Hey Guys, Septembers over, so I guess I should be working on my chapter,
huh?
Here goes, wait, never mind, a couple of things left to do before the fic starts! ^^U
Disclaimer: Don't own it, and if you don't know what "It" is, then congrats, you have a life, and if you DO know "It" is, then congrats, you DON'T have a life and are part of my "not-so-normal-club".
:: Speech between Bit Beast's and Owners::
*Personal Thoughts*
~*~Time Change~*~
*~*Setting Change*~*
^POV Change^
(A/N: Any other authoress's notes will be posted at the end of the chapter.)
~*~
Kohaku Zion woke up the next morning and immediately got dressed, ready for the next training session she had that afternoon.
She slipped on her black bell-bottom jeans and strung plenty of silver chains throughout the belt-loops.
She wore 3/4 shirt with white sleeves. The torso of the shirt was lime green and white continued onto a number "10" on the chest.
She hung her hair into a half-ponytail and she slid her knuckle-protecting gloves onto her fingers, wriggling them around to get used to the feeling. She stuck her Beyblade, rip-cord and launcher in the pocket of her trench- coat as she strut down the stairs.
She didn't know who was going to be today's trainer, but she guessed that she wouldn't have the chance to choose, if she did, it definitely wouldn't be Tyson.
She turned on a dime into the kitchen and saw her grandfather cooking over the stove, "Mornin' gramps," she greeted, opening up the fridge and taking out the carton of Orange Juice.
"And don't drink out of the carton either, Koko," Mr. Dickinson said, catching her just before the carton was raised to her mouth.
Kohaku shrugged and put the carton on the counter, then opening a cupboard and taking a drinking glass from its shelving unit.
As she took a gulp of juice, she saw her grandfather stick two plates of waffles on the table, he called out to the person in the living room, "WAFFLES ARE READY!" he told him.
Kohaku laughed, "Gramps are you going blind? I'm right here!" she told him, calling one of the plates on the table.
Her grandpa laughed, "No, you have a visitor so I made some waffles for the both of you," he told her.
As Kohaku shoved a waffle into her mouth, Johnny McGregor walked into the kitchen and sat down beside her. Kohaku gulped hard and dropped her fork, picking up her glass of juice and taking a quick swig, trying to ignore the redhead beside her. He cut up his waffle in large pieces and fit them perfectly inside his mouth, chewing and swallowing carefully.
*Perfectionist,* Kohaku thought to herself as she stuck another waffle into her mouth.
"So," Johnny started, trying to put a topic on board so they might get back on the right track.
"Quit the small talk John," she said impatiently, "What are we doing today for training and when are we going to start so I might be able to leave sooner then later,"
Johnny knew she was ticked off at him, and personally, he didn't blame her. Arcada was her arch-rival and he was best friends with her, and was on the verge of a bond between himself and Kohaku.
"We could do whatever you want today, I'm not exactly in the mood for a training session, but I'm still asking that you spend time with me today so the others think we did at least SOMETHING to help you,"
"I'm fine actually," she said looking at the calendar. It was a Tuesday of course, but the Tuesday afterwards was the day they would leave to go to the tournament. She remembered how the reward money would go to the greatest beyblader there, and how much practice it would take. After thinking of the competition, she thought of training by herself, or possibly even with Johnny.
"On the other hand," she started, "We could go to the barn and train there,"
Johnny was stunned, "You're serious?!"
Kohaku nodded, "Sure am, I want to win the money so that my mother and I can buy a house and finally live together instead of being separated," she said, still holding the solemn voice she always had.
Johnny still didn't know if Kohaku was as serious as he would like to think she was, he didn't know what to say, though the words, "Alright, I can take you there anytime you want," flowed through his mouth like liquid.
"What do you mean, 'I' can take you there anytime you want?" she asked, lifting her glass of juice to her mouth and taking a long sip.
"Well," Johnny started, "My mother and father just got me a new motorcycle a couple of weeks ago, and I've got my license before that, I can take you on bike,"
Kohaku tried to swallow the juice in a big gulp, and did with great difficulty. "Um, alright, but you got to promise me that you won't give me lessons,"
Johnny agreed without asking why, and then they were off. Johnny had brought his bike to Mr. Dickenson's house in the first place, and brought and lent his helmet to Kohaku. She took it and slid it on her head, jumping on the back of the red-head's motorbike. Johnny got on without a helmet, but just as Kohaku was about to ask him why, he started the engine and they were off, Johnny kicking up dust and Kohaku giving him directions to there appointed destination where they would be training for the remainder of the day.
~*~*~*~
Whoa, just so everyone knows, I was grounded for 2 weeks, that's why I didn't update.... :(
Tyson: Why were you grounded Phat Katt?
P.K: I slapped my sister.... BUT I DID IT ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE, I SWEAR!
Max: Ya right...
Ray: I was there, she hit Chibi P.K. REALLY hard, and that's why she got in so much trouble.....
P.K: Hey, that was mean, so was me hitting my sister, but, you know how it goes; now no one will want to be my younger or older sibling again! MWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Here goes, wait, never mind, a couple of things left to do before the fic starts! ^^U
Disclaimer: Don't own it, and if you don't know what "It" is, then congrats, you have a life, and if you DO know "It" is, then congrats, you DON'T have a life and are part of my "not-so-normal-club".
:: Speech between Bit Beast's and Owners::
*Personal Thoughts*
~*~Time Change~*~
*~*Setting Change*~*
^POV Change^
(A/N: Any other authoress's notes will be posted at the end of the chapter.)
~*~
Kohaku Zion woke up the next morning and immediately got dressed, ready for the next training session she had that afternoon.
She slipped on her black bell-bottom jeans and strung plenty of silver chains throughout the belt-loops.
She wore 3/4 shirt with white sleeves. The torso of the shirt was lime green and white continued onto a number "10" on the chest.
She hung her hair into a half-ponytail and she slid her knuckle-protecting gloves onto her fingers, wriggling them around to get used to the feeling. She stuck her Beyblade, rip-cord and launcher in the pocket of her trench- coat as she strut down the stairs.
She didn't know who was going to be today's trainer, but she guessed that she wouldn't have the chance to choose, if she did, it definitely wouldn't be Tyson.
She turned on a dime into the kitchen and saw her grandfather cooking over the stove, "Mornin' gramps," she greeted, opening up the fridge and taking out the carton of Orange Juice.
"And don't drink out of the carton either, Koko," Mr. Dickinson said, catching her just before the carton was raised to her mouth.
Kohaku shrugged and put the carton on the counter, then opening a cupboard and taking a drinking glass from its shelving unit.
As she took a gulp of juice, she saw her grandfather stick two plates of waffles on the table, he called out to the person in the living room, "WAFFLES ARE READY!" he told him.
Kohaku laughed, "Gramps are you going blind? I'm right here!" she told him, calling one of the plates on the table.
Her grandpa laughed, "No, you have a visitor so I made some waffles for the both of you," he told her.
As Kohaku shoved a waffle into her mouth, Johnny McGregor walked into the kitchen and sat down beside her. Kohaku gulped hard and dropped her fork, picking up her glass of juice and taking a quick swig, trying to ignore the redhead beside her. He cut up his waffle in large pieces and fit them perfectly inside his mouth, chewing and swallowing carefully.
*Perfectionist,* Kohaku thought to herself as she stuck another waffle into her mouth.
"So," Johnny started, trying to put a topic on board so they might get back on the right track.
"Quit the small talk John," she said impatiently, "What are we doing today for training and when are we going to start so I might be able to leave sooner then later,"
Johnny knew she was ticked off at him, and personally, he didn't blame her. Arcada was her arch-rival and he was best friends with her, and was on the verge of a bond between himself and Kohaku.
"We could do whatever you want today, I'm not exactly in the mood for a training session, but I'm still asking that you spend time with me today so the others think we did at least SOMETHING to help you,"
"I'm fine actually," she said looking at the calendar. It was a Tuesday of course, but the Tuesday afterwards was the day they would leave to go to the tournament. She remembered how the reward money would go to the greatest beyblader there, and how much practice it would take. After thinking of the competition, she thought of training by herself, or possibly even with Johnny.
"On the other hand," she started, "We could go to the barn and train there,"
Johnny was stunned, "You're serious?!"
Kohaku nodded, "Sure am, I want to win the money so that my mother and I can buy a house and finally live together instead of being separated," she said, still holding the solemn voice she always had.
Johnny still didn't know if Kohaku was as serious as he would like to think she was, he didn't know what to say, though the words, "Alright, I can take you there anytime you want," flowed through his mouth like liquid.
"What do you mean, 'I' can take you there anytime you want?" she asked, lifting her glass of juice to her mouth and taking a long sip.
"Well," Johnny started, "My mother and father just got me a new motorcycle a couple of weeks ago, and I've got my license before that, I can take you on bike,"
Kohaku tried to swallow the juice in a big gulp, and did with great difficulty. "Um, alright, but you got to promise me that you won't give me lessons,"
Johnny agreed without asking why, and then they were off. Johnny had brought his bike to Mr. Dickenson's house in the first place, and brought and lent his helmet to Kohaku. She took it and slid it on her head, jumping on the back of the red-head's motorbike. Johnny got on without a helmet, but just as Kohaku was about to ask him why, he started the engine and they were off, Johnny kicking up dust and Kohaku giving him directions to there appointed destination where they would be training for the remainder of the day.
~*~*~*~
Whoa, just so everyone knows, I was grounded for 2 weeks, that's why I didn't update.... :(
Tyson: Why were you grounded Phat Katt?
P.K: I slapped my sister.... BUT I DID IT ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE, I SWEAR!
Max: Ya right...
Ray: I was there, she hit Chibi P.K. REALLY hard, and that's why she got in so much trouble.....
P.K: Hey, that was mean, so was me hitting my sister, but, you know how it goes; now no one will want to be my younger or older sibling again! MWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!