Breaking a Promise Redo
Chapter 6
'What does he want with you?' Tyson's question repeated itself over and over in her head as she ran through the hall to the locker rooms.
'What DOES he want with me?' she asked herself for the billionth time, the race to the room over, skidding to a halt in front of Justin's door. She didn't bother to knock, but turned the knob quickly and stepped cautiously inside. She wasn't trying to hide the noise she was making and he turned around, bag slung over his shoulder.
"I was just getting ready to leave," he said, dropping his quiet personality that he had displayed on stage and picking up his old one that she knew well.
"What is it that you want?" she demanded, a little frightened by seeing the one that had broken her standing in front of her. The one she had run away from. He had never hurt her. Oh, no. He had attacked her heart, taken advantage of her gullability.
"Hilary." He whispered the name as though savoring it as it escaped his lips. "You've gone quite far since we last met, haven't you?" he praised. "Top of the class; cheerleader to the top team in the country, oops, the world. Doing well, aren't you?"
"Why are you here?! What do you want?!" She repeated, wanted to back away from him as he approached. Justin brushed back a lock of hair from her eye and tucked it lightly behind her ear.
"I want you, Hilary." He made the answer seem so clear. Gently he kissed her neck repeatedly. She desperately wanted to pull back from him, but she couldn't. That day at the cafe, isn't this what she wanted? It was. But now, things were different. She had a new life now.
Finally, he withdrew. "So, those old feelings are gone, are they? I had predicted this." He adjusted the bag on his shoulder. "They'll return, though," he assured her, ignoring the look on her face saying that she didn't want them back.
"I'll make sure of it," his battle-personality and tone revived and he slipped past her into the deserted hall. Her team had failed to follow her. They knew whatever business she had to take care of, she needed to do it alone.
"Then why them?" she surprised him. He stopped and turned slightly. "Why have a tournament? If it's me you want, then why drag them into this?!"
He smiled. "You are not won so easily," he explained. "You've become attached to them. You've fallen for one of them. Defeat is the only way to bring you back to me." He recommenced his departure.
"What about Melani?" Hilary hissed. He didn't stop this time.
"You're not the only one who makes mistakes," he whispered emotionlessly, leaving her to take the answer and infer from it what she wanted. Did she dump him? Or did he realize that she wasn't for him?
Hilary returned to the team. The stadium was silent, for the crowd had left soon after Kai's loss. They didn't think twice about it. Justin won. The mighty BladeBreakers lost. That was all there was to it.
Nobody said anything to Hilary about the boy. Kenny called Mr. Dickenson and arranged a flight to the appointed stadium and a meeting with Robert. They left immediately.
On the plane, everyone still refused to say much of anything to each other. The silence was almost unbearable, but at least she didn't have to confess anything. It was like a funeral home on the private jet. Normally, when one of them lost, they all joked about it afterwards, but never before had anything like this happened, and it hit them all hard. Ray and Max played cards wordlessly on the floor by the wall (?), and Tyson sat unmoving in the spinning chair in the center of the "room". Kenny typed slowly on Dizzi, who knew that now was not the time to lighten up the boys (and girl). Kai just sat farther toward the back grasping a badly-damaged Dranzer. Hilary just sat, head in hands, by the door to the pilot's cabin. Eventually, Kenny broke the silence.
"You are alright with this, right, Hilary?" Everyone brought their attention to the young brunette.
"Hm?" She sat up a little straighter to acknowledge that she had heard him, but she didn't meet his eyes.
"You are gonna blade with us, right? Those were his conditions," Kenny said quietly, and the others hardly blinked and remained quiet.
Hilary held up a pale white beyblade in answer to his question. As much as they wanted to, no one went over to inspect the blade they never knew she had. No one except Kenny. He slipped into the seat beside her and held out his hand.
"Can I see it?" She handed it to him, still not speaking. She just didn't feel like it. Nobody on the plane did. Kenny held it in his palm, rotating it over and over to look at every detail. The attack ring and base were white, but were pale with age, as though it hadn't been picked up for a few years. The stickers on the side were pink and purple, with the word "Archangel" (don't ask) inscribed in white. In the middle, a bit was confortably snapped in place. On the circle, the same colors of the stickers were swirled into the backgroud and a picture of a shimmering huntress (an adult woman in gold with matching hair positioning her bow and arrow slightly upward) seemed to jump out the computer whiz.
"This your bitbeast?" he asked. This somewhat aroused the attention of the others, but they just continued with their "activities". There was no need for her to answer him. There was no doubt that this was, though it didn't seem beasty, a bitbeast.
"I guess you could call it that," Hilary whispered, the first noise she had made since they boarded. "Amazing, the power of love. But it doesn't overcome all obstacles." Those were the only words she spoke, and said nothing further until the end of the trip.
"Ahhh. So nice to see you, my uncouth guests," greeted Robert sarcastically as they filed off the plane at his estate. Behind him stood the rest of the Majestics: Enrique, Oliver, and Johnny. They didn't seem enthusiastic about training for the next six days with such...commoners. But they all abandoned the snoody manner when their eyes were lain upon Hilary, whom they hadn't met.
"And who is this gorgeous, angelic young lady?" asked Enrique charmingly as he rushed over to her to kiss her hand. She blushed slightly. Tyson steamed quietly, trying to hide his jealousy, but this was noticed by Oliver. Kai said nothing, and his face was unreadable.
"Oh, this is Hilary," Kenny introduced her. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot that you didn't know about her. I hope you'll accept her along with us." He was a tad frightened that they had failed to take into account that Hilary was there and would need a room to herself.
"It's no trouble at all," smiled Robert, who was beginning to have eyes for the girl himself. "There's plenty of room for her."
"And if there wasn't, she could always sleep in my room," Enrique raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Hilary. Her blush deepened.
"Enrique, do keep your perverted thoughts to yourself," Oliver cautioned. "There is no need to present the image of a sex-obssessed -"
"What'dya mean 'sex-obssessed?!'" Enrique was clearly insulted. "I'm not obsessed with sex," he muttered. To Hilary, he said, "Ignore the Frenchman over there. He seems to be under the impression that I'm dirty."
"You can be," Johnny pointed out, earning himself a warning betta-watch-ya-back-loser glare from Enrique. Robert prevented further embarassment of his teammates by proposing they go inside and unpack; an idea that was highly accepted and they all grabbed their stuff and ran (as best they could) inside.
Once they had settled in, they all rejoined the Majestics in the quest hall, where Robert explained the rules and the scenario.
"The final battle has been arranged by this Justin. As he told you, it will take place in one week, well, in a few hours, six days. That means you have five to train, and Mr. Dickenson has seen to it that you have the best sparring partners."
"Us," Enrique cleared up.
"Yes," Robert continued. "And there are rules to be followed while you are in the training rooms and under my hospitality. In other words, at all times."
"Oh, man," Tyson complained, and Kai glared at him threateningly.
Robert ignored this, "Under no circumstances is Tyson to be allowed in the kitchen. Max, do try to stay away from it as well. Training will begin at 5 a.m. daily and will not end until either Kai or I feel it is appropriate. Curfews are at 1 in the morning, since often we will be training ceaselessly until midnight (Tyson: WHAT?!). Absolutely no males in the female dorm," he turned to Enrique, who put on his most innocent face. "Hilary," he grinned, then changing dramatically back to the scowl he had addressed the others with, "And Kenny, if there is no objection. There is a library, an education wing, a computer room, a swimming pool, a gym...pretty much everything you'll need to chase away boredom (Tyson: Lucky.). That is all." Everyone rose to hit the sack.
"Oh," he added and everyone froze. "Showers are in your rooms, as are bathrooms and snacks, so anyone found in the halls (he glared at Tyson and Enrique) will be punished to the extremety. You don't want to find out what it will be. Don't worry about meals. And goodnight."
And so training...begins...
Kohari: What'dya think? Did I get the personalities pretty much right? Any predictions? And don't forget to read "Men Don't Change" and "Jokes, Cliches, and Metaphors". Next on JCM: Tyson and Kayko's blind date! Maybe. IF you review.
Chapter 6
'What does he want with you?' Tyson's question repeated itself over and over in her head as she ran through the hall to the locker rooms.
'What DOES he want with me?' she asked herself for the billionth time, the race to the room over, skidding to a halt in front of Justin's door. She didn't bother to knock, but turned the knob quickly and stepped cautiously inside. She wasn't trying to hide the noise she was making and he turned around, bag slung over his shoulder.
"I was just getting ready to leave," he said, dropping his quiet personality that he had displayed on stage and picking up his old one that she knew well.
"What is it that you want?" she demanded, a little frightened by seeing the one that had broken her standing in front of her. The one she had run away from. He had never hurt her. Oh, no. He had attacked her heart, taken advantage of her gullability.
"Hilary." He whispered the name as though savoring it as it escaped his lips. "You've gone quite far since we last met, haven't you?" he praised. "Top of the class; cheerleader to the top team in the country, oops, the world. Doing well, aren't you?"
"Why are you here?! What do you want?!" She repeated, wanted to back away from him as he approached. Justin brushed back a lock of hair from her eye and tucked it lightly behind her ear.
"I want you, Hilary." He made the answer seem so clear. Gently he kissed her neck repeatedly. She desperately wanted to pull back from him, but she couldn't. That day at the cafe, isn't this what she wanted? It was. But now, things were different. She had a new life now.
Finally, he withdrew. "So, those old feelings are gone, are they? I had predicted this." He adjusted the bag on his shoulder. "They'll return, though," he assured her, ignoring the look on her face saying that she didn't want them back.
"I'll make sure of it," his battle-personality and tone revived and he slipped past her into the deserted hall. Her team had failed to follow her. They knew whatever business she had to take care of, she needed to do it alone.
"Then why them?" she surprised him. He stopped and turned slightly. "Why have a tournament? If it's me you want, then why drag them into this?!"
He smiled. "You are not won so easily," he explained. "You've become attached to them. You've fallen for one of them. Defeat is the only way to bring you back to me." He recommenced his departure.
"What about Melani?" Hilary hissed. He didn't stop this time.
"You're not the only one who makes mistakes," he whispered emotionlessly, leaving her to take the answer and infer from it what she wanted. Did she dump him? Or did he realize that she wasn't for him?
Hilary returned to the team. The stadium was silent, for the crowd had left soon after Kai's loss. They didn't think twice about it. Justin won. The mighty BladeBreakers lost. That was all there was to it.
Nobody said anything to Hilary about the boy. Kenny called Mr. Dickenson and arranged a flight to the appointed stadium and a meeting with Robert. They left immediately.
On the plane, everyone still refused to say much of anything to each other. The silence was almost unbearable, but at least she didn't have to confess anything. It was like a funeral home on the private jet. Normally, when one of them lost, they all joked about it afterwards, but never before had anything like this happened, and it hit them all hard. Ray and Max played cards wordlessly on the floor by the wall (?), and Tyson sat unmoving in the spinning chair in the center of the "room". Kenny typed slowly on Dizzi, who knew that now was not the time to lighten up the boys (and girl). Kai just sat farther toward the back grasping a badly-damaged Dranzer. Hilary just sat, head in hands, by the door to the pilot's cabin. Eventually, Kenny broke the silence.
"You are alright with this, right, Hilary?" Everyone brought their attention to the young brunette.
"Hm?" She sat up a little straighter to acknowledge that she had heard him, but she didn't meet his eyes.
"You are gonna blade with us, right? Those were his conditions," Kenny said quietly, and the others hardly blinked and remained quiet.
Hilary held up a pale white beyblade in answer to his question. As much as they wanted to, no one went over to inspect the blade they never knew she had. No one except Kenny. He slipped into the seat beside her and held out his hand.
"Can I see it?" She handed it to him, still not speaking. She just didn't feel like it. Nobody on the plane did. Kenny held it in his palm, rotating it over and over to look at every detail. The attack ring and base were white, but were pale with age, as though it hadn't been picked up for a few years. The stickers on the side were pink and purple, with the word "Archangel" (don't ask) inscribed in white. In the middle, a bit was confortably snapped in place. On the circle, the same colors of the stickers were swirled into the backgroud and a picture of a shimmering huntress (an adult woman in gold with matching hair positioning her bow and arrow slightly upward) seemed to jump out the computer whiz.
"This your bitbeast?" he asked. This somewhat aroused the attention of the others, but they just continued with their "activities". There was no need for her to answer him. There was no doubt that this was, though it didn't seem beasty, a bitbeast.
"I guess you could call it that," Hilary whispered, the first noise she had made since they boarded. "Amazing, the power of love. But it doesn't overcome all obstacles." Those were the only words she spoke, and said nothing further until the end of the trip.
"Ahhh. So nice to see you, my uncouth guests," greeted Robert sarcastically as they filed off the plane at his estate. Behind him stood the rest of the Majestics: Enrique, Oliver, and Johnny. They didn't seem enthusiastic about training for the next six days with such...commoners. But they all abandoned the snoody manner when their eyes were lain upon Hilary, whom they hadn't met.
"And who is this gorgeous, angelic young lady?" asked Enrique charmingly as he rushed over to her to kiss her hand. She blushed slightly. Tyson steamed quietly, trying to hide his jealousy, but this was noticed by Oliver. Kai said nothing, and his face was unreadable.
"Oh, this is Hilary," Kenny introduced her. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot that you didn't know about her. I hope you'll accept her along with us." He was a tad frightened that they had failed to take into account that Hilary was there and would need a room to herself.
"It's no trouble at all," smiled Robert, who was beginning to have eyes for the girl himself. "There's plenty of room for her."
"And if there wasn't, she could always sleep in my room," Enrique raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Hilary. Her blush deepened.
"Enrique, do keep your perverted thoughts to yourself," Oliver cautioned. "There is no need to present the image of a sex-obssessed -"
"What'dya mean 'sex-obssessed?!'" Enrique was clearly insulted. "I'm not obsessed with sex," he muttered. To Hilary, he said, "Ignore the Frenchman over there. He seems to be under the impression that I'm dirty."
"You can be," Johnny pointed out, earning himself a warning betta-watch-ya-back-loser glare from Enrique. Robert prevented further embarassment of his teammates by proposing they go inside and unpack; an idea that was highly accepted and they all grabbed their stuff and ran (as best they could) inside.
Once they had settled in, they all rejoined the Majestics in the quest hall, where Robert explained the rules and the scenario.
"The final battle has been arranged by this Justin. As he told you, it will take place in one week, well, in a few hours, six days. That means you have five to train, and Mr. Dickenson has seen to it that you have the best sparring partners."
"Us," Enrique cleared up.
"Yes," Robert continued. "And there are rules to be followed while you are in the training rooms and under my hospitality. In other words, at all times."
"Oh, man," Tyson complained, and Kai glared at him threateningly.
Robert ignored this, "Under no circumstances is Tyson to be allowed in the kitchen. Max, do try to stay away from it as well. Training will begin at 5 a.m. daily and will not end until either Kai or I feel it is appropriate. Curfews are at 1 in the morning, since often we will be training ceaselessly until midnight (Tyson: WHAT?!). Absolutely no males in the female dorm," he turned to Enrique, who put on his most innocent face. "Hilary," he grinned, then changing dramatically back to the scowl he had addressed the others with, "And Kenny, if there is no objection. There is a library, an education wing, a computer room, a swimming pool, a gym...pretty much everything you'll need to chase away boredom (Tyson: Lucky.). That is all." Everyone rose to hit the sack.
"Oh," he added and everyone froze. "Showers are in your rooms, as are bathrooms and snacks, so anyone found in the halls (he glared at Tyson and Enrique) will be punished to the extremety. You don't want to find out what it will be. Don't worry about meals. And goodnight."
And so training...begins...
Kohari: What'dya think? Did I get the personalities pretty much right? Any predictions? And don't forget to read "Men Don't Change" and "Jokes, Cliches, and Metaphors". Next on JCM: Tyson and Kayko's blind date! Maybe. IF you review.