Oh there will be two different versions of the epilogue.. Xanny wants a lemon so I'm writing a lemony version and a PG version =)
Almost done the first chapter of the Ha sequel, it should be released Wednesday at the latest =)
Four months laterIn the still of the night,
I can almost feel you lying next to me,
Like it used to be,
And its hard to let go,
When there's always something there reminding me,
How things could be,
I've tried to get you off my mind,
I've tried to play my part,
Liika sighed, snapping her Chemistry book closed. She was tired. Chemistry killed her and she had been studying for four hours straight. She mourned her beyblading days, where they were home schooled and didn't have ridiculous Chemistry tests to take. Glancing up at her calendar she looked at the date. December 2nd, only 23 days until Christmas.
Normally the thought of Christmas excited her, but at that point, all she felt was depressed. Her thoughts turned to her summer adventure, as they normally did when she was alone and feeling down. It helped her to think about happier times, when she wasn't so lonely and unhappy.
God did she miss them. Being back in Tokyo and living with her excessively busy uncle only made it worse. She didn't even have her team around to socialize with. Tyson and Kenny were in Bey City, Max in America with his mother, Rei back in China with Mariah and Kai…well Kai was also in Tokyo, but she barely saw him as he went to a prestigious all boys school in one of the north prefectures across the large city from her.
She had no real friends around to deal with the loneliness. The kids in her neighborhood and school only saw her as part of the Bladebreakers, the team that won the world tournament almost a year before. They crowded her asking for autographs or about her fellow teammates. The girls wanted her to hook them up with either Kai or Rei and got all pissy and bitchy when she refused. Liika missed the simple life of the cave. She missed fussing over the four Demolition Boys. She even missed their cruel taunting and teasing. But most of all:
She missed Bryan.
Her eyes strayed from the calendar to the small wooden bird figurine that sat on the shelf above her computer. As it stared down at her majestically, keeping its silent watch over her, she felt her heart shake and her eyes begin to water. She wondered how they were doing…
Mr. Dickenson had only told her that they had been put into a group home until Spencer was of legal age to be the other three's legal guardian—which apparently was only a few months away. Apparently the Russian government wouldn't let the three boys live on their own, and because Bryan, Tala and Ian were under 18 they needed to live under the guidance of an adult. They also needed to attend school, and Spencer needed to work.
She decided in that moment to find out herself how they were doing. She would write them a letter—one that demanded an answer. She would ask Mr. Dickenson to mail it to them for her when he visited next, which was actually the next day. Lucky her. Scrambling around her desk, Liika pulled out her special Christmas stationary—paper with Christmas designs she had been saving to use for her letters to her team—and grabbed her favorite purple gel pen and began to write. Pouring her heart and soul into the letter.
"Dear…boys…hehe…
С Рождеством!
Ahh, the only Russian words I know…and can't speak -_- Kai taught them to me when I asked last time I visited him. He wrote it down on a piece of paper…which is the only reason I could copy them out for you lol. I'm sure you know it means Merry Christmas.
So…how are you all? I miss you a lot. Yes, even Ian and his big mouth.
Mr. Dickenson told me you are all in school—minus Spencer—how is that going? I can just picture Ian getting beat up for his lunch money XD What are you taking? How are you doing in your classes? I want to know everything!
How is Spencer's job going? Do you hate it horribly bad? I couldn't imagine working…what is it that you do? Did you finish high school? The questions plague me…
How is living in the group home? Must be…an interesting experience. How many people live in the house with you? Do you share rooms? Do you absolutely hate it? Please tell me Bryan hasn't hurt anyone .
Is anything else new? I want you to know I expect each of you to write me back, before Christmas! I mean it! Or I'll come and hunt you down myself.
Life here is really boring. Really lonely too. The kids in my neighborhood and school are really shallow. They only see me as a member of the Bladebreakers, 'teammate of the great Kai and Rei'. You don't know how badly I want to kill every girl that comes to me and asks me to set them up with Rei or Kai. Gah, I mean what do I look like, a dating service?? They don't even seem to realize that Rei lives in a different country. Stupid girls…no one sees me as who I am. I hate it here.
I love my uncle, truly I do, but he's never home. So it's like having no family at all. I might as well be an orphan. ;_; Sorry, that was pretty insensitive of me… I guess its true that at least I have a family.
School sux, its long, and boring, and I have a test tomorrow. Chem. Bleh. Are any of you taking Chem? I really hope Ian isn't…he doesn't need to know how to blow things up. =D
You know…I always wondered where you guys disappeared to after I was dragged off the roof. You didn't come to the banquet…Mr. Dickenson said you didn't feel comfortable there…That's understandable…but you didn't even tell me. You didn't say goodbye. I looked for you, but you weren't around. It was like you disappeared from the face of the planet. That hurt you know.
Well, I guess that can conclude my letter. I want a letter back from you guys remember! I wanna know how you are doing! I'd call you…but I don't have your number. So please, my address is on the envelope, please mail me back. I miss you so much, and I worry about you every day.
Bryan…I…well…I'm sure you know.
Love lots,
Kit."
With that she folded the paper, placed it in an envelope, sealed it and wrote her address on the front. Tomorrow she would ask Mr. D to send it by airmail. They should have it in two days. Her mind felt considerably lighter. She just hoped they were doing ok.
Liika dashed through the door to her house, her backpack swinging behind her. It had been two and a half weeks since she gave the letter to Mr. Dickenson, who had assured her he would send it that very day. Every day she ran home, anxious to see if they had written her back yet. And everyday she was disappointed. Didn't those stupid boys know how to use a pen and paper??
"Did it come??" She cried, skidding to a stop in the kitchen doorway and obviously startling the maid who was preparing dinner within.
The maid blinked for a moment before smiling softly and nodding. "It's on the counter." She said, pointing to the neat pile of mail to Liika's right.
The blue haired girl grinned and dove for the pile, immediately picking up the thickest envelope and looking at it. Sure enough, her name was printed in neat English characters on the front. The return address being a Zworykin Group home. Giggling with excitement the blue haired girl said a quick thanks to the maid and dashed up the stairs and to her room. She was barely through the door before she had ripped the seal off the envelope.
She was happy to find four separate letters, one from each of them. Tala's was first. Wriggling with anticipation she settled down on her double bed to read them.
"Dear Kit,
Imagine my surprise when I walk in the door after school and have a letter chucked at my head. Imagine my even greater surprise when I find that its from a girl I had thought had forgotten us. I'm glad you didn't.
Heh, I bet you spent an hour trying to copy out those Russian characters. Especially with your horrible penmanship. It was hard to make out, but Spencer, being the expert he is, decifered it for us. Really, didn't you take handwriting lessons when you were little?"
Liika smiled, knowing he was just teasing her. Though, her hand writing, whether in English or Japanese, was horrible.
"You sure ask a lot of questions. Haven't you ever heard, curiosity killed the cat or something rediculous like that?
Yes, we are going to school. School is monotonus and boring. I'm taking political sciences and history. The others can tell you what they're taking. Though you'll be grieved to know that Ian is indeed taking Chemistry. The world fears.
Living in a group home is truly horrible. There is this extremely bitchy girl—she reminded me of you at first—that keeps fawning over me. She doesn't seem to get that I want nothing to do with her. It's irritating to say the least.
The four of us share a room, there are approximently twelve kids living here, most of them older teenagers like us. For the most part we ignore them and go about our business. Our foster parents are annoyingly touchy feely too. They tried to get Bryan to open up, it was quite amusing to watch. I'm sure you can guess what happened.
I'm sorry to hear that you are unhappy. I thought you would have been having a splended time back in Tokyo, it seems I was wrong. Why those girls would want to date either of those fools is beyond me. I mean Kai? Ha.
We were taken directly to our group home after we arrived back in Moscow. We didn't see the point in hanging around in a place where it was obvious we weren't wanted. You didn't seem to notice us when you were with your friends so we didn't bother to day goodbye.
That's it for me. I've already written more than I told myself I was going to. Better enjoy it wench.
Sincerely,
Tala.
(PS. You're hair is still short right? I hope so…you looked dreadful with long hair)"
She re-read the letter once more before putting it off to the side with a smile. He sounded like he was doing well. That was good. She wouldn't have to worry so much then. She moved on to the next letter.
"Dear Liika,
It was nice to hear from you. Things here are as normal as they can be. The group home is as good as can be expected. I'll only be here for another few months anyway.
My job is alright. I work as a translator for the Russian branch of the BBA. Yes, I finished highschool.
There's not much more to say since I read Tala's letter already and know he addressed most of your questions. Like Tala, I'm sorry to hear of your misfortunes. I'm sure things will look up for you.
I wish you luck. Have a good Christmas.
Spencer."
She was slightly disappointed at the length of his letter. But it was classically Spencer. Short and to the point, especially since he had read Tala's leader before writing his own. That was pretty cheap. She really hoped that the other two hadn't.
"Yo,
Well, well, well, look who finally decides to write, or contact us, or whatever. You talk about us falling off the face of the planet, but the same could be said for you. Four months and you didn't contact us. Shame on you.
School blows bloody ass. What a waste of fucking time. Yeah, so I'm taking sciences. I resent your comment about me learning to blow things up. I'll have you know that I already knew how to blow shit up. Chem. merely honed the skill. I scare my teachers for fun. Its delightfully entertaining. Not as entertaining as watching you blush over Bryan, but it will do.
Speaking of Bryan, I'm not going to miss this opportunity to bug you about him. Or guilt you, which ever the case may be. You'll be happy to know that he is almost unbeareable since you've been gone. I bet you've been unbearable too, a real bitch. I also bet that you only wrote us that letter as a disguise to mail him a letter. I'm right aren't I?? I'm hurt Kit, surely I meant more to you than that!
Moving on, our group home also blows. Tala doesn't mind it, but the bloody touchy feely group time they make us go through twice a week makes me want to murder our foster parents. I mean 'group therapy time'? What the fuck? Apparently since we don't have parents or families we need psychological help from people just like us. Oh yes, that makes sense. Bryan did actually almost hurt someone, this stupid kid that kept bragging about having a girlfriend. It was the most funny thing to watch. After a week of listening to him, Bryan just started twitching, then at one of the 'therapy' sessions snapped and grabbed the kid by the neck and threatened to decapitate him if he didn't shut his trap. It was soooo funny. I couldn't stop laughing, nor could Tala. Needless to say Bryan was put on clean up duty for a month and had to write a letter of appology to the kid.
I really feel for you on the whole girl thing. What retards. I can't believe they don't see how fake those two bastards are. Don't look at me like that, you know my opinion, I'm just stating it. Specially Kai, what a prick. Your uncle sounds like a dick too, leaving you alone all the time. You should make good on your threat and come and hunt us down. I'd pay to see that.
Blah blah, well this letter has dragged on. I must have picked up your motor mouth disease, bleh. Ya, take care of yourself and don't kill any of those girls. But if you do, be sure to send me a tape. =)
Ian.
(PS. I'll tell Bryan you loooooooveeeee him! Waha!)"
She blushed slightly. Damn, it was just a letter and he still got her to blush. That was a talent and a half! She had to admit, he was good at it. She missed them even more now. Sighing, Liika picked up the last piece of paper, which could only be Bryan's letter. This was the one she was most anticipating. She wondered if he thought of her as much as she thought of him.
However when she turned her eyes down to read the letter she was surprised to find only a few words. Her heart deflated. What a guy.
"Ты сводишь меня с ума. Ты нужна мне.
Bryan."
She stared at the sheet of paper, and the messily scrawled Russian that marred the paper. What the hell? How did he expect her to understand the words? Liika grit her teeth in frustration, her mind turning over possible translating ideas. The only person she knew that spoke and wrote Russian was Kai, but he was on the other side of the city. Damn, she was desperate to find out what the words meant. They were obviously important if he felt the need to write them in a language she couldn't understand. They also had to be something he was having trouble expressing. She bit her lip. She had to find out! But how?
That's when it hit her. Her eyes fell on her scanner that sat innocently on the other side of the room. She'd scan the letter, deleting Bryans name in MS Paint, then email it to Kai to translate. What a perfect plan! Smiling to herself, she slid off her bed and padded her way across the room. She would find out what he wrote, if it was the last thing she did!
It was of course, three days before Kai emailed her back. Three long days of waiting anxiously and checking her email every twenty minutes. Stupid Kai, making her wait so long. However, when the reply came, it was well worth the wait.
"From: i_own_you420@hotmail.com
To: pretty_pixie_of_death@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: A little help?
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 15:13:07
Literally: "You reduce me from the mind. You is necessary to me."
Translated properly: "You drive me crazy. I need you."
I'm not even going to ask.
Kai."
Liika stared at the screen for a good five minutes, reading the lines over and over again. He…needed her. So that was what he couldn't say in English, what was so important it had to be written in Russian. She was stunned, surprised, flabbergasted! To think he was capable of saying something like that was amazing.
A blush spread over her cheeks like wild fire and her heart sped up. It was as close to saying 'I love you' as he was likely to ever get. A large grin broke on her face and she laughed happily, getting up and spinning around her room.
She needed to see him. Needed to tell him she loved him, that she needed him as well. That she thought of him all the time. That he was the center of her world.
Calming herself slightly, Liika picked up the portable phone and quickly dialed a number, knowing what she had to do.
"Hello Mr. D? This is Liika, I need another favour…"
