HEYZ! Reyan here! I've been ITCHING to get my hands on this ficcy for so bloody long! ... School may have momentarily divided me, Araceil and Mikaze, but ohhh, lemme tell ya, we be back with a vengeance !
Araceil: …Oo;;
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o.o -;;……sha, guys, thanks for your support. Neway-
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…well, they didn't have to know that, now did they . ;;
Araceil: ahhh shet ap and start the fic already.
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It was a beautiful morning; the skies were shimmering brightly, illuminated by the blazing sunlight. The robins and jaybird tweeted their song for all the world to see. Even the nearly bare autumn trees seemed inviting. In a whole, the day seemed to resonate with a comfortable, homely, warm aura. It was paradise.
And Renkae hated it.
It was as if Mother Nature was glimmering so brightly just to spite the blue-haired girl.
Renkae raised her eyes to glare at the trees where most of the singing seemed to be coming from, and as if on cue all the happy chirping ceased immediately. The frustrated teen nodded her head in satisfaction as she continued to hobble down the leaf-filled sidewalk. She had just exited from the hospital two days ago. It took the bluenette a while to allow the doctors to go near her, but turns out, Renkae's pretty cooperative when you dose her with anaesthetics. She had left with a foot in a cast, a new grim outlook at forced drugs, and a pair of shiny new metallic crutches; a gift from a sympathetic Alexis. That had been two days ago…and she still didn't know how to use the damn things!
"God damn it! These things need a bloody instruction manual or something!" She exclaimed exasperatedly, making her scowl look more like a pout and her cry more like a whine. She groaned audibly as she nearly lost her delicate footing once again, saving herself from crashing into the harsh concrete sidewalk just in the nick of time. Things just really weren't going her way today.
Renkae heaved a dramatic sigh as she tried to subtly adjust the weight off her injured and encased foot. The sigh quickly turned into a high-pitched squeak as she roughly crashed onto the hard concrete. Why couldn't she have been walking on the dead grass in the park?
"AURGH! I do NOT believe this!" She moaned loudly, ignoring the curious looks she was attracting from the few other pedestrians surrounding her. "Bloody well screw it, I should've known! This is my life!"
Sitting up slowly, she reached for her crutches with her tanned hand. A fierce scowl had implanted itself on her face, despite the fact the she almost felt like crying. But only a little, and in a place where no one would EVER see her. Ever; Renkae does NOT cry. Everything was just going so…wrong…so totally and utterly wrong. Worst of all, no matter what she did, things only seemed to get worse.
When she accepted Carlos' challenge, she ended up injuring herself and getting her cosy little underground team with the ignorant professional League, which ended in disaster.
Then, when she searched for information on Mr. Dickinson's disappearance, she ultimately caused Aya's…temporary insanity, leaving three casualties in the hospital from the good teams and good knows how many from the not-so-good. Renkae knew it was foolish to blame herself for what happened…but she couldn't help it…
Instead of crying, she opted for muttering a few choice words at the concrete before she tried to pick herself off the floor. She didn't even notice the oddly familiar head of navy hair watching her amusedly.
Kane sighed, walking down the street casually with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Usually, he liked to look at his surroundings when he left the training facility, which was rare indeed, but this time he couldn't be bothered. He was restless.
His eyelids were dropped in boredom as he continued his stroll, thinking up numerous ways to torture his team during today's ritual training.
'Those stupid wankers don't even appreciate what they've got! You'd think they'd wait at LEAST a week before they destroyed our months storage of practice blades, but nooo,' He thought acidly, musing over his teams reckless and idiotic behaviour.
His spiked azure hair swayed slightly as a calm warm breeze wafted by him. Dramatically, he turned and faced the direction the wind was running to, glaring at the air in front of him in an overly theatrical way. His lean tall body stiffened as a fiercer and colder wind swept passed him. Why was he on his guard because of wind…?
Turning himself back into his original direction, he flinched slightly as a gleam of sunlight bounced of some metallic surface to attack him square in the eyes. He swiftly took out a pair of dark onyx shades to shield his sensitive teal eyes, but before he could adjust the glasses accordingly, he silently drank up the sight before him. A comical sight indeed.
A dark blue-haired girl was sprawled on the floor, what seemed to be her crutches were spread out at distances somewhat beyond her reach. She seemed to be…talking to herself as she sneered, looking as if someone had just stabbed her in the back. The most ironic part of the whole situation was that he seemed to remember her from somewhere in a remote part of his brain.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose smoothly before striding forward in his cockiest stance yet.
Renkae glared at the floor. She had just stopped muttering under her breath when she noticed the dull pad of a shoe on the cement. Looking up, she flushed furiously when she saw a pair of scuffed sneakers right in front of her, holding her crutches…
'Oh sure, God, couldn't you choose an even MORE embarrassing moment to have people notice me?' She thought to herself sourly.
Dropping her eyes to the floor again, she made sure her bangs covered her face, hoping the stranger would leave the crutches and walk away. But when she saw a masculine outstretched hand, she shrugged before accepting it skeptically. She looked up to thank the mysterious Boy Scout-like do gooder, but her voice had gotten stuck in her throat. Where had she seen those eyes before…
He felt his body stiffen as he stared blankly into the auburn eyes of the female. If he thought her hair had struck a nerve, it was nothing compared to her eyes. Suddenly, he had an epiphany.
"Hey! You're that Braken-brat who threatened to kick us out of the restaurant!" His masculine voice rang out, shattering whatever charismatic forces he had working for him. His pale lips curled into a smirk.
All of a sudden, the cork that had wedged itself in Renkae's throat was gone, and a gurgle-like strangled sound made it's way out. She dropped his hand like it was on fire, not noticing the pain that shot through her leg at the access of weight it supported.
"Braken-brat? You idiots are going to be the death of us all! Aurgh, wanna-blader-be's are so stupid" She screeched, snatching her crutches back from his other hand.
Kane glared openly at her now, swiftly returning the glasses covering his eyes to his pocket; giving Renkae a clear view of his expressive orbs, and the annoyance that was shimmering in it's blue depths. "Stupid? Us? Well, who was the one talking to herself on the floor? In public! What the hell were you doing down there anyway? Let me guess, you fell!"
She huffed arrogantly, turning her back at him. "Whatever, I've got better things to do than waste my time talking to trash like you." She tried to walk away, but before she had the opportunity to make a clean getaway, he came back with one last retort.
"Like what, taking your medicine?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, stalker." She smirked, ignoring the other frantic comments he spewed at her.
Kane groaned in frustration. She was so annoying! Who the heck did she think she was? In between his ill-tempered ranting, he dully noted that he indeed did not know her name. He wasn't sure if that was a plus or a minus in this situation.
He shrugged to himself roughly; he did NOT like the prospect that the mysterious girl would stay in his thoughts all day. Kane gave one last glare in the direction she went running, or rather, hobbling off to. After a moment of silent resentment from him, he turned to continue his quest to find a Blade shop.
"There's got to be one here somewhere…" He trailed off, grunting in annoyance when he found himself staring at the very glass entrance of the store. "It's a small world after all."
Judy looked up when the familiar 'tingling' of the door opening played, part of her still expecting to see her son run through. When she saw an unruly mass of blue hair instead of blond, she scolded herself mentally.
Ever since her son, Max Tate, had been injured in what the police called a 'freak terrorism act'- Judy had flown in from the institute and was studiously awaiting news of her only son.
She was so worried. Questions flooded her mind as she went over the facts. The BladeBreakers and some other team had brought him in, along with a girl from the other team. But what did that mean? Could it have been an act against BeyBlading? Momentarily, she wiped her thoughts of the matter and plastered a fake, warming smile on her face as she turned to face the costumer. A somewhat pale boy with wild royal blue hair and a lean physique. She thought, despite the obvious age difference, that he was strangely handsome for a boy his age.
"Welcome, sir. How can I help you?"
One thing was for sure; Judy Tate was most definitely going to get to the bottom of whatever has been happening in the quaint town.
Alexis looked to her companion with big, pleading eyes. Surely, not even she could resist...
"Go away Alexis. Not telling."
"Awww...!" Alexis pouted. Ever since Renkae and Aya had left the hospital, Alexis had been trying to pry out where Kalia had gone while Aya was in a coma. And why she had returned looking like a soggy red Christmas tree light. Aya snickered slightly before trying to cover it up with a cough. Oh, good one.
Right now the three were in the warehouse, waiting for the fourth, and-as usual, tardy member of the team. Alexis wasn't worried. Even with both legs, Renkae never got ANYWHERE on time. It was just one of her quirks. But what was on Alexis's mind was thinking up any possible excuse to explain her blond team-mate's weird behaviour. If it was any girl other than her team-mates, she'd say it was a boy. But, it couldn't be...
"C'mon, you can tell me! It's Aya who you have to watch out for, her mouth's always running!" Alexis said cheerfully, ignoring the serious eye-rolling she had received from the said black-haired girl. Kalia stared at Alexis darkly.
"Will you cut it out already! Nothing happened!" But even as she said it, faint rings of pink covered her cheeks.
Could it be...?
Aya was sitting on one of the many crates available, resting her head in her palm. She watched the scene in front of her, if only vaguely, with interest. She too would like to know what the hell happened that night. But, unfortunately, she had more important things too think over.
Memories of her... temporary weakness flooded into her head every once in a while, making her want to throw up and lock herself away from the sunlight for the rest of her life in punishment for her harsh actions. A heavy migraine was building up throbbing in the back of her head and temples. Her mind was already throbbing with the stress. Was that girl really her...? That... demon?
She was so lost, confused unsure of who, or what she even was. She was... Hurting. But she forced herself to mentally watch those scenes of gore. She had to make sure that would never happen again. No matter what. She couldn't allow it. Even if it meant-
"Ohh, hey guys! Sorry for being so late! But... well, you know!" Renkae's cheery voice rang out, interrupting Aya's cryptic thoughts.
Pushing her morbid muses away, she looked down at the hobbling flushed bluenette with a raised eyebrow, it appeared Renkae had some difficulty in getting to the warehouse, there was a scuff of dirt on the chest of her white Tee and the metallic silver crutches were a little scuffed as well. "How was traffic?" She said sarcastically leaning on her elbow with a sarcastic smirk tilted on her black lips.
"Oh you know same old same old. They really got testy when I decided to stop in the middle of the street for five minutes though." Renkae beamed at the room waving a free hand as if it were nothing, the bluenette quickly grabbed at her crutches before she once again ended face first on the floor. The girl was so full of…life, Aya mused. That was rare nowadays. And currently, very annoying.
"So THAT'S why you were thirty minutes late, I see." Kalia spoke up one eye narrowed the other one larger than normal, trying to direct Alexis's mad attention away from her.
"Huh?" Renkae said dumbly her expression less than intelligent. The bluenette shook her head as she hobbled to one of the spare crates directly opposite from Aya and plunked herself down, having some difficulty as the crutches tangled her legs and ended up clattering to the floor much to her profuse swearing. "No," she muttered distractedly as she gazed down with loathing at the shiny objects "I'd only be five minutes late then, idiot." She said looking at her friends cheerfully. Which earned a fierce glare from Kalia, who muttered something under her breath that sounded remarkably like 'My sarcasm is wasted on you, oh dumb one.' Renkae grinned sweetly at the unnerved blond.
"Anyway, aside from being late for personal reasons that I don't have to-", she began before being interrupted by Aya and Alexis.
"I'll bet you five dollars she fell." Alexis jumped
"Make it ten and you're on." Aya agreed
The ignored bluenette glared heavily at the offenders, shushing them nearly instantly. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted." All her emphasis was on the R word as she glared at Aya and Alexis, the black haired girls smirked to each other. "I bumped into... uhm... well, I don't know his name, but he was one of Tyson's stupid mainframe friends."
Somehow, she didn't get the dramatic reaction she expected.
Aya just shrugged nonchalantly, before averting her eyes to the floor in what seemed to be deep thought her legs folding under her in an Indian style cross legged position. Alexis smiled and gave a small, 'cool' before blasting Kalia- full power, with her evil puppy-dog pout, large watery eyes, sprouting bottom lip and complete with pathetic mewing sounds. Kalia's eyes bugged slightly as she used all her will power to face Renkae instead of looking at Alexis as she made those sounds.
"Uhm... well... that's it?" She said, shocked. Her eyes were large and her right eyebrow was arched slightly higher than her left.
"Well, yeah." Alexis said, turning to look at Renkae for a second with a scoffing look on her face.
"It's not like anything important happened. Did it..." Kalia trailed off, still looking for any plausible excuse to get the persistent Alexis off her case. Alexis sighed and snapped before Renkae could open her mouth.
"NO!"
"Then let's get started already." Aya muttered, rolling her emerald eyes and standing up. She seemed to roll her eyes a lot nowadays. It was a wonder they didn't fall out.
"Oh... well then, OK!"
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Blair sighed, this was a stupid idea, what on earth was running through that psycho's head he would never know, and nor did he particularly really want to. His thoughts once against wondered back to the hospital, that rainy very early morning when he met the blonde Delinquent. His mind wondered over her body, but more specifically he found himself drawn towards her deep azure coloured eyes, the colour of the sky on a clear hot summer day.
Her long dark golden blonde hair hung loose, without her customary bandana keeping it under control, the water streaked locks shining with captured light as the lights from the hospital illuminated her from behind. His mind ran over her face, almond shaped eyes with those alluring pools of light, framed with dark blonde eyelashes, a few shades darker than her hair, and her scowling eyebrows lighter –almost white. Pale skin stretched over her face, high cheek bones and a heart shaped face with a set of small pale pink lips breaking the smooth of her skin. He could still smell her, in the small contact they had when she tripped fell onto him, she smelled clean, fresh, her hair smelled like apples.
The blonde shook his head, what was he thinking? He shouldn't be thinking, it was his job to follow orders, not stare into space fantasising about the enemy. His thoughts once again wondered to what it was Brooklyn was planning, he had to admit, Brooklyn was smart. Very smart.
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Aya sighed; she was fed up with it. Yes, fed up was an understatement. The Doctors had been buzzing for hours now; they had called her in for a check up to see how she had recovered after her... incident. She did notice how carefully they chose their words; she also noticed how the doctors and nurses seemed much happier about being around Renkae than around her. But then again, they didn't know what was wrong with her, hence the check-ups, but what annoyed Aya the most was how the psychiatric nurse seemed to smile too much, the woman was so perky it definitely meant they were planning on thrusting pills down her throat.
Oh how Aya hated being right.
Renkae was having check-ups too; today she was having her cast cut off. She would have a light weight bandage to put on and a leg brace for when she was asleep but other than that she was free of her crutches. Renkae danced and cheered profusely before her leg panged and she fell painfully to the floor much to Aya's savage pleasure –her hands were still held behind her back by strong leather straps, and as much as Renkae joked about bondage, Aya did not find it funny in the least.
The black haired female was finally at home, listening to very loud music, soaking up the pure, ALONE-NESS of her room. She glanced at the bottle/ plastic carton thingy that the words "IMIPRAMINE –TOFRANIL. ANTIDEPRESSANT" and snorted, she was to take two pills of the antidepressant and one of the Tranquillizer pills currently on her bedside table once a day, her eyes flickered to a similar bottle, but instead of having a red cap like the antidepressant this one has a blue cap and the words "CHLORDIAZEPEROXIDE –LIBRIUM. TRANQUILLIZER" what did they think she was stupid? Antidepressant and Tranquillizer were written on the bottle did they really think she was that dense?
The girl sighed and unscrewed the cap, best do as the doctor ordered. It wasn't like it would actually do anything, the girl sighed ignoring the niggling sensation in her lower stomach and popped the three pills in her mouth before dry swallowing them. The girl coughed scowling; they tasted worse than that banana bread that Renkae tried to make but carbonized instead. Emphasis on the TRY! The young woman pushed herself up from her bed and tucked the pills, along with her launchers and blade into a red shoulder bag with black Chinese dragons printed across the red fabric. She already had a notebook and a pen inside, along with a knife. She never left home without her knife.
Aya's room was definitely suited to her. She lived in the attic, her room was large and painted in dark vibrant colours, the walls were a deep blood red but on one of the walls was a large mural of a landscape in the sky and some anime characters. Aya hadn't wanted to paint over it; she didn't want to paint over it. Both she and Renkae had been painting it when they were 16 and going through their 'anime' phase. It was a painting of all of them, Alexis, Kalia, Renkae and Aya all as anime characters. They were easy to tell apart, Alexis still had her pigtails and a pair of large blue green puppy eyes, Kalia still had her blonde hair and bandana and Renkae was painted holding her finger up, no guesses who painted that and Aya was standing in the background like always, scowling. She had a double bed, low slung with dark black and silver coverings, the floor was a pale cream peach colour but the quantity of black, blue and red clothing that littered the floor made it seem very difficult to see said floor. On her computer desk was her iPod laptop a couple of CDs a black lipstick, black eyeliner and a small compowder with blue and grey eye shadow inside. Above the computer was a stand which held up to 4 samurai swords, and one scimitar. A few posters of bands covered the walls but there were far more photos than posters, there were a few drawings too but they were just pencil sketches.
The girl snorted lightly turning around her door slamming shut, even the door had a few stickers upon it, mostly stuff she claimed out of her Kerrange magazines. She moved down the stairs and grabbed a can of American style: Cream soda and slipped it into her bag, she ignored Nathan who glared at her from where he was sipping at a green bottle no doubt filled with alcohol.
Aya sighed and simply walked past him stepping over his leg as he extended it to trip her. She slipped outside to frantic barking, the girl indulged the pair of black and white Collie dogs as the pounced around her barking sniffing licking and jumping up to get at her face. The black haired girl chuckled slightly ruffling their ears and throwing a stick as far as she could down the garden, the girl smiled briefly before jumping over the fence using the bin as a launch platform.
Aya began walking in the direction of the Rockgull warehouse, Alexis was going to have a fit when she discovered that the 18-year-old was on Antidepressants. "Hey." Called a voice, the black haired girl turned and blinked in surprise it was some strange blonde haired guy, a vaguely familiar blonde haired guy.
"Do I know you?" she asked suspiciously, the blonde shook his head, he was blonde, his bangs covered the right side of his face, obscuring a stormy grey blue eye. She could have sworn she knew him.
"No, but I know you and your team, a little indirectly though. Here." He stated handing her an envelope, Aya looked at it doubtfully "For you and your team." He stated her gaze flickered to the envelope and back to him
"Who are you?" she demanded, the blonde blinked in slight amusement, well, she was a lot more forward than the other girl and a lot less violent than he expected for the black haired Aya.
"My name is Blair." He stated "and as for what's in the envelop, it's an invitation." He stated walking off. Aya eyed him darkly, looking at the envelope she paused, she knew that handwriting, turning to question him some more Aya noticed that she was now completely alone. She scowled putting the envelope in her bag and running off in the direction of Rockgull as fast as she could.
Alexis stared wide eyed at the spidery hand writing, Aya stared, Kalia stared, Renkae laughed. The bluenette was in positive hysterics, "He cannot get anymore obvious can he?" she choked as tears of amusement rolled down her flushed cheeks. Alexis had to admit, she had a point, this was just blatantly obvious, so obvious that it was insulting.
The bluenette pushed herself back into her cross legged position from where she had been sprawled across the floor in her laughter, she caulked her head to the side, "so... the question is, are we going to call his bluff? Or better yet, is he even bluffing?" she asked, it was a good question, maybe Brooklyn was being very clever by making them assume the worse when the worse was the least likely thing to happen. It was all very complicated. Kalia sighed
"There's nothing TO question, we have to go. If we don't then everyone will think we're a bunch of fraidy cats." She complained. Aya paused.
"But it's a costume event, no one will even know its us."
"Masks come off at midnight." Alexis stated gloomily from where she was scouring over the small print. "It starts at 8PM finishes 2AM. No BeyBlades are allowed." she added looking directly at Aya; it would be something the other black haired girl would do. Smuggle in Dragfire in case something went wrong. Brooklyn was really being very obvious about this in her opinion.
To my dear Delinquent Rogues,
You have been invited to a fancy dress party from the times 8PM start and 2AM finish.
No BeyBlades are allowed.
Masks come off at Midnight. I do hope you come ladies.
Brooklyn
Aya sighed; if they were going she could see herself and Yu working all night to get the costumes and masks finished for both teams. The black haired girl sighed before kicking Renkae in the arm, "will you shut up?" she demanded glaring heavily at her friend.
Renkae sighed deeply as she leaned against the door of the Hot Legs night club, she was back at work and she was smirking deeply about it. Aya had lent her Black Dranzer's launcher because she was now keeping the black phoenix locked up in a solid metal crate at the warehouse. The bluenette was enjoying the uneasy looks and gasps of astonishment as the customers caught sight of the butt and holster on full display on her thigh.
"Are you everywhere or something?" snarled a voice, Renkae turned coolly and regarded the same azure haired boy who had been such an ass to her earlier in the week.
"No, Stalker; I'm not. I work here." She said coolly using the term stalker as her personal nickname for him. The azure haired youth growled furiously and moved to shove past her, Renkae shoved him back "ID." She demanded outstretching a hand. Kane blinked. "You gotta have ID to get in, Stalker."
Kane grit his teeth and rummaged around in his wallet, he produced his ID from when he was 17-years-old. Renkae took it and examined the date-of-birth. He was over 18 and his name was, Kane. The girl handed it back and stepped aside to allow him in, the rest of his team followed slightly confused showing her their IDs as they did so. The bluenette smiled to herself but frowned very quickly, that giddy fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach was back.
Kane growled furiously taking a great big swallow of his Jack Daniels bottle, Salima frowned watching her captain, "Kane, don't you think you're taking this a little hard? She was probably just joking." The strawberry haired girl reasoned, Kane snarled something unpleasant under his breath and vanished into the crowd of dancing teens and clubbers. Salima bit her lip and glanced at Jim and Goki, the two boys shrugged and sipped at their beers. Salima rolled her eyes and took off after him in the crowd, she found him sat in a booth scowling ill-naturedly. She slipped into the booth opposite him and arched an eyebrow "You gunna tell me who that was?"
Kane's face snapped to her, Salima held his gaze with a little effort, "The Braken chick who threatened to throw us out along with the reporters at the Pizza place." He explained, Salima nodded, that was why she looked so familiar. Suddenly there was a shout outside, the two looked up as one of the larger bouncers ran in, he began dialling for 911. Kane and Salima were up and outside in an instant, they choked slightly seeing the bluenette girl wrestling with three other guys trying to push them apart. Kane and Salima jumped in and grabbed a guy by the shoulders to drag them apart, the men tried shouldering them away until a loud gun shot echoed through the night, everyone screamed, the men ducked down in alarm. Kane and Salima looked up and watched with surprise as Renkae lowered her arm which held a Gun launcher; she pointed it at the three men
"You, you and you. BARRED! Now get the hell outta here before I make you bleed." She growled. The three men muttered under their breath and began moving away, one of the men however viciously elbowed Kane away, the blue haired youth fell to the floor his head cracking on the pavement. He groaned rubbing the back of his head in pain. "Hey you alright?" asked a soft voice, Kane looked up, it was a girl. She was pretty.
She had long waist length dark blue hair tied back into a Lara Croft style braid, large almond shaped chocolate brown eyes gazed into his own concern melting within the dark swirls, her slightly golden arms supporting her body as she leaned over him, she was dressed simply a black short sleeved shirt and a pair of dark black slacks, at her thigh was a gun holster complete with gun, around her neck was a security card, he guessed she was a bouncer of some sort. She looked roughly his height, a comfortable height for kissing...
It was a moment before his memory caught up with his mind; he was abruptly mentally disgusted with himself at even thinking such a thing of the blue haired witch.
"Fine." He growled Salima tutted as she gripped him under the arm and helped him up. Renkae rolled her eyes, as he glared at her. The girl stood up from the floor stumbling slightly as her leg fired pain through her system, she really just wanted to go home and have a hot bath before heading to bed. Hopefully Alec would let her off early so she could do just that. And knowing Aya tomorrow would be training hell, and Renkae would only have a brief respite due to the small fact that if she overworked her leg she'd be put into a wheelchair for the next 6 months.
"It appears you left some brains on the pavement." She murmured briefly out of hearing range before walking away, Kane blinked she was limping heavily. His mind flashed to the crutches, the cast, and then to tonight, she had had the cast removed but the fight had caused some damage.
Renkae grit her teeth as she approached the bar, "Yo, Alec, I'm taking off. That fight was murder on my leg." She called to the bartender as she ducked under the surface into the backroom. Dragging her coat on she winced as her weight shifted onto her injured leg, the girl sighed, she would get Aya or Kalia to look at it later. Taking her mobile out she dialled Alexis,
"Hello?"
"Yo, Lexie, ya think you could come pick me up please?"
"Sure. See ya in a sec." she hung up. Renkae sighed as she limped out of the back room and back into the club, slipping out she stood leaning on the lamppost to take some weight off her leg. She didn't have long to wait before Alexis pulled up in a large black stretch limo, Renkae nodded, yea Alexis had to show off every time she came to pick Renkae up. The girl opened the door and slid in wincing as her leg once again gave her enough pain to render her completely useless for 3 seconds.
"Are you alright?" Alexis asked concern in her tone as she helped the bluenette into the car, Renkae nodded sucking in a breath of air and gritting her teeth,
"Fine." She said sharply trying not to exhale in case a small whimper of pain escaped her lips. Beside her Aya merely arched an eyebrow, it appeared that Renkae had forgotten it was Thursday and Aya was babysitting Riley. The black haired girl dropped to her knees and pushed up Renkae's leg and tutted looking at her angrily,
"What did I tell you about fighting?" the woman asked her tone silky sweet. Renkae froze abruptly terrified that Aya had hold of her injured leg and more so that she was speaking in that tone of voice. The bluenette looked at her friend and noticed the 18-year-old smiling at her looking up though her eyelashes, Renkae swallowed, bad sign.
"Not to. But it's my job to break them up!" she defended herself. Aya sighed and gave Renkae's leg a swift painful yank. Renkae shrieked in pain and alarm as she tried to coil herself over her leg and bite Aya at the same time. The black haired woman dodged it and shoved Renkae back into her seat before gingerly prodding and pressing Renkae's calf in different places.
"You'll be fine; you just have to keep your leg brace on tonight. I'll give you some pain killer that would dull it but when it wears off, you'll know." The woman said with a malicious smirk, Renkae sighed hanging her head.
"I knew I should've stayed off work. First my leg, then I meet Stalker boy and then the fight! Ugh! Life hates me..." she ranted, Aya arched an eyebrow glancing to Alexis, the other black haired girl giggled
"Don't forget Gravity hates you too." Aya added
"And Sock Puppets!" Alexis quipped with a giggle. Renkae narrowed her eyes; trust Alexis to bring up the sock puppet incident! She just wouldn't go a week without reminding Renkae of her moment of utter most humiliation.
Wonderful.
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"You've got to be kidding me," Tyson sighed, crinkling the tattered paper in his hands. One of Brooklyn's measly messenger boys had brought the enveloppe to the Max's room in the hospital, somehow the evil bastard knowing that the whole team would all be there. Hilary, off in the corner re-arranging a few of the flowers that scattered Max's room, stopped and watched Tyson with a worried expression. Ever since their encounter with Brooklyn and the whole fight, the Bladebreaker had been on edge, small insignificant details having enough impact to make Tyson blow out in fury. It was like some sort of blader PMS. Hilary sighed, rubbing her temples. She had just gotten back from her week-worth vacation, and already she had to put up with this drama.
"What kind of morons does Brooklyn take us for? 'No blades allowed'? It's practically a sign with flashing lights going "Ambush attack here!"," Tyson stated, his eyes skimming over some parts of the letter in his hands.
The brunette sauntered over to peer behind Tyson's shoulder, catching a glimpse of what the team was making a fuss over. Suddenly, she cried out in happiness, squealing as she snatched the paper out of the blader's hands, causing quite the eardrum damage as she did so. "No way! A masquerade party? That's awesome, I've always wanted to go one of those!" she sighed, clutching the paper close to her heart as stars started to take form in her eyes. The team sweat-dropped.
"Hilary, we're not going, and that's final," Tyson said, grabbing the invitation out of her hands and crumpling it into a ball. "We're not going to risk anyone else because of some party, we have the tournament to think about to you know." His eyes were dark as he talked, and Hilary just 'hmph-ed'.
"Well that's not fair! What if it isn't an ambush? We could at least take this opportunity to stake out some more information, it's not like we're exactly in the loop right now, and Mr. Dickinson is still missing!" she yelled out, wagging her index finger in the air as she made her point. Kenny seemed to be thoughtful, Hilary's suggestions sinking in.
"She may be right Tyson. After all, we could always sneak the blades in, just incase. We have to get Mr. Dickinson back as soon as possible, before they do something horrible to him!"
"Yea Ty, look, it's not like I'm dead or anything, just a few minor injuries, that's all. We have Mr. Dickinson's well being to be worrying about, not just ours. We'd look like cowards if we didn't go, just because we weren't sure if there were a few surprises that were going to show up or not," Max reasoned to his friend.
"I said that it's final! Look at what happened to Max, do you really want to risk that happening again, do you want to risk one of our LIVES? HUH?" he yelled, his nerves starting break. Max, who had been staying quiet all that time, sitting on his bed, looked down. Tyson started shaking, and he just couldn't help it. It wasn't only Max's injuries that had him close to a breaking point, but what he saw that day too.
Total mass destruction.
Never before had Tyson seen anything like that in his days as a beyblader. It was like Brakenblading was a whole entire different world, and Tyson wasn't even sure if he, or his team, were ready for this sort of combating. That Delinquent girl, controlling two bit beasts, and the physical injuries everyone had to endure, it was almost too much! He had seen her face, contorted into an expression of something wild, as if the bit beasts had taken her over. And if her power was like that, he couldn't imagine how much Brooklyn's skills had grown.
Hilary narrowed her eyes. She inhaled quite a lot of air, and then exhaled slowly. Suddenly, she pulled Tyson by the collar and led him outside the room for a private conversation.
As soon as they moved out of ear-shot, Hilary took both of Tyson's hands into her own, bringing them up to her face. "Tyson, I know that you're shaken up. I can't imagine what happened that day, but it doesn't mean you have to be paranoid about every single thing. Max is okay, and so will everyone else. They're all strong, and so are you. So don't worry about it." Hilary waited for Tyson's response, and continued when she saw all the tense muscles in his face relax. "If anything, we'll can just kick their asses like we do every other time, okay?" Hilary smiled, her forehead pressed against Tyson's. "Plus, there'll be tons of food there that'll be waiting for you to gorge on."
At that, Tyson grinned manically, like his old self. "That's true, all that food'll go to waste if we don't go."
"There's the Tyson we all know and love," she grinned, bringing their faces closer together as their lips met in a soft little kiss.
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"No."
"Kal…"
"No way in fucking hell."
"Come on."
"I said no dammit!" the blond cried, ducking for cover behind one of the many crates scattered around the warehouse. Aya, Renkae and Alexis sighed. Just the idea of Kalia and anything that resembled a dress made the Delinquent scream bloody murder. Renkae and Aya had just come back from picking up the costumes from Yu, and had decided who should have taken which dress. It seemed that the dresses were already sized and fitted to fit each one of them. Alexis, upon contact with the angel dress and her sight, squealed a high pitch key and ran to try the dress on. It was all good and well, since no one else in the team would have been caught dead wearing the costume; it would've been too much irony to handle. Renkae had decided to take the sorcerer/gothic lolita dress, and Aya had the Celtic priestess costume.
Which left the Mrs. HunnyBunny costume for Kalia.
"I will not, in a million years, put that get-up on," Kalia seethed, her knuckles stretched into a white color as her fists were clenched together tightly.
"But it'll only be for one night, what's wrong with that?" Renkae reasoned, yet for her own security, fought back the waves of mad laughter that would undoubtedly come forth if she ever pictured Kalia in the suit.
"What's wrong with it? WHAT WRONG WITH IT? It's a masquerade ball, not a five year old's birthday party!" she screeched, willing back the urge to wrap her hands around the bluenette's neck. Aya rolled her eyes discretely and yawned, yet silently thanked the Heaven's that her tall and slender build would never fit inside the bunny costume.
Alexis, with her knack of reasoning piped in. "Okay Kal, we'll give you a few days to find yourself your own costume. If you don't find one, you'll just have to make do because you are NOT missing this ball," she said pointedly, looking Kalia directly in the eyes. Kalia let out a sigh of relief and nodded vigrously. Anything would have been better than degrading herself by wearing that… that thing! No matter how infatuated with bunnies she secretly was.
As they all said their goodbyes and parted their separate ways, Kalia trudged down the sidewalk, making due with the fact that she had a 10-pound bag stuffed with the bunny suit inside. Another reason why she would have to find another costume, Kalia would have only been able to take a couple of steps before collapsing with the extra weight anyway. The blond Delinquent made her way to the center of town inside one of the biggest malls in Bakuten. The sooner she found a replacement, the better.
Once she stepped inside the 5-story building, Kalia was greeted by the sound of chatter echoing inside the large dome. She instantly winced, shuffling her way towards the costume store. Kalia had an un-nerving fear of large crowds, her size seeming to always be shrunken by a million. Kalia was tempted to just run over and get a chocolate covered pretzel, but reminding herself that she was too short on cash to get anything else besides a stupid get-up.
As she had finally made it the boutique, a large cry was heard over the hundreds of voices. "STOP! THIEF!" Kalia whipped around to see a blur of blond run through the huge masses of people inside the mall. She would have recognized that escaped thief anyday.
"You!" Blair, in turn, recognzied the screeching voice. He turned around, and instantly put on a smirk out of reflex.
"Hey there, Kid," he replied, stepping towards the girl with the azure eyes, seemingly to forget about the security guards who were on their way to capturing him.
"Someone! Get those two!" One of them cried out.
Kalia turned her head towards the guards, and her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "No! Wait! I'm not with this guy! I don't even know him!" she yelled defencively.
Blair's smirk broadened even more, as he grasped Kalia's small wrist in his hand. Kalia returned to facing him, but was cut off by his voice before she could say anything. "Too late, you have just become my Bonnie." With that, Blair ran out through the entrance to the mall, bringing with him a dumbfounded Delinquent. Kalia groaned, damning the people of hell for putting her in this sort of situation. 'Look like I'm living up to my title…'
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"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," she replied over and over again. With Blair's hand still tightly holding onto her wrist, Kalia had nothing else to do but show off her burning hatred towards the young man. 'Plus, it makes me feel better.'
"Well, now that we've established that enlightening feature, how about you just shut up for a second and let me look for something," Blair rasped out, his body still aching from that run. Once they were securely a good distance away from the mall, Blair had slowed down the pace much to Kalia's relief. It looked like the blond boy was quite a sprinter when he put his mind to it, much to Kalia's dismay, yet he still wouldn't godamned let her go.
"That would be a brilliant idea if you would just LET ME GO!" she yelled out in frustration, permanently damaging Blair's hearing as he thought. As if on cue, Blair loosened his hold on the girl significantly, and Kalia took the chance and ran with it as she brought her arm back towards her, massaging her wrist. Stunned, Kalia looked up at the taller guy, a trivial expression set on her features. "You know, it would have been great if you had done that a half hour ago."
Blair turned his head behind his should and gave her side-smile with all the amusement he had left in him. "You never asked me to."
"You've got to kidding me…"
Blair returned his focus on the bag that was held in his other hand, making sure all the contents were still in there before his thoughts were so rudely interrupted by the same rogue he had left with.
"Mind telling me where you're taking me?" she asked, huffing as she crossed her arms.
"Not taking you anywhere Kid. You can go wherever you want," he stated half-heartedly, still looking around for something. Sensing that the girl was no longer following him, Blair turned around to see her peering at him with murderous eyes.
"By the way, my name is not kid, it's Kalia. And YOU were the one who got us into this whole mess, stealing and whatever and jack-shit. Now I am not leaving until I know what you did to make me lose my priviliege of going to the mall for," she replied, taking a step forward and poking her index finger at his chest.
Blair couldn't help but feel amused at the girl's attempt at looking intimidating, but he did get her in trouble and he undoutedly would have to give her an explanation. "Fine, it's only a few minutes away."
Kalia fumed as Blair once again turned his back on her and started down his way. All she knew that this explanation better have something to do with food, because if she didn't get some soon, this whole ordeal would turn brutally ugly.
Mikaze: FINITOOOOOOOOOOOOO! So happy happy happy! As you could already tell, the first part was written by Reyan, then Araceil wrote the big-ass filler in the middle, and I finished the ending. So very sorry that it took us so long to finish this up. We were more than preocuppied with our personal… -cough- "business".
Araceil: That, and 'Kaze here was too lazy to continue after a month of it being in her hands.
Mikaze: O;;; I'm telling you, I FORGOT!
Reyan: Excuses, excuses. -.-
Mikaze: ………… - I know! How about some pluggage? Want to see what Aya, Renkae, Alexis and Kalia look like? You could see drawings of our respective characters in each of our DeviantArt homepages.
Araceil. Araceil
Schizoidbrunett. Reyan Kashin
Wind-Streak. Mikaze
And you could even browse around and see loads more artworks from really taleneted artists. Go see!
Bye!