Obsession
"Hillary, just come on!" Tyson nagged, dragging the brunette girl along the road toward the river, followed by a neko-jin Chinese boy with wild catlike eyes, an American blond boy with puppy dog blue eyes that scanned wildly, the few freckles surrounding his nose faded in the sunlight, and a small brunette boy, jogging, one hand fixing his wide framed glasses.
"Tyson, where are we going!" the girl cried.
"As far away from Daichi as possible!" Tyson, a teenage boy with a dark blue ponytail hidden under his red and white baseball cap and excited maroon eyes. The other boys laughed, all but the Chinese boy, who had stopped all of a sudden. A distant hum came from the banks of the river just beyond the bridge in front of them.
"Do you guys hear that?" he asked them. The blonde stopped and looked at him, and then heard it.
"Yeah. What do you think it is, Ray?" he asked.
Tyson and the girl then stopped just a few yards from the bridge, and a curious smile formed across Tyson's mouth. "It's a beybattle!" he cried excitedly. "Let's go see!"
The last boy, Kenny, was panting as he tried to catch up to them, but they started running again. He groaned, and then they stopped again, staring down the grass toward the river. He caught up to them, and looked down. Then a gasp escaped his lips. Ray, the neko-jin, slid down the grass gently and then got a better view. Two teenagers were beybattling. One he immediately recognized, the other not at all.
The one he did recognize was jumping through the air elegantly, his golden blond braid and spiky bangs sparkling magnificently in the last bit of light left from the sun, as well as his matching bird mask with four ruby red eyes. He jumped back, his teal beyblade mimicking him.
His opponent, though, was a girl the Chinese boy did not recognize. Tall, long, silky black hair, long slender legs stretching from a pair of light blue shorts that were rolled up to reveal her thighs. Long arms stretched out, yet bent so her small delicate hands could rest on her waist, which was perfectly curved around a small abdomen. Her silver eyes glared at the battle she was now caught in, her ample chest raising in excitement, stretching her black tank top even more. The sun gleamed down on her mocha-tanned flesh, making her more beautiful in the light. She looked up from the battle, which seemed to show she was winning, to spot Ray.
"You might want to watch out for my sketchpad right there by your foot!" she called. He looked down and saw it, opened to reveal a picture of two shadows embracing and kissing in a wood background. She drew that? She was really good. He looked back up when a familiar voice called to him.
"Hey, Ray, nice to see you again!" The blond Egyptian waved to Ray for a moment before returning to his battle. Man, was Mystel being whipped by that girl! What strength! What power!
"Whoa! Who's the girl beating Mystel!" Tyson asked Ray as he and the others joined Ray. He had to pick up the sketchpad quickly as Hillary fell into the grass, nearly wrecking it.
"Wow. She's good!" Max said, referring toward the beybattle, while Tyson was looking over Ray's shoulder at the pictures. Kenny was watching the battle intensely, while Hillary was cheering for the girl.
Suddenly, Mystel jumped into the air, his last shot to win. "Ocean Javelin!" he yelled. The demon of water appeared before them, leaving them in awe, and the girl was impressed. But then she crossed her arms over her chest and a sinister smile crossed her face.
"Ra! Light of the Sun! Attack!" she cried. Suddenly, her beyblade began to glow a bright white, a figure suddenly began to emerge from inside it. A screeching sound then filled the air. Like the cry of Kai's Dranzer, but more beautiful. Then the light disappeared, and they all found themselves staring up into a golden phoenix in the sky, and standing on top of its golden head was the girl, smiling sinisterly.
"Whoa! Is that a bitbeast?" Tyson yelled, falling over the stones in the ground.
"It's so big! It's can't be!" Max yelled.
"It's so beautiful!" Hillary cried. Apparently Mystel agreed, because he was staring endlessly at the bird. Then the girl jumped off its head as it dived toward the water demon. Mystel jumped out of the way, but he had lost the beybattle. The phoenix disappeared, and FD was falling through the air.
It was at least a 50-foot drop. The girl had her eyes closed and was silent as she fell, as if she didn't care what happened. Then she felt her body being swept to the side slightly, and felt warm arms surround her as she and her savior landed perfectly on the ground, her still in his arms. Not wanting to look into the azure blue eyes that had hypnotized her so many times, she pulled out of the arms and stepped back from them, a sweet smile crossing her face.
"Thanks, Mystel," she said, finally looking back up into those azure blue eyes. He smiled shyly, then looked up to the others.
"Hey, Mystel, who's your friend!" Ray asked, and the light winter blush crowded the girl's face, and the same thing happened to Mystel, yet the both of them laughed in a pleasant mood. That was fun. Really fun. They both enjoyed it.
"So, who are you again?" Tyson asked. They were inside his family's dojo, in a circle, each one of them had their legs crossed and smiling, remembering the enormous beybattle they had just witnessed.
"The name's Rika, but please call me FD. I don't like my name," the girl said, stretching her arms forward in a sexy way, making the guys watch, interest held solid in their eyes. Mystel smiled at her, then noticed that everyone was staring at him. He should explain.
"I met her a week ago," he told the whole story to them, leaving out the fact that he wanted to see her again and the kiss and how he felt about her. FD didn't really seem all that bothered that he told them about her private hot springs that she owned. In fact, while she listened, she had to stretch her legs forward and then quickly refolded them under her, catching a few looks from the others.
"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, Hillary. I can leave, if you want me to," she said, noticing Hillary's jealous stare. Hillary blushed slightly, then a sincere smile crossed her face when she noticed FD did care about how she felt.
"No, it's okay. I'm fine. If I can handle Ming-Ming, I can handle anything," she said happily.
"Well, I've never heard or seen such a beautiful thing in my life!" cried an excited, hyperactive boy, folding his dark tan legs that stretched from a pair of faded, and torn jeans under him. His wild red hair bounced up and down on his head. He looked at FD, who blushed, then giggled. Hillary came up behind him and whacked him with a fan.
"Remember your manners, Daichi!" Hillary yelled.
"Hey! What the hell was that for!"
"For being rude!"
"Rude! You're the one going around, hitting people on the head!"
FD giggled slightly, Mystel joining her. They smiled at each other, and then looked away, a slight red on both their faces. Then she sighed and pulled her hair back with her hands, but realizing she had nothing to hold it back, she groaned softly. But Mystel noticed what she was trying to do and pulled out the very ribbon she had used to bandage his leg from deep inside his clothes. The black ribbon with white lining. He held it out to her, and a wide smile appeared, glistening white teeth shining.
"You kept it!" she said. She carefully took it into her hand and used it to tie back her hair. She smiled as she tied the ribbon tightly, her long hair now back into a high ponytail. The guys stared with interest, all but Mystel, who was no longer interested in her like that. Now, there was something else to it. Yeah, she was beautiful. Gorgeous, even. But…it wasn't that that turned him on.
Then he noticed the sudden tiredness in her eyes and voice as she talked. She seemed somewhat distant when someone started talking to her. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she looked at him, her eyes narrowed in a lazy expression.
"Come with me," he said. He waved bye to everyone and the two of them left and walked from the dojo into the street. "I'll walk you home. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine," she said. She stifled a yawn, exhausted. They had been there since the sun went down, and now it was so late that most of the city was darker than Brooklyn's bitbeast, Zeus. The moon was full and hung high in the sky, stars surrounding it and glittering the dark sky. Who knew the galaxy was so dark and distant? He couldn't help but stare at it. She smiled at how cute that was. She found her hand drifting closer to his, but no touching.
Mystel smiled as he noticed what she was trying to do. It was so cute. A childish smile crossed her face, and he allowed his fingers to lace around hers. A small blush formed around her cheeks, but it quickly faded when she realized there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He liked her, and that was natural. She needed to return that emotion. And she did.
As they approached the darkened woods, they slowed their pace slightly, careful not to awaken some slumbering animals. As they came closer to the hot springs, FD found her instincts taking over forcefully. She drew him a little closer to the hot springs, then broke from his grip, and, with one hand stroking the other side of his face, she leaned forward and placed a passionate kiss on his cheek. The heat under his eyes grew strong, and she then gently broke away and fluttered her eyes at him as she took off into the woods, leaving the blushing Mystel standing there, touching the cheek in which she had kissed him.
