Max's Letter
"Hey guys, I'm in America! Big surprise…I heard on the TV there's another tournament coming up, I won't be able to make it. I hope you don't mind, but I sent my friend, Christie, as a replacement. She's okay, but she has been talking about something to do with-"
Right as Rei was about to finish reading the letter to everyone, a girl burst into the room. She stopped, eyed each Bladebreaker carefully, examining them with a critical eye. A grin spread on her face as she approached the team captain and said, "Hey! You're the leader, right?"
"-Kai" Rei finished.
Tyson burst into laughter. The girl stopped, turned, and gave a quizzical look towards Tyson. She turned to Rei. "What is he doing?"
Rei whispered something to Kai. The bluenette raised an eyebrow. With a nod, he set off toward another door.
Rei re-read the letter to himself.
Hey guys, I'm in America! Big surprise…I heard on the TV there's another tournament coming up, I won't be able to make it. I hope you don't mind, but I sent my friend, Christie, as a replacement. She's okay, but she has been talking about something that has to do with Kai. She's carrying around a list that her and her friends poured over for hours writing stuff down. I don't know what it is. Good luck with the tournament!
Max
Christie, noticing with uncomfortableness the silence, snatched the letter from the Chinese boy.
"DAMN HIM! HOW'D HE KNOW!"
"Whatsit say?" Tyson said, taking the letter from her.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!"
The girl mumbled to herself, stalked over to a corner, and sat down, fuming.
Hilary came in through the front door of the dojo. "Tyson, what are you doi-"
She noticed Christie. "Who's she?" She said with distaste. The girl scowled at her, then said, "Tyson's sister."
"He doesn't have a sister!"
"Does too."
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Does NOT!"
"Then who am I?"
"I don't know! Fangirl? Neighbor?" She caught her breath and turned to Tyson. "MY REPLACEMENT!"
Tyson was laughing so hard he couldn't answer. Rei, not wanting to die, said softly, "She's here to fill in for Max, he won't make it for the next tournament."
"I knew you weren't Tyson's sister!" She sneered. The girl said something incomprehensible.
"What was that?"
"Nothing…"Christie said, thinking of ways to piss this weirdo off, or at least get her to leave.
"I know you said something."
"I said, 'Don't worry, I'm not here to steal your boyfriend from you.'"
"He is not my boyfriend!"
"Really? Are you serious? You have no relationship with him at all other than being his friend?"
"Yes..."
"Ok then," Christie said, getting up and sitting next to Tyson, who had stopped laughing and was watching this battle with enthusiasm.
"What are you doing!" Hilary yelled in shock.
"Talking to your just- a- friend- not- a- boyfriend- who- is- single."
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
"Ooo, jealous?"
"THAT IS HARASSMENT!"
"I'm just sitting next to him." She retorted. She was just kidding, but this was supposed to come to an end by now.
"Jealousy…" She sang. It was Rei's turn to laugh. He stopped short because Hilary was glaring daggers at him. Seeing yet another chance to tick this brunette off, Christie got up and strolled over to Rei. "You know you look like a cat?" She said, putting an arm around his shoulders. "You're really cute." Rei turned a faint red, and Hilary exploded:
"GET OFF HIM! REPLACEMENT OR NOT, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HIT ON THIS TEAM!" She screamed, pouncing on the girl. Christie fake-screamed and dived toward a door that she thought would lead to a kitchen. She opened it and shut it just before Hilary's fists nailed it.
Christie looked around. It was the kitchen. She examined looked for a window or some sort of exit. And there, sitting on a stool, sipping something from a mug, was the Russian, staring at her and the noise behind the door. She grinned evilly. The teen gave her a why- are- you- grinning- at- me- like- a- psycho- and- what- the- hell- is- banging- on- the- door- look. "Hey…" She called, making her way towards him and pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket. "I need to ask you-"
With the sound of a roaring tiger (literally), Hilary burst into the room. Christie fell, knocked over a pitcher of red liquid, and attempted to scramble to a window, but a foot caught her in the back. She winced, grabbed the legs of a stool, and threw it as hard as she could toward the owner of the foot. Hilary screamed and fell backwards. As Christie was getting up, Tyson and Rei ran into the room seeing both girls covered in the Kool-Aid or whatever it was. Rei walked away, rubbing his forehead, while Tyson stood with his mouth open in awe. "Do you really-"
"Nah, I was just kidding. You have to put up with that every day?"
