Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing so please refrain from suing me, though you may hate me for the lack of creativity I lack, and knowledge associated with such thinking processes. Please, I implore your forgiveness. I fixed this chapter a bit.
Thank you ICE-QUEEN605, Reaper, and Andhera, I'm sorry to inform you but this will not be Yaoi. I don't know, I can't write good yaoi fics for some reason. ((To accustomed to f/m couplings.))
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Chapter 1- Meet The Amulets.
Rain pummeled the thick glass of his window, the dark grey sky split by thin waves of lightning as it tore through the air and struck the earth. Thunder rumbling deeply like the guttural growl of a starving beat, scourging the land for food. Wow he had an overactive imagination, he thought with an uneasy smirk, fingers dancing across the key board, unintentionally hard as his racking nervousness began to mount with every strike of atomospheric electricity.
"Settle down Chief, it's just lightning." Dizzara comforted in her own mocking tone, vocal monitor rippling and jumping as the ensnared bit beast spoke.
"I'm sorry Dizzy, but nights like this make me jumpy." He murmured as calmly as he could, glancing out through his bedroom window, wishing there was some way to block out the ominous darkness.
" What you think the monsters are coming to get you?" The laptop taunted. The brunette spun back to the laptop, his cheeks stained red as the device cooed. "Aw! How cute! Cheis afraid of the big, bad, boogy man!"
"Stop it Dizzy!" He wailed, blushing shamefully."I'm not scared, I swear! Just paranoid!" The phone rang, launching Kenny nearly two feet into the air, only to land on the bed, and topple to the floor, blankets dragged down over him, mechanical laughter echoing loudly from the de-sheeted bed.
"Its just the phone!" She said between chortles, then gasped. "Maybe it's the mosters calling! Run for your lives! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"
"Shut up Dizzy." He muttered picking up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Are you alright Kenny? You sound a bit shook up!" The voice on the other end laughed.
"Mr. Dickinson!" He sighed in relief. "Does this mean you found another team?"
"Indeed I did Kenny. So you should begin packing, we leave in two days."
"Wow!" Kenny smiled. "Wait, do the others know?"
"Of course!" Mr. Dickinson chuckled. "And there arriving at you house now or later."
"My house?" He looked around, we'll his parents had left an hour ago, and probably wouldn't be back for quite some time. "Alright, but can I just have the teams name? I'm sure I'll find something online about them."
"Ah wonderful Idea Chief. The Amulets, that's their name." He paused. "But I warn you, they were never a really popular team, so you may find nothing of use on the internet."
"I'm sure dizzy and I can dig something up." He glanced at the laptop. "Well see you Mr. Dickinson, and I'll make sure to say hi to the others."
He placed the phone back in the cradle, and picked up all the sheets on the floor.
"What did he have to say?" Dizzy inquired, as Kenny climbed back onto the bed, placing the sheets beside him.
Not much, the others are coming over." He began adjusting the screen. "Have you heard of a team called the amulets?"
"No, and will you stop typing so hard!"
"I'm sorry Dizzy, but the others are arriving soon." He opened a search engine." Here's a site! Pretty artless graphics, eh Dizzy?"
"We'll this site hasn't been updated in a while." Kenny scowled.
"Then what good will this site do for us?" He groaned.
"Well people don't change much, so we'll be able to see what they were like." Dizzy replied "Isn't it obvious?"
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A lanky redhead sat perched high up in one of the courtyard trees, kicking her legs back and forth as she spied on the unsuspecting movie goers. Humming a song she had heard in the movie she had seen earlier that morning, waiting. Her house visible in the distance, an old decrepit Victorian, complete with cone topped turret, and 'spectral' origin. She lifted her legs, so they blocked out the movie theater court staring down at her unlaced high-top black converse, and her baggy camouflage capris. Some people said she looked like Riku, her favorite character from Kingdom heart, her favorite game, well her hair cut at least. With a sigh, her amethyst eyes returned to surveying the people standing on the stone paved ground. She did not look like a boy! Would a boy wear a black halter top, held by a band around the neck and a pair of matching arm warmers?
"Hey you! Little boy! Get down here you could get hurt up there!" She frowned down at the old, tubby man, staring up at her with arms crossed. Obviously he needed glasses.
"I'm not a boy you big fat meanie! And I'm not coming down!" She stuck out her tongue and pulled down her bottom eyelid. He scowled.
"Ashei Aker! Listen to the man will you, he has a very intriguing proposition for you and the others." This time, a girl stepped beneath her branch, tall and slender with blond hair, inches below her shoulders in front tipped black , and above in the back. Adorned in a knee length black jacket with short sleeves, the silver buckles spanning only half way, laying unopened to show a white wife beater, (the straps of her grey sports bra visible.) Finished by a pair of baggy torn and tattered jeans, slung low on her hips by a belt, a pair of buckle up combat boots, and black fingerless gloves, knuckles studded with silver.
Ashei's eyes widened in joy, and she leapt from the tree in one swift motion flung her arms around the taller girl. "Silver!"
Silver gasped for breath as her rib cage was slowly shrinking from the constricting embrace. Even her years of hockey, both field and ice, followed by soccer, rugby, boxing, track, and basketball couldn't have prepared her for this.
"I think that's enough girls!" Silver took a deep breath as Ashei let her go reluctantly. 'I owe you.' Silver mouth to the laughing man, and turned to the excited redhead.
"Ash, this is Mr. Dumb-ass. Mr. Dumb-ass, this is Ashei Aker as I'm sure you are aware."
"Mr. Dumb-ass?" The redhead laughed. "Nice name!"
Mr. Dickinson cleared his throat, prodding the blond in the side "Are you forgetting something?"
"Oh, yeah. I still have my amulets." She hesitated, dark grey irises focused upwards, then continued grudgingly. "I would like to re-join the team."
She closed her eyes tightly, expecting another attack to be lunged her way, but none came, instead something grabbed her hands, and was trying to pull her forwards. Dark grey eyes snapped open to find Ashei trying to pull her towards the house she recognized all to well.
The white rose, and for an instant just glancing at it she realized, what lay ahead, why the house looked like a beast, waiting to swallow her, jaws closed, but soon to lay agape, why the house fit its title, based on a movie she had seen, the Red Rose, but it wasn't the house itself, but the demons that lay within int's ancient walls.
"No! No, no! I change my mind!" She yelled but to no avail, no one but Mr. Dickinson was listening, smiling as he walked in their wake, that bastard!
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It had been only five minutes before the rest of the team had arrived, drenched and disheveled, but excited all the same. Except Kenny, who now had to think about an excuse to explain why all the food that had been in the refrigerator was gone, on top of a way to explain why on such short notice he had to fly off to North America.
"Hey chief! Got anymore food?" Tyson asked, biting down on a drumstick as he walked back into the living room and took a seat on the couch, dropping an armful of food on the low table in the middle of the room. "Whatcha doing Chief?"
"I'm looking at the site for the team we're staying with." He looked at the blue haired boy in disgust. "And no we have no more food, you've eaten it all."
"Well, what have you learnt about them so far?" Rei asked to change the subject, sitting on the overstuffed chair across from Tyson, sweatdropping.
"The basics, their called the Amulets, an all girl team, and they seem pretty mediocre when this site was made, even with their bit beasts, they never had a chance to actually blade in an official tournament."
"They were that bad?" Max gasped, reading over Kenny shoulder, Tyson reading and eating over his other. "I didn't know being that bad with a bit was possible!"
"It's not, the team disbanded because on of the members was put in a juvenile containment facility for a year. "He pointed to a picture of a fourteen-year-old, posing with her arms crossed Egyptian style, a dagger pointed downwards in one hand, her black and silver blade in the other, dark grey eyes narrowed towards the camera. He read. "Silver Williams the fourth member of the team, was taken away by police during an attempt to burn down her grandparents house, kicked out of the public school system for random acts of violence and mischief."
"And were staying with this psychopath?" Ray remarked dryly.
"Presumable so." Kenny muttered. "Her condition seemed to vanish and last year she was released for 'Good Behavior', even accepted into a catholic school where she joined a bunch of sports."
"Wonderful!" Ray muttered throwing up his hands. "Are there any others we should be warned about?"
"Well, besides Silver and Ashei, who's just a bit hyperactive." Tyson and Max glanced at each other behind the boys back, wearing similar impish grins as Kenny read on/ "Jinn Vayu and Gabrielle Uisce."
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"Jinn will you please do something about the incense?" A slight brown haired girl demanded, indigo eyes narrowed as she watched the thin tendrils of smoke rising over the tall faded black couch, Jinn herself hidden by the junk spewed around the dark living room. "Its having a weird affect on my hair spray!"
"That's nice." Jinn whispered dreamily, sitting on a pillow Indian stye on the ground, leaning back against the couch, her notebook, and incense burner positioned on the scarred, burnt and beaten, wooden coffee table. She placed her flute against her lips and played a note, then scribbled it down in her notebook. "Gabrielle, why don't you close the bathroom door if you are so displeased?"
"Because, I would never be able to get out." She doused her hair with hair spray, then added quickly. "The door sticks."
"What a shame." Jinn played another note, logging it with the others. She glanced upwards, her dark blue eyes distant. "Where is Ash?"
"She went out to annoy the local movie goers." Gabrielle muttered standing before the bathroom counter where a tall rectangular mirror was propped behind the sink. The pale yellow counter top covered with a vast collection of beauty products of different colors, brands, and uses. Tucking her long wavy brown hair behind her ears she twirled, watching the pleats of her short plaid skirt closely for any flaws. She smirked at the mirror, then pouted her lips and batted her eyes. She smiled and placed her hands on her hips, she took off her short jean jacket, and threw it over her shoulder, and tugged her short white spaghetti strap tank top lower. She picked up a tan beret and placed it stylishly on her head. "How do I look?"
Jinn poked her head over the couch, and blinked.
"Like you should be standing on street corners." She disappeared behind the sofa once more, the clicks of her flute case audible from the bathroom, as Jinn placed her flute back in the flute case, then placed it in her purple backpack with her notebook, incense burner, incense, small dagger, and a fabric fan.
"Thanks." Gabrielle muttered sarcastically, placing a small band of shells around her neck, pulling on a pair of black high heeled boots. "At least I have style."
"Style is in the eyes of those who perceive it." Jinn stood up, dark metallic blue pillow in one hand, book bag slung over the other. She climbed up three stairs that separated one side of the room from the other. Glancing down at her knee length dark purple skirt, slit nearly all the way up, with a pair of short black shorts underneath. Finished by a sleeveless black turtleneck and a pair of hiking boots. Besides that her long black hair was highlighted blue, the bangs short, and her earrings a pair of hanging silver feathers. "There is no problem with my outfit."
With that said she climbed up the dark stairs in the far corner of the room, and disappeared in the upper level.
"Whatever." Gabriella muttered, rolling her eyes as she leaned over against the counter and began putting on her lipstick.
The front door swung open, scaring Gabriella to the point she jumped and stumbled back into the bathtub.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking!?!?!?!" The brunette screamed as Ashei stepped through the door way. "Warn a person will you?! God!"
"Hey, um Gabby?" Ashei smirked, running her finer from her temple to lips. "You have something right here."
Gabriel growled and picked herself up, slamming the bathroom door as hard as she could, a growl erupted from behind the wooden portal, then a banging, and the door knob began to shake.
"I guess she forgot the door stuck." Jinn laughed s she came back down the steps, averting her gaze to the red head. "Welcome back Ash."
"Jinn! Guess who's here!" Ash dismissed the greeting and got right to her game, kicking a can across the shaded room as she did.
"Who Ash?" Jinn tilted her head. "A flutist?"
"Orlando Bloom?" Gabby's scream was slightly muffled, but hopeful all the same.
"Your both wrong!" She laughed, stepping to the side. "It's Silver, and we've been invited to participate in the North American Beyblading Extravaganza!"
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Destructive: I've made slight changes but anyway, I like this one better.
Asami: I'm STILL bored!
Destructive: shut up. Please review!!
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