Chapter two: A match met.
The party was well over. Everyone but one was fast asleep in their beds; all but Isis. Her dark figure wandered through the woods nearby. In her hand her launcher and beyblade. She needed to fit in some training hours.
She reached her favorite clearing. Even in the moonlight her spot was perfect. The trees swaying gently in the warm breeze and the odd patch of brightly colored flowers that were scattered among the place in unsystematic places.
She walked up to the cut trunk of one of the trees. The middle part had been carved out by her and Tyson when they were younger. She smiled fondly at the memories.
"You shouldn't be out so late." A voice behind her made her flinch, she turned around to see who it was; no-one was there.
"Who's there?" She asked, her hand gripping her launcher. She turned around again; then fell back in shock. It was Kai; he grabbed the hand she had sent sprawling out helping her regain her balance.
"Like I said, you shouldn't be out so late." He repeated to her in his quiet manner, she scowled.
"I can look after myself thank you very much." She told him. He raised his eyebrow at her, she blushed.
"Yeah... Well, you caught me off guard." She muttered.
"What are you doing out here so late?" He asked, leaning against the nearest tree.
"I need some practice. I'm trying out for this new team in the morning. I'm sick of being solo." She admitted.
"It's a way of life."
"A pain in the backside you mean. Why live a life of pain alone if you can endure the same journey with friends, a one you're all going to take anyway?" She told him. He stared at her, for all his life of solitude he had never seen it like that before. "So how come you left the party tonight?" She changed the subject.
"I don't belong there."
"Oh, you mean you left three years ago and everyone now and then you check up on them to see if they're okay. It figures." She shrugged her shoulders as though she understood. She noticed his eyes, softening. "I got a year's intensive of psychology. Like it's useful." She added, rolling her eyes. "So are you here?" She asked him.
"None of your business." He told her, she snorted.
"Whatever." She told him, beginning to walk away. He grabbed her arm.
"Don't go." He told her. Her eyes, which had grown sharp, softened.
"Okay." She walked over to a tree and sat down, resting her back on the trunk. "So why are you really here?" She asked him once more. He was quiet for a while before answering.
"Mr. Dickinson." He muttered; she caught them despite the quietness of his words.
"That man works in mysterious ways." She smiled. "I take it he wants you back on the Bladebreakers." He nodded.
"We need five blading members for some tour he wants us to go on."
"But the Bladebreakers only have four members..." She trailed off, realizing he already knew. She was glad it was dark, her face was scarlet.
They were quiet for a while, not really knowing what to say. It was Isis who finally broke the silence.
"I'd better go back. Do you what to..." She trailed off suggestively, he nodded. They both got up and started walking back towards the dojo. There was still that awkward silence between them as the two didn't know what to say.
They finally reached the dojo, stopping as they reached the gates.
"Well, I'll see you." She mumbled.
"Yeah, bye." He muttered, disappearing into the night. She stood there for a moment before regaining her senses and going to bed, cursing herself for not training at all that day.
"Come on little dudes! Time for breakfast!" The gong went once more. Tyson's grandpa shouted out amidst the sound of the banging. Everyone groaned, especially Isis, who had only just gotten to sleep less than an hour ago.
"One more hour grandpa! I'm dieing in here!" She called out sleepily.
"No way dudette! You're getting up to! You don't wanna spoil your first day of training do yeh?"
"Grandpa! I've just traveled across half the world!" She shouted back.
"Fine, fine. Have it your way. I'll give you one more hour." He told her. She slid open her door, yawning.
"To late now. I'm up." She told him crossly. She walked down into the bathroom before any of the lads got up. Turning on the shower and getting in.
The rest woke up, queuing to use the bathroom for what seemed to be a lifetime.
"Aw man Isis! You're just as bad as Hilary! Come on out!" Tyson moaned, banging on the door.
"Wait your turn Ty, you'll live." She called back; the rest frowned, grumbling to themselves.
When Isis finally did get out she emerged with just a towel wrapped around her body and one wrapped around her hair. Max and Ray found it hard not to stare as she walked down the corridor regardless, not really bothered by their gawking.
She dressed herself in a simple string top and hot pants, along with a pair of sandals, not the flimsy kind tourists wear but the real kind that stay on your feet while you're walking. She dried her hair and brushed it, styling it in Zulu knots and applied her make up, not much, just enough to make her eyes look dark and mysterious.
"Hey Isis, we're going down to Max's for a while. Wanna come?" It was Tyson, popping his head around the door the same style he did when they were younger.
"Sure, I'll be right there." She smiled, "Oh, wait! Is Hilary going? I promised her we'll go shopping some time."
"Shopping? Er, I dunno. I'll ask Kenny." He disappeared for a moment. "Hey Kenny! Is Hilary there?" It caused a few laughs among them.
"Yes I am here Tyson!" Suspicion crowding in her voice. "What for?" Isis saved him from a major embarrassment.
"We are going shopping this morning Hil!" Isis called out, grabbing her bag and walking out. She grinned and hugged Hilary. "Maybe tomorrow okay guys? I've got some business to attend to this afternoon." She told them. She and Hilary waved good bye and set off to catch a bus.
