Zoltar: (yawns & stretches) You all better be happy I'm writing when I'm sleep deprived. Because I am.
Rei: Zoltar doesn't own Beyblade.
Zoltar: (gives Rei an odd look) You're such a bonhomie person.
Rei: o.O A what?
Zoltar: (yawns) trustworthy...dependa...ble...(dozes off)
Mandy: (hits Zoltar) WAKE UP! You have a story to write!
Zoltar: don't want to disappoint fans...
Maybe...
Chapter 22
"3...2...1... LET IT RIP!" They shouted as their blades collided in the center of the dish. Sparks flew as the battle intesified into one so amazing!...it would put Tyson to shame. No, actually it wouldn't, it was just a friendly match between two amatuer bladers in the middle of a park.
"You'll never stop me!" the raven haired boy said.
The auburun haired boy smirked. His eyes a deep blue...so deep they look black. "Oh yeah! Just watch!"
His blade viciously attacked his opponent. It seemed the victior had been found until the raven haired boy began laughing wildly. Moving his hair from his face to reveal black and red sunburst eyes, he smirked at the other.
"You think you've got this won?" He asked. "Well...you probably do...but I still stand a chance! All I have to do is believe in my blade an-"
A rock suddenly hit him and he tumbled to the ground, bleeding rather profusely. The other boy shreiked when he saw his friend lying, and bleeding, on the ground. He ran over to see if he was dead, only to find he was...very much alive and that the person who through the rock had another and was taking a steady aim at him too. He helped his friend up, quickly called back his blade and ran off, both of them scared shitless.
Our favourite masochist continued to toss the extra rock in his hand up and down and up and down. Not even watching it. He was too busy replaying the scene in his head. The two boys had seemed to be about twelve, both very much amatuers. They didn't even notice when Bryan had sat down and examined their battle. It was times like this when he wished he had his diary. Of course all that was in it right now were various insults to the 'Wench' and all whou adored her...including himself. He called himself weak and stupid and pathetic and an imbisile. But it didn't stop what he really felt. There was something curious about Ms. Marisa Sosome. Something mysteriously curious.
His brought his mind back to the amatuers he had stopped from spoiling the sport of Beyblading. They were in the very least...weak...stupid...immature...
"...pathetic." he mumbled softly, letting his thoughts drif tho the first battles he'd had at the Abbey when he was still an amatuer.
Not pretty. He had been the worst of the amatuers and a smart ass at that. Hince why he...still is a smart ass. They had found only one way to shut him up, and it wasn't pleasent.
Bryan winced as the memories found their way forward from the back of his mind. He was surprised, usually he was always thinking about the beatings. But for some reason, now they were the least of his worries. He suddenly found himself...caring about the way he acted to certain people.
"It's all your fault you know." He said as the raven haired girl sat next to him.
"You know what?" she said. "It probably is."
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Can you say...what?
Well Michelle could. I know I told you that she opened the door right? Well did I neglect to mention that...when she first tried to open it, it was jammed and she thought it was locked but couldn't find her key? She was tempted to ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer, but seeing as this story's so damn predictable, she simply searched around for it.
"What the hell are you doing?" Liz asked irritably.
Michelle glared at her just as irritably as her statement "You know, intstead of watching me look for my keys, you guys could be out...I don't know...go out and rapine." she said, searching for the right word.
Oh yeah, and her keys.
Mandy sighed. "This is so pointless." she said, walking over to the bench that stood at the side of the road, infront of the Demo. Boys Mansion, which is what we shall now call it.
Tracy tilted her head to the side in thought. "Rapine means to pillage right...?" she asked the wind.
Everyone stared at her as she went off into her own little world. Saying random words and making...strange noises, Tracy passed the time on the bench next to Mandy.
Everyone sighed.
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"Spencer, didn't you just say you saw them?" Tala asked impatiently. He wanted to see the look on Michi's face when she saw all he had done for her.
Of course he was going to brag that he did it by himself. Sometimes he's such a bastard.
"I did see them, and I still do." Spencer argued in his quiet Spencer way. "They're right out there."
Tala and Ian moved closer to the window and peered out. There were the girls, with the exception of Marisa, but they didn't really care where she was, they were staring at the objects of their desires.
"What is she doing?" Ian asked while glancing at Michelle, who was currently dumping everything aout of Mandy's purse.
"I hope she's not looking for..." Spencer trailed off but his two friends caught his meaning and their faces twisted up in disgust.
"I hope not."
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"Wench." Bryan said coldly. Marisa ignored him. "WENCH!"
"If you are referring to me," she started turning to look at him with a strange glint in her eye. "I enjoy to be called Marisa, ruler and master, but girl of my dreams is also preferrable." she smirked.
Bryan suddenly felt his face heat up, but he was not about to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she had made him blush...again! "What are you talking about...wench?" he asked.
Marisa's smirk grew ans she took something out of her jacket. A little purple book with the words 'Life Miseries' written on it.
"So...do you have any idea what this is?" she asked innocently.
Bryan continued resisting the urge to blush and glared at her. His glare was returned full force.
"No." he stated simply. 'There was no way that was real. It had to be a fake.' he thought. Where had she gotten his diary? "Oh, well then." Marisa said, opening the book and flipping to a random page, that wasn't so random to her actually. "You won't mind me reading this,
Dec. 19, 2004,
Right. Sure, I'll listen to that wench when hell freezes over! Name: Sosome Marisa. Greman Royal. Dark skin, eyes and hair, and a dark heart. Though I'm not much one to talk. She's an all around bitch, she doesn't give me any room to breathe and worst of all, I have the hugest crush on her.
Kill me now.
Then again, it's not everyday you meet someone just like you. The girl of my dreams happened to ride her motorcycle over to me one day, and almost kick my ass in a sword fight. She's stubborn, narcisisstic, an all around egotistical jerk!"
She paused and looked at Bryan, who, if he wasn't Bryan, would be crying. But he's Bryan.
"I'm flattered. Truly I am." she said calmly. "Bryan, cold, mean, ruthless, heartless, apathetic Bryan, just called me a jerk." she put her hand over her heart in a fake gesture of surprise. "I'm sure you know much more colourful words than that.
"But there's something about her." Marisa continued. "Something mysterious that attracts me to her... almost as if she were...telling me to feel something for her. But that I doubt. It's probably the fact she's mysterious..."
Once again she looked at so-close-to-nearly-almost crying Bryan. "You think I'm mysterious." she said with a quirked eyebrow. "Really?"
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Tala watched in utter disbelief as now Michelle began to panic at or about something. She frantically began running around and shaking her teammates, who had been sitting doing nothing for a good...twenty minutes.
He wanted desperately to hold her and ask her what was wrong but...given the circumstances...
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Michelle shook Mandy, who was about to fall asleep on the bench. Mandy's eyes shot open and she screamed something about a fairy pony princess. Michelle gave her an odd look, but quickly wiped it off her face when she remembered why exactly she had woken Mandy up.
"Mandy! I lost my keys!" She almost shreiked.
Mandy rubbed her eyes wearily and yawned. "Michi, if you lost them just find them...I'm sleepy..." trust me Mand-chan. I know the feeling...
Michelle sighed. "Right, I'll listen to you!"
She continued to look through her purse...digging ever so thougtlessly, not even realizing that the door is not locked.
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"Honestly, ther's no mystery about me." Marisa said.
Bryan moved away as she started edging closer to him. "What are you doing?"
"Something..." said she.
"What kind of something?"
"The kind you'll enjoy."
Zoltar: honestly, I think I should end it right here.
Rei: snd you should. Because everyone's into this story for TalaxMichi, not BryanxMarisa. That's creepy.
Zoltar: (pouts)
As you guessed, she kissed him. He didn't refuse. And I'ma skip this pare, cuz no one wants to read it.
"You're a fool Bryan." Marisa said. "A damn idiot to think for others when they are plainly capable of thinking for themselves." She tossed him his keys. "Now you are going to sit here, and think about what you've done. Just like some kind of two's years old kid. No driving anywhere though, because I'm not afraid to tackle you."
Bryan glared at her. "No."
"What!" she demanded, livid at his attempt to make her change her mind (even though she already was changing it herself).
"Isn't there a party going on?" he asked.
Marisa cringed and slapped her forehead. "Dammit! I totally forgot!" she pushed him over to the car. "Hurry up and get us back to the house!"
"I thought I was supposed to sit there and think about what I had done!" He mocked her.
"Shut up you bastard!"
Bryan stood still and thought for a moment. "You right, I never knew my father."
Marisa's eyes flashed red. Really P.O.ed "Shut up and get us back there!" she ordered.
"Alright." He said. "But it just proves you don't like spending time with me."
Marisa sighed. "Do you want me to kiss you again?" she asked.
"That'd be nice."
"WELL I'M NOT A NICE PERSON!"
"Leaving."
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"Michi..." Tracy said. Bored with being bored. Or asleep, or whatever I put that she was doing. "Why are you looking for your keys?"
"Because the door's locked." Michelle said.
"That's good enough reason for me to got back to sleep." Mandy said from the bench.
Michelle sighed. "That's it! I give up!" She took out her cell phone. "I'm calling Tala. He'll come and open the door."
Mandy's eyes shot open. "No-no!" She said quickly. "There's no need to do that! Here, I'll help you look. Liz too!"
Liz blinked. "I will?"
Mandy shot her a look that said 'You will or I'll eat you!'
"I mean, I wil!" Liz corrected.
They began searching everything. Even their shoes. And hair. Tracy was sleeping, so they removed her shoes for her. And searched her hair using a chopstick that Mandy had in her purse.
"It's no use you know..." Michelle said sighing. "I've looked everywhere."
A car pulled up into the driveway of the mansion (I've given up calling it a house), Bryan's convertible. So you know who was in it right?
"Why are allof you out here?" Bryan demanded.
"I can't can't find my keeyyss!" Michelle whined.
"Uh-huh." Bryan said. He walked over to the door. "You know there's a spare key behind this plant right?" He asked as he reached behind a plant conviniently placed by the door and produced a key.
"WOW! Bryan, we sure are lucky you came along!" Liz said cantankerously. (Hahaha...cantankerously...)
Bryan just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you sure are." he said. "But you also realize," he turned the knob and pushed the door. It swung open. "That the door wasn't even locked?"
Michelle stood with her mouth wide open. "I-I...thank you." she walked into the house.
"Geez Bryan. Could you have been a little less chivalryless?" Marisa asked, walking over to stand next to him.
Bryan smirked. "I could have let them stay out in the cold while I wen inside and locked the door. Seeing as she couldn't find her keys." he said mockingly.
Marisa sighed. "I think I would have done the same thing lover-boy."
Into the house with all of them they went. And...
Zoltar: alright, now it's stopped.
Rei: good.
review response
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Saya-17: You must really want to dance with Tala, the fairy pony princess. Ha! I'll make sure he's in a beautiful gown!
Tikytikytavvi101: Well, I guess we all have creepy dudes who like us that tend to do disturbing and stupid things to show it. I have Darren. But that's Darren. AAACK! I SAID HIS NAME! (sobs)
Ynn: Yes, eveyone hates me. (sobs again) Not surprised though. I'm a big egotistical freak. But I guess that's not helping my case. Maybe it was a point five chapter. Well, here's the other part. I hope you enjoyed it! Yarrgh!
Zoltar: ah yes, you know the drill. You review, I'm happy and I write another chapter!
