in 7th."
"Even I know that." Kenny said indignantly. "I'm not that young!"
"I'll go next." Steve's face set in an expression that he usually only reserved for the varsity games. It was an, I don't think I'm going to make it look.
"Well then Stevey boy ol' pal! I'll battle you, consider it a rematch after the beating I gave you last time." Nyassa grinned, taking her place.
"You know her?" Michael asked, arching a skeptical eyebrow.
"She's on my bus at school." Steve said with a tiny quirk of a smile.
"Be careful." Dizzi said worriedly. "I have the strangest feeling that this match is going to be too hot to handle."
"And you'd be right." Nyassa grinned down at Kenny and Dizzi. "Because my bit beast is straight out of the sun!"
"3...2...1... let 'em rip!" Robert dropped his arms in the signal to launch.
The blades were let loose. "Do you know how big an animal a golden eagle can kill Steve?"
Steve growled, saying nothing, his jaw was set in a stubborn line.
"They've been recorded at taking down a buck male dear, and it's not a stretch for mine to take down a fat lazy cow!" Nyassa shouted. "MANITOU!!"
The light as the golden sun eagle jumped from the blade was blinding and for a moment I thought I saw...
"DRANZER!" The blade breakers gasped.
"Not Dranzer. Everybody, meet Manitou, the Sky God of the Iroqois Nation! And you're worst Aerial Nightmare!"
~tbc~
I am having sooo much fun with this fic. So I've decided to drag it out a bit! Have fun with it!