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~Back at home~ (Wherever home maybe)
"Where are they?" Sam yelled flopping down on the couch in a sad heap.
"Where are who?" Tyson asked looking up from his plate of food the butler (Pete) gave him.
"The Majestics, Becky, and the un-said one." Nat said looking up from her embroidery.
"I heard they went to Europe on a little get away." Mariah said slyly.
"That Bitch better keep her hands off my boyfriend." Sam muttered with a sniffle.
"Oh I think Becky will keep her hands off your precious. The question is will your precious keep his hands off Becky?" Tala said with a smirk.
"Yea I can just see that Italian now trying to molest that wench." Ian said chuckling a little.
"She'd probably hurt you if she heard what you just called her." Tay said quietly from her spot on the window seat in the living room where everyone was at the moment. "She already whacked Mel over the head for a similar comment the first time they met."
"Yes but Mel had it coming. You know that girl doesn't really care about her life. She'd rather have fun then care about what could hurt her." Nat pointed out pushing her reading glasses somewhat further up the bridge of her nose. "Sometimes I think she has no brain at all."
"Careless? Yes. Dumb? No." Tay said apathetically as she stared out the window. "She can be smart when she wants to. Becky always shows her smarts and common sense. Both of them are the great deceivers in our small group, they both seem to have masks that have been perfected and they both are masters of their emotions." She said shifting a little but her voice didn't leave its hushed state. "They're both hiding something."
"I understand that but I don't understand why they have to feel they must hide whatever they're hiding." Nat snapped at Tay's back. By this time all the others were silent and listening. The boys knew to figure out who Mel was they should listen, and now Becky came up as a question mark (if one could say that). What was it that made the two different from the others? Kenny had no luck on finding things on Mel so they had turned to Mr. Dickinson who gave them Mel's Beyblading files, supposedly the only files that Mel herself didn't know existed, and said that it was all the BBA had on her. Now it seemed that Becky also was someone that wouldn't give up her past easily. Sam had easily told them searching for their sympathy, but received only a little from Enrique, and Nat had told them a little bit and said that she didn't want to bring up sad memories which seemed rather understandable.
"Because they might think it's not something to talk about." Mariah suggested tilting her head a little.
"Grr. I don't care just so long as they stay away from my boyfriend." Sam snapped and Tay smirked, though no one saw the smirk. 'If she only knew that Enrique has already been trying to hit on Becky.' Tay thought remembering the conversation she had with Mel and Oliver over the phone. With that thought she stood up and left the room to find something else to do then listen to Sam whine about the two 'trying to steal' her boyfriend. It was a well-known fact that Mel didn't like the thought about having to have that kind of relationship with thus giving her the little title "Amazon" by her cousins.
Tay wondered if Mel ever had a boyfriend in her life or an extremely close friend at all. Sam seemed to try and press her friendship on Mel, Becky was a somewhere between an acquaintance and a friend, Nat was someone that didn't press her friendship with Mel but she did try to stay by the shorter girl's side. She well she didn't really knew where she stood when it came to being Mel's friend. She hoped that she was where Becky was but she didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. She heard countless stories from Becky about when she met Mel's cousins and some of them though funny seemed rather close calls. Before she knew it Tay was standing in the music room and was in front of the piano the only thing she knew she could play without concentrating on what she was doing. With a small smile she found that no one followed her and the door was close so the music wouldn't be let out and give away her location. And it was with that small smile she sat down and began playing allowing her hands to fly over the keys with a simple grace and soon her mind was wandering again.
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Nat was now in kitchen among the smells and chaos of an organized cooking routine. She had retreated here because the only other inhabitance of the house that entered the kitchen besides the cooks and maids was Mel and Becky. This was one of her favorite places to write though she didn't really know why. Sometimes the room gave her ideas on how to pick a subject of a story or a setting. However she was now sat there, without her notebook that no one read from besides her, staring off into space. She had left when Tay did and now she sat there with hardly anything to do. She wondered what it was that made the two girls that where with the European team seem so distant then the rest of them. Mel seemed to always be there smiling and happy; Becky was there with a voice of reason and intelligence. One seemed to be an insane philosopher and the other a scientist that nine times out of ten didn't care about what was said about her.
"Would you like to try this Miss?" One of the cooks asked holding up some soup for Nat. She tasted it and found the sweet taste that reminded her of that sweet tea Mel had her try once.
"It delicious Dimitre." Nat said with a smile before sitting back down. "Say, Dimitre?"
"Yes Miss. Natalie?" The chief asked looking up at her as he gave the soup to a maid that was setting up the table for dinner.
"Ever wonder why Mel and Becky never seem to say anything about their pasts?" Nat asked motioning for him to sit down. He ran a tan hand threw his mat of brown hair looking at her with somewhat confused icy green eyes.
"No. I haven't really thought of why the two are like they are. To tell you the truth they seem rather sad sometimes when they are in here to get away from the others." Dimitre answered as Nat looked over the cook. He wasn't that old probably around twenty five, wiry build but had muscle, if he wanted he could probably pass for a boxer, short brown hair that was somewhat messy, shallow icy green eyes that held kindness and other emotions, and a straight tooth smile but one of his teeth on his left side was missing. He was dressed like all the other cooks but his uniform seemed to be a little personalized which was nice.
"Is that so?" Nat asked as he smiled at her then nodded. "So I hear that you're going back to Russia. Why?"
"My, don't you ask a lot of questions. Well I'm going back to Russia because I finished school, got enough money that I can start a new life rather nicely, and my mother wants is rather ill and I feel that I must be with her." He answered not looking Nat in the eyes which was rather nice since the last girl that lived in the house he talked to, Mel, always looked him in the eyes.
"You could become a rather wealthy cook." Nat said with a smile. "And when you do go I'm sure going to miss your cooking." She said making the young cook to chuckle a little. "So do you have anyone besides your mother back in Russia?"
"You mean like any other family members?" He asked and she nodded. "Well there is, my two sisters, Larisa and Masha."
"Oh? Who is the oldest?" Nat asked getting somewhat interested in this subject. She knew Becky probably already knew this since she socialized with the cooks more but that didn't bother her.
"Larisa is a year older then me and Masha is nine years younger then me." He answered with a smile.
"Masha?" Ian asked coming in.
"She's his younger sister. Oh I almost forgot. Dimitre this is Ian, Ian this is one of the cooks Dimitre." Nat said introducing the two.
"What's your last name?" Ian asked the cook with a somewhat cold voice as the other Demolition boys walked in wanting to find a place to get away from Sam.
"Katzov." Dimitre answered as Nat went to taste more of the dinner.
"Do you know Masha Katzov from Moscow?" Tala asked coming up.
"Yes she is my younger sister. How do you know her?" Dimitre asked standing up easily towering over Tala by a few inches.
"We ran into her a few months back. She said that she had a Brother in the states." Ian said and soon the three boys were talking while the other two listened in. Spencer occasionally put something in but that was about it and before they knew it, it was dinner. All the beybladers sat at the table eating and a few had a small conversation but besides that it was pretty quiet and it staid that way threw the whole evening.
The next morning Nat was up first looking threw books in the library. They mostly pertained to beyblading history but besides that they were rather vague subjects. She had to find someway of entertainment since she couldn't fuss over Robert. So she went back to her old habits and decided it was time to finish up old research. Tay was in the gardens enjoying the beginning of the day with a nice cup of tea. Sam who woke up around eight was in her dance room trying to perfect her dance moves. The others where just scattered throughout the house.
"Hey Mariah." Ray said as the pink haired girl walked into the living room. She smiled at him and noticed that no one else was in the room. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. I'm just trying to find something to do that's all." Mariah answered with a causal gesture of her hand.
"Oh. Okay. Have fun." Ray answered going back to his book he had been reading. It was a book completely on the Chinese legends of beyblading something he found rather intriguing and the best part was it was written in Chinese his native language.
"Hey Ray?" Mariah said snapping Ray out of the concentrated state he had been in.
"Yea?" He said looking up from his book at her with questioning eyes. He was soon lost in the depths of almond that held curiosity and something that he couldn't place. He had never seen it in her eyes before and he should know he was her childhood friend, well of course there were some snags in their friendship when he "abandoned" the white tigers to find out more about beyblading and the beybladers behind the sport. The team was sure mad at him for that but soon forgave him when he showed them that he had went out to learn more about the world.
"Ever wonder what it would have been like if you hadn't left the white tigers?" She asked sitting down on the couch, which faced the other couch, Ray sat on. "I mean do you ever think anything could have come out of you staying with the white tigers and not going out into the world?"
"Well if I hadn't left the village I wouldn't have met and battled so many great bladers and I would have never known the other Blade Breakers. Then again if I had staid I would have been weak because I wouldn't have the experience I have now. Other then that I don't think anything bad would have came out with me staying there." Ray said after he thought a little. 'Why would she ask such a question?' He thought getting slightly puzzled by the pink haired girl's question.
"So if you had stayed you wouldn't be as strong?" Mariah asked leaning forward somewhat but didn't loose eye contact with him.
"Yea that's about it. Not saying that you're weak or anything. I'm just saying I would have felt weak and unworthy to have my bitbeast Driger." Ray said not wanting to offend her in anyway.
"Oh, okay." She said happily and stood up.
"Why do you ask?" He asked looking back down at his book in his lap.
"I just wanted to know that's all." She said then left a rather confused Ray to try and figure out what was her motive behind asking him that question. He knew from experience that she wasn't the type of girl that would ask a question like that out of the blue like that. There had to be a reason for her to all of a sudden find interest in a subject that he had thought was resolved a long time ago. Though the thought of her always being there for him was comforting. She even was there when he was sent to the hospital after battling Brian. Her presence alone was comforting for him but he would never admit that to her or anyone else. Although Tyson did bug him a little about the fact he should go out with her. He just couldn't picture him self in a more personal relationship with the pink haired neko- jin. He couldn't picture him self in a more personal relationship with anyone for that matter, he was always a bit of a loner and that's why Kai and him had an understanding. He knew when to stay out of Kai's hair and Kai knew when to leave Ray alone. Thus it formed an uneasy friendship between the captain and him but it was rather useful because he could always suggest to Kai on giving the others a challenging practice for a prank they pulled or a lenient one for how good they had been. Then there was the Genkai Max that seemed to be a loyal and trustworthy friend that was always there, if he needed to talk to someone. Tyson wasn't what he would call a best friend or just a friend he was somewhere in between. The blue haired samurai in training was always the one to give encouragement and help catch Ray when he fell. Tyson, Ray concluded, was a loyal friend that sometimes got on your nerves but was always there to help in the end. 'This is all fine but what made Mariah ask that question?' Ray asked himself noticing that his thoughts had become somewhat sidetracked. Mariah like he said wasn't the type of girl to ask a question like that unless she had a reason to. So what was that reason? She was so confusing at times but there were times when she was cute and quite enjoyable to be around. 'Agh, she so confusing.' He thought and decided to put the subject to the side for a later time before going back to his book.
~*~
~Back at home~ (Wherever home maybe)
"Where are they?" Sam yelled flopping down on the couch in a sad heap.
"Where are who?" Tyson asked looking up from his plate of food the butler (Pete) gave him.
"The Majestics, Becky, and the un-said one." Nat said looking up from her embroidery.
"I heard they went to Europe on a little get away." Mariah said slyly.
"That Bitch better keep her hands off my boyfriend." Sam muttered with a sniffle.
"Oh I think Becky will keep her hands off your precious. The question is will your precious keep his hands off Becky?" Tala said with a smirk.
"Yea I can just see that Italian now trying to molest that wench." Ian said chuckling a little.
"She'd probably hurt you if she heard what you just called her." Tay said quietly from her spot on the window seat in the living room where everyone was at the moment. "She already whacked Mel over the head for a similar comment the first time they met."
"Yes but Mel had it coming. You know that girl doesn't really care about her life. She'd rather have fun then care about what could hurt her." Nat pointed out pushing her reading glasses somewhat further up the bridge of her nose. "Sometimes I think she has no brain at all."
"Careless? Yes. Dumb? No." Tay said apathetically as she stared out the window. "She can be smart when she wants to. Becky always shows her smarts and common sense. Both of them are the great deceivers in our small group, they both seem to have masks that have been perfected and they both are masters of their emotions." She said shifting a little but her voice didn't leave its hushed state. "They're both hiding something."
"I understand that but I don't understand why they have to feel they must hide whatever they're hiding." Nat snapped at Tay's back. By this time all the others were silent and listening. The boys knew to figure out who Mel was they should listen, and now Becky came up as a question mark (if one could say that). What was it that made the two different from the others? Kenny had no luck on finding things on Mel so they had turned to Mr. Dickinson who gave them Mel's Beyblading files, supposedly the only files that Mel herself didn't know existed, and said that it was all the BBA had on her. Now it seemed that Becky also was someone that wouldn't give up her past easily. Sam had easily told them searching for their sympathy, but received only a little from Enrique, and Nat had told them a little bit and said that she didn't want to bring up sad memories which seemed rather understandable.
"Because they might think it's not something to talk about." Mariah suggested tilting her head a little.
"Grr. I don't care just so long as they stay away from my boyfriend." Sam snapped and Tay smirked, though no one saw the smirk. 'If she only knew that Enrique has already been trying to hit on Becky.' Tay thought remembering the conversation she had with Mel and Oliver over the phone. With that thought she stood up and left the room to find something else to do then listen to Sam whine about the two 'trying to steal' her boyfriend. It was a well-known fact that Mel didn't like the thought about having to have that kind of relationship with thus giving her the little title "Amazon" by her cousins.
Tay wondered if Mel ever had a boyfriend in her life or an extremely close friend at all. Sam seemed to try and press her friendship on Mel, Becky was a somewhere between an acquaintance and a friend, Nat was someone that didn't press her friendship with Mel but she did try to stay by the shorter girl's side. She well she didn't really knew where she stood when it came to being Mel's friend. She hoped that she was where Becky was but she didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. She heard countless stories from Becky about when she met Mel's cousins and some of them though funny seemed rather close calls. Before she knew it Tay was standing in the music room and was in front of the piano the only thing she knew she could play without concentrating on what she was doing. With a small smile she found that no one followed her and the door was close so the music wouldn't be let out and give away her location. And it was with that small smile she sat down and began playing allowing her hands to fly over the keys with a simple grace and soon her mind was wandering again.
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Nat was now in kitchen among the smells and chaos of an organized cooking routine. She had retreated here because the only other inhabitance of the house that entered the kitchen besides the cooks and maids was Mel and Becky. This was one of her favorite places to write though she didn't really know why. Sometimes the room gave her ideas on how to pick a subject of a story or a setting. However she was now sat there, without her notebook that no one read from besides her, staring off into space. She had left when Tay did and now she sat there with hardly anything to do. She wondered what it was that made the two girls that where with the European team seem so distant then the rest of them. Mel seemed to always be there smiling and happy; Becky was there with a voice of reason and intelligence. One seemed to be an insane philosopher and the other a scientist that nine times out of ten didn't care about what was said about her.
"Would you like to try this Miss?" One of the cooks asked holding up some soup for Nat. She tasted it and found the sweet taste that reminded her of that sweet tea Mel had her try once.
"It delicious Dimitre." Nat said with a smile before sitting back down. "Say, Dimitre?"
"Yes Miss. Natalie?" The chief asked looking up at her as he gave the soup to a maid that was setting up the table for dinner.
"Ever wonder why Mel and Becky never seem to say anything about their pasts?" Nat asked motioning for him to sit down. He ran a tan hand threw his mat of brown hair looking at her with somewhat confused icy green eyes.
"No. I haven't really thought of why the two are like they are. To tell you the truth they seem rather sad sometimes when they are in here to get away from the others." Dimitre answered as Nat looked over the cook. He wasn't that old probably around twenty five, wiry build but had muscle, if he wanted he could probably pass for a boxer, short brown hair that was somewhat messy, shallow icy green eyes that held kindness and other emotions, and a straight tooth smile but one of his teeth on his left side was missing. He was dressed like all the other cooks but his uniform seemed to be a little personalized which was nice.
"Is that so?" Nat asked as he smiled at her then nodded. "So I hear that you're going back to Russia. Why?"
"My, don't you ask a lot of questions. Well I'm going back to Russia because I finished school, got enough money that I can start a new life rather nicely, and my mother wants is rather ill and I feel that I must be with her." He answered not looking Nat in the eyes which was rather nice since the last girl that lived in the house he talked to, Mel, always looked him in the eyes.
"You could become a rather wealthy cook." Nat said with a smile. "And when you do go I'm sure going to miss your cooking." She said making the young cook to chuckle a little. "So do you have anyone besides your mother back in Russia?"
"You mean like any other family members?" He asked and she nodded. "Well there is, my two sisters, Larisa and Masha."
"Oh? Who is the oldest?" Nat asked getting somewhat interested in this subject. She knew Becky probably already knew this since she socialized with the cooks more but that didn't bother her.
"Larisa is a year older then me and Masha is nine years younger then me." He answered with a smile.
"Masha?" Ian asked coming in.
"She's his younger sister. Oh I almost forgot. Dimitre this is Ian, Ian this is one of the cooks Dimitre." Nat said introducing the two.
"What's your last name?" Ian asked the cook with a somewhat cold voice as the other Demolition boys walked in wanting to find a place to get away from Sam.
"Katzov." Dimitre answered as Nat went to taste more of the dinner.
"Do you know Masha Katzov from Moscow?" Tala asked coming up.
"Yes she is my younger sister. How do you know her?" Dimitre asked standing up easily towering over Tala by a few inches.
"We ran into her a few months back. She said that she had a Brother in the states." Ian said and soon the three boys were talking while the other two listened in. Spencer occasionally put something in but that was about it and before they knew it, it was dinner. All the beybladers sat at the table eating and a few had a small conversation but besides that it was pretty quiet and it staid that way threw the whole evening.
The next morning Nat was up first looking threw books in the library. They mostly pertained to beyblading history but besides that they were rather vague subjects. She had to find someway of entertainment since she couldn't fuss over Robert. So she went back to her old habits and decided it was time to finish up old research. Tay was in the gardens enjoying the beginning of the day with a nice cup of tea. Sam who woke up around eight was in her dance room trying to perfect her dance moves. The others where just scattered throughout the house.
"Hey Mariah." Ray said as the pink haired girl walked into the living room. She smiled at him and noticed that no one else was in the room. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. I'm just trying to find something to do that's all." Mariah answered with a causal gesture of her hand.
"Oh. Okay. Have fun." Ray answered going back to his book he had been reading. It was a book completely on the Chinese legends of beyblading something he found rather intriguing and the best part was it was written in Chinese his native language.
"Hey Ray?" Mariah said snapping Ray out of the concentrated state he had been in.
"Yea?" He said looking up from his book at her with questioning eyes. He was soon lost in the depths of almond that held curiosity and something that he couldn't place. He had never seen it in her eyes before and he should know he was her childhood friend, well of course there were some snags in their friendship when he "abandoned" the white tigers to find out more about beyblading and the beybladers behind the sport. The team was sure mad at him for that but soon forgave him when he showed them that he had went out to learn more about the world.
"Ever wonder what it would have been like if you hadn't left the white tigers?" She asked sitting down on the couch, which faced the other couch, Ray sat on. "I mean do you ever think anything could have come out of you staying with the white tigers and not going out into the world?"
"Well if I hadn't left the village I wouldn't have met and battled so many great bladers and I would have never known the other Blade Breakers. Then again if I had staid I would have been weak because I wouldn't have the experience I have now. Other then that I don't think anything bad would have came out with me staying there." Ray said after he thought a little. 'Why would she ask such a question?' He thought getting slightly puzzled by the pink haired girl's question.
"So if you had stayed you wouldn't be as strong?" Mariah asked leaning forward somewhat but didn't loose eye contact with him.
"Yea that's about it. Not saying that you're weak or anything. I'm just saying I would have felt weak and unworthy to have my bitbeast Driger." Ray said not wanting to offend her in anyway.
"Oh, okay." She said happily and stood up.
"Why do you ask?" He asked looking back down at his book in his lap.
"I just wanted to know that's all." She said then left a rather confused Ray to try and figure out what was her motive behind asking him that question. He knew from experience that she wasn't the type of girl that would ask a question like that out of the blue like that. There had to be a reason for her to all of a sudden find interest in a subject that he had thought was resolved a long time ago. Though the thought of her always being there for him was comforting. She even was there when he was sent to the hospital after battling Brian. Her presence alone was comforting for him but he would never admit that to her or anyone else. Although Tyson did bug him a little about the fact he should go out with her. He just couldn't picture him self in a more personal relationship with the pink haired neko- jin. He couldn't picture him self in a more personal relationship with anyone for that matter, he was always a bit of a loner and that's why Kai and him had an understanding. He knew when to stay out of Kai's hair and Kai knew when to leave Ray alone. Thus it formed an uneasy friendship between the captain and him but it was rather useful because he could always suggest to Kai on giving the others a challenging practice for a prank they pulled or a lenient one for how good they had been. Then there was the Genkai Max that seemed to be a loyal and trustworthy friend that was always there, if he needed to talk to someone. Tyson wasn't what he would call a best friend or just a friend he was somewhere in between. The blue haired samurai in training was always the one to give encouragement and help catch Ray when he fell. Tyson, Ray concluded, was a loyal friend that sometimes got on your nerves but was always there to help in the end. 'This is all fine but what made Mariah ask that question?' Ray asked himself noticing that his thoughts had become somewhat sidetracked. Mariah like he said wasn't the type of girl to ask a question like that unless she had a reason to. So what was that reason? She was so confusing at times but there were times when she was cute and quite enjoyable to be around. 'Agh, she so confusing.' He thought and decided to put the subject to the side for a later time before going back to his book.