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I could see that my father was beaming with pride, and even my grandfather didn't look as weary as he had when we had arrived. It was obvious now how important Beyblade was to the two of the them. Even though it was still not quite as important to me, the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint someone who was close to me.
On the way back home, I lost myself in thoughts of Artesia. She was my real reason for wanting to particapate in the first place. She was just as good a Beyblader as she claimed to be, and that just encouraged me more. She had challenged me the day before on the school courtyard and her Batwyler bitbeast had really feasted on the energy from my blade. The three round competition between us had ended in a tie, and that was good, because I would had hated to beat her. We both put all we had into it and had a great time. Blading with her felt great, exhilarating and exciting. Being around her only added to the enjoyment of it.
It was obvious that Carlos did not approve of her and I hanging out together, but I was not afraid of his idle threat. Artesia was old enough to make her own decisions and so was I, so if she challenged me, I would most certainly accept. My dad cleared his throat beside me, snapping me out of my daydream.
"Kai, I just want you to know that as glad as I am that you have finally embraced the sport of Beyblading, that I accept you no matter the circumstances. You are my only son and I care about you unconditionally." he told me.
I smiled, not knowing what exactly to say. "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot to me." I told him.
"I've never known you to be such a bookworm, Artesia. Why don't you put your homework away for now? I know of better things we could be doing besides studying." Carlos told her.
It was always the same every time that Carlos would come over to help her study. They would start in on completing their studies, only to start some sort of itimacy between the two of them once they were alone. She wasn't that she minded so much, it was just she wanted to make a genuine effort to complete her schoolwork. She could feel Carlos bury his head in her hair and begin to kiss her neck softly, just the way she liked him to do, but she pushed him away abruptly.
"What's the matter, Artesia? Am I going too slow for you?" he asked.
She grabbed his quickly roaming hands and looked at him. "I'd really like to get some studying done tonight, Carlos. I mean it." she told him.
"I know what this is about. It's about that kid Kai, isn't it? You're letting him interfere in our relationship." he said.
"This has nothing to do with Kai. Is it so hard to believe that I may not want to stay in high school forever?" she asked.
"I don't believe that for a second. Your grades have never suffered, and you know it. You said yourself you thought he was cute and you spend way too much time with Kai." Carlos said.
"I think lots of guys are cute, that's not a crime. I admit that Kai and I are friends, but I'm with you, Carlos. I don't want you to doubt my feelings for you." Artesia said.
"I think maybe I should go and give you some time to think. I'll see you at school tomorrow." Carlos said.
She sighed as he gathered up his belongings and left. She hated how stubborn he was sometimes. She and Carlos had been friends since they were children, and had been a couple for a year. He was the reason she had gotten into Beyblading and had become a member of her boyfriend's street gang. The Street Sharks were one of Carlos' top priorities, along with her, and she was proud to call herself amongst them. She and Carlos had gotten along fairly well throughout their relationship. They had had their share of agruments, true, but they had also shared many tender intimate moments as well.
Since they were both still only fourteen, neither of them had gone all the way together, but there were days when she and Carlos had spent time alone together when her parents weren't home. She would allow him to undress her just enough to touch her sensitive places just enough not to get her too excited. She loved the way he made her feel, but she wasn't sure he was the one she was waiting for.
She felt guilty even admitting that to herself, that she might not actually be in love with him. After all the time they had known each other, he deserved her love and devotion, but she only felt a little of those sort of feelings for him.
Was it because of Kai like Carlos had said? It was true her feelings towards Carlos had changed since she had met Kai. From the moment she had seen him, she had been awestruck. She had always liked a challenge and he really seemed very mysterious to her. Getting to know him, she found that he was very warm and nice, smart and a great Beyblader. It seemed as though he enjoyed her company too, from the way he would smile and laugh whenever she was around. He was always a complete gentleman around her, but sometimes she could swear she could sense that maybe he might be interested in her. Do I have feelings for Kai, she wondered. I mean, I enjoy being with him and he is very cute, but do I like him? Artesia shook her head and flopped down on her bed. I definitely need some time to think...
"So, what did you think of your grandfather, Kai? Kai, can you hear me?" my dad asked.
It was not like me to faze out like I had been doing so often recently, but whenever I thought about Artesia, it couldn't be helped. I really enjoyed spending tiem with her and whenever we would Beyblade together, it was like I felt a connection to her somehow. The moment our individual Beyblades would hit the dish, I would stare into her eyes to see if I could fiqure out what she was going to do next. She would always meet my gaze and give me the most incredible smile. If I wasn't fully concentrated on the game, I knew that she would be able to disarm me that way. It seemed as though I was weak to any kind of intimate contact we shared between us, whether she intended it that way or not.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I guess I zoned out there for a minute. My grandfather? He was very interesting. I didn't know that his Dranzer had marked him." I said.
"Yes. That has always been an issue in the family, that is why he always wanted me to be a Beyblader. If he can pass on his bitbeast to you, he can be well again like he used to be when I was younger." my dad said.
I stared at my dad for a moment. I hadn't realized how deep he was. Perhaps that's where I got it from. Artesia would always comment on how deep I seemed whenever I would concentrate intently on my studies around her. I could see that same concentration when I showed my grandfather my Beyblade, the mark on his neck blazing with the urge to battle.
"I'm depending on you, Kai. I know it's a lot of pressure, but somehow I just know you can succeed." he told me.
Looking into his eyes, I knew I could too.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I could see that my father was beaming with pride, and even my grandfather didn't look as weary as he had when we had arrived. It was obvious now how important Beyblade was to the two of the them. Even though it was still not quite as important to me, the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint someone who was close to me.
On the way back home, I lost myself in thoughts of Artesia. She was my real reason for wanting to particapate in the first place. She was just as good a Beyblader as she claimed to be, and that just encouraged me more. She had challenged me the day before on the school courtyard and her Batwyler bitbeast had really feasted on the energy from my blade. The three round competition between us had ended in a tie, and that was good, because I would had hated to beat her. We both put all we had into it and had a great time. Blading with her felt great, exhilarating and exciting. Being around her only added to the enjoyment of it.
It was obvious that Carlos did not approve of her and I hanging out together, but I was not afraid of his idle threat. Artesia was old enough to make her own decisions and so was I, so if she challenged me, I would most certainly accept. My dad cleared his throat beside me, snapping me out of my daydream.
"Kai, I just want you to know that as glad as I am that you have finally embraced the sport of Beyblading, that I accept you no matter the circumstances. You are my only son and I care about you unconditionally." he told me.
I smiled, not knowing what exactly to say. "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot to me." I told him.
"I've never known you to be such a bookworm, Artesia. Why don't you put your homework away for now? I know of better things we could be doing besides studying." Carlos told her.
It was always the same every time that Carlos would come over to help her study. They would start in on completing their studies, only to start some sort of itimacy between the two of them once they were alone. She wasn't that she minded so much, it was just she wanted to make a genuine effort to complete her schoolwork. She could feel Carlos bury his head in her hair and begin to kiss her neck softly, just the way she liked him to do, but she pushed him away abruptly.
"What's the matter, Artesia? Am I going too slow for you?" he asked.
She grabbed his quickly roaming hands and looked at him. "I'd really like to get some studying done tonight, Carlos. I mean it." she told him.
"I know what this is about. It's about that kid Kai, isn't it? You're letting him interfere in our relationship." he said.
"This has nothing to do with Kai. Is it so hard to believe that I may not want to stay in high school forever?" she asked.
"I don't believe that for a second. Your grades have never suffered, and you know it. You said yourself you thought he was cute and you spend way too much time with Kai." Carlos said.
"I think lots of guys are cute, that's not a crime. I admit that Kai and I are friends, but I'm with you, Carlos. I don't want you to doubt my feelings for you." Artesia said.
"I think maybe I should go and give you some time to think. I'll see you at school tomorrow." Carlos said.
She sighed as he gathered up his belongings and left. She hated how stubborn he was sometimes. She and Carlos had been friends since they were children, and had been a couple for a year. He was the reason she had gotten into Beyblading and had become a member of her boyfriend's street gang. The Street Sharks were one of Carlos' top priorities, along with her, and she was proud to call herself amongst them. She and Carlos had gotten along fairly well throughout their relationship. They had had their share of agruments, true, but they had also shared many tender intimate moments as well.
Since they were both still only fourteen, neither of them had gone all the way together, but there were days when she and Carlos had spent time alone together when her parents weren't home. She would allow him to undress her just enough to touch her sensitive places just enough not to get her too excited. She loved the way he made her feel, but she wasn't sure he was the one she was waiting for.
She felt guilty even admitting that to herself, that she might not actually be in love with him. After all the time they had known each other, he deserved her love and devotion, but she only felt a little of those sort of feelings for him.
Was it because of Kai like Carlos had said? It was true her feelings towards Carlos had changed since she had met Kai. From the moment she had seen him, she had been awestruck. She had always liked a challenge and he really seemed very mysterious to her. Getting to know him, she found that he was very warm and nice, smart and a great Beyblader. It seemed as though he enjoyed her company too, from the way he would smile and laugh whenever she was around. He was always a complete gentleman around her, but sometimes she could swear she could sense that maybe he might be interested in her. Do I have feelings for Kai, she wondered. I mean, I enjoy being with him and he is very cute, but do I like him? Artesia shook her head and flopped down on her bed. I definitely need some time to think...
"So, what did you think of your grandfather, Kai? Kai, can you hear me?" my dad asked.
It was not like me to faze out like I had been doing so often recently, but whenever I thought about Artesia, it couldn't be helped. I really enjoyed spending tiem with her and whenever we would Beyblade together, it was like I felt a connection to her somehow. The moment our individual Beyblades would hit the dish, I would stare into her eyes to see if I could fiqure out what she was going to do next. She would always meet my gaze and give me the most incredible smile. If I wasn't fully concentrated on the game, I knew that she would be able to disarm me that way. It seemed as though I was weak to any kind of intimate contact we shared between us, whether she intended it that way or not.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I guess I zoned out there for a minute. My grandfather? He was very interesting. I didn't know that his Dranzer had marked him." I said.
"Yes. That has always been an issue in the family, that is why he always wanted me to be a Beyblader. If he can pass on his bitbeast to you, he can be well again like he used to be when I was younger." my dad said.
I stared at my dad for a moment. I hadn't realized how deep he was. Perhaps that's where I got it from. Artesia would always comment on how deep I seemed whenever I would concentrate intently on my studies around her. I could see that same concentration when I showed my grandfather my Beyblade, the mark on his neck blazing with the urge to battle.
"I'm depending on you, Kai. I know it's a lot of pressure, but somehow I just know you can succeed." he told me.
Looking into his eyes, I knew I could too.
TO BE CONTINUED...