Hey! For those who have/have not yet read "StreetBlader". This chapter
might/might not be clear for you. If you did/didn't read it and do/do not
care then knock yourself out with it.
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Ying-No.
Yang-PLEASE!!!
Ying-No.
Yang-Y NOT?!
Ying-Because we signed a contract that clear says you take care of the humor fics and I do the evil violence.
Yang-hmpt. cheater.
Ying-Not my fault that you're weak.
Yang-AM NOT!
Ying-Look BLOOD!
Yng-AAAaaaAAAaaaHHHhhhHHH!!!!(faints)
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****************** Chapter 4: A taste of Challenge ******************
Sounds of footsteps splashing raced through the alleys as young Brandon ran for his life with two guys at his tail. And they don't look friendly. I mean, what Night Gangs does? If Brandon doesn't know why those guy didn't follow him, but now he does. And he wish he knew sooner.
He come to a dead end and look behind to see two shadows closing by. His jade eyes widen in fear and his heart was beating against his chest so hard that it sounds like thunder in his ears. Though it's hard for him to tell the different between his heart or the storm. He franticly looked around for a place to hide and saw a small crack on a building, large enough for him to squeeze through. He didn't have enough time to think as he hear the thug's voices and footsteps.
Brandon pushed himself as fast as he can through the small crack. He was able to squeeze in the building, but not before receiving a few cuts and scratches. He flatten himself to the wall as he listen to the rage of the Night Gangs.
"Damn! Where did that little bastard go?!" screamed an angry voice.
"Shit. We saw him ran this way." exclaimed another voice, with calm rage.
"C'mon! Let's check the other way. Maybe the brat went there." The first voice said. "We can't let him live and ruin our reputation."
"Right. No one escapes the Night Gangs and live." the other agreed and they both ran back to the other side of the alley.
Listening to the echoes of the retreating steps until it fades away, Brandon release a shuddering breath he'd been holding. Then he brought his legs to his chest, wrapped his arms tightly around his soaked body and let out a pained cry followed by sob's.
He had been running for who-knows-how long from the Night Gang. They started appearing just after Brandon has entered the alleys as the sun sets. He didn't know anything about the Night Gangs. He didn't know about the Forbidden Alleys. All he knew that he's in danger for setting foot here.
He didn't know where the two members came from but knows they're bad as soon as he saw them. Apparently, he didn't know he was followed by a pair of sick and perverted thugs, until they came out and tried to grab him. Luckily, he escaped before they had a chance to do anything to them to him, for he had kicked them in their jewels which gave him a head start to run but that mad them more madder and that's when the chase began. And to brighten the mood of the day even more, it started to rain, and I mean heavily.
/Why?!/ he cried in his mind. /Why does this have to happen to me?! What have I ever done?/
He rocked his body in a fetal position and let the stream of tears run down his wet cheeks. He shivered violently from the cold felt, not only because of air freezing his rain soaked body but the loneliness around his heart.
It was then did he stopped as a pair of arms wrapped his body in a protective way. He calmed down a little and slowly raised his head to see a handsome face with short silver hair and soft green eyes that looks like his.
The man picked him up on his lap and rocked him softly, stroking his hair and mummer soothing sounds. Brandon just snuggle closer to the warmth and sniffed.
"Shh. It's alright. Let it all out, Little one." he mumbled and starts to hum a lullaby his mother used to sang to him. Brandon just let out a few more tears before he cry himself to sleep, drifting along the melody.
The silver haired man looked down at the now slumbering child and looked at him with sad eyes. //I promise, Little one. I'll protect you.// with that, he was soon fast asleep with his young master in his arms.
+++++ morning +++++
The dark cloud had finally lifted and sun shine peeked out of the clouds. The rain has cease to fall, leaving drops of what's left of it dripping down the roofs and plants. One of the shine of light pass through a dirty but still able to see window, flashing into a face of a certain silver haired bit beast.
Slowly opening a pair of jade eyes, it quickly closed again and an annoyed groan escape his lips. Pandon lifted his human hand to shield the sun from his now sensitive eyes.
"Damn light." he cursed silently and looked down at the still sleeping child, hoping he didn't catch his little 'sin'. Luckily, he didn't and Pandon let out a sigh of relief.
'His parents will kill me if he heard that.' he thought but was brought back to reality as he felt the boy stirring and slowly waking up.
Another pair of innocent green eyes opened only halfway and a small fist was rubbing the sleep away. He lifted his head and stretched with a cute yawn before he looked up behind him.
"Pandon?" he said softly as he blinked his eyes.
"Good morning, Little one." he greeted, smiling.
Brandon just wrapped his short arms around his waist and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you." he whispered and buried his face in Pandon green shirt.
Pandon just return the hug and helped him up. "You're welcome, Brandon. Come, it's time to get up."
Brandon gave a small groan/ whine as he stood up and the silver haired bit beast just chuckled and disappeared back in the blade as Brandon was stable enough to walk on his own.
After he was assured that Pandon was in his blade, Brandon looked at his surroundings. He didn't had a chance to last night, because of his short 'break down'. It was fill with lots of crates and ropes with pulleys. He starts to walked around. Fascinated the inside of the warehouse.
Then he heard some faint footsteps walking towards his direction. He gasp and starts do shake as he remembered about the thugs and quickly ran behind a crate.
'Oh no. Please, please! Don't let it be them again.' he prayed and held his breath and held his beyblade in his hand, listening to Pandon's soft reassurance. He let out a quiet sigh of relief as he saw a pair of boys, who look around the age of 12-14. Judging by the way they're dressed, Brandon could tell the were alley kids. But looking down at his own clothes, he could mistaken himself as one of them.
Brandon stayed quiet, waiting for them to leave.
"What do you think we should do?" one said, lazily with both his hands on the back of his head.
"Dunno. Nothin' much to do." the other replied with the same attitude, leaning against the wall. "I don't even know why Chidori wants us to guard around if no one does?!"
The first one just shrugged. "Who knows. She's probably still pissed that the Street Blader had beaten her."
The other just shook his head and sighed. "Girls. Never will understand them."
Brandon saw his opportunity to make a run for it since, after listening, they're not going to leave so he will. But before he can even take a second step, his little stomach gave out a loud growl. He froze as he knew, he's been caught.
"Hey, what was that?" the ally kid said and looked around franticly.
"Over there. It's a kid." the other replied and pointed to Brandon.
Brandon looked like a deer in the headlights, with his eyes as wide as dinner plates. He didn't or couldn't move. After he's out of his paralzed state, he made a run for it.
"Hey! Let's get him!" he heard but just ran faster, remembering about last night with the night gang.
But, like last time, he ran to another dead end of the ware house with no crack to escape through. He looked back and saw the two alley kids slowly advancing towards him. He starts to shake thinking he's alone and going to die.
//You're not alone.// a soft but strong voice echoed his head.
/Pandon?/ he asked.
//You have me. I'm not going to leave you.//
/really?/
/Yes, no it's time you stop hiding and fight back./
Gaining his confident, he forced himself to stop shaking and look strong. Then he took out his blade and launcher, aiming at the two older kids. They just laughed at his action.
"You got to be kidding, kid." one said, chuckling.
"Don't you know who we are? We're The Night Storms! Strongest gang on the Southside." the other bragged.
Brandon just narrowed his eyes and tighten his hold to the cord. "If you are, then prove it to me. Or are you just all talk?" he mocked, knowing he's done it now.
All laughter gone and rage replaced it. They're pissed now.
"What?! You dare mock us!" the first on growled, insulted and took out his own red blade.
"Let's show you why we're the strongest gang." snarled the second one as he did the same with his blue blade.
All three holding up their launcher to each other, they released their blades at the same time. The red and blue blade starts to spin around the green blade, who's just spinning on one spot. Then the two blades start slamming into the green blade, trying to lose it's balance.
"Not so tough, eh kid?" the owner of the red blade said with a smirk on his face as he watched as the green blade starts to slow down. 'Now the brat will learn to respect the Night Storm.' he thought chuckling but stopped as he heard his partner gasp.
"Huh? What's with you?" he asked, but the owner of the blue blade just pointed towards the blades. he turn to look and saw that the blue blade had indeed stopped but not without 4 parallel slashes on his blade.
"How the fu-" but before the can finish his sentence, something red shot past his head and nearly cut him. Both members of the Night Storm turn to see the red blade stuck on one of the beams. They both look at each other, back at the blade and to the kid.
Brandon just smirk arrogantly and call back his blade. He could have burst out laughing at their state. They look like fishes with their mouth hanging. But he hold it back and look professional.
"Hn. Seems you don't live by your name." he said as he pocketed his blade and made his way to an open door. "I'll leave you to pick up you're mouths now. Seeya!" and he ran out of the door.
When they finally realize what just happened, they ran out the door but found it was too late. He's long gone.
"Fuck! The little brat's not here." the second guy said.
"We'll get that kid. There's no way are we letting some talking baby brag how he beat us." the first one said, in anger.
"What beat you?" a different voice asked, scaring both of the bladers but scare them more to know who it was.
"Chidori!" they yelled in a frighten voice as their leader looked at them with narrow hazel eyes.
"Now. Explain to me what happen and you better not lie." she said in a cold tone.
+++++ Back with Brandon +++++
He jogged down the alley giggling at his victory. He feel so free. That was the kind of battle he was yearning for. Now that he had a taste of it, he want more. Stronger. He stopped when he reached the end of the alley to a large empty lot. He sat down on top of a crate and let out a sigh.
He took out his blade again and and look at the picture of the amazing beast. He smile at it.
/Pandon?/ he said in a soft voice.
//Yes, Little one?// respond his voice.
/Thanks again./
//Anytime, Little one.//
Brandon gripped the blade and put it back in his pocket. He then got up and look around. Choosing another alley and go through it. Not knowing what will happen, he enters the NorthSide Alleys.
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That's all I got now. I still don't know if you still want me to update so please R&R.
Does it sucks? Tell me! Critize me! Burn ME! I don't car if I turn to ashes, as long as I know how you think of this.
Yang-NNNnnnNNNoooOOOooo!!! I don't want to have a pail of dirt for a sister!
Ying-I rather be burn into dust from reviews then listen to you and you're stupid Hamtaro!!!
Yang-LaLaLa LaLa OoLalala LaLaLa LaLa!
Ying-SAVE ME!
thanx & PEACE OUT!
Yang- Can I help?
Ying-No.
Yang-PLEASE!!!
Ying-No.
Yang-Y NOT?!
Ying-Because we signed a contract that clear says you take care of the humor fics and I do the evil violence.
Yang-hmpt. cheater.
Ying-Not my fault that you're weak.
Yang-AM NOT!
Ying-Look BLOOD!
Yng-AAAaaaAAAaaaHHHhhhHHH!!!!(faints)
Ying-Yay. Please read & Burn.
****************** Chapter 4: A taste of Challenge ******************
Sounds of footsteps splashing raced through the alleys as young Brandon ran for his life with two guys at his tail. And they don't look friendly. I mean, what Night Gangs does? If Brandon doesn't know why those guy didn't follow him, but now he does. And he wish he knew sooner.
He come to a dead end and look behind to see two shadows closing by. His jade eyes widen in fear and his heart was beating against his chest so hard that it sounds like thunder in his ears. Though it's hard for him to tell the different between his heart or the storm. He franticly looked around for a place to hide and saw a small crack on a building, large enough for him to squeeze through. He didn't have enough time to think as he hear the thug's voices and footsteps.
Brandon pushed himself as fast as he can through the small crack. He was able to squeeze in the building, but not before receiving a few cuts and scratches. He flatten himself to the wall as he listen to the rage of the Night Gangs.
"Damn! Where did that little bastard go?!" screamed an angry voice.
"Shit. We saw him ran this way." exclaimed another voice, with calm rage.
"C'mon! Let's check the other way. Maybe the brat went there." The first voice said. "We can't let him live and ruin our reputation."
"Right. No one escapes the Night Gangs and live." the other agreed and they both ran back to the other side of the alley.
Listening to the echoes of the retreating steps until it fades away, Brandon release a shuddering breath he'd been holding. Then he brought his legs to his chest, wrapped his arms tightly around his soaked body and let out a pained cry followed by sob's.
He had been running for who-knows-how long from the Night Gang. They started appearing just after Brandon has entered the alleys as the sun sets. He didn't know anything about the Night Gangs. He didn't know about the Forbidden Alleys. All he knew that he's in danger for setting foot here.
He didn't know where the two members came from but knows they're bad as soon as he saw them. Apparently, he didn't know he was followed by a pair of sick and perverted thugs, until they came out and tried to grab him. Luckily, he escaped before they had a chance to do anything to them to him, for he had kicked them in their jewels which gave him a head start to run but that mad them more madder and that's when the chase began. And to brighten the mood of the day even more, it started to rain, and I mean heavily.
/Why?!/ he cried in his mind. /Why does this have to happen to me?! What have I ever done?/
He rocked his body in a fetal position and let the stream of tears run down his wet cheeks. He shivered violently from the cold felt, not only because of air freezing his rain soaked body but the loneliness around his heart.
It was then did he stopped as a pair of arms wrapped his body in a protective way. He calmed down a little and slowly raised his head to see a handsome face with short silver hair and soft green eyes that looks like his.
The man picked him up on his lap and rocked him softly, stroking his hair and mummer soothing sounds. Brandon just snuggle closer to the warmth and sniffed.
"Shh. It's alright. Let it all out, Little one." he mumbled and starts to hum a lullaby his mother used to sang to him. Brandon just let out a few more tears before he cry himself to sleep, drifting along the melody.
The silver haired man looked down at the now slumbering child and looked at him with sad eyes. //I promise, Little one. I'll protect you.// with that, he was soon fast asleep with his young master in his arms.
+++++ morning +++++
The dark cloud had finally lifted and sun shine peeked out of the clouds. The rain has cease to fall, leaving drops of what's left of it dripping down the roofs and plants. One of the shine of light pass through a dirty but still able to see window, flashing into a face of a certain silver haired bit beast.
Slowly opening a pair of jade eyes, it quickly closed again and an annoyed groan escape his lips. Pandon lifted his human hand to shield the sun from his now sensitive eyes.
"Damn light." he cursed silently and looked down at the still sleeping child, hoping he didn't catch his little 'sin'. Luckily, he didn't and Pandon let out a sigh of relief.
'His parents will kill me if he heard that.' he thought but was brought back to reality as he felt the boy stirring and slowly waking up.
Another pair of innocent green eyes opened only halfway and a small fist was rubbing the sleep away. He lifted his head and stretched with a cute yawn before he looked up behind him.
"Pandon?" he said softly as he blinked his eyes.
"Good morning, Little one." he greeted, smiling.
Brandon just wrapped his short arms around his waist and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you." he whispered and buried his face in Pandon green shirt.
Pandon just return the hug and helped him up. "You're welcome, Brandon. Come, it's time to get up."
Brandon gave a small groan/ whine as he stood up and the silver haired bit beast just chuckled and disappeared back in the blade as Brandon was stable enough to walk on his own.
After he was assured that Pandon was in his blade, Brandon looked at his surroundings. He didn't had a chance to last night, because of his short 'break down'. It was fill with lots of crates and ropes with pulleys. He starts to walked around. Fascinated the inside of the warehouse.
Then he heard some faint footsteps walking towards his direction. He gasp and starts do shake as he remembered about the thugs and quickly ran behind a crate.
'Oh no. Please, please! Don't let it be them again.' he prayed and held his breath and held his beyblade in his hand, listening to Pandon's soft reassurance. He let out a quiet sigh of relief as he saw a pair of boys, who look around the age of 12-14. Judging by the way they're dressed, Brandon could tell the were alley kids. But looking down at his own clothes, he could mistaken himself as one of them.
Brandon stayed quiet, waiting for them to leave.
"What do you think we should do?" one said, lazily with both his hands on the back of his head.
"Dunno. Nothin' much to do." the other replied with the same attitude, leaning against the wall. "I don't even know why Chidori wants us to guard around if no one does?!"
The first one just shrugged. "Who knows. She's probably still pissed that the Street Blader had beaten her."
The other just shook his head and sighed. "Girls. Never will understand them."
Brandon saw his opportunity to make a run for it since, after listening, they're not going to leave so he will. But before he can even take a second step, his little stomach gave out a loud growl. He froze as he knew, he's been caught.
"Hey, what was that?" the ally kid said and looked around franticly.
"Over there. It's a kid." the other replied and pointed to Brandon.
Brandon looked like a deer in the headlights, with his eyes as wide as dinner plates. He didn't or couldn't move. After he's out of his paralzed state, he made a run for it.
"Hey! Let's get him!" he heard but just ran faster, remembering about last night with the night gang.
But, like last time, he ran to another dead end of the ware house with no crack to escape through. He looked back and saw the two alley kids slowly advancing towards him. He starts to shake thinking he's alone and going to die.
//You're not alone.// a soft but strong voice echoed his head.
/Pandon?/ he asked.
//You have me. I'm not going to leave you.//
/really?/
/Yes, no it's time you stop hiding and fight back./
Gaining his confident, he forced himself to stop shaking and look strong. Then he took out his blade and launcher, aiming at the two older kids. They just laughed at his action.
"You got to be kidding, kid." one said, chuckling.
"Don't you know who we are? We're The Night Storms! Strongest gang on the Southside." the other bragged.
Brandon just narrowed his eyes and tighten his hold to the cord. "If you are, then prove it to me. Or are you just all talk?" he mocked, knowing he's done it now.
All laughter gone and rage replaced it. They're pissed now.
"What?! You dare mock us!" the first on growled, insulted and took out his own red blade.
"Let's show you why we're the strongest gang." snarled the second one as he did the same with his blue blade.
All three holding up their launcher to each other, they released their blades at the same time. The red and blue blade starts to spin around the green blade, who's just spinning on one spot. Then the two blades start slamming into the green blade, trying to lose it's balance.
"Not so tough, eh kid?" the owner of the red blade said with a smirk on his face as he watched as the green blade starts to slow down. 'Now the brat will learn to respect the Night Storm.' he thought chuckling but stopped as he heard his partner gasp.
"Huh? What's with you?" he asked, but the owner of the blue blade just pointed towards the blades. he turn to look and saw that the blue blade had indeed stopped but not without 4 parallel slashes on his blade.
"How the fu-" but before the can finish his sentence, something red shot past his head and nearly cut him. Both members of the Night Storm turn to see the red blade stuck on one of the beams. They both look at each other, back at the blade and to the kid.
Brandon just smirk arrogantly and call back his blade. He could have burst out laughing at their state. They look like fishes with their mouth hanging. But he hold it back and look professional.
"Hn. Seems you don't live by your name." he said as he pocketed his blade and made his way to an open door. "I'll leave you to pick up you're mouths now. Seeya!" and he ran out of the door.
When they finally realize what just happened, they ran out the door but found it was too late. He's long gone.
"Fuck! The little brat's not here." the second guy said.
"We'll get that kid. There's no way are we letting some talking baby brag how he beat us." the first one said, in anger.
"What beat you?" a different voice asked, scaring both of the bladers but scare them more to know who it was.
"Chidori!" they yelled in a frighten voice as their leader looked at them with narrow hazel eyes.
"Now. Explain to me what happen and you better not lie." she said in a cold tone.
+++++ Back with Brandon +++++
He jogged down the alley giggling at his victory. He feel so free. That was the kind of battle he was yearning for. Now that he had a taste of it, he want more. Stronger. He stopped when he reached the end of the alley to a large empty lot. He sat down on top of a crate and let out a sigh.
He took out his blade again and and look at the picture of the amazing beast. He smile at it.
/Pandon?/ he said in a soft voice.
//Yes, Little one?// respond his voice.
/Thanks again./
//Anytime, Little one.//
Brandon gripped the blade and put it back in his pocket. He then got up and look around. Choosing another alley and go through it. Not knowing what will happen, he enters the NorthSide Alleys.
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That's all I got now. I still don't know if you still want me to update so please R&R.
Does it sucks? Tell me! Critize me! Burn ME! I don't car if I turn to ashes, as long as I know how you think of this.
Yang-NNNnnnNNNoooOOOooo!!! I don't want to have a pail of dirt for a sister!
Ying-I rather be burn into dust from reviews then listen to you and you're stupid Hamtaro!!!
Yang-LaLaLa LaLa OoLalala LaLaLa LaLa!
Ying-SAVE ME!
thanx & PEACE OUT!