Apologies for the long time, people! ducks tomatoes
Chapter Four: "Like I CARE!"
The next morning, there would be nothing short of a commotion flying around the school. The Academy had never received so many students before – there was Brooklyn, Kai, a strange lone-wolf Bryan, one named Garland, a hyper-active guy called Max, a few girls like the fashionable Ming-Ming, stand-offish Mariam and her team from the mountains… (DerangedCatGirl: sorry, I had to add this: what is it with beyblader girlies' names beginning with the letter 'M'? There's Mariam, Mariah, Matilda, Ming-Ming…) to name but a few. Chris blearily opened her eyes the next morning, yawning and stretching. Still not fully awake, she pottered to the bathroom and had a cold shower to open her eyes.
Next came the whole self-discipline-training-because-I-promised-my-paranoid-sensei thing that happened every morning. Her previous martial arts sensei had been totally paranoid about the fact that she was the ruling female member in the Academy, and had made her promise to perform the 'dance' (as he called it) every morning and evening to boost her reaction time and make sure she faithfully decapitated anyone who tried to go near her with anything other than 'hello' in mind. Of course, Chris didn't mind. Any chance to show the boys she could hold her own in whatever arena, she would take without question. It all started with breathing.
In…and out…
…in…and out…
…in…and out…
And lunge. Quick as lightning, her elbow flicked back into an under-rib jab. Half-pirouetting on one heel, her other foot lashed out and around, whipping harmlessly into thin air and back into herself with practised speed. Her momentum bringing her the full way around, she leapt onto her hands and catapulted into a heavy pile driver, ending on both feet. Her crimson eyes were dark and glazed, all her concentration taken up in perfecting this dance. Her mind pulled her through all the actions as she stood in one spot. Her arm was out. An imaginary foe was in front of her. Her fingers wrapped around an invisible wrist and twisted it around; she whirled into place and threw the non-existent opposition over her hip.
And there it ended, breathing in…and out… she cracked an annoyed eye open as someone knocked on her door.
Who the hell would be up this early? She thought irritably, striding over to her door. Her temper wasn't improved when she opened it. Chris didn't usually revert to swearing, but she was sorely tempted to unleash her tongue for a bit.
"Go away, Hiwatari."
She made as if to close the door, but he had stuck his hand out and held it open.
"Wait." He said shortly.
"What?"
"About Kingston." He continued. His auburn eyes never left her face, and yet there was no expression in them. "Be careful with him."
Chris almost laughed out loud but thought about it and decided not to.
"Why?"
"Because I know about him." Kai let go of the door, gave her one last unreadable look and walked away.
The bluenette made a sound somewhere between a snort and a growl, slamming the door shut after him.
"Hah." She muttered. "Like I care…"