The Lady in White
AUTHOR'S NOTES: YAY! I'm on my weekly fix again. Sorry, GOMEN to all readers out there I've kept waiting, my family and I went on this little vacation last weekend and we had a GRAND family reunion of sorts, complete with aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews, and all the works. I was too drained to even lift a finger, let alone type. Anyway, thanks for putting up with me!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bey Blade, its characters, its Beys, and its many locales. I own the original characters, Beys, and whipped-up locales portrayed herein. Since this is a beginning of a series of whatnots about Celtic, Japanese, and Chinese mythology thrown in, I will try to explain the mythological terms signified by the superscripted tiny numbers. E-mail me if you're ever confused about anything. BTW, I can't seem to use my new e-mail address because of some frigging missing cookies; use my eduin_goddess@yahoo.com address if you ever want to ask about anything. OK, on with the SHOW!
There was a sound of a lone piano playing in the stillness of the Abbey, a beautiful tune that was heard throughout the centuries-old edifice. It was a gay little tune, speaking of many bright happy things in the delicate interplay of notes and scales played with a delicacy matching its own.
There was a series of heavy footsteps heard underneath the playing piano in the background, heavy footsteps that trod the cloistered halls of the Abbey and led to the main quarters of the Lady who lived there.
The footsteps stop at the door, and the music stopped almost immediately.
"Come in."
The door opens, and a man in a heavy black coat enters the room. "Lady Celes, I am most honored. To call me and come forth before your very presence...!"
"At ease, my kind gentleman. It is I who am most honored." A small pale hand gestured towards the silver tea set on the small table by the piano. "Tea? Biscuits?"
"No, thank you very much."
"I insist. It's been quite a long while since we saw each other last. The last time we saw each other was at Ascot."
"Yes...quite right indeed, Lady Celes1. You still remember an insignificant little soul like me..."
There was a soft clink as the figure in white stood up and poured them some tea. "I trust you have news for me...great news?"
"The Russian Finals are over. You went over and watched the victors, alright..."
"Yes. I know that already." The figure clasped her hands together. "What of their team?"
"They are to join the Qualifiers as planned. Lady Medain has done her part extremely well."
"It was NOT as rough as planned, but otherwise, it is alright." The figure sat on the chair in front of the man. "Medain is giving you problems?"
"Not after 'that' incident. Esther was afraid she might actually go on a Bey breaking spree."
"Such an impatient soul, that young one. She wants to get right on her job very quickly. It is for this reason why she was 'chosen'." The small white hand reached into the inner part of her robes and pulled out a long thin white envelope. "Please hand this to Cerridwen2 for me."
"Yes, my Lady."
"And tell Medain that she would get to her job as quickly as she would like. I am sure the Balkov Monastery would be in uproar by now."
"Yes, my Lady."
"Good. You may take leave of me."
The man bows, then leaves the room.
"..." The figure in white sat right in front of the beautiful stained glass windows inside the room, which by now was dazzling with filtered colored sunlight. It was revealed that she was a beautiful woman with wavy dark auburn hair the color of wine and mint green eyes, dressed in an all-white outfit that flowed about her like mist, a medallion of a graceful Madonna at her throat.
She smiled.
"It would begin by now. Then everything should fall to chaos."
Esther was beside herself. "You didn't have to do THAT!"
"This whole trip was boring me. Besides, I needed some exercise." Medain was lying on her hotel bed, moving her free leg like so, her arms beneath her head. "Hmph. She was a LOT weaker than I first thought."
"What if our cover was BLOWN?! Have you ever thought about THAT?!" Esther was walking back and forth across the room. "We don't want the Balkov Monastery to know of our little plan until it's TIME!"
"That's OUR plan. Or have you forgotten already? " Medain snorted. "Don't get all your knickers in a twist; besides, they're bound to know, anyway. I'm pretty sure that balding old geezer must be pulling at his hair by now. Or what's left of IT."
"You're short of being totally IMPOSSIBLE." Esther threw her hands in the air exasperatedly then grabbed her bag. "I have to talk to the Lady about this. Would it be too much for me to ask you to stay here while I make a phone call?"
"Go burn the frigging overseas lines for all I CARE." Medain reached out and put her MP3 player ear phones (^^;;) in her ears. "Don't worry about me, that fight totally bored me to DEATH. I guess I'll just hang around here and listen to some sweet chin music while you make your stupid little report, which I could safely say must have reached the ears of the Lady by NOW."
"You better be NOT joking, Medain." Esther pulled the door of their hotel room open. "I'm going."
The door slammed shut behind her. Medain pouted again then closed her eyes.
Time for some little relaxation.
"Really, really, REALLY?!" There was a protesting loud squeak as somebody jumped off the sofa very eagerly. "I can't wait!"
"Hold on a little bit, Kikka, don't get too excited," the old man says, laughing. "It would be quite some time before we manage to locate those 2."
"But, HEY, we're in JAPAN, right?! They're going to the Qualifiers!" Kikka Reinholt was positively jumping up and down in excitement. "They're to scope out the next contenders for the Zero Finals going to be held at Finland. I'm pretty sure they're excited about it like I am, too!"
"I don't know with those 2," the old man replied. "Cerridwen and you I understand...but...the 2 Ogre Sisters?! Don't get your hopes WAY up for them. Trust me, they're going to treat this little 'diversion' like they're having some exciting root canal operation."
"I'm pretty sure they're going to be AWESOME Bladers," Kikka said, her red brown eyes blinking. "They couldn't have won the Russian Finals if they weren't, right?"
"Quite right." The old man smiled. "Or is it because you want to get a piece of them?"
"Heh! My buddy and I were getting a little bored after that trip from Germany, what with Mama's constant shrill advisories in the background, telling me to act like a lady. But she approved of my Abbey scholarship. Go FIGURE." Kikka sat right down on the sofa again. "When would we be meeting Selenay and Cerridwen?"
"The little French princess should be meeting up with us once we get to Greece for the Zero Finals pre-tournament. I understand it's the middle of the prep season, and she has to be in her ABSOLUTE BEST considering the little amount of clothes she has." The old man snorted. "It's a miracle Medain could STILL stand her."
"Well, how could she help it, her mother's a very famous fashion model, and her father's a Duke." Kikka grinned. "Don't worry about her, Mr. Engstrom, I'll house break her for you once we see each other in Greece."
"Do that, Kikka. That would be a VERY great help for the rest of HUMANITY."
"Right." Kikka laughed. "And Cerridwen would be coming along for the ride, too?"
"Mmm-hmm. The little fire pixie would come along with Selenay. She's been pretty busy with her final adjustments; she's done with your Bey recap stats and all should be ready in time for the pre-tournament."
"Good, good." Kikka nodded. "It's a shame she wasn't able to make it to the Japan leg, along with Medain and Shizue and me. She's a complete otaku nut, and she's been dying to go here ever since the day she saw that Hello Kitty pillow her Briar Abbey housemate keeps in her multimillion pound apartment-suite."
"You're telling me. I hear she's seriously at work on her latest masterpiece. It's a shame her parents don't like the way she does things she considers very fulfilling." Hans Engstrom nodded. "Alright, we've reached the mainland. Be careful, Kikka."
"Roger that, Mr. Engstrom!" Kikka gave him a crisp salute. "The Abbey would be VERY proud of me."
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1Celes - the Roman goddess of agriculture (Ceres). Demeter is her Greek counterpart.
2Cerridwen - the Celtic goddess of spirit and wisdom. Famous for her cauldron whose 3 precious droplets (!) could make anybody all-knowing.
