Tala: Sorry about the long wait FF.net was being scary to me so sorry..
Michael: now she is going to bring muses from all over cause she's lazy
Robert: except the dangerous ones *looks to a certain pink one* that has to
be unnamed
Bryan: UNAMED is for the WEAK
Michael: *sweatdrops* see he's truly gone insane
Domon: *blink, blink* I'm supposed to be in G Gundam.
George De Sand: same.
Tala: LOOK my two new fav's from G Gundam they make such a good pairing
along with Chibodee
Chibodee: *sweatdrops* yes.
Domon the disclaimer: she doesn't own Beyblade or us in fact from G Gundam.
A/N: Um yeah last chapter was going slow cause I put it up but it like shortened itself somehow *glares* cause it's cursed.anyway enjoy this chapter!
Chapter Twenty
Michael sat in his bed throwing his baseball up high then catching it he repeated the process, he got such a grounding on him he couldn't even do anything for almost an hour for something he didn't even do. However of course he had mouthed off right at his coach as always and gotten in even more trouble as she told him to do the shopping.
For women clothes with Eddy.
To him that was torture it was so boring picking up something for their coach she always made them pick something out for her as her way of punishment since nothing seemed to faze the team. Unless they were humiliated.
Scowling he tipped the cap covering his face it was bad enough having to *walk* in a store but you still go to see all the fine ladies. Suddenly the torture turned into a bit of something he could watch while doing his chore like a movie only glancing as he picked out something for Judy. Sighing he lifted his hat and looked at his Beyblade securely in his hand. His most prized possession was his Trygle something that he knew he would never lose with except the match against the Demolition Boy's never counted, at least he liked to think that way.
Clutching his Beyblade he looked at the feather once again it was so prize looking, as it shone with something the teen couldn't quite put his finger on as he stroked it in thought. Tilting his head he shrugged thinking back to the chemical stuff he had asked Judy several times what it was and she never *once* told him.
Rubbing his face he got up and headed for the door completely caught off guard as Eddy came rounding the corner of his room "Hey Michael c'mon coach wants us to do it now" and as quick as lightning he was out the door. Michael grumbled something as he pocketed his Beyblade once again and stormed after him sulking. It got worse when he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Michael has to go shopping" his scowl was instantly brought back as he tried to ignore Emily's voice since it was quite hard to at any given time.
"And pick up GIRL clothes" he almost hit his had against the door that was shut instantly by Eddy growling he through open the door and glared at the car. It was his transportation to the dreaded place. Taking out his keys since he was after so responsible he opened the door and climbed in since it was a rather big UGLY truck. One that he had to suffer riding since coach never allowed him to drive the shinier cars after he trashed every single one of them.
Starting up the car he glanced pitifully at the basketball player who was in joy for no good reason, then again he was different from his teammates on several standards such as taste, fashion, attitude, you name he was it. ----------
Eventually the two made it and parked it as far away from the store as possible but even then carrying the bags that far was nothing like the humiliation looking for a dress people might get bad thought of him, giving him a bad reputation. Regardless he went as slowly as possible to the store it was huge and was a very popular store for all types of woman clothes from the basics to the bathing suits and other things Michael didn't want to think about.
At least he tried not to think about it.
Once the two entered the store Eddy was looking at all the dresses as Judy ordered measuring the real nice ones precisely while Michael stood in the doorway for more than half the time not bringing himself up to it to take a step into the unknown. Of course the basketball player grabbed his arm and painfully dragged it around while he protested the whole way like a five year old.
But once he gave in he rummaged through the clothes acutely aware that he was being spied on with a camera no doubt. Taking it away from the figure he flung it like he did in baseball and satisfied that it crashed at the other side of the store he smirked at the pouting orange haired girl.
"Aw I wanted that for black mail" Emily whined as the baseball player shrugged innocently not really caring and returned to his duty. Watching and looking at girls at the same time trying to look like he was looking for clothes. But when he started to get annoyed by Emily as she seemed to want to hound him for trashing the camera and it was getting on his nerves and trust me he had nerves made of sludge. Therefore he was quite easy to piss off in a very short amount of time.
Some kind of energy spouted from his finger and he jumped back in surprise as the dress he was looking at caught on fire and started to spread due to the type of fabric it was "Michael" Emily turned around from her spot right across from his and jumped in surprise as a bit of fire had started to spread on the other racks.
"MICHAEL!"
The brown haired baseball player winced as he heard Emily's shriek and ignored her as he stared at his hands a tiny flame was visible on his first finger it then spreaded to the other tips of the finger but oddly it didn't burn it seemed almost soothing. The orange haired girl made a movement of grabbing his arm, which was also on fire, but he could tell that she didn't pay attention or just blindly didn't see it.
"Emily stay away!" she gapped at him while he took off running and went into the lesser expensive clothes and touched it with his finger watching in amazement as it erupted into flames burnt completely to crisp. Touching his own clothes he blinked, as they didn't burst into flames as he expected it to do but it didn't. He stood touching the already created fire open mouthed when it just seemed to tickle him not causing any burning sensation his friends were running around screaming their heads off not knowing where the exit was.
Approximately five minutes later he became aware that his hand was starting to burn and glow a dangerous yellow color 'what the hell is happening?' soon he was waving his hands like a chicken as the temperature of them started to sky rocket to a very high temperature, on he was never exposed or used to in any way.
He was glad his teammates weren't paying attention it made it that much easier to hide the pain although he couldn't help but burn things hoping by some means of his logic it would go away somehow. But it didn't it seemed to get worse, and from there it just got even worse. Kneeling he clutched his hand shutting his eyes it seemed like it was just increasing every second.
A hand on his shoulder startled the poor teenager as he whipped his head and arms in front of him in defense. There stood a young or rather tall young man gazing down at him holding his arm in one hand smiling softly. The stranger was gold all over almost with gold hair; his pale skin almost seemed to glow, gold eyes, black shorts, and a gold shirt.
It was the oddest sense of fashion Michael had ever seen.
A/N: CLIFFY bet u all know who the stranger is cause if u don't that's pretty sad. JK lolz um yeah not much to put down.and yeah two days of school left hahahaha.one more exam
Domon the disclaimer: she doesn't own Beyblade or us in fact from G Gundam.
A/N: Um yeah last chapter was going slow cause I put it up but it like shortened itself somehow *glares* cause it's cursed.anyway enjoy this chapter!
Chapter Twenty
Michael sat in his bed throwing his baseball up high then catching it he repeated the process, he got such a grounding on him he couldn't even do anything for almost an hour for something he didn't even do. However of course he had mouthed off right at his coach as always and gotten in even more trouble as she told him to do the shopping.
For women clothes with Eddy.
To him that was torture it was so boring picking up something for their coach she always made them pick something out for her as her way of punishment since nothing seemed to faze the team. Unless they were humiliated.
Scowling he tipped the cap covering his face it was bad enough having to *walk* in a store but you still go to see all the fine ladies. Suddenly the torture turned into a bit of something he could watch while doing his chore like a movie only glancing as he picked out something for Judy. Sighing he lifted his hat and looked at his Beyblade securely in his hand. His most prized possession was his Trygle something that he knew he would never lose with except the match against the Demolition Boy's never counted, at least he liked to think that way.
Clutching his Beyblade he looked at the feather once again it was so prize looking, as it shone with something the teen couldn't quite put his finger on as he stroked it in thought. Tilting his head he shrugged thinking back to the chemical stuff he had asked Judy several times what it was and she never *once* told him.
Rubbing his face he got up and headed for the door completely caught off guard as Eddy came rounding the corner of his room "Hey Michael c'mon coach wants us to do it now" and as quick as lightning he was out the door. Michael grumbled something as he pocketed his Beyblade once again and stormed after him sulking. It got worse when he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Michael has to go shopping" his scowl was instantly brought back as he tried to ignore Emily's voice since it was quite hard to at any given time.
"And pick up GIRL clothes" he almost hit his had against the door that was shut instantly by Eddy growling he through open the door and glared at the car. It was his transportation to the dreaded place. Taking out his keys since he was after so responsible he opened the door and climbed in since it was a rather big UGLY truck. One that he had to suffer riding since coach never allowed him to drive the shinier cars after he trashed every single one of them.
Starting up the car he glanced pitifully at the basketball player who was in joy for no good reason, then again he was different from his teammates on several standards such as taste, fashion, attitude, you name he was it. ----------
Eventually the two made it and parked it as far away from the store as possible but even then carrying the bags that far was nothing like the humiliation looking for a dress people might get bad thought of him, giving him a bad reputation. Regardless he went as slowly as possible to the store it was huge and was a very popular store for all types of woman clothes from the basics to the bathing suits and other things Michael didn't want to think about.
At least he tried not to think about it.
Once the two entered the store Eddy was looking at all the dresses as Judy ordered measuring the real nice ones precisely while Michael stood in the doorway for more than half the time not bringing himself up to it to take a step into the unknown. Of course the basketball player grabbed his arm and painfully dragged it around while he protested the whole way like a five year old.
But once he gave in he rummaged through the clothes acutely aware that he was being spied on with a camera no doubt. Taking it away from the figure he flung it like he did in baseball and satisfied that it crashed at the other side of the store he smirked at the pouting orange haired girl.
"Aw I wanted that for black mail" Emily whined as the baseball player shrugged innocently not really caring and returned to his duty. Watching and looking at girls at the same time trying to look like he was looking for clothes. But when he started to get annoyed by Emily as she seemed to want to hound him for trashing the camera and it was getting on his nerves and trust me he had nerves made of sludge. Therefore he was quite easy to piss off in a very short amount of time.
Some kind of energy spouted from his finger and he jumped back in surprise as the dress he was looking at caught on fire and started to spread due to the type of fabric it was "Michael" Emily turned around from her spot right across from his and jumped in surprise as a bit of fire had started to spread on the other racks.
"MICHAEL!"
The brown haired baseball player winced as he heard Emily's shriek and ignored her as he stared at his hands a tiny flame was visible on his first finger it then spreaded to the other tips of the finger but oddly it didn't burn it seemed almost soothing. The orange haired girl made a movement of grabbing his arm, which was also on fire, but he could tell that she didn't pay attention or just blindly didn't see it.
"Emily stay away!" she gapped at him while he took off running and went into the lesser expensive clothes and touched it with his finger watching in amazement as it erupted into flames burnt completely to crisp. Touching his own clothes he blinked, as they didn't burst into flames as he expected it to do but it didn't. He stood touching the already created fire open mouthed when it just seemed to tickle him not causing any burning sensation his friends were running around screaming their heads off not knowing where the exit was.
Approximately five minutes later he became aware that his hand was starting to burn and glow a dangerous yellow color 'what the hell is happening?' soon he was waving his hands like a chicken as the temperature of them started to sky rocket to a very high temperature, on he was never exposed or used to in any way.
He was glad his teammates weren't paying attention it made it that much easier to hide the pain although he couldn't help but burn things hoping by some means of his logic it would go away somehow. But it didn't it seemed to get worse, and from there it just got even worse. Kneeling he clutched his hand shutting his eyes it seemed like it was just increasing every second.
A hand on his shoulder startled the poor teenager as he whipped his head and arms in front of him in defense. There stood a young or rather tall young man gazing down at him holding his arm in one hand smiling softly. The stranger was gold all over almost with gold hair; his pale skin almost seemed to glow, gold eyes, black shorts, and a gold shirt.
It was the oddest sense of fashion Michael had ever seen.
A/N: CLIFFY bet u all know who the stranger is cause if u don't that's pretty sad. JK lolz um yeah not much to put down.and yeah two days of school left hahahaha.one more exam