Crazy
"Spill, Mystel, where were u!"Hitoshi demanded towards Mystel. He just shrugged it off and entered the BEGA building, interested in what he should tell the others. Ming-Ming would freak out if he told her that he met another girl. Garland would probably just encourage him to start a relationship. Brooklyn wouldn't even care, probably, and Crusher would go all soft. So he made up his mind. No tell.
But that ended up being a major problem when he found Garland walking toward him, someone accompanying him. Who was it? Tall, slender, short brown hair, hazel eyes, a light face, a little too skinny. Alexis! What was she doing here?
"Garland!" Mystel called.
"Hey, Mystel, what's up? I'm sure you've met our newest BEGA member, Alexis Perez," Garland spoke.
Mystel glared at the blushing Alexis. What was she trying to do? Something about her the blond didn't trust, but that had to hide quickly when the kick boxer's solid, cold eyes smiled at Alexis.
"Listen, Alexis, if you're not doing anything later, maybe you would like to hand out?" Garland, asked. Alexis smiled.
"Sure. Later, though. I have to return home and tell Rika about this. Maybe I could get her to join. She's a strong blader," Alexis spoke. "She's the only one in our whole family with a bitbeast."
"Really? What kind?" Mystel asked curiously. She neglected to tell him that. In fact, he didn't even know she was a blader.
"I don't know. It's white and kind of looks like a bird. She doesn't use it much. Only against that weird Russian dude that challenged her to have some fun. He was kind of cute," Alexis said, her face blushing. "We never got his name, though. But, man, he was strong."
"I'll see if I can get some info on her. Maybe she would be a reliable member to BEGA?" Garland said.
"If you're gonna dig up data on her, look under FD, not Rika. Almost everyone calls her that," Alexis said. Then she walked past Mystel, shooting him a flirty look, and exits the building. Then the blond stared at the kick boxer angrily.
"What!" Garland asked.
"What was that all about?" Mystel asked.
"Nothing. I think Alexis is kind of cute," Garland said.
"I don't trust her. Nothing personal, there's just something about her I don't like," Mystel explained.
"There was something about Crusher you didn't like. Then you got used to him. Just relax, Mystel. All will be fine," Garland spoke. Then he turned and walked deeper into the building.
"Hey! Rika! RIKA!" Alexis screamed, banging her fists on the door leading into her stepsister's room, the rock music of Maroon 5 blasting even through the sound-proof door. Alexis shook her head. Why on Earth did Chuck let her have the sound proof room? He and her mom needed it more than she did. Alexis could've used it better than her. But no, they had to find a way to keep her from blasting out everyone in the house.
"RIKA! RIKA! OPEN UP!" Alexis yelled. The music suddenly stopped and the door opened to reveal the tall girl dressed in a black tank top and a pair of light blue shorts rolled up to reveal her long slender legs and a pair of black tennis shoes.
"What is it, squirt?" she asked Alexis, calling her the most annoying name of all that she called her since they were little.
"Um…Mystel wants you to join the BEGA association.
"Really? Did he say why?" FD asked. Alexis shook her head. She noticed that winter blush appear beneath her stepsister's eyes. Poor Rika. She was in love, and she denied it. That wasn't natural. Alexis also knew that Mystel was in love also.
"Listen, I was also wondering if I could borrow one of your outfits. I'm going out tonight," Alexis said.
"Yeah, of course. I gotta go to the river, anyway," FD said. She left her room and Alexis smiled as she entered it to look through her sister's closet.
The soft, cooling wind relaxed the blond boy. He stared out at the riverbank, lost in thought. He pulled back his golden mask and allowed the setting sun to shine into his azure blue eyes. The river sparkled elegantly as it calmly streamed through the banks, and beneath the bridge. It was a calming scenery, the sunlight casting the once blue sky in a gorgeous orange-red light. He sighed softly, feeling his mind calm suddenly. Then he looked down and saw someone lying in the grass, arms propped under their head, staring up at the cloudless sky. Their mocha-tanned face was framed elegantly by luscious black strands. Their long, slender legs stretched out from a pair of light blue shorts that were rolled up to reveal their slender thighs, one leg bent, knee pointing to the sky, and the other stretched out, black tennis shoe pointing toward the water. The black tank top they wore stretched across their ample chest that remained perfectly still, even as they breathed softly. Their silver eyes just starred up into the orange color of the sky in a dreamy gaze, their perfectly formed red lips parted slightly, a slight rosy pink forming along their cheeks due to the cool breeze given by the river flowing calmly.
The blond approached the woman, and she looked up with a smile. "Hey, Mystel." Her smile was perfect, her lips parted slightly to reveal a few glistening white teeth. He smiled back.
"Ming if I join you?" he asked. She nodded slightly, and he took a seat next to her. "You know, lately you seem to be hanging around a lot of beautiful places."
"It's my hobby," the female spoke softly. "I try to find the most beautiful moments, the most beautiful places, and permanent them within my sketchbook. The memories never fade of the pleasant times."
"When I first met you, I kind of went through your sketchbook. You're a beautiful artist, you know. I found one picture that had me in it," the blond spoke. The woman looked up at him curiously.
"Really? Show me," she reached beside her toward her sketchpad and handed it to him. He flipped through the pages to find the one he had seen, and he noticed there were a couple of new and beautiful drawings. He found it and showed it to her, who was still on her back, staring up at the sky. He pointed to the four eyes hidden in the shadow, and a small smile crossed her face.
"I drew that two weeks ago. I didn't know that was you, even to now."
The blond pointed to his mask, which was now on his lap. She looked at it and then back to the picture and smiled.
"I had no clue. Kind of cool now that I know."
"Yeah, it is."
He began flipping through the pages, and found another picture that caught his eye. It was of the woods surrounding the hot springs. The shading showed that the sun was high over them. But in the center, the main attraction, was two shadows, embracing, and what looked like kissing. He stared at it for a while, and then looked down at the girl, who had closed her eyes, and then looked back. It was dated to last week, the day they met. It even had a time. She had drawn it after they had met. He smiled and then looked back at her.
She was so beautiful. Her long black hair spread out under her. The sweet scent of roses aroused from her, sweet, delicate, soft fragrance. He smiled and touched her hair. It was like silk itself. Soft, nice, gentle, ran through his hands like water. He combed his fingers through it, not touching any tangles or knots. Her hair was so perfect. So sweet. So soft. So gentle. He found his hand moving up toward her face, yet he couldn't stop.
Her skin was so soft, so warm, so delicate, yet tight and strong. His hand moved from her cheek downward toward her lips, yet he quickly pulled away when she stirred and opened her eyes. "Mystel, what were you doing?" she asked suspiciously.
"N-nothing," the blond stammered. The girl smiled, and then sat up. Her hand drifted slightly to his and her nails stroked his flesh on top of his hand gently. He smiled slightly, and then looked away, pulling his hand away.
"What's the matter, Mystel? You afraid to play?" the female asked him sexily. The blond cleared his throat, a light blush forming around his eyes. The girl smiled, then stood up and stretched out her limbs and yawned. She then looked down at him, eyes narrowed slightly in a sexy way, the hem of her tank top rising slightly to reveal her mocha-tanned abdomen. The blond couldn't help but look up at it for a slight second, and then looked away, heat rising on his face.
"Come on, Mystel, I wanna show you something," she said slyly. She walked toward the bank and pulled out a fancy, black launcher from her back pocket and a black Beyblade from her front pocket. He looked at how she smiled, and then up into her eyes.
"A beybattle?" he asked. She smiled shyly, then loaded her blade and launched it toward him. He ducked quickly as it flew over his head.
"Come on. Play with me, Mystel!" she insisted. He looked up at her, his azure eyes sparkling with excitement. He stood up and pulled out his launcher. But he hesitated. Something was telling him not to accept her challenge. A voice in the back of his head, nagging him, telling him not to battle, not to accept. Alexis voice was echoing in the distant.
"She's the only one in our whole family who has a bitbeast….It's white and kind of looks like a bird…. She doesn't use it much…." Was he scared of her bitbeast? The way Alexis described it, it seemed beautiful, but…when she said FD didn't use it much, that was kind of a hint. Was it too powerful to control? Was it too weak to use it? What?
Only one way to find out, Mystel thought to himself. And as he withdrew his beyblade, that voice yelled in his head. "Don't battle her! Don't accept her challenge! Trust me on that! It's not worth it!" That voice was deep, calming, yet demonic. Mystel lowered his launcher slightly, until he looked back up into the girl's eyes. Sparkling with encouragement and excitement.
"Come on, Mystel, play with me!" she cried innocently, almost like a child. Did he dare? Did he really want to risk it, whatever it was? The way she looked at him was too much. Like she was expecting something. Expecting something amazing.
That look he couldn't ignore. He shot out his slingshot-like shooter and Beyblade and launched it. "Poseidon!" he called out. He shot up into the air and his blade mimicked him. He looked down and saw a faint look of interest in the girl's eyes.
"Poseidon? That's your bitbeast?" she asked. Was she unimpressed or interested. He wanted to know.
"Um, yeah?"
A small smile crossed her face. A smile of interest. "Poseidon, the ancient Greek god of water and earthquakes. Brother of Zeus, on of the first generations of Olympians, and is sometimes portrayed as a violent God that causes earthquakes. Sometimes seen like a demon due to his violent behavior," she recited. Mystel was impressed.
"Wow. You've done your homework," he said, landing on his hands, and tossing himself back. He landed on his feet elegantly, and then his blade did the same thing.
"Not a lot of people are interested in the ancient legends of some places. So I took it up as one of my hobbies to study as much about the legends of different places as much as I can. For instance, I read that in Egyptian legends, Anubis, the god of mummification, got his jackal head due to a war where he was decapitated. When he became a god, they replaced his head with the jackal's," she spoke.
Mystel's azure blue eyes widened beneath his mask, which he had put back on. He always did wear it during either a battle or whenever he wanted to. Smiling slightly, he jumped back up into the air, and her beyblade suddenly mimicked him and hit his without any effort at all, yet it was strong enough to make his beyblade roll in the grass, but it recovered.
"Whoa," Mystel whispered slightly. That kind of power he never saw before inside of anyone besides Brooklyn. He looked at the girl, who was smiling mischievously. Was she the new age champion, or an enemy in disguise?
