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Disclaimer: Own NOTHING! Not BeyBlade or StreetBlader. Only Brandon, Pandon, Kent (our real bro) & some others later.
************ Chapter 6: Welcome Greeting ************
"So, tell me your story." Kent said as they walk down the alley.
Brandon looked up at the aqua green boy and wonder how much he should tell.
"Well, there's not much to tell." Brandon said.
"It's alright, Brand. You don't have to tell me what makes you uncomfortable." Kent said with a friendly, understanding smile. "You're entitled to keep secrets."
Brandon just stared up at the boy in astonishment of his kindness. He smiled brightly to him, feeling extremely happy.
Kent was his first friend he have ever made that's a kid.
"It's ok. I don't mind." Brandon said.
"Ok, how 'bout this. You tell your story and in exchange, I'll tell you mine. What do ya say?"
"Deal." and they shook hands.
Brandon look up at the blue sky before starting his story.
"Well, there's not much to say. My dad died 5 months in a car accident and my mom was killed 2 months ago." he said in a quiet voice that's higher than a whisper.
Kent was shocked. He stopped and stood there looking at Brandon as if he was looking at an alien.
He couldn't believe it. Brandon was just a small child. How could anyone handle it. Much less a sweet innocent kid?!
"Kent?" Brandon called out, a couple of feet away. "Are you alright? You seem white."
Kent was still staring at him, his face all pale.
"I.I. Didn't. I mean. I'm. uh. well. um. sorry." Kent was able to manage, not knowing what to say.
Brandon looked at Kent's ridged figure. Then the truth was dawned to him and he walked back to look at Kent's face down head.
"Kent." he said softly and crouch down so he is looking up at Kent's down face. (A/N: does that make sense?) "Thank you."
Kent look at that innocent child face and blush.
Um. You're welcome." he said and started walking.
He took a couple of steps then stop and look back at Brandon as he straighten himself.
"C'mon Brandon. Let's go."
Brandon just nodded and smile before he catch up.
***** A while later *****
"...And then he said 'I'm gonna win the next match!' and in the end, he lost." Kent joked.
"No way!" Brandon laughed joyfully.
Kent was telling him funny stories about his friends and roommates when they finally reached an old brick building.
"Well," Kent said fishing his key and sticking the key in the lock. "Here we are."
He turned and opened it. Brandon gasp as he walk up into the apartment. He can't help but stare at the things around him.
Everything was so....interesting! He never seen so many cool stuff in one place. There were many types of pictures and photos on every inch of the walls, toys and clothes are scattered everywhere, tools and bey-parts trailing all around. And what interest him the most were the types of books stacked on the messy floor.
It wasn't books he read for studying, learning, or knowing. It was story books. When he was young, he started studying early and doesn't have much time to fool around reading fictional tales.
"Sorry 'bout the mess. Kind of forgot about that." Kent grin sheepishly and scratched his head.
Just before Brandon could tell him it's ok, a herd of thunderous steps roared down.
"Oh, God. Not again." Kent groaned and looked a little worried. "Not now."
The thunderous sound seems to get louder and closer by every second. Brandon was bemused.
"Kent? What's the matter? What's that sound?" Brandon asked above the roaring sounds.
Kent just looked shocked at him, like he forgotten Brandon was there. Then, instead of telling him the answer, he grabbed him and started to press him towards the wall.
Suddenly it came.
"You take that back, Stephanie Doung!"
"Nah! Nah! Make me, Shorty!"
"Now you are SO dead!"
Suddenly a ball of two people wrestle down past them leaving a trail of dust after them.
Kent let out a relief sigh and let go of Brandon who was still in shock of what just happened. Kent groaned and rubbed his temples.
"Whew. That's over." Kent said and looked at the 4-year-old next to him. "Hey, Brandon. Um. You ok? Hello?"
Unfortunately, Brandon is standing there with his little fists on his chest where his heart is trying to beat its way out. His eyes are huge and his mouth is hanging open looking like a fish. And it looks like...
/O.O Pandon?/
//O.O y-yeah?//
/O.O a-a-are. w-we. still a-alive?/
//O.O let me check. breathe.//
/gasp/
//O.O yup.//
/O.O ok./
...his bit-beast is in the same state.
"Brandon! Brandon! Come on, man. Speak to me." A concern voice spoke and Brandon felt someone shaking him.
"Huh?" Brandon blink and looked up to see Kent with a worried look on his face, shaking his lightly.
Kent below out his breath that he was holding when he saw Brandon coming back from reality.
"Sheesh. You gave me a scare for a moment there, Brand." he rubbed his face. "Man, are you ok?"
"Um. Yeah. Sorry." Brandon looked around. "Kent, what was that?"
"That was some of the friends I live with." he explained. " C'mon, I introduced you to them."
"Ok. Ah, Kent, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Was that normal?"
"Oh, don't worry, Brand. These thing happen to us all the time!"
"Oh."
/WEIRD/
//most definitely//
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That's it for mow. Promise to try to update faster and longer. Please check out pic and comment/flame it. Please R&R.
thanx & PEACE OUT!
Disclaimer: Own NOTHING! Not BeyBlade or StreetBlader. Only Brandon, Pandon, Kent (our real bro) & some others later.
************ Chapter 6: Welcome Greeting ************
"So, tell me your story." Kent said as they walk down the alley.
Brandon looked up at the aqua green boy and wonder how much he should tell.
"Well, there's not much to tell." Brandon said.
"It's alright, Brand. You don't have to tell me what makes you uncomfortable." Kent said with a friendly, understanding smile. "You're entitled to keep secrets."
Brandon just stared up at the boy in astonishment of his kindness. He smiled brightly to him, feeling extremely happy.
Kent was his first friend he have ever made that's a kid.
"It's ok. I don't mind." Brandon said.
"Ok, how 'bout this. You tell your story and in exchange, I'll tell you mine. What do ya say?"
"Deal." and they shook hands.
Brandon look up at the blue sky before starting his story.
"Well, there's not much to say. My dad died 5 months in a car accident and my mom was killed 2 months ago." he said in a quiet voice that's higher than a whisper.
Kent was shocked. He stopped and stood there looking at Brandon as if he was looking at an alien.
He couldn't believe it. Brandon was just a small child. How could anyone handle it. Much less a sweet innocent kid?!
"Kent?" Brandon called out, a couple of feet away. "Are you alright? You seem white."
Kent was still staring at him, his face all pale.
"I.I. Didn't. I mean. I'm. uh. well. um. sorry." Kent was able to manage, not knowing what to say.
Brandon looked at Kent's ridged figure. Then the truth was dawned to him and he walked back to look at Kent's face down head.
"Kent." he said softly and crouch down so he is looking up at Kent's down face. (A/N: does that make sense?) "Thank you."
Kent look at that innocent child face and blush.
Um. You're welcome." he said and started walking.
He took a couple of steps then stop and look back at Brandon as he straighten himself.
"C'mon Brandon. Let's go."
Brandon just nodded and smile before he catch up.
***** A while later *****
"...And then he said 'I'm gonna win the next match!' and in the end, he lost." Kent joked.
"No way!" Brandon laughed joyfully.
Kent was telling him funny stories about his friends and roommates when they finally reached an old brick building.
"Well," Kent said fishing his key and sticking the key in the lock. "Here we are."
He turned and opened it. Brandon gasp as he walk up into the apartment. He can't help but stare at the things around him.
Everything was so....interesting! He never seen so many cool stuff in one place. There were many types of pictures and photos on every inch of the walls, toys and clothes are scattered everywhere, tools and bey-parts trailing all around. And what interest him the most were the types of books stacked on the messy floor.
It wasn't books he read for studying, learning, or knowing. It was story books. When he was young, he started studying early and doesn't have much time to fool around reading fictional tales.
"Sorry 'bout the mess. Kind of forgot about that." Kent grin sheepishly and scratched his head.
Just before Brandon could tell him it's ok, a herd of thunderous steps roared down.
"Oh, God. Not again." Kent groaned and looked a little worried. "Not now."
The thunderous sound seems to get louder and closer by every second. Brandon was bemused.
"Kent? What's the matter? What's that sound?" Brandon asked above the roaring sounds.
Kent just looked shocked at him, like he forgotten Brandon was there. Then, instead of telling him the answer, he grabbed him and started to press him towards the wall.
Suddenly it came.
"You take that back, Stephanie Doung!"
"Nah! Nah! Make me, Shorty!"
"Now you are SO dead!"
Suddenly a ball of two people wrestle down past them leaving a trail of dust after them.
Kent let out a relief sigh and let go of Brandon who was still in shock of what just happened. Kent groaned and rubbed his temples.
"Whew. That's over." Kent said and looked at the 4-year-old next to him. "Hey, Brandon. Um. You ok? Hello?"
Unfortunately, Brandon is standing there with his little fists on his chest where his heart is trying to beat its way out. His eyes are huge and his mouth is hanging open looking like a fish. And it looks like...
/O.O Pandon?/
//O.O y-yeah?//
/O.O a-a-are. w-we. still a-alive?/
//O.O let me check. breathe.//
/gasp/
//O.O yup.//
/O.O ok./
...his bit-beast is in the same state.
"Brandon! Brandon! Come on, man. Speak to me." A concern voice spoke and Brandon felt someone shaking him.
"Huh?" Brandon blink and looked up to see Kent with a worried look on his face, shaking his lightly.
Kent below out his breath that he was holding when he saw Brandon coming back from reality.
"Sheesh. You gave me a scare for a moment there, Brand." he rubbed his face. "Man, are you ok?"
"Um. Yeah. Sorry." Brandon looked around. "Kent, what was that?"
"That was some of the friends I live with." he explained. " C'mon, I introduced you to them."
"Ok. Ah, Kent, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Was that normal?"
"Oh, don't worry, Brand. These thing happen to us all the time!"
"Oh."
/WEIRD/
//most definitely//
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
That's it for mow. Promise to try to update faster and longer. Please check out pic and comment/flame it. Please R&R.
thanx & PEACE OUT!