Breaking a Promise (Redo)
Chapter 8
Kohari: Sorry, it's taking a long time, I know (is it or no? Can't keep track of time very well), but I finally have the new chapter in. This is dedicated to...hmm...who should it be dedicated to? I choose Hutchy, who has reviewed the most chapters of this fic. And Chibi-Kari (did I spell that right?), who has reviewed...2? I think. Don't remember. Anyway, thank you both for the support! Hope you enjoy this chapter, which, like I said, is dedicated to you! Oh, as always, I do NOT own Beyblade. Or...Justin. It's just a name. A common name. Anyway, you get the point, and I'll shut up now.
Begin! Chapter 8 (I restated that!)
The stadium was completely empty. It wasn't a public, or even an announced tournament so the halls were totally devoid of bey-crazed fans. Tyson was a little disappointed, but his goofy smile returned when he reasoned to himself that at least Justin wouldn't be too badly humiliated when Tyson beat the snot out of him. As for his victory being displayed world-wide, there was always the newspapers (and the internet). Tyson started laughing his silly signature laugh as he led the way to their old dressing room, leaving the others to shrug at each other in confusion as to why their teammate appeared to have gone mental.
Hilary left the boys to go into the dressing room on their own; after all, Tyson's head was so swelled that he simply had to have a different "uniform" for every event of the day. Besides, there was some business she needed to attend to. She could hear Tyson's complaints even through a closed door adn down a long hallway. "Turn around! You're looking at me, you gay, perverted freak!" and such ruined the eerie silence of the stadium.
On the other side of the building, she approached the opponent's dressing room. Justin's. The name sent a slight shiver up her spine as she remembered all he had put her through, and as she wondered what he wanted now. She pulled off her backpack and reached inside, touching her beyblade for comfort (not knowing the bit chip was beginning to glow) and confidence before knocking on the door that could alter her future.
"Come in...Hilary," came the invite of the boy whom she now say as somewhat of an arch-enemy, the sound of his voice making her want to re-think what she was doing. But she couldn't back out now. She had to know what he was up to. She had to know. Reluctantly, she placed her hand on the doorknob and flicked her wrist. Upon hearing the click, she slowly pressed her weight against the door and went inside. For some reason, the sight of seeing the one who had destroyed her sitting on the bench in the center of the room made her want to turn tail and run, even though his back was to her. But no! She was no coward and would not flee desperately from that which scared her.
What could her possibly do to her anyway? Trash her blade. And...she froze thinking of all the horrid things a male could do to the opposite gender, and she was alone. But Justin wasn't like that and at that reassurance and her confidence renewed, she stepped boldly closer to him until she was to the right of the bench, within arm's reach of him.
"I knew you'd come," he sneered, and even underneath the hood of his cape, she could see his sparkling white teeth that had helped make him popular, and could imagine fangs blending in with them.
He got up and pulled her closer, gazing directly into her eyes. His hood fell, landing softly behind his neck. Just as handsome as ever. "Eyes," he whispered.
"What?" She tried to pull away, but his grip on her was too tight for her to break.
"Eyes," he repeated. "The one place you can't hide emotion. You can't hide what your true feelings are. They will always be reflected in those dazzling orbs of yours." He let go of her and began to dig into his locker.
"Why beyblading?" Hilary demanded, startling her antagonist. "Why me?" He turned to her, but didn't alter his position any other way.
"That was the way we settled things back in the day, was it not?" This was true. "I hear you've given it up." He tossed his cloak into the confines of the metal box, revealing that he was dressed in jeans and a rusty red T-shirt. "Is it because you're afraid of me? Of the memories?" He closed the locker and leaned his shoulder against it, obviously interested in hearing her excuse. "Is that why you ran?"
"There's nothing to fear of you," she stated, but she backed away as he stepped closer.
"Really?" One step closer. "Are you sure that's what you honestly feel?" Anothre step. "I think you're lying."
"There is nothing to fear of you," she repeated in a firmer tone, this time standing her ground. He stopped where he was, seeing his tactic had failed. He succeeded into pulling her into a kiss, but it lacked the passion that he had desired from her.
"I see you've killed all of what you once felt for me," he observed.
"After what you put me through, I would've killed those feelings a thousand times over if it had gotten rid of you." He smiled.
"Things'll be different this time, I promise you, Hilary." What was he talking about? "You shall be the prize for this tournament, and when I win you," his eyes gained a strange, evil glint to them as he spoke his next words, "you will revive that which has died between us." He walked past her to leave. It was time for the tournament, and Hilary could hear the cries of her teammates, wondering where she could've gone and calling out to her. He took one last look at her. "You will love me," he told her, and departed.
Hilary was now reunited with her teammates and they were making last minute preparations for the battle. Nobody knew what was at stake. Only she. And she must be the one to defeat him.
Meanwhile, inside his entrance hall to the stadium, Justin leaned his head on his arm against the wall. "Melani," he whispered. "You blinded me." He looked as if he could cry. "You showed me how cruel I was, played my own game against me. I'm sorry, Hilary. You can never know how badly she hurt me." His breathing quickened. "I'm gonna change, I swear it." He shook his head. "But I have to break your bonds with those losers first." And with that vow in mind, he entered the stadium and readied his launcher.
As always, there was a "dugout" for the teams to wait their turns in, and this is where the BladeBreakers gathered. Justin was waiting for them, and they were trying to decide who would go first. Hilary remained silent.
"I'll go first!" Tyson declared, in that serious voice he gets when he realizes it's war.
"No, Tyson," Kai objected. "I have a score to settle with this guy." He wasn't arguing with Tyson. It was just that he had to show this Justin that no one defeated Kai without paying dearly for it.
"I want a crack at him!" Max said, almost whining for first turn, possibly only turn. This guy looked like a pushover without his cape.
While this went on, Hilary just watched Justin, trying to figure out why this was happening. What had she done to deserve this? And if they all lost, who would protect her from...him.
Hilary stood and loaded Archangel into her launcher, silencing the others. They just looked on as she stepped up to the dish. They knew that she, too, had an axe to grind with this guy.
She and Justin aimed their blades at the center, eyeing each other with the hatred and rivalry all opponents have. The counted off together and at "LET IT RIP!" they went at it.
Justin began his little trash talk the moment Storm Rat hit the bowl. "So what's inspiring you, my lady?" he sneered.
"What are you talking about?!" Hilary practically screamed at him, not taking her attention from Archangel and Storm Rat for a second.
"Is it your love for the champion Tyson? Or for the gangster wanna-be Kai?" He knew he was getting under her skin, but he also knew that this was the very indecision going on inside her heart.
"I don't know what you mean!" However, her voice said otherwise. Although the BladeBreakers couldn't hear the conversation from their spot, but she was overcome with panic. 'Don't let it get to you. Don't let it get to you,' she kept telling herself. 'Remain calm.'
"It doesn't matter," he brushed it off. "Because when you lose, the ultimate trophy will be mine, and you won't have to waste your heart on them any longer." For some reason, this comment really ticked her off.
"I won't let that happen!" She yelled, and with that sudden burst of energy, Archangel rose out of her blade, Storm Rat following soon after. Both beyblades were now spinning who knew how many rpm.
The battle was like the one with Kai, only more intense. Justin knew to get serious with her, and he was giving this fight everything he had. In the end, it was a tie. All but the two in the ring gasped at the outcome. It was too unexpected.
"Why do you want me back, Justin?" Hilary asked him as he stopped down to pick up Storm Rat, making sure her team couldn't hear her.
"Let's just say Melani couldn't cut it," Justin responded, standing back up. 'I would never let anyone hurt you, now that I know the truth,' he said in his mind.
"Then I can't either," Hilary concluded, and pointed Archangel once again at the dish, this time with new fervor. Justin shook his head, doing the same with Storm Rat. "Huh?" Hilary was confused.
"I realized how stupid I was," he said simply and began to count down. Again the fight began, and the blades went at each other at full power.
Archangel and Storm Rat circled the dish, each estimating the power of the opponent. When they had decided it was time for them to strike, they sped toward the center, locking into a heated battle. Their masters wasted no more time.
"Archangel!"
"Storm Rat!"
The creatures summoned once again rose to the call and began to fight. Storm Rat tried to rip Archangel apart with its hideous jaws, while Archangel kept its distance and fired heavenly arrows at the monster. Both beasts appeared evenly matched. But Hilary had one more trick up her sleeve.
"Metamorphasis!" she commanded, and Archangel obeyed. White light blinded all who looked as the angelic archer transformed into a white fox (sorry if I stole someone's idea), nine tails spreading as it prepared to attack.
"Pyrostorm!" Hilary directed.
"Blackout!"
As the two attacked at the same moment, all lights in the stadium burst at the sheer power of Storm Rat's lightning and the bowl was lit with the flames of Archangel.
Then, it went black. Kenny whipped out a flashlight and directed the beam at the dish. Archangel was still spinning, and rapidly, while Justin's pale face stared at Storm Rat, badly damaged and bit chip missing, outside the bowl.
"She won," Kenny announced to himself, stunned. The others were also astonished, but the instinct to celebrate overcame that. Even Kai had stood and was smiling. Though, mind you, it was a small one.
"Yeah!" Max shouted, pumping his arm into the air with pure excitement.
"YES! She did it!" Tyson screamed, running over to Hilary and giving her a victory hug.
"I can't believe it. She actually pulled it off," Ray mused, remaining in front of the bench. Kai said nothing.
Nobody noticed in all the ruckus that Justin had picked up what was left of Storm Rat and was taking his leave. He smiled as he looked back at the happy team. "I see," he said to himself. "So you made your choice, huh? I guess I wasn't made for you after all." He turned and walked away. "You'll be more happy with them, anyway. Take care of her...BladeBreakers."
Hilary saw Justin's last step as he disappeared and her grin dropped just for a second. She had been fighting for her past, her future, and her team. That was enough to overcome anything. True, she didn't know whether or not she could choose between Tyson and Kai, but that was another day. She had plenty of time, and more memories than she could count. And she cherished every one of them.
Kohari: OHMIGOSH! It's the end. Sorry the whole thing was a little too short. At least, I think so. If you want a sequel, let me know. Thank you all for your support (if you reviewed any of it)! You're the best! Bye!
Chapter 8
Kohari: Sorry, it's taking a long time, I know (is it or no? Can't keep track of time very well), but I finally have the new chapter in. This is dedicated to...hmm...who should it be dedicated to? I choose Hutchy, who has reviewed the most chapters of this fic. And Chibi-Kari (did I spell that right?), who has reviewed...2? I think. Don't remember. Anyway, thank you both for the support! Hope you enjoy this chapter, which, like I said, is dedicated to you! Oh, as always, I do NOT own Beyblade. Or...Justin. It's just a name. A common name. Anyway, you get the point, and I'll shut up now.
Begin! Chapter 8 (I restated that!)
The stadium was completely empty. It wasn't a public, or even an announced tournament so the halls were totally devoid of bey-crazed fans. Tyson was a little disappointed, but his goofy smile returned when he reasoned to himself that at least Justin wouldn't be too badly humiliated when Tyson beat the snot out of him. As for his victory being displayed world-wide, there was always the newspapers (and the internet). Tyson started laughing his silly signature laugh as he led the way to their old dressing room, leaving the others to shrug at each other in confusion as to why their teammate appeared to have gone mental.
Hilary left the boys to go into the dressing room on their own; after all, Tyson's head was so swelled that he simply had to have a different "uniform" for every event of the day. Besides, there was some business she needed to attend to. She could hear Tyson's complaints even through a closed door adn down a long hallway. "Turn around! You're looking at me, you gay, perverted freak!" and such ruined the eerie silence of the stadium.
On the other side of the building, she approached the opponent's dressing room. Justin's. The name sent a slight shiver up her spine as she remembered all he had put her through, and as she wondered what he wanted now. She pulled off her backpack and reached inside, touching her beyblade for comfort (not knowing the bit chip was beginning to glow) and confidence before knocking on the door that could alter her future.
"Come in...Hilary," came the invite of the boy whom she now say as somewhat of an arch-enemy, the sound of his voice making her want to re-think what she was doing. But she couldn't back out now. She had to know what he was up to. She had to know. Reluctantly, she placed her hand on the doorknob and flicked her wrist. Upon hearing the click, she slowly pressed her weight against the door and went inside. For some reason, the sight of seeing the one who had destroyed her sitting on the bench in the center of the room made her want to turn tail and run, even though his back was to her. But no! She was no coward and would not flee desperately from that which scared her.
What could her possibly do to her anyway? Trash her blade. And...she froze thinking of all the horrid things a male could do to the opposite gender, and she was alone. But Justin wasn't like that and at that reassurance and her confidence renewed, she stepped boldly closer to him until she was to the right of the bench, within arm's reach of him.
"I knew you'd come," he sneered, and even underneath the hood of his cape, she could see his sparkling white teeth that had helped make him popular, and could imagine fangs blending in with them.
He got up and pulled her closer, gazing directly into her eyes. His hood fell, landing softly behind his neck. Just as handsome as ever. "Eyes," he whispered.
"What?" She tried to pull away, but his grip on her was too tight for her to break.
"Eyes," he repeated. "The one place you can't hide emotion. You can't hide what your true feelings are. They will always be reflected in those dazzling orbs of yours." He let go of her and began to dig into his locker.
"Why beyblading?" Hilary demanded, startling her antagonist. "Why me?" He turned to her, but didn't alter his position any other way.
"That was the way we settled things back in the day, was it not?" This was true. "I hear you've given it up." He tossed his cloak into the confines of the metal box, revealing that he was dressed in jeans and a rusty red T-shirt. "Is it because you're afraid of me? Of the memories?" He closed the locker and leaned his shoulder against it, obviously interested in hearing her excuse. "Is that why you ran?"
"There's nothing to fear of you," she stated, but she backed away as he stepped closer.
"Really?" One step closer. "Are you sure that's what you honestly feel?" Anothre step. "I think you're lying."
"There is nothing to fear of you," she repeated in a firmer tone, this time standing her ground. He stopped where he was, seeing his tactic had failed. He succeeded into pulling her into a kiss, but it lacked the passion that he had desired from her.
"I see you've killed all of what you once felt for me," he observed.
"After what you put me through, I would've killed those feelings a thousand times over if it had gotten rid of you." He smiled.
"Things'll be different this time, I promise you, Hilary." What was he talking about? "You shall be the prize for this tournament, and when I win you," his eyes gained a strange, evil glint to them as he spoke his next words, "you will revive that which has died between us." He walked past her to leave. It was time for the tournament, and Hilary could hear the cries of her teammates, wondering where she could've gone and calling out to her. He took one last look at her. "You will love me," he told her, and departed.
Hilary was now reunited with her teammates and they were making last minute preparations for the battle. Nobody knew what was at stake. Only she. And she must be the one to defeat him.
Meanwhile, inside his entrance hall to the stadium, Justin leaned his head on his arm against the wall. "Melani," he whispered. "You blinded me." He looked as if he could cry. "You showed me how cruel I was, played my own game against me. I'm sorry, Hilary. You can never know how badly she hurt me." His breathing quickened. "I'm gonna change, I swear it." He shook his head. "But I have to break your bonds with those losers first." And with that vow in mind, he entered the stadium and readied his launcher.
As always, there was a "dugout" for the teams to wait their turns in, and this is where the BladeBreakers gathered. Justin was waiting for them, and they were trying to decide who would go first. Hilary remained silent.
"I'll go first!" Tyson declared, in that serious voice he gets when he realizes it's war.
"No, Tyson," Kai objected. "I have a score to settle with this guy." He wasn't arguing with Tyson. It was just that he had to show this Justin that no one defeated Kai without paying dearly for it.
"I want a crack at him!" Max said, almost whining for first turn, possibly only turn. This guy looked like a pushover without his cape.
While this went on, Hilary just watched Justin, trying to figure out why this was happening. What had she done to deserve this? And if they all lost, who would protect her from...him.
Hilary stood and loaded Archangel into her launcher, silencing the others. They just looked on as she stepped up to the dish. They knew that she, too, had an axe to grind with this guy.
She and Justin aimed their blades at the center, eyeing each other with the hatred and rivalry all opponents have. The counted off together and at "LET IT RIP!" they went at it.
Justin began his little trash talk the moment Storm Rat hit the bowl. "So what's inspiring you, my lady?" he sneered.
"What are you talking about?!" Hilary practically screamed at him, not taking her attention from Archangel and Storm Rat for a second.
"Is it your love for the champion Tyson? Or for the gangster wanna-be Kai?" He knew he was getting under her skin, but he also knew that this was the very indecision going on inside her heart.
"I don't know what you mean!" However, her voice said otherwise. Although the BladeBreakers couldn't hear the conversation from their spot, but she was overcome with panic. 'Don't let it get to you. Don't let it get to you,' she kept telling herself. 'Remain calm.'
"It doesn't matter," he brushed it off. "Because when you lose, the ultimate trophy will be mine, and you won't have to waste your heart on them any longer." For some reason, this comment really ticked her off.
"I won't let that happen!" She yelled, and with that sudden burst of energy, Archangel rose out of her blade, Storm Rat following soon after. Both beyblades were now spinning who knew how many rpm.
The battle was like the one with Kai, only more intense. Justin knew to get serious with her, and he was giving this fight everything he had. In the end, it was a tie. All but the two in the ring gasped at the outcome. It was too unexpected.
"Why do you want me back, Justin?" Hilary asked him as he stopped down to pick up Storm Rat, making sure her team couldn't hear her.
"Let's just say Melani couldn't cut it," Justin responded, standing back up. 'I would never let anyone hurt you, now that I know the truth,' he said in his mind.
"Then I can't either," Hilary concluded, and pointed Archangel once again at the dish, this time with new fervor. Justin shook his head, doing the same with Storm Rat. "Huh?" Hilary was confused.
"I realized how stupid I was," he said simply and began to count down. Again the fight began, and the blades went at each other at full power.
Archangel and Storm Rat circled the dish, each estimating the power of the opponent. When they had decided it was time for them to strike, they sped toward the center, locking into a heated battle. Their masters wasted no more time.
"Archangel!"
"Storm Rat!"
The creatures summoned once again rose to the call and began to fight. Storm Rat tried to rip Archangel apart with its hideous jaws, while Archangel kept its distance and fired heavenly arrows at the monster. Both beasts appeared evenly matched. But Hilary had one more trick up her sleeve.
"Metamorphasis!" she commanded, and Archangel obeyed. White light blinded all who looked as the angelic archer transformed into a white fox (sorry if I stole someone's idea), nine tails spreading as it prepared to attack.
"Pyrostorm!" Hilary directed.
"Blackout!"
As the two attacked at the same moment, all lights in the stadium burst at the sheer power of Storm Rat's lightning and the bowl was lit with the flames of Archangel.
Then, it went black. Kenny whipped out a flashlight and directed the beam at the dish. Archangel was still spinning, and rapidly, while Justin's pale face stared at Storm Rat, badly damaged and bit chip missing, outside the bowl.
"She won," Kenny announced to himself, stunned. The others were also astonished, but the instinct to celebrate overcame that. Even Kai had stood and was smiling. Though, mind you, it was a small one.
"Yeah!" Max shouted, pumping his arm into the air with pure excitement.
"YES! She did it!" Tyson screamed, running over to Hilary and giving her a victory hug.
"I can't believe it. She actually pulled it off," Ray mused, remaining in front of the bench. Kai said nothing.
Nobody noticed in all the ruckus that Justin had picked up what was left of Storm Rat and was taking his leave. He smiled as he looked back at the happy team. "I see," he said to himself. "So you made your choice, huh? I guess I wasn't made for you after all." He turned and walked away. "You'll be more happy with them, anyway. Take care of her...BladeBreakers."
Hilary saw Justin's last step as he disappeared and her grin dropped just for a second. She had been fighting for her past, her future, and her team. That was enough to overcome anything. True, she didn't know whether or not she could choose between Tyson and Kai, but that was another day. She had plenty of time, and more memories than she could count. And she cherished every one of them.
Kohari: OHMIGOSH! It's the end. Sorry the whole thing was a little too short. At least, I think so. If you want a sequel, let me know. Thank you all for your support (if you reviewed any of it)! You're the best! Bye!