Okay, by NOW you should get the point that I'm totally slacking off this
story. There are a few more chapters to go and hopefully this story is
done! Anyways I apologize to all my readers for taking so long and yeah. I
recently had a hard time with this guy whose been stalking me and yeah.
Anyways that's not the point! Excuse me if some parts of my story don't
make sense.
"We're finally here." yawned Tyson. The Bladebreakers got their luggage and headed outside to Rome, the capital city of Italy. The tournament wouldn't begin for another two days, so the team unpacked their belongings at the Givenchi Hotel, and left to explore. "I don't see the Leaning Tower of Pisa anywhere!" Tyson exclaimed as he surveyed the ancient buildings. "That's because the Tower's in Pisa. We're in Rome knucklehead." Corrected Kenny.
Liya split from the group and began to wander around the ancient buildings. The intricate carvings enchanted her, as if each one had been made to symbolize a story. When she was little, she used to spend hours reading in her library about gladiators and how many of them had been forced to fight their own friends or die. If they turned out to be favourites of people, they lived longer or else they were sent to the gallows. Many of the women slaves were condemned to being whores to their masters for the rest of their lives. Often they got pregnant and their children became slaves also.
Over the course of time, men have been nothing but sexist bastards to her. But this team of hers began to rub themselves in. Like how they forced her to be herself and how none of them made an approach as to want her for anything else but her friendship. Yes, they certainly were different from all the other men she has been with all her life. She passed by a water fountain fixing herself as she saw her reflection. Although she hated to admit it, she did like the clothes they chose for her. Even if all the guys said she looked pretty good, she badly wanted to ask Kai's opinion of her though her pride hadn't allowed her to do so.
Since that game with Kai, she felt like an open wound again, just like she had three years ago. But the love and friendship she felt from the guys cheered her up. At last she felt accepted. Not someone in disguise trying to hide herself from the rest of the world. They took her in even though they knew about her. Yeah, she knew after Max told her about how it was okay to be scared and frightened to be in a new group and especially with men. The least kind of people she was suppose to accept. Max had been a constant companion to her ever since their first meeting. His dad too although he looked at her oddly sometimes.
Once Tyson had hinted to Max, if he was getting a crush on her. Max didn't answer but Kai did. With a fist to Tyson's nose. Liya giggled. She laughed a lot more than she had in three years. It comforted her to know that Kai was a bit jealous. But that strange closeness and rising heat she felt every time she went near him scared her. Could it be possible that she was falling in love with him? Liya turned beet red, brushing the thought off. Even if she did, his evil grandfather would see to it that she was removed from the household. Personally she didn't want to go at all. She wanted to stay with her new family. She wanted to stay home. A tear slipped past her cheek followed by some more. She hadn't felt so happy for so long.
Liya went inside the coliseum. Her thoughts were on Kai, when someone behind her whistled. She whipped around. A blonde green-blue eyed boy grinned looking her up and down. "Man if you didn't look so shocked, I would think you fell straight out of the heavens." Liya's lips parted in surprise. Who was this numbskull?
"Oh, allow me to introduce myself." He spoke in a French accent. "I'm Enrique and I've never met anyone so beautiful and full of life as you." While saying his praise, he grabbed her waist and began to caress her hand. "And my, such gorgeous black hair. It has blue highlights just like my aunt's cousin's niece's son's pet raven. Dear god, I want to cry right now. Do you know why ma chere? Your eyes remind me of my grandmo—SMACK." Liya gave a sound slap and a red handprint appeared on his face. "Just who the hell do you think you are?" she spat out. She stormed out of he coliseum before Enrique could utter another word.
The Bladebreakers knew they found Liya when they heard a string of curses through the air. Previously they met Enrique here and they guessed that he would find her after they told him about their new member. Enrique had set out to find her without listening to their warnings. Liya told them what happened and after she finished, Enrique came rubbing his sore cheek. "Oww...you hurt me! Geez I was only joking!"
"You know at first I thought you were a perve but now I see that you're as dumb as you look like. What did your mom eat before she had you?
He grinned, "Chocolate. My dad gave it to her so she could get—." "Enrique you never change do you?" remarked Kai.
"Neither have you Kai. You know I can always hook you up with the best French dresser, but maybe you wouldn't want that seeing how you're turning red. Anyway I see you guys are entering the Italian tournament?"
"Yeah, but we don't exactly know where it's being held." said Kenny.
"Really? I'm surprised you don't know, Kenny. It's being held right here in this coliseum!"
"But how are we going to battle without a proper field?"
"Didn't you hear about how they are rescheduling it for two weeks later? Mon dieu! Don't you ever keep up with the program? There are going to transform it a bit here and there so it will be ready for us to battle in."
"Alright! That means we get more time to sleep and eat even more." Tyson cheered! "Yeah and have to change our names into the Bladebombers according to Tyson's diet." Liya laughed but sighed and looked at the coliseum one last time. It wouldn't be the same if it had modernized. There will be nothing original anymore. She sighed, but people with power do what they want to always.
Kai looked at her and sensed her sadness. If only she wasn't so distant from him then he would've taken her into his arms and promise her everything in the world. He frowned. Was he kidding himself? He actually wanted to take her into his arms? He had never felt that way before. Was he falling in—no! That's just bull. Liya Skye was only here for his advantage. Funny, he hadn't thought about that until now. He shook the thought off his mind angry with himself.
A herd of workers came wrapping orange chicken wire around the grand building and hung up construction signs. Liya continued to look at the sight before her while the rest of her gang walked out of the grey path making way for a bunch of important looking men. "Young lady, would you kindly step out of the way for the owner of Di Contini co.?" "It's quite alright. Its not everyday we meet old friends now do we Liya?"
A cold shiver ran up Liya's spine. She knew that voice. As she turned to face him, she looked up in horror to meet a pair of dark Italian blue eyes. Eyes that looked into her knowingly and knew that she was having a neck breaking fast recap of that night three years ago. The hatred and the fear rose up as bile in her throat.
"Giovanni di Continni." She whispered aghast. Her nightmare was reliving itself.
DO tell me what you think of this chapter. Hope its good. Sorry for being so late. I don't own Beyblades and all the other stuff! Until next time!
"We're finally here." yawned Tyson. The Bladebreakers got their luggage and headed outside to Rome, the capital city of Italy. The tournament wouldn't begin for another two days, so the team unpacked their belongings at the Givenchi Hotel, and left to explore. "I don't see the Leaning Tower of Pisa anywhere!" Tyson exclaimed as he surveyed the ancient buildings. "That's because the Tower's in Pisa. We're in Rome knucklehead." Corrected Kenny.
Liya split from the group and began to wander around the ancient buildings. The intricate carvings enchanted her, as if each one had been made to symbolize a story. When she was little, she used to spend hours reading in her library about gladiators and how many of them had been forced to fight their own friends or die. If they turned out to be favourites of people, they lived longer or else they were sent to the gallows. Many of the women slaves were condemned to being whores to their masters for the rest of their lives. Often they got pregnant and their children became slaves also.
Over the course of time, men have been nothing but sexist bastards to her. But this team of hers began to rub themselves in. Like how they forced her to be herself and how none of them made an approach as to want her for anything else but her friendship. Yes, they certainly were different from all the other men she has been with all her life. She passed by a water fountain fixing herself as she saw her reflection. Although she hated to admit it, she did like the clothes they chose for her. Even if all the guys said she looked pretty good, she badly wanted to ask Kai's opinion of her though her pride hadn't allowed her to do so.
Since that game with Kai, she felt like an open wound again, just like she had three years ago. But the love and friendship she felt from the guys cheered her up. At last she felt accepted. Not someone in disguise trying to hide herself from the rest of the world. They took her in even though they knew about her. Yeah, she knew after Max told her about how it was okay to be scared and frightened to be in a new group and especially with men. The least kind of people she was suppose to accept. Max had been a constant companion to her ever since their first meeting. His dad too although he looked at her oddly sometimes.
Once Tyson had hinted to Max, if he was getting a crush on her. Max didn't answer but Kai did. With a fist to Tyson's nose. Liya giggled. She laughed a lot more than she had in three years. It comforted her to know that Kai was a bit jealous. But that strange closeness and rising heat she felt every time she went near him scared her. Could it be possible that she was falling in love with him? Liya turned beet red, brushing the thought off. Even if she did, his evil grandfather would see to it that she was removed from the household. Personally she didn't want to go at all. She wanted to stay with her new family. She wanted to stay home. A tear slipped past her cheek followed by some more. She hadn't felt so happy for so long.
Liya went inside the coliseum. Her thoughts were on Kai, when someone behind her whistled. She whipped around. A blonde green-blue eyed boy grinned looking her up and down. "Man if you didn't look so shocked, I would think you fell straight out of the heavens." Liya's lips parted in surprise. Who was this numbskull?
"Oh, allow me to introduce myself." He spoke in a French accent. "I'm Enrique and I've never met anyone so beautiful and full of life as you." While saying his praise, he grabbed her waist and began to caress her hand. "And my, such gorgeous black hair. It has blue highlights just like my aunt's cousin's niece's son's pet raven. Dear god, I want to cry right now. Do you know why ma chere? Your eyes remind me of my grandmo—SMACK." Liya gave a sound slap and a red handprint appeared on his face. "Just who the hell do you think you are?" she spat out. She stormed out of he coliseum before Enrique could utter another word.
The Bladebreakers knew they found Liya when they heard a string of curses through the air. Previously they met Enrique here and they guessed that he would find her after they told him about their new member. Enrique had set out to find her without listening to their warnings. Liya told them what happened and after she finished, Enrique came rubbing his sore cheek. "Oww...you hurt me! Geez I was only joking!"
"You know at first I thought you were a perve but now I see that you're as dumb as you look like. What did your mom eat before she had you?
He grinned, "Chocolate. My dad gave it to her so she could get—." "Enrique you never change do you?" remarked Kai.
"Neither have you Kai. You know I can always hook you up with the best French dresser, but maybe you wouldn't want that seeing how you're turning red. Anyway I see you guys are entering the Italian tournament?"
"Yeah, but we don't exactly know where it's being held." said Kenny.
"Really? I'm surprised you don't know, Kenny. It's being held right here in this coliseum!"
"But how are we going to battle without a proper field?"
"Didn't you hear about how they are rescheduling it for two weeks later? Mon dieu! Don't you ever keep up with the program? There are going to transform it a bit here and there so it will be ready for us to battle in."
"Alright! That means we get more time to sleep and eat even more." Tyson cheered! "Yeah and have to change our names into the Bladebombers according to Tyson's diet." Liya laughed but sighed and looked at the coliseum one last time. It wouldn't be the same if it had modernized. There will be nothing original anymore. She sighed, but people with power do what they want to always.
Kai looked at her and sensed her sadness. If only she wasn't so distant from him then he would've taken her into his arms and promise her everything in the world. He frowned. Was he kidding himself? He actually wanted to take her into his arms? He had never felt that way before. Was he falling in—no! That's just bull. Liya Skye was only here for his advantage. Funny, he hadn't thought about that until now. He shook the thought off his mind angry with himself.
A herd of workers came wrapping orange chicken wire around the grand building and hung up construction signs. Liya continued to look at the sight before her while the rest of her gang walked out of the grey path making way for a bunch of important looking men. "Young lady, would you kindly step out of the way for the owner of Di Contini co.?" "It's quite alright. Its not everyday we meet old friends now do we Liya?"
A cold shiver ran up Liya's spine. She knew that voice. As she turned to face him, she looked up in horror to meet a pair of dark Italian blue eyes. Eyes that looked into her knowingly and knew that she was having a neck breaking fast recap of that night three years ago. The hatred and the fear rose up as bile in her throat.
"Giovanni di Continni." She whispered aghast. Her nightmare was reliving itself.
DO tell me what you think of this chapter. Hope its good. Sorry for being so late. I don't own Beyblades and all the other stuff! Until next time!