FASH: Hey, sorry I haven't updated for a while, I had a Com Tech assignment this weekend, school is almost over! YES! Skipper has some harsh language going on in this chapter so watch out kiddies.
Disclaimer: If I did own an anime, it would either be Beyblade, or Naruto, but I own neither.
""-speech ''-thoughts
Back in America, they had found Alan, and Max had battled with him, Max, of course, became the victor, and Alan did as he promised and told them about the mysterious blonde haired lady who wanted him to steal the stone in the first place. After saying their last goodbyes to Judy and Alan they left on a plane back to Japan.
"Who do you think this blonde chick is?" She asked, and before anyone could answer. "I bet she's just some whore. What do you think?" and once again before anyone could comment on that. "She's probably a real slut." Kris and Trix, who didn't care if they caused the annoying girl physical damage, hit her repeatedly in the back of the head with a wooden plank.
"Uh, guys, she's unconscious now." Kenny said as he clutched his laptop to his chest, the girl just looked up and grinned maniacally. "We won't stop till she has amnesia, a concussion, or is dead. Want to try a whack at it?" Trix asked as she held out one of the wooden planks, but, no matter how much each of these guys hated Hilary, they weren't about to hit a girl, she was a girl. Trix seemed to notice the reason for their refusal and happily said. "Luckily, I am also a girl and can hit beat on both genders without feeling any guilt." She then rejoined Kris in the beating of Hilary, must to the guys amusement.
Back in Japan, Skipper was dully walking on the beach, beating on Dunga was only for so long, and now she had absolutely nothing to do! She sighed and kicked at the sand, watching as it flew up into the air, then a harsh wind pulled at it and it flew into her face, or more precisely, her eyes. "AHHHH!" She started running around with her eyes clamped shut. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING, PIECE OF SHIT, COCK COBBLERING SAND!" She started rubbing at her eyes, still running around like a chicken with its head cut off, if you were on onlooker, you would either find that sight amusing, and back away slowly.
There was only one other person on the beach at this time, and he looked on amused, very amused, before going up to help the girl in pain. Yes, it was King, he had convinced Queen that he needed a walk and that she didn't need to come/follow/stalk him, that chick was obsessive! "Need some help there?" He asked the girl dryly, the girl stopped and turned towards the sound of the voice.
Skipper turned towards that sexy voice that could only belong to that guy she fell into the other day. 'Hot damn, and I can't see him!' She slowly opened her burning eyes, they really hurt, and out came the tears that she had been holding back.
King looked at the girl in a state of shock. She was crying? King was cruel at times and he could take little kids crying, but a cute girl crying? No way! He walked up to her and started to examine her eyes, it couldn't be that bad. 'Just some mild irritation.' HE thought as he took in the girl's whole face, tat seemed to be in as much shock as he was when he saw her crying. "It's okay, your eyes 'ill be fine by the end of the day." He said as he patted her cheeks, but he didn't let them go, he held her face in his hands and gazed at her in something akin to adoration.
Skipper stared back, she felt the urge to lean closer, so she did, and was thrilled to see King bringing his face closer to hers as well, their lips were almost touching, so close, when. "KING!"
A fuming Queen made her way down the beach, grabbed Kings' arm and dragged him away, but Skipper just stared and sighed lovingly. 'His name is King.....'
Olivia had finally gotten out of bed, what was the use of even trying to go to sleep when your dreams were haunted by a really hot guy you were starting to like? Well, there were many uses, but Olivia wasn't much of an erotic dreamer. 'Like hell I'd start having dreams like that, my mother would flip, in excitement.' She shuddered. 'She'd probably ask me about the details or something, how disturbing.' She shuddered again as she walked out of her apartment, after all, who would want their mom asking about stuff like that?
Olivia was now on her way to a bunch of abandoned warehouses she had seen the day before, in hopes that she could get a little talk in with Skipper. 'Yea, get her to share some of that wisdom of her or whatever. She'd probably know what to do.' And so she started creeping in and out of warehouses, trying to find that particular one that Skipper would be in.
King sighed pitifully, Queen was dragging him to nowhere in particular and nagging his ears off. They weren't together, he could kiss a girl if he wanted, she wasn't in charge of his life, not that he would tell her that in the mood she was in. Normal girls pissed at you were bad enough, but this was Queen she practically invented the word PMS, he wasn't going to risk his neck just yet, nope, he was very sure that he was to young to die.
Hilary was unconscious and laying in a heap on the airplane's floor, black and blue all over. Kris and Trix happily looked over their masterpiece as they snuggled into their boyfriend's sides, who smiled slightly and wrapped their arms around them, bringing the girls closer to their chests.
Olivia had entered a warehouse, it seemed to have been housing some people, but there wasn't anyone there, she was about to turn around and leave when a voice asked. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" She turned to the voice and was surprise to see Ozuma, and he looked equally as surprised to see her.
FASH: Cliffhanger, I'm so evil! Hehehe. Anyways, please review, it would make me happy and not want to burn down my school....Or would it?
Disclaimer: If I did own an anime, it would either be Beyblade, or Naruto, but I own neither.
""-speech ''-thoughts
Back in America, they had found Alan, and Max had battled with him, Max, of course, became the victor, and Alan did as he promised and told them about the mysterious blonde haired lady who wanted him to steal the stone in the first place. After saying their last goodbyes to Judy and Alan they left on a plane back to Japan.
"Who do you think this blonde chick is?" She asked, and before anyone could answer. "I bet she's just some whore. What do you think?" and once again before anyone could comment on that. "She's probably a real slut." Kris and Trix, who didn't care if they caused the annoying girl physical damage, hit her repeatedly in the back of the head with a wooden plank.
"Uh, guys, she's unconscious now." Kenny said as he clutched his laptop to his chest, the girl just looked up and grinned maniacally. "We won't stop till she has amnesia, a concussion, or is dead. Want to try a whack at it?" Trix asked as she held out one of the wooden planks, but, no matter how much each of these guys hated Hilary, they weren't about to hit a girl, she was a girl. Trix seemed to notice the reason for their refusal and happily said. "Luckily, I am also a girl and can hit beat on both genders without feeling any guilt." She then rejoined Kris in the beating of Hilary, must to the guys amusement.
Back in Japan, Skipper was dully walking on the beach, beating on Dunga was only for so long, and now she had absolutely nothing to do! She sighed and kicked at the sand, watching as it flew up into the air, then a harsh wind pulled at it and it flew into her face, or more precisely, her eyes. "AHHHH!" She started running around with her eyes clamped shut. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING, PIECE OF SHIT, COCK COBBLERING SAND!" She started rubbing at her eyes, still running around like a chicken with its head cut off, if you were on onlooker, you would either find that sight amusing, and back away slowly.
There was only one other person on the beach at this time, and he looked on amused, very amused, before going up to help the girl in pain. Yes, it was King, he had convinced Queen that he needed a walk and that she didn't need to come/follow/stalk him, that chick was obsessive! "Need some help there?" He asked the girl dryly, the girl stopped and turned towards the sound of the voice.
Skipper turned towards that sexy voice that could only belong to that guy she fell into the other day. 'Hot damn, and I can't see him!' She slowly opened her burning eyes, they really hurt, and out came the tears that she had been holding back.
King looked at the girl in a state of shock. She was crying? King was cruel at times and he could take little kids crying, but a cute girl crying? No way! He walked up to her and started to examine her eyes, it couldn't be that bad. 'Just some mild irritation.' HE thought as he took in the girl's whole face, tat seemed to be in as much shock as he was when he saw her crying. "It's okay, your eyes 'ill be fine by the end of the day." He said as he patted her cheeks, but he didn't let them go, he held her face in his hands and gazed at her in something akin to adoration.
Skipper stared back, she felt the urge to lean closer, so she did, and was thrilled to see King bringing his face closer to hers as well, their lips were almost touching, so close, when. "KING!"
A fuming Queen made her way down the beach, grabbed Kings' arm and dragged him away, but Skipper just stared and sighed lovingly. 'His name is King.....'
Olivia had finally gotten out of bed, what was the use of even trying to go to sleep when your dreams were haunted by a really hot guy you were starting to like? Well, there were many uses, but Olivia wasn't much of an erotic dreamer. 'Like hell I'd start having dreams like that, my mother would flip, in excitement.' She shuddered. 'She'd probably ask me about the details or something, how disturbing.' She shuddered again as she walked out of her apartment, after all, who would want their mom asking about stuff like that?
Olivia was now on her way to a bunch of abandoned warehouses she had seen the day before, in hopes that she could get a little talk in with Skipper. 'Yea, get her to share some of that wisdom of her or whatever. She'd probably know what to do.' And so she started creeping in and out of warehouses, trying to find that particular one that Skipper would be in.
King sighed pitifully, Queen was dragging him to nowhere in particular and nagging his ears off. They weren't together, he could kiss a girl if he wanted, she wasn't in charge of his life, not that he would tell her that in the mood she was in. Normal girls pissed at you were bad enough, but this was Queen she practically invented the word PMS, he wasn't going to risk his neck just yet, nope, he was very sure that he was to young to die.
Hilary was unconscious and laying in a heap on the airplane's floor, black and blue all over. Kris and Trix happily looked over their masterpiece as they snuggled into their boyfriend's sides, who smiled slightly and wrapped their arms around them, bringing the girls closer to their chests.
Olivia had entered a warehouse, it seemed to have been housing some people, but there wasn't anyone there, she was about to turn around and leave when a voice asked. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" She turned to the voice and was surprise to see Ozuma, and he looked equally as surprised to see her.
FASH: Cliffhanger, I'm so evil! Hehehe. Anyways, please review, it would make me happy and not want to burn down my school....Or would it?