In Love and Trust
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Author's Note: Ahem, yes, I am back, and this quick, too. First of all, I sincerely do admit- element6, that this indeed, is taking long. I do hope I could show the reason for this. I have no intention in making this really short, but I swear, that it will work out, or so I think so. I, myself in the meantime am thinking that I am making you all romatically frustrated... Really sorry about that. Okay, yes, I think I should stop blabbering, and I should get typing....
Disclaimer: I, Candide Avedo do not own anything that has to do with Beyblade.
Lastly, I whole-heartedly agree with you! I swear, I do! Those two really need to go together now... But how can they do that with King hanging around??? LOL. Maybe this chappie? I dunno, will you flame me if they don't do something soon?? Uh, no, no, forget it, uh, just kidding. Please read on!
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Dances and Preparations - Part 1
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After many explanations from Hilary, it was made certain that a ball was to be held, all in the courtesy of Mr. Dickensen, who, bless his little heart, had invited all of them for his 65th birthday. (A.N. I assumed that he was 65, but I know it's not correct.) She also made it clear that it was a formal party, and that they might as well go, seeing as the old man even took his time to invite them. Queen in the meantime, definitely expressed her deep resentment to the idea of being formal.
"I refuse to do it, Hilary, it's just another one of those parties where those rich snobs have the excuse to make themselves look more snobby, and vindictive."
Queen and Hilary shared a room while King took her spot in Kai's. It was morning, and Hilary had decided to bring forward this little information to her.
"Queen, you can't just sit here while we all go," she said imploringly. "Especially when those people are after you. You have to go, we all are, and you brother agreed also, don't you remember? Why can't you go?" Hilary paused, thinking. "Is it because it's formal?"
Queen shook her head. I wish. If only that was the problem.
Hilary tried again. "Is it because of the scars on your back that you can't wear anything like a gown?"
Thanks for reminding me, but unfortunately, you're still cold. She shook her head again.
The brown-haired girl thought once more, and a mischievous smile dawned on her face. "Is is because you can't dance?"
Queen immediately blushed, and tried to avoid her eyes.
"Oh." Hilary frowned. "Well, if you can't, why can King dance?"
"Grandmother thought it was important for him, not me."
Her friend nodded, trying to cease the smile on her face. "Well, why not learn, then?" she asked, acting casual. "If that really is only the problem, then I think you should learn, besides, you'll miss out, and you'll feel sorry once I tell you all about it. So, you want to give it a go?"
"I dunno, Hilary, who could teach me?" asked Queen, fearing the worst.
Hilary looked at her thoughtfully. "I think you should let me take care of that on my own. Just trust me, kay?"
Ya, I was worried that she'll say that. I may have only known Hilary for a really short time, but somehow I know that she is full of surprises.
"So does everybody have something to wear for the party?" asked Kenny, as they all sat around the kitchen table. "At least everyone has an idea on what to wear, right?" he sent them all a nervous glance, and Tyson raised his hand in the air, as though it was something real urgent. "Uh, go on, Tyson."
Tyson hesitated, pondering for a bit. "Hey, I have a question, Kenny, are we allowed navy blue corduroys, or black? Or, how about a yellow and blue shirt with a BBA sign on it?"
Kenny sweatdropped. "Neither, Tyson, this is a formal party, not the usual ones that we would usually have. Yes, Ray?" he acknowledged the asian.
"How about those jumpers? Lee gave me a set for Christmas last year." Ray said. "They are black, but they're blue jeans, do you think that will be okay?"
Kenny sweatdropped again. "Uh, no, I don't think so, Ray, we want to blend in with the crowd, not stand out, you have to pick something else. Max, I do hope you have something that you could wear." the blond grinned gleefully.
"I thought you'd never ask, Kenny!" Max said. "I have a green striped dress pants, a white polo top that buttons up halfway, and it comes with a matching green hat, that has some yellow feathers glued at the right side of it-"
"No, no, NO!" said Kenny exasperatedly. "You certainly don't want to look like a PIMP, Max!"
"What do you suggest we wear, then? We don't have anything else." said Tyson, shrugging.
"That's why you go and borrow a tuxedo for these occassions!" snapped Hilary. "Think of what Mr. Dickensen would say when you show up to his party looking like what you just described???"
A fews moments of silence broke out, as the group tried to capture a mental image of Tyson looking like a nerd, Ray impersonating a farmer, and Max acting like a pimp.
"He's gonna laugh, or he's not gonna wanna talk to us again." said Kai simply.
"Exactly." agreed King. "If you are planning to wear that, tell me, cause I'll remember to bring a camera then, and don't try to run away either, cause you'll be easy to find."
"That's not funny." grumbled Tyson, and Max and Ray were feeling nauseus. "Fine then, when and what time is the party?"
"The letter says that it's on two days." answered Kenny, taking out the invitation, which was in an ivory envelope, sealed with a sticker. "We have to go and get ready by then!" he looked up from the letter. "Okay. Kai, King, do you guys have something to wear for the party?"
The two boys shook their heads. Kenny sighed. "You guys are ridiculous! You don't even have anything to wear!....Uh, I think we should go shopping tomorrow."
Everyone sweatdropped.
"Well, Kenny, it looks like were not the only ones who needed to shopping after all, huh?" grinned Ray.
"Yes, I guess I'm coming with you. Now, I don't think Hilary has anything, and I strongly doubt that Queen brought anything with her, so that means everyone will have to go shopping today!" announced Kenny happily. "I'll just make a quick pitstop at home to get some money. Mom and dad left to go on vacation, and they think I am staying at Tyson's so they left me some money. We should all go downtown, and see if we can go borrow some tuxedos."
"Joy, more shopping." mumbled Queen, folding her arms again. "Hilary, what if I just give you my size and then you could just pick up something for me. I don't care what colour, I don't care of the style, I've just had it with shopping."
"It'll be fun, don't be such a kill joy." grinned Hilary. "We should leave as soon as possible, you have no idea just how many selections there are to choose from!"
Queen scowled. "That's what I was afraid of."
( Downtown )
"Everyone, split up, but don't go too far, cause you'll get lost in this crowd!" warned Kenny, who was-hard to find considering his height. "We should meet at that large fountain that looks like sushi."
"Mmmm, Kenny, that reminds me, can we have sushi?"
"NO, Tyson, you just ate!"
"Hey, what about Queen-"
King watched as his sister was being dragged away from view by a very eager Hilary.
Don't worry, King, she'll be with Hilary, and who can find her in a place like this? The crowd's so big that they won't even be able to recognize her." said Max incredulously, dragging King's arm.
"Crowd is an understatement." said Ray, trying to catch up to them. "Try a mob of angry shoppers that would risk their lives just to get those two-dollar items that they want. I mean, is it really necessary to shove?" he glared at a man who just elbowed him out of the way.
"You said so yourself, Ray, these items are on sale."
"Yeah, I know that, Kenny, but all the carnage..."
( Hilary and Queen )
"I don't understand the appeal to shopping, Hilary." whined Queen, as they headed for an expensive looking store. That said;
'Madame Marisol's Dresses and Gowns for special occasions
Custom made for all occasions, designed for your preference.'
"It's-I don't know, relieves stress?" asked Hilary to herself. "Come on, I still have that credit card that Kai lent us...Which reminds me..."
They looked around, occasionally staring at the manequins on display. Various colours from all the colours of the rainbow and more. Every now and then a small tinkle of a bell would indicate an arrival of a customer.
"Hello, ladies, may we help you?" said an elderly voice.
"Grandma!" squealed Hilary, turning to give the old woman a big hug. The old woman had white hair streaked with grey, and shining brown eyes. She stood a little haunched, and there were so many wrinkles on her face that she looked a little like a prune.
"Oh, it's you, Hilary, what brings you to this place?" she asked kindly, focussing her sight on Queen. "Is this a new friend?"
"Uh, yeah, grandma, this is a new friend, her name's Queen." smiled Hilary, stepping aside so her grandmother could take a good look at her. "We're kinda here to ask you if you could um, make us some clothes for this formal party that we're going to in two days."
Her grandmother had finished studying Queen, and crinkled her eyebrows. "A party, eh? Well, yes, I suppose I could make you girls some by that time. Tell me which colours to pick, and grab that little book on the table to see which style you girls would like."
In those few hours, both Queen and Hilary had picked the colours of their dresses, the design, and got their sizes checked. It wasn't like the last time Hilary and her went shopping. No, it was more relaxing, and well, pleasant, even. Hmm, pleasant, that was certainly one word she hadn't used in a while. But still, she couldn't help feeling jealous of Hilary, and her close relationship with her grandmother. It was as if they were like mother and daughter, except that they weren't. What made her feel worse, was that they acknowleded her as if she was Hilary's own sister. No awkward pauses, in fact, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Why is it that the poor people are always much nicer?
( Tyson and Gang )
"Tyson, try this one on, no the navy blue one, not the red!" shouted Kenny, and several people turned, as to where the commotion was. Kenny felt embarrassed, trying to blend in
"Alright, Kenny, hang on, I just wannna see what I look like in red."said Tyson, poking his head from a dressing stall.
"Are they always like this?" asked King, his face expressing his dislike for Tyson's actions. "They always seem to be so difficult."
"Yeah, well, that's what makes us a team, King." said Max, posing in front of a full length mirror, and tugging at his collar. Max's tux was black, crisp and straight, almost a perfect fit, accentuating his body. "All of us also consider each other like a family. It's kinda weird, considering well, the whole group is like a total opposite of one another."
"All of you consider your team as family when you're not even related." King said thoughtfully. "Interesting."
"Hey, how do I look, you guys?" asked Ray, coming out of the other stall. "Do I look hot, or do I look hot?" Both boys turned around, and nodded. Ray grinned, standing in front of his own dressing mirror, his tux unbuttoned, the startlingly dark burgundy matching his hair colour.
"Even Kai considers you all as family?" King continued on, trying to not sound too interested.
"I don't know if he does, but we do." answered Max.
"I probably consider you guys as my family probably even more than my own grandfather." came Kai's voice behind them. "But then again, I don't think that's saying anything, cause he was never there." Kai then cleared his throat. "Hey, Tyson, Ray, Kenny! Let'go, it's getting late, if you want, we can buy a mirror for you to stare at yourselves in 24/7!"
( Girls )
"Well, that's it, I've got all of what you girls wanted." the old woman smiled, picking up her equipment. "Take care, now."
The two girls wave good-bye, heading off to their meeting place.
"Hey, Queen, so, have you thought about who is going to teach you?" saked Hilary, nonchalantly, placing the credit card back into her purse. "Aren't you at least a bit interested?"
Queen shrugged. "Of course not, to tell you the truth, I don't really care, but I am anxious about the dancing part. I swear, I was born with two left feet."
It was much darker now, and street lamps were beggining to come out. The crowd that was there this morning had dissipated, and only the occasional passer-by would appear, turning a corner, and disappearing from sight.
"It's getting dark, we promised to meet right here, where the hell are they?" muttered Queen, plopping herself onto a bench, Hilary following suit. "Boys, they're never punctual."
"Queen, I don't like this. It's too quiet. It's like another deja vu..." Hilary whispered, nervously.
"You should listen to yourself. You're not making any sense again. It's nothing, the shops are just closed for the night, quit kidding around." Queen whispered back roughly.
"Then why are you whispering?" asked Hilary. "Does that mean you're afraid too?"
"What? Phh, no, I was trying to mock you."
Hilary stood up, facing Queen, who remained seated.
"Mocking me? It wasn't very accurate, you kno-" she failed to finish.
Queen rolled her eyes. "I know, okay, so I am a little worried, but don't hol it against me, we've been waiting for a while now, and were wasting lots of time just sitting around, and-Hilary, quit staring at me like that."
Hilary just stared straight ahead, her mouth gaping, at something over Queen's shoulder.
"What, cat got your tongue or something?"she turned around, and her eyes widened.
There, standing a few feet from them was one of them, pointing a gun at their heads.
"Hello, my merry sunshine!" he greeted, walking closer. "Alone again?"
"Yes, alone again." Queen said, standing up. "What, you going to kill me now?"
"Queen, you don't want to provoke the man." squealed Hilary, grabbing her arm.
"Hilary, he's not going to do anything, not when he knows that my father needs us. Isn't that right, Greg? You can't kill me, remember?" added Queen.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't shoot you anyways." the man grinned. "I have a message for you, from your father." he held out his hand, which had been behind his back. "He wants to make sure that both you and your brother reads this."
He threw the letter at them, landing at Queen's feet.
"What, this his death wish?" asked Queen scathingly. "You've changed, a whole lot, Greg. If I hadn't known the truth, I probably wouldnt've recognized you. I can't believe you, Greg, of all the people my father could have hired, you go and volunteer. Really, what would my mom think if she knew her own nephew wanted her children's death!"
Greg laughed. "Oh, but did you know how we got to be so poor, Queen? Did you know? Your 'saint' of a mother burned our house down when she was in labour with you two! She had to look after our house while we went to visit our father in Canada. Of course, you wouldn't remember!"he pointed his gun at her again. "I have waited a long time for a chance to revenge on our hardships, Queen, and I knew I could start by handing you and your brother to your father, and getting my share of your money!"
"You are insane." said Queen. "Mother told me one time that you lost all of your belongings because of all the debt she had gambling!"
"SHUT UP!"yelled Greg. "You filthy little liar!"
BANG!
A gunshot rang out.
Queen then felt herself slam on to the ground, and behind her, Hilary followed suit. There were random shouts, and sounds of hurried footsteps. A strong hand was pulling her up, and she turned to see.
"King?"
"Yeah?" said her brother, peering up at her face. "Are you okay?"
Queen frowned. "No, you were late."
"Hey Kai, Ray, did you guys get him?" asked Tyson, as he and Max helped Hilary up, while Kenny was laden with many bags.
"No, he was too fast." came Kai, sounding breathless. "It was like he didn't want to hit them anyway, cause he didn't fire his gun again. Too bad I didn't have my gun with me, though." he shrugged.
"He was creepy, cause he was laughing and running at the same time." added Ray, jogging back to them, who had followed Greg right around the block.
"So what was that all about?" asked Kenny, from beneath the layer of bags. "You guys were pretty loud-well he was, but we caught snatches of 'Debt and Gambling'."
"That man was no stranger." said King, narrowing his eyes.
"Course he wasn't, I mean, we've , met a couple of times-both weren't pleasant encounters, though. But still, we've met him." said Tyson thoughtfully.
"Idiot, no, what I meant was, that guy, Greg, he's our cousin." finished King.
"What, that psychopath is your cousin?!" said Max incredulously. "Sorry to say this, but your family's really getting confusing."
"You think? The only person we can trust is ourselves, and you can't blame us for saying that either."
"Yeah, that's the definition of our 'family'." said Queen.
Awkward silence.
"Um, guys? Can we have sushi?"
"Fine, Tyson, but you're paying." said Ray. "We're broke from our last dinner."
( Dojo Tyson's )
"Hey, Queen, want Ray and I to do the dishes while you guys relax? I mean, you've been doing almost everything!" volunteered Kenny, standing up after their sushi dinner. "I insist, you go on and relax." he added, as her saw the disbelief on Queen's face.
"Okay, if you insist, Kenny." agreed Queen, and turned to her brother. "Want to sit, King?" she asked, beckoning him to the couch.
Hilary and Tyson watched the two siblings disappear to the living room.
"What do you think they're going to talk about?" asked Tyson, trying to follow, but Hilary grabbed his collar.
"I think this is their own private time, Tyson. They need to talk, and we haven't given them a chance to have their own private conversations." Hilary broke off, spotting Kai leave the table. "Tyson, why don't you go help Kenny dry the dishes. I gotta go do something first."
"Yeah, oka-Hilary?" said Tyson, but Hilary was already gone.
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"Hey Kai, wait up." called Hilary, and Kai stopped in his tracks.
"What is it?" asked Kai. "Tyson needs to be kicked out of the kitchen again?"
"Oh, no it's nothing like that." she paused.
"What is it?" he repeated.
"You dance, right?"
"What if I do?" asked Kai coolly. "Your point?"
"Um, I was wondering." began Hilary, wringing her hands behind her back. "If you could-"
"No." replied Kai simply.
"What? But you didn't even let me finish!" Hilary protested.
"I don't want to know." muttered Kai, heading for his room.
"Yeah but, I wanted you to teach Queen how to dance!" Hilary said to his retreating back.
Kai stopped in his tracks.
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"Something, we need to do something, King, we need t-" Queen broke off, spotting Hilary standing in the door way, with none other than-Kai.
"Um, yes, Hilary?" she asked, walking to them, and leaving King.
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"Queen, we found someone who can teach you." announce Hilary happily.
Queen's ears were ringing, and Kai just. "Humphed."
"Wh-what?"
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C.A.: And I truly think I am doing so bad right now. That's why I tried to do two chappies, so you won't be mad... I am trying to include in everything at once, and whew, it's so-Oh, geez, I am losing track of the count of days! I have no idea what day it is!!! (In the story)Okay, so that might not be such an important thing, but I was trying to keep track! Oh, and I just read a real good drama and romance, and well, now I know how much I have to live up to. This is getting hard, let me tell you that. It's really good though, but I don't know if you guys read the Inuyasha section. But, if you do, and if you like to read drama and romance and stuff like that, well, you could try looking up 'Fragment of Eternity' . As pathetic as I may sound, it was deep. LOL.
element6 I had didn't want to get anyone bored with this fic, but, yes, I know how frustrating it is, when the planned pairing is known, but they are still not together! It really blows my top! () Well, it's hard trying to make it realistic, I guess. They have only been around with each other for a week. But, I hope that you are slightly happier, and I am glad that you are going along with the story!
MasterDranzerAlmighty Dranzer I do know how you feel, I like to dance the cha-cha, though! LOL. I do hope this fic will satisfy you, even just for a little while. I mean, that is why I got the idea on making this fic, is that I just wanted something new. I am, looking for a long Max/Miriam fic....But anyways, thank you for taking the time to review!
Darkside Hazuki Oh Darkside, if only I can send you some of that cheesecake. Strawberry is really good too, and-oh, I am wondering off my topic...Hmm, I didn't remember that I typed in some slapping! LOL. I am listening to all of the suggestions, and I am trying to place them in wherever I can. I also wanted to give those guys a break, cause I think they're still sore from last time...LOL! My story rocks? Sigh, you're spoiling me....Thank you!
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