Chapter 12
Some Changes…
Krys: Well, once again, I have taken over the story. Aia's at my house and we've locked ourselves in my room and we're writing like crazy. Enjoy! R&R please!
A week after Oliver, Enrique, Johnny and Robert, Krys had returned to England. Her father specifically asked her to come home. Krys remembered quite clearly her
conversation with her father…
Flashback
The phone in Krys's room rang, she picked it up dejectedly.
"Hello?" she said in a dull voice.
"Hello Krys. What's wrong? You don't sound well," asked her father. Krys let out a sigh of annoyance. She did not need her father's meddling at the moment.All the same, the news was sure to please him.
"Enrique and I broke up…" she replied reluctantly. Her dad tried to sound sympathetic but failed.
"Oh, I'm really sorry to hear it," This remark cause his daughter to regain some of her old spark.
"Sorry? What do you mean you're sorry?" Krys asked heatedly.
"Okay, so I'm a little glad," he said.
"A little?" Krys asked raising an eyebrow at the reciever.
"Okay, a lot." Sometimes it really didn't pay to have an extrememly persceptive daughter. "Anything else I should be informed of?" he asked with a sigh. Krys genuinely smiled. He would not be expecting what was to come. She chuckled softly.
"…Oliver asked me out…and…I said yes…" she said and waited for a response. After a short silence she got one, there was a soft 'thud'. Krys assumed that her father had dropped the phone out of shock. She guessed right. In the background she heard her dad whoop happily. Someone picked up the receiver. It was her mother.
"Honey? Sorry…your father is just a little…happy…at the moment," Krys's mother said.
"Y-eah…" Krys trailed off. Her father came around after a few minutes, his tone serious.
"Krys, I want you to come back home. You'll continue your education here," he said, leaving no room for argument.
"Okay?"
"Excellent." And her dad hung up. Leaving Krys to stare at the phone in confusion. Without warning, her loneliness came back, washing over her. She went to sleep early.
End of Flashback
Now she was on a return flight to England.Within an hour or two, she was back home. Her father was waiting for her with a warm smile and open arms. Krys gave him a hug but couldn't help but feel a little suspicious that he had some alterior motive behind all of this.
"Now Krys, go inside and freshen up. Your luggage will be taken care of," he said ushering her inside. In the hall her mother was waiting for her.
"Oh Krys! I'm so glad you came back!" said the older woman giving her daughter a crushing hug.
"Nice to see you too mother…" Krys managed to say through squeezed lungs. Her mother realized this and let go, giving Krys a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Welcome home Krysie." Krys tried to stop the impulsive shudder at the nickname.
"Hey mother, do you know what father is doing?" As she expected, the answer was a vague one.
"Hmm, oh that. You'll be soon to find out. Now hurry up, run along," her mom said with a smile and a wave of her hand.
The very first day that Kiara had seen Kai, Aia immediately knew that this would be an obsession that would last for years. She had no proof but she firmly believed that Kai was something that Kiara would not give up on any time soon. Well, Aia received her proof the very next day after the tournament that had created the Bladebreakers. Aia was still recovering from the shock, the sudden change of Kiara's room. A few minutes ago Aia was calling Kiara down to have lunch. Mr. and Mrs. Miori and Kovu had gone grocery shopping so they had the house to themselves.
"Hey Kiara! Lunch is ready!" Aia yelled up the staircase. She heard a faint 'coming' and took that as answer enough. But after 15 minutes, Aia began to wonder what the hell Kiara was doing. So she decided to go upstairs to Kiara's room. Out of politeness, she knocked on the door.
"What is it?" came Kiara's voice.
"Hey, lunch has been ready since 15 minutes ago. Are you coming or not!" Aia asked exasperated.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be coming soon." Kiara's voice sounded way too calm and dreamy for Kiara to be in her normal state. Despite the protests from the other girl, Aia opened the door and just stopped moving. There was a stunned silence.
"Good God Kiara. What the hell did you do? Your room…it's…it's…" Aia whispered in a hushed voice.
"It's a Kai shrine!" And Kiara wasn't joking. Everything and litterally everything was Kai. There were posters, dolls, pillows, pictures, figurines, curtains, replicas of his clothes. EVERYTHING! KAI! Aia stood there for two more minutes, just trying to take the Kai-ness of it all. Then, in a quick movement, she walked out the room and shut the door. One could hear her feet thudding down the stairs and hear her muttering profanities under her breath.
Now Aia was sitting on the couch in the living room. She needed to get away from that room, she had resolved never to enter it…ever again. She heard Kiara coming down the stairs to eat her lunch.
"Aww, c'mon Aia. It's not as bad as you think," Kiara said pretending to be innocent. It didn't work.
"Kiara, that's an obsession! We should get you to see a doctor. By the way, where in the world did you get all that stuff within the past 24 hours?" Aia asked. She could not even begin to imagine how Kiara had gotten all that stuff moments after she'd seen the dude.
"Haha, well you see…Oh, I think that's Kovu!" Kiara said running off. The typical excuse to run away. But then again, Aia decided that she didn't want to know. She then turned on the t.v. to watch the live beyblade tournaments and in a few minutes, Kiara came in running, shouting Kai. 'These are going to be long years…' Aia thought to herself, smacking herself on the forehead.
It only took Krys half an hour to freshen up. Once prim and proper, she began to look for her father. After a minute or two, she found him in the entrance hall talking to who seemed to be a sixteen year old boy. Since she had not been seen yet, Krys decided to take a detour to the kitchen and grab something to drink. With drink in hand, she headed back in the general direction of the entrance hall. This time, her father noticed her.
"There you are Krys. Come over here, there's someone I want you to meet," her father said with a smile. Krys raised an eyebrow. She was liking this less and less. "Krys," her father began, positioning his daughter in front of him. He held her gently by the shoulders. "This young man here is an excellent blader. A real jack-of-all-trades. His name is Hiro. If you've been watching tournaments lately, he's Tyson's older brother. He's sixteen but like I said, he blades like a pro and is an excellent student." Krys was looking Hiro up and down, sizing him up. She had a look that showed she didn't really care. All the while she was drinking her Iced Tea. "Krys," said her father finally, "He is to be your mentor." At that, Krys choked on her drink. The news completely startling her. It took her a moment to get her breathing back to normal. Hiro couldn't help but smirk at her difficulty.
"Mentor?" Krys managed to croak.
"Yes, mentor. Someone who educates you. In this case it will be school and beyblading. Before long you should be able to participate in solo tournaments." Her father's tone left no room for arguing but she protested anyway.
"But, he's only sixteen! And what do I need a mentor for? Greek school was just fine. And I didn't want to go in solo tournaments! I wanted to go along with Oliver, Enrique, Johnny and Robert!"
"Krys…" For once Mr. Clearwater glared at his daughter. Krys immediately understood that she had reached her limit and possibly have passed it. She let out an angry sigh and ran down random halls of that level, using any means to lose them as quickly as possible. Her father had predicted this behaviour because she heard his trailing voice.
"Your learning with Hiro begins tomorrow at 9:30 in the morning. Don't forget!" That last part had a false cheery note to it. This was too much. First the team, then Oliver, now this. What next! Hadn't she put up with enough? Obviously not.
Krys: Well, there's another chapter. Hope you liked it. Don't forget to review!