Cool Quote:
"Hmmm…It affects us all. But you must understand, young hobbit, it takes a long time time to say anything in old Entish and we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say."
-Ent Treebeard to Merridoc Brandibuck and Peregrin Took in Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers ~ I just love Lord of the Rings! *;_;* !
A/N: *stabs voodoo dolls SEVERAL times* I HATE SALIMA and MIRIAM!! L I CAN'T BELIEVE that only after two days of knowing Salima, Ray and her become "close friends"! It's an outrage! It should be banned! And Miriam has no right to be flirting with Max-he belongs with Emily! Sorry, I have VERY strong opinions. I can't believe the producers dared to even try and introduce them!! And Ray's got a pretty sidetracked mind; he's starting to annoy me in V-Force. Have you noticed he gets angry real easily? And in the first season, he was always the peacemaker: shy and kind and gentle. WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HIM???!!! Poor Ray. At least Salima's no more in G-Rev. HAHA!
Sadly, I'm torturing myself further by having the Saint Shields appear. However, Miriam will have never flirted with Max. Take that!
Disclaimer: The author has not seen Beyblade 2002 (VForce) or G Rev, because they only just started airing, so incorrect information or misspellings about characters that might appear in the context are innocently accidental. Zen Tai-Ken, Renlee Brown, Tehran Chang, Brittney Loveless, Annelise Parker, David and Rochelle Llewellyn belong to me as well as any other additional character not associated with Beyblade. Kira Ocelet, Mobekai Tart, Danika Woods, Colby Peterson and Trish rightfully belong to me as well.
Italics are thoughts.
Bold Letters are songs.
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Chapter 20: Childhood Memories
"Hmmm…What's the appropriate word to use? Oh, I have one! Stop being a 'wuss' and kick his sorry ass, Enrique!" Robert called with his strong English accent. Then he turned to where Johnny had raised an eyebrow in skepticism,
"Wuss?"
"I heard young Tyson use it once," Robert justified, "We seem to be getting better at this team thing, don't you think?"
"A little," said Oliver, "I don't think it's improving our skills much, though."
"I think we'll improve with time," Robert turned back to the battle, which was far from exciting. Enrique hadn't even called his bit-beast and he was already beating this poorly skilled boy.
"Over! It's over already!" A.J Topper commentated, "Gee, that was a relatively fast win! The Majestics have won all three battles with amazing ease. If you're a fan…," a roar of screams appealed from the female half of the crowd, "which I'm sure a lot of you are, you'll be seeing much more of these awesome Europeans! And especially in this European sponsored tournament, they're a favorite to win."
"I'm a little sick of this," Enrique started walking with them toward the entrance, "When are we going to challenge someone worth taking the time to battle with?"
"Better be soon…" Oliver stashed his Unicolyon in his pocket.
"Enrique! Enrique, dear!" Johnny rolled his eyes and stuck his hands in his pockets annoyingly. Robert and Oliver turned around, eyebrows raised with speculation. Enrique turned as Alexandra pushed her way through the crowd. She had long dark green hair, astonishingly green eyes and freckles along her cheekbone. She was wearing a (take a guess!) light green sleeveless top with white capri's.
"Beautiful!?" Enrique hugged her slowly, "What have you been up to?"
"Watching you battle, silly. What else would I be doing?"
"Shopping?" He asked, a slight smile on his face.
She giggled and put her hands in his belt loop, whispering,
"You always know me too well."
"What's up with the baby talk?" Oliver asked.
She turned and her girlish façade disappeared. She raised her hands and twirled around, batting her eyelashes,
"Hehe…who do I remind you of?"
Oliver stared. Robert frowned and Johnny's jaw dropped at her seemingly stupid question,
"Don't gape at me!" She forced Johnny's chin up, "I'm pretending to be all of Enrique's past girls!"
…………
"Oh!" Johnny hit his face fakely, "Silly me, I didn't notice at all!"
She shook her head angrily and turned back to Enrique, who was laughing. He put an arm around her,
"I got it, Alexa."
"Good. I'm glad you did," she kissed him on the lips. She was about to pull away, but he moved his hands down around her waist and kissed her back more passionately. She licked his lips and came up for air a couple of seconds later,
"I love you, Enrique."
"Same here," he put an arm around her.
She looked up, expecting something more, and when he looked away, she sighed. Guys could never say "I love you" back!
"Hey, where did the others go?" Enrique looked around. The rest of the Majestics were nowhere to be seen.
"Oh, well. I guess it's better this way," she pulled him off down a street.
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"They declined," Cale reported, shifting nervously from side to side, "They won't take the million each."
"They can't be serious!" Boris shook his fists angrily.
"They are millionaires already, Boris," a man behind him spoke quietly, "I told you that would not be enough to persuade them."
"I understand now, Voltaire. We'll have to defeat them, then. No problem there, I'm sure. And when we're done with the Majestics and Saint Shields, we'll take care of the Bladebreakers, All-Stars, and White Tigers, like Tai-Ken asked."
"Don't even worry about it," Voltaire frowned, "We'll be taking the Wild Cheetah's bit-beasts soon anyway."
Boris turned back to face Cale, "Your service is appreciated."
He placed a bag full of coins in his hands. His face brightened and he turned to his friend, Jacob,
"Should I get something for Samantha?"
"Nah; she'll just dump it anyway," they walked out of the room.
"Wait just a minute," Boris demanded. Cale turned back, but he shook his head,
"No, this time I want Jacob."
Jacob spun around and Boris continued thoughtfully,
"Tell Trish I would like to speak with her about Tai-Ken. Don't bring Cale. If he shows up again around there, they'll start asking questions."
Jacob nodded and Boris turned around, looking Voltaire in the eyes, probing to see if he knew what had just occurred to him. Voltaire nodded with understanding,
"I see."
"Sir?" Tala asked timidly from the side, where he and the rest of the Demolition Boys stood almost motionless.
"Yes, Tala?" Boris gave him his full attention.
"If we do this, we might get caught. But if we could manage everything and pin the blame on someone else…"
"A faulty mistake on our part. Yes! Good job, Tala. The idiotic BBA is still annoyingly close to finding us," said Boris.
"Everything is being handled perfectly," Voltaire clasped his hands together, "I never thought it could be this easy. With Trish on Zen's team there and our boys here, taking every bit-beast will be easy."
"What about that boy that Tai-Ken wants so badly?"
"Let him deal with it; it seems every time we try to offer help, he rebukes it. He can waste his time on the boy while we get done what we need to here."
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"I can't believe the Wild Cheetahs would do that!" Tyson paced back and forth in their room.
"Stop your belly-aching," Kai looked up from where he was leaning against the door, "Since when have the Wild Cheetah's actually been trustworthy? You were fooled into assuming they were your friends."
"Well, they seemed nice enough at the time!" Ray leaned back on his bed. Hilary sat cross-legged beside him, watching everyone curiously,
"I don't get it. Why were those two bit-beasts particularly upsetting to everyone?"
"We can't do anything about it," said Max, "Just like Kira said. The only way to defeat Black Dranzer is to defeat it again, which won't be easy."
"What in the world is Black Dranzer?" Hilary persisted again.
"That's right!" Kenny ignored Hilary's ticking, "And Black Driger could give us just as much trouble. It doesn't sound too appeasing."
"If there's a Black Driger, there must be different makes of other bit-beasts," Dizzi explained, "Logically, there must be a Black Draciel, a Black Dragoon, a Black-"
"We get it, Dizzi," Ray interrupted, "Sorry, but that doesn't fit, either. Black Dranzer was made by BioVolt. Who's to say that Black Driger wasn't also made by someone?"
"Hmmm…good point," she acquiesced, "What about those cyber bit-beasts-cyber Draciel, Driger, Dranzer and Dragoon? What happens if they show up then?"
"They won't," Kai stated firmly, "Gideon created those bit-beasts, not Voltaire; and Gideon hasn't shown his ugly face since his last team was defeated."
"We need to figure out how and why Black Driger was made, then," Kenny typed something into Dizzy, "Somehow, the Wild Cheetahs used an electromagnetic field to block any technological device from deriving evidence."
"Ummmm…In English?" Tyson asked.
"We don't know how to defeat these guys! I still don't have any data on them because they blocked it somehow!"
"That doesn't sound good." Max concluded.
"Hello?"
They looked up and saw that Mrs. Llewellyn had entered the kitchen. She called out,
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm dropping off some food for you and then I need to leave again."
Tyson's eyes crossed annoyingly,
"Our baby-sitter just arrived."
"Weren't you supposed to see us at the match?" Ray asked.
"Oh yes! And I did see you at the match. Then I had to leave again."
"Gosh, she seems like more of a busybody than me…" Dizzi said quietly.
"Anyway, hope you don't mind my intrusion," she pulled the door behind her, "Have a safe trip to Germany. I'll be there to pick you up."
"Bye!" Hilary waved.
"You know what?" Max said as soon as she'd gone, "Another thing I'd like to know is where Trish got Black Dranzer!? Black Dranzer used to belong to BioVolt, which means that the Wild Cheetahs must be working for BioVolt."
"Maybe. Trish said she grew up in Balkov Abbey," said Kai.
"Really?" Ray asked.
"I didn't know that," said Tyson.
"All right. So we know for sure then, that the Wild Cheetah's are working for BioVolt, or what's left of it. We should watch out for them," said Kenny.
"I'm not sure…" Kai began.
"What?" Max asked, "You're not sure--?"
"I'm not sure it's the entire team. BioVolt doesn't exist anymore and the BBA is looking for traces of the company, mainly Boris and Voltaire, which means the Wild Cheetah's now risk close investigation. If the whole team is involved, that is. No, I think it's just individual members. And there could be more from other teams," said Kai.
"That narrows our list of bladers to trust," said Ray.
"We shouldn't trust anyone else that's not a member of this team. It's that simple."
"There are some people we know we can trust," Max defended.
"I'm not going to get into this with you, Max, so just drop it," Kai warned.
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"Well, what have we got here? Hey cutie! What's your name?"
"Uggh…" Miriam sat up and pushed the boy away forcefully, "If I'd wanted to know a stupid pick up line, I would have asked you first."
"Spunk! I like that," he grinned.
"Tehran!" A rough voice called angrily, "I should have known!"
The boy named Tehran turned,
"Ah, Brittney, what do you want now?"
The girl called Brittney had braided blond hair and blue eyes. She had on black gloves, a T-shirt and baggy pants. A heart tattoo was visible just underneath her left armsleeve. She walked into the convenience store and looked around briefly,
"Renlee wanted us to meet her at the hotel so we could talk about a practicing schedule."
"We've been beyblading all day! What's her problem?"
Miriam sat up straighter and listened more closely. These two must be in the tournament.
"She's just nervous. Besides, David's taking us on that horseback excursion this afternoon for fun."
"Fabulous."
He paid for some gum and soda bottles, but before he exited the store, he winked at Miriam. She rolled her eyes and exited the shop by way of the back door.
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"Hi Samantha! Guess what?" Cale stepped up to the beautiful nine-year old. She had tightly packed blonde ringlets around her face and hazel eyes. She looked up,
"Oh, hey Cale. What do you want?"
"I---got some money. Do you want to go do something?"
"No, not today."
"How about tomorrow then?"
"I'm busy tomorrow."
"What's wrong, Samantha? You used to hang with me all the time and now you don't want to do anything with me."
"Katharine says she has seen you leave after school with bad men and she said I shouldn't hang out around you."
"And you're going to take her side over mine?" he asked testily, "They aren't mean, honestly, they gave me this!" He held up a bag full of jingling coins.
"I'm sorry, Cale. I just don't think what you are doing is right."
"But Samantha!"
"When you want to hang around me and start acting like yourself, I'll gladly start being your friend again."
"All right! I won't see those men ever again! I promise!"
"Really?" her eyes widened in surprise, "Just like that? You'll drop them just to keep our friendship?"
"Oh yes!"
"But you still have Jacob!"
"I know. But I don't want you to be angry with me!"
"Okay," she smiled, "As long as I don't see you with them again I trust you."
"Why do you hate them so?"
"Not hate them really-I fear them."
"Why? They've never hurt Jacob or I."
"Has Jacob been with them too?"
"Yes! He just got his first assignment today!"
"Assignment?"
"Oh, yeah. All we have to do is go deliver a message and we get paid for it! It's easy!"
"How much do you get paid?"
"I don't know. A lot," he lifted the bag, "But I won't ever do it again if you don't want me to!"
"I can't believe you'd give up money just to be my friend. That means a lot to me, Cale! Thanks!" she hugged him adoringly.
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"The boy's name was Tehran and the girls name was Brittney. I think they're British," Miriam told Ozuma, Dunga and Joseph in another small warehouse a couple of buildings away from the convenience store.
"Do you think they could be a threat?" Ozuma asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged, "I haven't seen them battle."
"They're probably just all talk," Joseph sat on a box in the corner.
"Of course, they haven't seen us battle either," Miriam said, "Nor did they know I was a beyblader."
"That's right. And that could be an advantage if we already know what they're capable of," Ozuma smiled at Dunga who nodded and clenched his fists,
"Let's go challenge them to a battle then!"
"No," Ozuma shook his head, "We'll watch them battle from afar off and learn their skills. We can get them out of the way easily. Joseph?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way already," he disappeared out the door and began running down the alley, searching for anything or anyone that matched Miriam's descriptions.
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"I'm feeling particularly violent at the moment," Bryan smashed his hands together hard, and looked up at Tala from beneath his big narrowed eyebrows.
"That's good, Bryan," Tala didn't even bother to look at him. Ian walked along the other side and Spencer followed silently from behind.
"I wish Boris had given us an assignment," Ian yawned, "I'm bored."
"We could battle each other in the park," Spencer suggested.
"Primary," Tala repeated curtly.
"We could go spy on other teams," Bryan suggested, "Or go battle other teams. I want to tear apart some beyblades."
"That's expected," Tala replied again, "Let's just go look around in shops."
"You mean, like a girl?" Spencer replied, extremely disgusted.
"Beyblading shops you twit," said Tala, "Then we'll just go hang out around the hotel. No point walking around with nothing else to do."
"I still say we go spy on other teams," Bryan looked away angrily.
"Patience, Bryan. You'll get to do that soon."
"Three days isn't soon. And with Boris' new little 'helpers', all we can do is just sit around and wait to battle."
"That's not exactly a bad idea," a voice said from behind them, "At least you'd get a life."
"If it isn't the Majestics!" Ian turned around, grinning, "Look, Bryan, you can rip apart someone's beyblade now!"
Oliver, Robert, and Johnny had just come out of the nearest shop, their eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Robert replied haughtily,
"The only ripping apart will be of your foul mouth."
"We'll save the language and bad opinions for our match," Tala said, "But you'd better watch your backs, Majestics, or you'll end up in the same sticky situation you did last time."
"You've been able to beyblade this far, Tala, but if the BBA finds you anywhere near Voltaire, you'll face serious jail time. I'd be watching your own back," Oliver retorted.
"Oh!" Tala laughed briefly, "We'll be fine, believe me. Have a good day!"
He and the rest of the Demolition Boys walked off, Ian and Spencer chuckling.
"I want to see every one of them tortured and hanged," Johnny folded his arms angrily.
"I can't believe they're allowing Boris to enter the Demolition Boys after what happened last time," Oliver protested.
"Technically, Boris was just a pawn for Voltaire's evil plan. He probably still is; And when they do find Voltaire, the Demolition Boys will have nothing to gloat about," Robert concluded, his eyes narrowed at their retreating backs.
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Joseph crawled through the vents of a large private hotel by the name of Esquire Central. This team must've had a lot of dough if they could afford places like this on a common basis.
He was following the boy, Tehran, that Miriam had described. He was almost sure it was the same boy. He kept stopping to flirt with every girl he met. It was a little annoying. Joseph's elbows were starting to hurt and he was sure he had lock-knee.
The boy finally entered a room on the 5th floor and Joseph turned left. The vent narrowed, but he managed to crawl all the way through until he hovered over an opening, which revealed the spacious main living quarters of the hotel room. The boy, Tehran had wild dark blonde hair and black eyes. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and cargo pants with tennis shoes. Only one other girl was in the room; she was wearing a jean skirt, a 3/4-inch sleeve, a hemp bracelet and she had brown hair with blonde streaks and sea green eyes.
"Hey Renlee," he dropped his bag onto the floor and took off his watch, which he also tossed onto the counter.
"Hey Tehran!" She looked up from the desk.
She was carrying a computer chip in one hand and she was inserting different types of these chips into a small electronic carrier. The carrier was then emitting a 3-d type of visualization onto the wall depicting a Beyblade battle. Each chip carried different battle simulations and on her command, she could always control the yellow Beyblade on the wall.
"Do you like it?" She asked, quite pleased with his sudden fascination, "Rochelle made it. She sent it to David this morning. He's out getting some more computer chips so she can send more files. Take a seat."
"So…What is it supposed to do?"
"Each of these chips," she held one up, "contain data on a previous battle fought by some of the top Beybladers in the country."
"Awesome…" Joseph leaned forward intently from his position in the vents.
"This way we can practice our skills against the top of the top without having to actually battle in person," she leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms pleasantly, "I love it. That's why I had Brittney go get you. She should be back soon with Annelise."
"Can I try?" he asked, pulling up a chair.
"Sure! There's two, so we could also battle each other if no appropriate blading ground is available."
"Like on a plane or a bus?"
"Exactly."
"What's this?" He pointed to an information display on the side of the carrier.
"When you place a computer chip in, you can store, edit, or analyze data within the chip. You can use these buttons here to type in additional information; But Rochelle already has important details on the chips."
Tehran picked up a purple chip and placed it in the carrier,
"Have you done this one before?"
"No, but it was among the eight that Rochelle had marked 'Important'."
The information display beeped briefly and tiny lines of writing appeared:
Bit-Beast Name: Dragoon
Bit-Beast Animal: Dragon
Name of Owner: Tyson Granger
Attack: Dragoon Storm
Defense: ?
Type: Attack
Overall Skill: Extremely skilled
Other Information: World Champion, 1st in Asia, America, Russia.
Joseph could vaguely make out the lines from above, but the computer animated Beyblade spinning right over the carrier was very familiar. He didn't have to see the writing to know whose Beyblade was going to be cast on the wall.
"Great!" Tehran grabbed the carrier excitedly, "I'm ready for this one."
"Simulation Start," Renlee spoke aloud.
A yellow beyblade started spinning on the wall, then came the words,
"3…2…1…Let it Rip!"
Another gray beyblade suddenly flew out of nowhere, with the signature Dragoon chip quite visible. It hit the yellow blade hard.
"Not quite! Attack him back!"
The yellow blade came back, but a familiar voice from nowhere suddenly yelled,
"Dragoon! Storm attack!"
A gust of real life gale winds suddenly blew into the hotel room. Renlee grabbed a few stray papers and placed a book over the rest. The winds knocked the yellow chip off the screen and an immediate sign appeared,
Game Over.
"That was pathetic," Tehran stared shamefully.
"Actually, that was pretty good," Renlee picked up her Beyblade and tore off her chip, "You see, that was just a regular, pretty common blade, with no attacks or defense. Not your regular beyblade. But once I insert my own chip here…" She placed her bit-chip in a slot below the one already sticking out of the computer, "…Things change."
An unknown bit-chip has been placed in the slot. Continue?
"Yes," Renlee pressed a button that said 'Zoom Out'. The screen became enlarged so that they could now see the entire beystadium on the wall.
The name of the unknown bit-beast?
"Miranda."
Bit-Beast Animal?
"A Panda Bear."
Premode Attack on or off?
"Off. I'll control the attack myself."
Please wait for one moment while the carrier processes your information…
Joseph inched forward and his foot hit the side of the vent hard. Tehran looked up instinctively and scanned the ceiling. Renlee looked up briefly before focusing her attention on the carrier again.
"I think we might have a spy…" Tehran stepped forward. He looked up directly into Joseph's eyes, though Joseph couldn't tell whether he could actually see him or not. He held absolutely still.
"Never mind about that right now; it was probably just a block in the air flow. No one knows we're even here anyway. Check this out: Simulation Start!"
Tehran turned away from the vent and walked behind her chair.
Joseph turned around in the vent slowly. The sound of colliding beyblades could be heard from the room below. He crawled through to the larger opening and their voices became smaller. The last thing he could strain to hear was Renlee calling her bit-beast to attack.
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Annelise Parker was roaming a very large two-story beyblade shop in the heart of Scotland. She had curly blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was wearing jean shorts, flip-flops, and a white short sleeved shirt. She was looking at different rip-chords. Minute was her bit-beast; a wild mustang with a free-willed spirit. Completely the opposite of her, but Minute was a true companion. She wish she had a real horse to ride.
"Those are some cute designs. You should try this one," a young sales clerk assistant with black hair and hazel eyes was taking down some tan rip chords with racing horses on them.
"How did you know that I-?"
"It's on your purse: there."
Her purse was light brown with a beautifully enlarged picture of her mustang.
"Thank you," she took the rip-chord from him.
"You should also go check upstairs. There are a lot of good simulators up there."
"Thank you!" She walked away, but did not continue upstairs like he had suggested. She stood in front of the check out line and watched a pair of nine-ten year olds looking at individual beyblades. The girls hair was blonde and curly like her own,
"Oh, I like that one Cale!"
"This one? No, you should try this one-it's got more attack!"
"Ooooh! And it's so pretty too!"
She'd been in that position before; she remembered all too well visiting her first beyblade store with him. It'd been a long time ago.
"Anne! Over here!" he prodded her excitedly toward a similar corner, "My sister says this is a great blade. You should get it!"
"But your sister might have it already!" the curly blonde squeaked to her red-haired friend.
"No, she doesn't-I know for sure," he turned, his blue eyes sparkling, "You should get it!"
"Oh, all right. If you say so!"
And there were more experiences like that: her first battle, her first win, her first loss and her first view into the obsessive addiction of blading:
"You won't leave me, will you Tal?! You can't leave me!"
"I have to, Anne! It's the only way! This is the only way I can really know-he say's I have talent Anne!"
"Don't leave, please!"
"Oh, c'mon, Anne! We'll see each other again-I'm almost sure of it! And I'll be a great blader-you just wait! You'll be glad I left!"
"I won't ever be glad if you leave, Tal! I want you to stay…here, where you should belong. You can get better here!"
"I'll never improve here, Anne and you know it. Russia only sponsors beybladers that enter this program!"
"Then let me give you this," she placed a ring into his palm, "You keep this until we meet again. Before I die, Tala, I want this ring back."
"I promise. I'll return Anne, and I'll give your ring back."
"You better!"
He did leave, only two days later, and she moved to England, where she was disparaged even further from the thought of seeing him. She had no way of contacting him to let him know she was no longer living in Russia.
"Next please!" The available woman behind the counter called.
Annelise stepped forward and placed her new rip-chord onto the table.
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"Excuse me," Spencer pushed the girl back. She crossed her arms indignantly and Ian stepped back,
"Spencer. Ladies First," he gestured impatiently as she walked through the door of the beyblading shop. She stepped to the side and started perusing the shop for someone. The Demolition Boys entered and immediately headed for the stairs. They weren't interested in trivial rip-chords, beyblades or their various parts. Tala was people-watching below as they ascended the staircase. The girl that had entered with them had approached another girl that had just finished checking out her things. She had curly blonde hair and light brown eyes. There was something oddly familiar about her…
"Hey Tala. I think I've found something," Ian held up a magnetic charger. Tala focused his attentions back on their current situation
"We've already tried that," he dismissed, "It just screws up our attack patterns. Boris tried it a year ago."
"How in the world can you remember something like that?" Spencer asked, folding his arms. He started watching a battle between two young kids with interest.
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*kNoCk*
"Come in!" Danika called. Kira and Colby were the only ones interested in continuing the dance lessons and had left already for the institute located in the urban streets of Austria. Colby hadn't actually wanted to go, but since Trish was in a foul mood with her about spilling information, she had decided it was best to go.
The door opened and a small boy with tussled brown hair and small green eyes poked his head through,
"Is Trish here?"
Danika looked a little surprised to see this nine-year old boy asking for Trish. She heard some rustling behind her and Trish walked by her, pulling the boy into the kitchen. They talked quietly, but Danika could hear them:
"Boris would like to talk to you about Tai-Ken."
"When does he want to meet me?" she replied.
"He didn't give a specific time, but I would imagine as soon as you possibly can."
"Thanks for coming all this way to tell me, Jacob."
"They were orders, actually."
"Would you like something to eat before you leave?"
"Oh, yes! That would be nice!"
That's nice of her, Danika thought. In fact, that was the nicest she'd ever seen of Trish. She just must suppress her good side more often than she allowed herself to reveal.
I wonder why Boris would want to talk to Trish alone about Tai-Ken?
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"Gosh, I've been looking everywhere for you! Renlee's got something awesome she wants to show us," Brittney took Annelise's arm and led her through the crowd.
"So soon?" Annelise asked innocently.
"Yeah. Hey, the sooner we practice this, the sooner we can go horseback riding, right?"
"Right!" Annelise's face lit up. The rush of memories she just had had poured back into her mind and a tingling sensation shot up her spine. She stopped at the door and turned around to look through the crowd again. The same faces greeted her as before, but she couldn't help but think he was near. It was a silly thought, really, as she hadn't seen him in about 8-9 years; maybe it was just a hope.
She did have the feeling that she would meet him-maybe soon. She knew she would, in fact. She could feel it in her heart. The European tournament was hosting the best bladers from around the world and Tala had given the promise that he would be great. She'd be awfully disappointed if he'd left and hadn't achieved his goal.
He was most definitely here somewhere.
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Final Note: Awww-How about THAT?! I really like this chapter a lot~I finally introduce more characters from Team A. Anyway, I let slip a few plot twists if you have the time to look for them!
Thanks very much to the following reviewers:
kaz: Are you kidding? Tyson so must like Hilary-they're so cute together! Though neither want to admit it-they're like a match made in heaven! Well, by the end of the story you'll learn why Mobekai did what he did-he's not bad at all, really.
kaz: I totally agree with you! Ray's annoying me in V-Force with all his anger/dead brain ideas and I hate Salima, so you can diss her all you want! Mariah's birthday isn't over~It'll get better, she needs it.
Ice Archer Girl: AHHHHH! RAY does NOT show interest in SALIMA! His mind is screwed up at this point-that's all! But G-Rev does him some good. Not to be dumping on your p.o.v. of course; if you wrote a story about R/S, I would read it. I might not like it that much, but I'll read it. I've read stories that were Ray/OC before that I've actually liked….like yours! (;
Beybladingrl: Thanks~Here's Chapter Twenty!
Galux Kitty: (*laughs*) What's with the hopping? 'Behind Every Good Thief'-I do believe that's the first time I've ever heard that expression and I just love it!
Galux Kitty: How weird is that? That's the quote I'm doing next! (*sighs*) I can't wait for RofK-It's going to be so awesome! I love pictures-they're one of my various forms of friends! More, I say! More! Lee looks really different in GRev-his nose isn't big anymore. Hehehe…My friends like to make fun of that. I just think it's cute-*;_;* And if I'd actually gone to Homecoming, Ray would have been my partner! YAH! I have so many guys on my Hot/Cute/Sexy list, I should just make my own Harlem. There's Ray, Kai, Tala, Lee, Orlando Bloom, Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp, Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, Xellos, Zelgadis, Spike, Subaru, and so much much more!
Bimbo-blonde: Wow! That's the best compliment I have ever received-thanks so very very much! I can't believe you noticed all that-I really am very very happy that you stopped to tell me! (showers everyone with cookies half-baked) Yea!
Cheril X: HaHA-If Ray's going to be Meow Mix, I'm going to be the cat! Meow! And Kai's obsessive compulsive disorder with Dranzer-that was just awesome! (tears come down from eyes) I'm still laughing...hold on just a moment! Good commentary! Yes, that made my day.
Cheril X: Uh-oh….Kai's talking to himself again. Must be the little voices in his head. I guess I should never let Hilary near a pocket knife; nothing good will every come of that. O_o.
Kawaii-Lovey: Who else would he get together with? They're just so cute together! Here's the formula, see, for a good Hilary/Tyson story: a little hate, a pocket knife here and there, touchy-feely moments, Hilary, Tyson, the little voices in their head, and of course, lots of Hilary bashing and lots of Tyson bashing = a good Tyson/Hilary love/hate story! Yeah!
