In Love and Trust
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Author's Notes
Um, I'm back!!!........... Looks around at angry readers... What? I didn't mean to, but, um, let's just say that my parents got a good look at my report card........Oh, but hey, I had time to think about what's going on in the story! Yes, I think that is good news, well, for my writing plans, that is. Anyways, I know, it's been this long, and if I only knew that I was going to have this dilemma, then I would have added four chapters or something. I'm also not in a very good shape right now, considering that I have to double load myself in my work now.
I do hope you forgive my lateness, for it had been like a month, and I do know how it feels to be kept waiting. Sorry for interrupting. Please read on.
Disclaimer: I, Candide Avedo do not own anything that has to do with Beyblade.
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Reunited
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"James."
"Yes, what is it, Vince? I am busy putting up plans for our next course of action, so you'd better hurry up."
"O-okay, sire, just to let you know the Code Red that we had been talking about?"
"............................I........do........."
"Well, he's, um, getting closer to target two."
"Really, now?"
"Yes, sir, really."
"Papa, where are you taking us?"
"Just stay quiet, and you'll see."
Young Queen turned to her brother, who had been staring fixatedly at the limo's tainted back windows. Eversince that night where their father mercilessly destroyed the only person who truly cared about them, the now family of three had been distant. Once the twins saw their mother collapse to the ground, it was like it had been imprinted in their minds forever. Their father, who had just stood there, impassive, watching his deceased wife, and, after a few moments, placed the gun that he still had in his posession into his wife's cold hands. The two watched as their father then brushed himself off, and then with a small spark of panic as he headed to the large maple desk where the twins were hiding behind in. ( A.N. I don't think that made sense, but please bear with me. ) From there he grabbed a pad of paper, and a pen. Queen flinched as their father dropped the pen, landing a few feet from her. King wrapped an arm around his sister, as he picked it up, and began to write.
The note seemed short, and once the familiar scratching of the pen had ended, he folded it, and placed it on the table. Eric then crossed the room to the doors, and closing it quetly.
Immediately, the twins, got out from their hiding places to kneel next to their mothers' lifeless body.
She couldn't be dead. She just COULDN'T. Her mother would never do this to her, not ever.
"M-momma?" Queen stretched out a shaky hand on her mothers' pale face. The one that was once full of laughter an remains of youth were now replaced with a manequin look. She traced her others cheeks with a small finger, eyes fogging up. "Momma, please wake up. I know you can hear me, mama. King, why won't she wake?"
King, who had remained motionless now turned to his sister. "That's because she won't, Queen...You see, mama's-"
"NO! She's not dead!" said Queen angrily, shaking her head frantically. "Momma's just playing a trick, she'll wake, and then she'll take us to the beach and see the sunset again, just like she....promised......" Queen couldn't finish her sentence, for she knew what the truth already was, and she also knew that she had been in denial for the inevitable. Instead of shouting again, she just hung her head, saying incoherent words under her breath.
"Come on, Queen, father might be coming back, and we should head back to our rooms." King gave a gently prised off his sister's hands from their mother, and helped her up, and began leading her to the doors. But before he could get past three steps, Queen broke away from his grasp, and threw her hands around her mothers neck, sobbing softly on her shoulder.
"Momma, please, come back... Please, come back...You promised, momma, that we'll always be together, remember?" She sniffed.
King watched Queen, he himself fighting the urge to react the same way. He knelt down, stroking his sisters' back.
"..........I........I........" that was all that she could say.
"Queen, we have to go, now." said King urgently, and Queen co-operated this time. It was hard to part with their mother, especially when they had learned almost everything from her. Death was also taught to them, and she once explained to them how everyone had their own time, and it was all just the way it goes. No one had control of what would happen the next day, so they shold always enjoy what the day had to offer. But to them, all of it did not matter. She was gone, and there was nothing any of them could do. They could only watch as their father gave that fatal shot, cutting their mothers' life short.
In silence they made their way back to their rooms.
"Queen?"
"Yes, King?"
"Are you okay?"
"No, not really, you?"
"No, not at all okay. Hey, Queen, I think we should keep this between the two of us, okay?"
"Why?"
"Because I don't know what father would do if he found out that we knew what he did."
Queen turned her head from the window on her side of the limo, trying to break the memories that happened a week ago. The funeral had been a quiet one, though many people sent large quantities of flowers for her passing. King and Queen had kept their mouths shut about what had happened, and just settled for the question of where their mother was. If they hadn't known the truth, then the two would have believed their father's suicide story, although almost everyone who knew their mother was in awe as to why the young and carefree mother of two would do such a thing. The lie had made the twins disappointed at their father, and how easily he made up that story, re-telling it many times without feeling, or looking like he had guilt. Both of them never understood why their father had hated their mother, but all they knew now was that they were headed for some unknown place.
The limo ride was uneventful, in constant silence. In a few hour's time, they had arrived, and the twins got out.
"King, Queen, this is where I leave you two." said their father, tonelessly. "Ring the bell and your grandmother will be there. I will just be unpacking the suitcases."
King and Queen went up to the steps of a grand mansion, almost as big as their own home, with many vines wrapping around the massive building. It had large double doors, with frosted windows.
"Queen, I think you should ring the bell." said King, pointing to a small button near the mailbox.
"Okay, here it goes-"
A sound of a starting car grabbed their attention.
King and Queen turned around, only to see their father climb into the back seat of the limo.
"Father, whats going on?!"called King, but his father failed to hear him.
"Father, wait! WAIIIIIIT!!!!!!" The limo began to leave, and the two ran for the car, and unfortunately, it pulled away, turning around the bend.
"WWWWWWWAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Queen bolted up from her bed, her head spinning like a top that had just been spun.
Again. The dreams were back. Well, they weren't exactly dreams, they were all memories.
She then blinked twice. Wasn't she riding in Hiwatari's car a few moments ago? Obviously, she was not in a car anymore. How did she get back, anyway? She could have sworn that none of them would hesitate to leave her in one spot. Then again, they did say that they were in a truce, and it was something that she would never expect. Unconsciously, Queen wiped her eyes with a hand.
"So you've dreamed again."
Queen recognized that voice, and she felt glad to hear it. She took a look across the room, where his bed was, with Kai propped up on his elbows, and yawning.
"Oh, yeah, I guess...." it felt awkward to her that her enemy had seen her in many bad conditions, and this was no different. She looked out the window, taking in the wonderful distant feeling.
"Queen, now do you want to talk?" asked Kai, though he already knew the answer to that question. No.
Meanwhile, the person in question didn't know whether to agree, or not. They did truce, after all. Besides, how long can she keep this up until she goes mad with sleepless nights?
"If you want to talk, do it soon, cause just in case you've never noticed, it's still dark." said Kai, turning on the bed.
Queen yawned, silently agreeing. But another thought occurred to her. What if she can't sleep? With extreme annoyance and mumbling, she got up, and crossed the room, to poke the sleeping lump on the back.
"Yes? " asked Kai, opening one eye.
She wrung her hands, feeling foolish for asking such a favour.
"Um, Kai, I can't sleep, and I was wondering if-"
"Hn." was all that she got for a reply.
"Hiwatari, I prefer a straight answer." she grumbled.
The figure turned to her, his blue hair slightly covering his face. "I don't agree, but if it stops you from having those dreams and letting the both of us sleep, then sure, why not. Just don't get all happy and gushy with me."
Queen narrowed her eyes. "Boy, are you grumpy when someone wakes you." she poked him in the back again.
"What now?!" Kai snapped.
"Shesh, just shove, will ya?"
Twittering birds.
'Argh, just let me sleep.'
Kai rose out of bed, glaring at the open window. The sun was shining, the birds were definitely singing, and there was a smell of bacon and sausages in the house. Wait, Bacon and sausages? He put on some slippers, and opened the bedroom door as the others too, were getting out of their rooms to investigate the smell. Well, Tyson was the most eager one.
"Oh, hey, morning, Kai. Did the smell of food wake you up too?" Tyson asked, already fully dressed.
"No, the singing birds did." answered Kai, as they made their way to the kitchen.
"You know, I was thinking that the house might be on fire, but then I thought, why would it smell like food?" said Kenny, in his light blue pjs.
"You're not serious, are you, Kenny?" said Ray, tying his hair.
"Whatever Kenny says is okay with me, I'm just hungry." grinned Max. "I just hope they remembered pancakes!"
"Hey, you don't think that Grandpa came home early, did you?" asked Tyson, as they neard the kitchen. They glanced inside.
"Morning." said Queen, holding a frying pan with some eggs that were sunny-side-up. "Do you guys have a problem with sunny-side- up eggs?"
The group stared at her blankly.
"Hello?"
"Oh yeah, not a problem, we just didn't expect you to be here, Queen." said Kenny, looking at the table, where bacon, sausages, pancakes, and eggs were stationed. "Wow, did you do all these?"
"Yeah, I did, it wasn't that too hard to make." said Queen, flipping an egg. "I used to take lessons."
"So when do we dig in?" asked Max excitedly.
"Calm down, I just have to finish this last batch of eggs, then we can eat." Queen answered.
"Um, anyone? What's the time?" asked Tyson.
"Ten thirty, why?" asked Ray curiously.
Tyson looked surprised at the sudden question. "Because," he said, blushing a little. "I just want to go visit Hilary, I just figured it must be boring staying at the hospital all day, with no one but the nurses to talk to."
"Ohhhh, I get it." grinned Ray. "Yeah, I think we should all go."
"Okay, everyone! Time to dig in!" called Queen, and she placed the plate on the table.
"Oh, yeah!" said, Max, pushing Kenny out of the way eagerly.
The group watched as Max tackled a pancake, and began devouring a sausage.
"Well, come on, what are you waiting for?"
The others gave a disbelieving look, and headed for their seats.
"So, Queen, sleep well last night?" asked Tyson, flopping a pancake on his plate. "You fell asleep, and then Kai volunteered to bring you back inside." he stole a glance at Kai who seemed determined not to pay attention.
Queen also stole a glance at the boy. 'So that's who brought me back from last night, I guess I should have known...I still don't get it. One minute he's being a jerk to me, and the next he's taking me to bed....(--) Whoa, that sounded wrong. That was certainly uncalled for-' Queen's thoughts were broken by the sound of Kenny's voice.
"Hey, what's going on outside? What's with all the commotion?!"
Queen's thoughts came back to earth, and it was true, there were shouting outside of the dojo.
"Come on you guys, maybe someone needs our help." suggested Ray, putting down his fork. "Anyone wants to come?"
"I'm in." said Tyson, who also dropped his fork. "Who knows if its those creepy dudes again." he jumped up to his feet, heading for the door.
Max strained to listen to the shouting outside, scrunching his nose in concentration. "Um, Tyson, is is just me, or did it sound like Mrs. Wong?"
Tyson froze, his hand just at the doorknob. "M-M-Mrs.Wong? Y-you're not serious, are you, Max?"
"Of course I am, but what's wrong with Mrs. Wong? She seems like a nice old lady, you told us that yourself."
"You don't know her, Max. Eversince that time her cat died, she's set in thinking that I murdered it! Not matter how many times I said that Mr. Collins ran over her cat, she still gives me that evil look whenever I pass her house-NO. There is no way I am going near that old witch. The kid from our school also said that she does voodoo."
"Aw, come on, Tyson, if she was in real trouble, wouldn't you still help her?" asked Ray, dashing out the door.
"Hurry up, Tyson, those creeps might be up to something again." called Kai, following the others out the door.
All of them went outside, looking down the road to the left of the dojo. There, they heard snatches of-
"Ack! You disgusting little creature! Get away! I said, GET AWAY!"
The group raised their speed, wondering (Except for Tyson) on why a person would even attack a defenseless old woman. They turned a corner, and stopped abruptly. There, was an old woman, with wired gray hair, with so many wrinkles that you'd be wondering how she could even see. She was wearing clothes from what looked like the thirties. In her right hand there seemed to be a broom with a wooden handle. What was more weird, however, was that there was noone attacking her. Instead, she seemed that she was whacking a figure with the broom, who was sprawled on the ground, their black hair all tangled and messed up.
"Mrs. Wong, are you alright there?" asked Tyson cautiously, as the others egged him on.
The old woman's cat-like eyes turned on him, and she gave a shriek. "Ack! It's you! Murderer! Stay away!"
"Could you tell me what happened here?" Kai said, and the old woman's eyes turned to him, giving Kai a calculating look before answering.
"This boy here came up to my door, and collapsed at my feet. I assume that he was possessed by a devil, and I was merely trying to put it to rest. The others exchanged looks of confusion, while Tyson gave the 'I told you so' look.
The 'possessed' figure on the ground gave a moan. All stared at it, while to old woman raised her broom threateningly. The figure on the ground raised his head to look at the crowd that was looking at him, and all of the others gasped.
"KING!" cried Queen, running to the figure, who gave a forced smirk. She turned to the old woman, who looked offended. "What are you doing, this is my brother!"
"Well, I'm sorry, my dear, but you have a misfortune to be related to one like him." she raised her broom again, and this time Tyson stepped in.
"Um, say, Mrs. Wong, remember that cat of yours?" he said, emphasizing on the 'cat'.
"Oh, you monster!" she cried, taking her broom without another word, and dashed off into an opening in a fence of bushes. "I will make sure that my dear old cat will be avenged."
"Wow, that was one weird old woman." said Kenny blankly, looking at the fence with apprehension. "I'm glad that my grandma lives far enough for us to see her once a year."
"Hey, Queen, how's King?" asked Tyson cautiously, looking at the two figures, Queen holding her brother'd head in her lap. King looked terrible, his black hair soppy, his usual attire ripped and frazzled, and there were also some small cuts all over his body. On his face was also a black-eye, and a badly bitten lip.
"I'm still good." King said in a wavery voice, and he managed to lift his head a little bit to look at them.
"Shh, brother, you should rest." whispered Queen, biting her lip. "What happened, anyway?"
Kai felt awkward, and the others looked at King with interest. King however, stayed quiet.
"Later, sister, I'm just glad that you're fine."
Queen looked as though she was going to ask why, but thought better of it. His rest was more important, of course, and now that they were the King and Queen team again, noone could get in their way, not even those people who are after and her friends.
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C.A.: I'm soo sorry again, I know it wasn't my best, ( I must be really out of it today) seeing as I haven't typed for a while, but it was one thing and then another, and then now my mom is gone for ten days, for grandpa's funeral, and it's just me, my dad and my brother, and since my dad works from 4:30P.M. to 11:00P.M. But hey, I think I will be finishing this at around summer break! I also noticed that on the word count, that it had less wiods than what I would usually have. Sad
Hey, thanks to all reviewers, and Darkside, for showing your patience!I am seriously straining. I love you all, and thank you for the reviews that I have been getting. I am going to re-read them again, and try to improve on where it is required.
Cheers, Cnadide Avedo