DISCLAIMER: I hate doing this part.isn't it paaiinnnnfulllly obvious that I
don't own beyblade? If I did, would I be writing a FANFICTION? I mean, I
can write the plot of the original anime series, for heaven's sake! So
yeah, it doesn't belong to me, but the plot does.and the OC's of course.
Here is chapter two! I'm so proud! Lolz
*Sigh* It's exam season, and normally I would be cracking the books at this hour.but heck! Give me a break! *Mumbles about inept teachers* And thanks to Mizu-Tenshi for reviewing..
Oh yeah! One more thing, can fanfiction get anymore frustrating?! Now don't answer that, because I know how capable of being annoying it really is..but that's not my point. I tried to space out the other chapter as much as possible but ff just crammed it all up! So I apologize for the inconvenience it may cause you when you read..if you need something to blame; there's always ff......
Chapter 2: Could it be?
Tala thrummed his fingers impatiently on the glossy surface of the office desk, blowing air through his teeth to pass the time. Everywhere he looked was occupied by a piece of furniture polished enough to see your face as clearly as staring into a mirror. He grimaced, having nothing but your reflection as company was beginning to take its toll on him.
The secretary, as prim and precise as she looked, was dead wrong when she had led him to his uncle's office to wait patiently for only about 5 minutes or so. 1 hour had passed and not even even a fly had buzzed about the room. The place was painfully quiet and he found himself desperate for the need of noise - any sort of noise.
"Ah Tala. Good morning to you." He jumped, startled as he flipped around in his chair, almost tipping over in the process. Quickly, he regained composure, "Uncle, I trust that you had a pleasant morning yourself."
Mr. Balkov nodded, settling gracefully down in the leatherbound armchair secluded behind the grand, oak desk. "Chocolates?"
Tala raised an astonished eybrow, who was this, the Easter Bunny? He never dreamed to classify his uncle as the type to be handing out sweets - or even the one to be on the least bit of friendly terms with him or Tenchi. Mr. Balkov smiled; Tala shivered - and now his uncle was smiling? What in the world?
Although it was clear that the grin didn't reach up to his eyes, Tala took this as a sign to speak, but was only interupted, "Have some, they're good. Specifically ordered from Belgum. I took a fancy to them some years ago."
Tala smiled meekly, reaching tentatively for a piece of thickly covered chocolate and placing it into his mouth. He was careful not to swallow too quickly: who knew what kind of poison his uncle could've inflicted in it? He took a bite, crushing through the smooth layer and into the soft core. He wasn't used to such sweetness; junk food wasn't allowed in the Abbey.
He swallowed the sugary contents and waited; he was still alive. Tala looked up, "I came to talk to you about something."
Mr. Balkov nodded curtly, folding his hands and placing them on the desk. "I presumed so."
"It's about Tenchi."
"Ah."
"Yes well, about the - "
"In six months, Tala. Six months."
His crystal blue eyes widened,"Six months? But she's only 16!"
"Yes."
"Why are you doing this to her!?" Tala bellowed, gripping the edge of the desk as if ready to turn it over. His uncle watched with cruel amusement, a grin overlapping his strict features. That smile again, it somehow seemed inhuman - as if it was never meant to belong there.
"Shouldn't you know already? Afterall, the reason is simple." Mr. Balkov leaned forward, "The cause? You."
Tala looked - felt stricken. Energy and anger drained out of him in one swift motion, leaving him bare and empty. He shook his head, "Impossible!"
"I assure you.that there is no mistake. I had high hopes riding on you Tala. But something had always been in the way, making it unnecessarily hard for me to administer my training methods into you. So I had no choice but to remove that distrubance from my sight. I'm sure you've figured out by now that that interference was none other than your sister."
He blinked, gripping at his chest to remind himself to breathe.
His uncle continued, "I have other plans for Tenchi, yes. She has the Balkov blood running through her as well. We must put that into good use. But right now, we need you to forget.about love.caring.your sister. Just remember, it's you that brought this situation onto her shoulders. You who forced her freedom to be shortlived, and you who brought misery to her. So when you see her cry, don't forget, it's all your fault."
Tala fervently shook his head, tearing through the room in desperate strides before bursting through the door, then letting it fall back into its frame with a sickening crack.
Mr. Balkov calmly picked out another piece of chocolate and popped it into his mouth. "Soon Tala, soon. You and Kai will be the head of our army.the invincible two that Biovolt all so very needs to regain its power."
~*~
Tala ran a frustrated hand through his hair, cursing loudly as he looked scornfully out the window. Your fault.your fault.your fault.He couldn't help but feel excruciating guilt, the kind that started at the pit of his stomach and grew with fervor. Your fault.your fault.your fault.
"The Abbey, sir." He looked up, staring blankly into his chauffeur's face as he stumbled through the door being held open for him. "Thanks Hugh."
He looked down expectantly to his feet, satisfied as they carried him towards the grounds where he knew that the rest of the Demolition Boys and Tenchi would be training. He halted at the edge of the field, stepping unconsciously into the shadows for protection from the deep rays of the summer morning. The scenery was eerily calm, except for the bustling activity out on the grounds where he could spot his teammates running laps.
He spotted Tenchi in the lead, running steadily and easily as if moving along with the comfortable breeze. "Master Tala."
Tala didn't bother looking up, the voice was well heard and familiar to him, not that he was any fond of the speaker.
"I have been informed that you were away from the Abbey to visit Master Balkov this morning. Therefore, punishments will not be severe. In fact, I will relieve you of your punishments altogether. Now please join the rest of the group, Mistress Tenchi was anxious to see where you had gone."
"No."
"Exucse me?" Boris' voice cooled over, leaving a trail of ice ringing in his ears.
"I said, no. Don't make me repeat myself."
There was no response, but he knew that Boris was fuming; he smirked with satisfaction. "No, I will not make you have to repeat yourself. But I will have to take disciplinary matters into my own hands, seeing as the young master seems in great need of it."
Tala didn't care, neither did he struggle as two pairs of arms clamped around his own. What were a couple more beatings than the usual amount? His eyes gave a quick glance towards the fields once more, startled as he realized that Tenchi had been watching the whole time. His stomach clenched and he couldn't help but look away......
He opened his eyes slowly, waiting for the blurry masses of colour to settle into focous. Only two words could describe such a place that lay before him: torture chamber. He shifted, suddenly aware of the cold brick wall behind him against his bare back. Chained up to the wall again, how classical.
Blood ran down in streaks across his face, the rest of his body covered in a sleek layer of sweat and marks left from the torture that had occurred only minutes before. They had left him to wallow in pain, but they will be back for him soon. He turned his gaze towards his friend, not in particularly a better predicament than he. "Hey."
His own voice rang out, soudning so forgein and cracked, that he had to clear his throat profusely to get access to better sound. "How're you holding up?"
"I've been better. So I forgot, why are we in here again?" His friend lifted his head, blowing away a tuft of hair that fell into his eyes.
"I think it was because we were laughing in the halls today. We shouldn't have been talking so loud. But really, do they have a reason? They just want to teach us to never forget that cruelty and discipline is man's best friend." His voice was mocking.
"I thought dogs were supposed to be a man's best friend. Shows what they know, huh?"
He laughed, something that he was never allowed to do, and he somehow thought he'd forgotten how. It wasn't an easy thing - laughing or smilng, it was kept forbidden to him ever since he could remember. Being compassionate and caring wasn't taken lightly either - he learned that all too early in his childhood.
"I wonder how Tenchi and Kesumi are doing."
He looked up, any signs of joy displayed in those few seconds quickly dissipated away. "Fine, I'm guessing." Hoping.
"They're in the other chamber. I can hear Kesumi..she's crying."
They both avoided each other's eyes, staring bluntly ahead to keep from cringing. Expressing emotions were something else they had been forbidden to do.
The door creacked open and they didn't bother to identify the intruders; they knew that they were going to be under another hour or so of more discipline. As the stick cut through his chest, he bit his already bleeding lips. He was so numb with pain. "See you alive Hiwatari."
It was an effort to look up, but when he did, his mahagony gaze locked with his best friend's crystal blue. Flashing him an amused glance, he replied, "Sure Tala, sure."
"KAI!"
He burst awake into a sitting position, gasping and panting for breath. His head turned sharply, acknowledging his teammates with a weary stare. "What?"
Ray leaned forward, concern evident in the way his lips were drawn into a firm line. "Are you okay?"
His eyes snapped fiercly, "Of course I am."
Max and Kenny fidgeted, and for once in his life, Tyson was silent. "You can tell us, Kai. We're here for you."
"I'm fine." He lifted out of his position, swiftly making his way into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.
"I'm worried." Kenny mumbled; Kai was acting so strangely. He'd been having nightmares about - about - something - ever since their trip to the Abbey. Of course the dreams hadn't been consecutive, as far as they knew, but every once in a while, Kai would be uttering words under his breath as he tossed and turned well into the night.
They had actually taken shifts to try and make out what he was saying in his sleep, but nothing had come out of it. Dismayed, the boys had reluctantly begun inquiries, but Kai avoided the subject completely. It had been three, long years since the European tournament. Three, long years since they had left the Abbey and learned a bit more of Kai's past, and three, long years in which Kai had to endure these visions that plagued his dreams.
Yet not once had he mentioned about them to the Blade Breakers. Their eyes lingered on the closed door that connected the hotel room to the bathroom - yes, Kai had managed to close the door in front of their outstretched hands once again.
~*~
Tala woke up some time later, drenched in sticky liquid that he assumed to be his own blood. He grimaced; he had spent half an hour gelling his hair that morning! He closed his eyes again: there was nothing to look at afterall. He had memorized each crack in the wall, and every small crevice in the stone bricks. Spending most of his childhood in this particular dungeon even more than his own room, had given him lots of time to look around.
Yes, he and Kai had been disciplined here - attempted child murder is what he used to call it - and they had often thought of this place as their room.
"My, my. Master Tala, you seem to be in a serious wreck. How are you feeling?"
He grit his teeth, but managed to nonchalantly toss his red hair out of his way of vision. "Great, never been better."
"You sure spend a lot of time in here."
Tala rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Let's just paint a nice big sign that says 'Tala's torture chamber' and hang it against the door, now shall we? Oh yeah, and could we get some wallpaper in here? This gray bricks are putting a real damper to my good mood."
Boris ignored the heavy sarcasm. "Are we ready to behave?"
He laughed, finding this situation incredibly funny and familiar - wait, maybe that's because they had this conversation every time he was chained in here. Boris would say something foul, he would counter it, Boris would ignore that - although in truth, it did really piss him off, and say, 'are we ready to behave?' or 'that's no way for a disciplined man to hold himself.' Then Boris would go out of his way by repeating the sentence he'd been taught ever since he could talk, 'cruelty and discipline is man's best frined.'
Tala would always have 'bull shit' running through his mind every time Boris recited the infamous speech, and those same words ran through his head once again.
"I've heard it all before Boris, and really, it's not appealing to me anymore." Not that it ever did in the first place.
"Well then, I have no choice." With that, his trainer left the room, sweeping the air with his scent of rotten garlic and onions. From the shadows emerged cloacked figures, and he knew it had begun once again. As his back took another lash from a whip, he knew immediately that this was going to be one heck of a long day.
~*~
Kesumi clucked her tongue impatiently as she waited for her hamburger over the counter. The line up was long - longer than long, but she had finally managed to make her order and all she had to do now, was wait. "Here's your order."
She frowned, muttering a 'finally' as she grabbed her burger and drink before stalking out of the fast food restaurant. Her steady walk carried her towards the nearby park at a quick pace, and when getting there, she spotted a vacated bench to rest her legs. Pulling out her lunch, she took a sip of cold coke before taking a bite out of her McChicken.
"I know! I've never really loved Beyblading. But the world champions are way too cute to ignore!" Kesumi turned her head towards the voice, continuing to eat as she watched a group of girls strolling down the path in which the bench was situated by.
"The Bladebreakers have been the world champions for 3 years running! How cool is that?"
"Duh, not to mention that the team leader is a major hunk!"
"Ray too! His amber eyes are like so cute!"
She rolled her eyes; could they get any sappier? 'Oh he's so cute!' 'No he's hotter!'
Puhleeeez!
"Max and Kenny are baby cute, don't you think? But hey, if you want the world's most hottest celebrity, it's gotta be Kai!"
Kesumi choked on her coke. Spluttering, she scooted closer to them for any further mentions of 'Kai.' But what would her brother be doing as a celebrity? It didn't make sense. As far as she knew, he couldn't act a scenerio even if it meant that his life depended on it.
Still, she kept attentive.
The rest of the girls giggled in agreement, walking past Kesumi without even knowing that she was sitting there. A paper fluttered by her feet - it seemed to her like it was a page ripped out of a magazine. She picked it up, the girls must've dropped it as they passed.
Clumsy air heads.
She cocked her head as she reached forward to pick it up, cautiously flicking it over to see what they were giggling about. Her fingers fumbled briefly, and the paper fell back to the ground; it's contents facing up. She gasped.
It was a cover of a magazine, with the word 'Celebz' stylishly etched across the front. But that was not what had surprised her so, for on the very centre was a group of five boys. One with ebony black hair, two with shaggy blonde, the fourth with navy blue and finally the fifth that was leaning casually against the wall.the one with startling mahagony eyes and slate blue hair that fell softly into his eyes: someone that she could only conclude to be as.....
"Kai..?"
I'm all done! Finished! Bit of a cliff hanger, isn't it? *grins evilly* Hope you enjoyed this chapter..but remember to review: you're comments mean so very much to me!
Here is chapter two! I'm so proud! Lolz
*Sigh* It's exam season, and normally I would be cracking the books at this hour.but heck! Give me a break! *Mumbles about inept teachers* And thanks to Mizu-Tenshi for reviewing..
Oh yeah! One more thing, can fanfiction get anymore frustrating?! Now don't answer that, because I know how capable of being annoying it really is..but that's not my point. I tried to space out the other chapter as much as possible but ff just crammed it all up! So I apologize for the inconvenience it may cause you when you read..if you need something to blame; there's always ff......
Chapter 2: Could it be?
Tala thrummed his fingers impatiently on the glossy surface of the office desk, blowing air through his teeth to pass the time. Everywhere he looked was occupied by a piece of furniture polished enough to see your face as clearly as staring into a mirror. He grimaced, having nothing but your reflection as company was beginning to take its toll on him.
The secretary, as prim and precise as she looked, was dead wrong when she had led him to his uncle's office to wait patiently for only about 5 minutes or so. 1 hour had passed and not even even a fly had buzzed about the room. The place was painfully quiet and he found himself desperate for the need of noise - any sort of noise.
"Ah Tala. Good morning to you." He jumped, startled as he flipped around in his chair, almost tipping over in the process. Quickly, he regained composure, "Uncle, I trust that you had a pleasant morning yourself."
Mr. Balkov nodded, settling gracefully down in the leatherbound armchair secluded behind the grand, oak desk. "Chocolates?"
Tala raised an astonished eybrow, who was this, the Easter Bunny? He never dreamed to classify his uncle as the type to be handing out sweets - or even the one to be on the least bit of friendly terms with him or Tenchi. Mr. Balkov smiled; Tala shivered - and now his uncle was smiling? What in the world?
Although it was clear that the grin didn't reach up to his eyes, Tala took this as a sign to speak, but was only interupted, "Have some, they're good. Specifically ordered from Belgum. I took a fancy to them some years ago."
Tala smiled meekly, reaching tentatively for a piece of thickly covered chocolate and placing it into his mouth. He was careful not to swallow too quickly: who knew what kind of poison his uncle could've inflicted in it? He took a bite, crushing through the smooth layer and into the soft core. He wasn't used to such sweetness; junk food wasn't allowed in the Abbey.
He swallowed the sugary contents and waited; he was still alive. Tala looked up, "I came to talk to you about something."
Mr. Balkov nodded curtly, folding his hands and placing them on the desk. "I presumed so."
"It's about Tenchi."
"Ah."
"Yes well, about the - "
"In six months, Tala. Six months."
His crystal blue eyes widened,"Six months? But she's only 16!"
"Yes."
"Why are you doing this to her!?" Tala bellowed, gripping the edge of the desk as if ready to turn it over. His uncle watched with cruel amusement, a grin overlapping his strict features. That smile again, it somehow seemed inhuman - as if it was never meant to belong there.
"Shouldn't you know already? Afterall, the reason is simple." Mr. Balkov leaned forward, "The cause? You."
Tala looked - felt stricken. Energy and anger drained out of him in one swift motion, leaving him bare and empty. He shook his head, "Impossible!"
"I assure you.that there is no mistake. I had high hopes riding on you Tala. But something had always been in the way, making it unnecessarily hard for me to administer my training methods into you. So I had no choice but to remove that distrubance from my sight. I'm sure you've figured out by now that that interference was none other than your sister."
He blinked, gripping at his chest to remind himself to breathe.
His uncle continued, "I have other plans for Tenchi, yes. She has the Balkov blood running through her as well. We must put that into good use. But right now, we need you to forget.about love.caring.your sister. Just remember, it's you that brought this situation onto her shoulders. You who forced her freedom to be shortlived, and you who brought misery to her. So when you see her cry, don't forget, it's all your fault."
Tala fervently shook his head, tearing through the room in desperate strides before bursting through the door, then letting it fall back into its frame with a sickening crack.
Mr. Balkov calmly picked out another piece of chocolate and popped it into his mouth. "Soon Tala, soon. You and Kai will be the head of our army.the invincible two that Biovolt all so very needs to regain its power."
~*~
Tala ran a frustrated hand through his hair, cursing loudly as he looked scornfully out the window. Your fault.your fault.your fault.He couldn't help but feel excruciating guilt, the kind that started at the pit of his stomach and grew with fervor. Your fault.your fault.your fault.
"The Abbey, sir." He looked up, staring blankly into his chauffeur's face as he stumbled through the door being held open for him. "Thanks Hugh."
He looked down expectantly to his feet, satisfied as they carried him towards the grounds where he knew that the rest of the Demolition Boys and Tenchi would be training. He halted at the edge of the field, stepping unconsciously into the shadows for protection from the deep rays of the summer morning. The scenery was eerily calm, except for the bustling activity out on the grounds where he could spot his teammates running laps.
He spotted Tenchi in the lead, running steadily and easily as if moving along with the comfortable breeze. "Master Tala."
Tala didn't bother looking up, the voice was well heard and familiar to him, not that he was any fond of the speaker.
"I have been informed that you were away from the Abbey to visit Master Balkov this morning. Therefore, punishments will not be severe. In fact, I will relieve you of your punishments altogether. Now please join the rest of the group, Mistress Tenchi was anxious to see where you had gone."
"No."
"Exucse me?" Boris' voice cooled over, leaving a trail of ice ringing in his ears.
"I said, no. Don't make me repeat myself."
There was no response, but he knew that Boris was fuming; he smirked with satisfaction. "No, I will not make you have to repeat yourself. But I will have to take disciplinary matters into my own hands, seeing as the young master seems in great need of it."
Tala didn't care, neither did he struggle as two pairs of arms clamped around his own. What were a couple more beatings than the usual amount? His eyes gave a quick glance towards the fields once more, startled as he realized that Tenchi had been watching the whole time. His stomach clenched and he couldn't help but look away......
He opened his eyes slowly, waiting for the blurry masses of colour to settle into focous. Only two words could describe such a place that lay before him: torture chamber. He shifted, suddenly aware of the cold brick wall behind him against his bare back. Chained up to the wall again, how classical.
Blood ran down in streaks across his face, the rest of his body covered in a sleek layer of sweat and marks left from the torture that had occurred only minutes before. They had left him to wallow in pain, but they will be back for him soon. He turned his gaze towards his friend, not in particularly a better predicament than he. "Hey."
His own voice rang out, soudning so forgein and cracked, that he had to clear his throat profusely to get access to better sound. "How're you holding up?"
"I've been better. So I forgot, why are we in here again?" His friend lifted his head, blowing away a tuft of hair that fell into his eyes.
"I think it was because we were laughing in the halls today. We shouldn't have been talking so loud. But really, do they have a reason? They just want to teach us to never forget that cruelty and discipline is man's best friend." His voice was mocking.
"I thought dogs were supposed to be a man's best friend. Shows what they know, huh?"
He laughed, something that he was never allowed to do, and he somehow thought he'd forgotten how. It wasn't an easy thing - laughing or smilng, it was kept forbidden to him ever since he could remember. Being compassionate and caring wasn't taken lightly either - he learned that all too early in his childhood.
"I wonder how Tenchi and Kesumi are doing."
He looked up, any signs of joy displayed in those few seconds quickly dissipated away. "Fine, I'm guessing." Hoping.
"They're in the other chamber. I can hear Kesumi..she's crying."
They both avoided each other's eyes, staring bluntly ahead to keep from cringing. Expressing emotions were something else they had been forbidden to do.
The door creacked open and they didn't bother to identify the intruders; they knew that they were going to be under another hour or so of more discipline. As the stick cut through his chest, he bit his already bleeding lips. He was so numb with pain. "See you alive Hiwatari."
It was an effort to look up, but when he did, his mahagony gaze locked with his best friend's crystal blue. Flashing him an amused glance, he replied, "Sure Tala, sure."
"KAI!"
He burst awake into a sitting position, gasping and panting for breath. His head turned sharply, acknowledging his teammates with a weary stare. "What?"
Ray leaned forward, concern evident in the way his lips were drawn into a firm line. "Are you okay?"
His eyes snapped fiercly, "Of course I am."
Max and Kenny fidgeted, and for once in his life, Tyson was silent. "You can tell us, Kai. We're here for you."
"I'm fine." He lifted out of his position, swiftly making his way into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.
"I'm worried." Kenny mumbled; Kai was acting so strangely. He'd been having nightmares about - about - something - ever since their trip to the Abbey. Of course the dreams hadn't been consecutive, as far as they knew, but every once in a while, Kai would be uttering words under his breath as he tossed and turned well into the night.
They had actually taken shifts to try and make out what he was saying in his sleep, but nothing had come out of it. Dismayed, the boys had reluctantly begun inquiries, but Kai avoided the subject completely. It had been three, long years since the European tournament. Three, long years since they had left the Abbey and learned a bit more of Kai's past, and three, long years in which Kai had to endure these visions that plagued his dreams.
Yet not once had he mentioned about them to the Blade Breakers. Their eyes lingered on the closed door that connected the hotel room to the bathroom - yes, Kai had managed to close the door in front of their outstretched hands once again.
~*~
Tala woke up some time later, drenched in sticky liquid that he assumed to be his own blood. He grimaced; he had spent half an hour gelling his hair that morning! He closed his eyes again: there was nothing to look at afterall. He had memorized each crack in the wall, and every small crevice in the stone bricks. Spending most of his childhood in this particular dungeon even more than his own room, had given him lots of time to look around.
Yes, he and Kai had been disciplined here - attempted child murder is what he used to call it - and they had often thought of this place as their room.
"My, my. Master Tala, you seem to be in a serious wreck. How are you feeling?"
He grit his teeth, but managed to nonchalantly toss his red hair out of his way of vision. "Great, never been better."
"You sure spend a lot of time in here."
Tala rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Let's just paint a nice big sign that says 'Tala's torture chamber' and hang it against the door, now shall we? Oh yeah, and could we get some wallpaper in here? This gray bricks are putting a real damper to my good mood."
Boris ignored the heavy sarcasm. "Are we ready to behave?"
He laughed, finding this situation incredibly funny and familiar - wait, maybe that's because they had this conversation every time he was chained in here. Boris would say something foul, he would counter it, Boris would ignore that - although in truth, it did really piss him off, and say, 'are we ready to behave?' or 'that's no way for a disciplined man to hold himself.' Then Boris would go out of his way by repeating the sentence he'd been taught ever since he could talk, 'cruelty and discipline is man's best frined.'
Tala would always have 'bull shit' running through his mind every time Boris recited the infamous speech, and those same words ran through his head once again.
"I've heard it all before Boris, and really, it's not appealing to me anymore." Not that it ever did in the first place.
"Well then, I have no choice." With that, his trainer left the room, sweeping the air with his scent of rotten garlic and onions. From the shadows emerged cloacked figures, and he knew it had begun once again. As his back took another lash from a whip, he knew immediately that this was going to be one heck of a long day.
~*~
Kesumi clucked her tongue impatiently as she waited for her hamburger over the counter. The line up was long - longer than long, but she had finally managed to make her order and all she had to do now, was wait. "Here's your order."
She frowned, muttering a 'finally' as she grabbed her burger and drink before stalking out of the fast food restaurant. Her steady walk carried her towards the nearby park at a quick pace, and when getting there, she spotted a vacated bench to rest her legs. Pulling out her lunch, she took a sip of cold coke before taking a bite out of her McChicken.
"I know! I've never really loved Beyblading. But the world champions are way too cute to ignore!" Kesumi turned her head towards the voice, continuing to eat as she watched a group of girls strolling down the path in which the bench was situated by.
"The Bladebreakers have been the world champions for 3 years running! How cool is that?"
"Duh, not to mention that the team leader is a major hunk!"
"Ray too! His amber eyes are like so cute!"
She rolled her eyes; could they get any sappier? 'Oh he's so cute!' 'No he's hotter!'
Puhleeeez!
"Max and Kenny are baby cute, don't you think? But hey, if you want the world's most hottest celebrity, it's gotta be Kai!"
Kesumi choked on her coke. Spluttering, she scooted closer to them for any further mentions of 'Kai.' But what would her brother be doing as a celebrity? It didn't make sense. As far as she knew, he couldn't act a scenerio even if it meant that his life depended on it.
Still, she kept attentive.
The rest of the girls giggled in agreement, walking past Kesumi without even knowing that she was sitting there. A paper fluttered by her feet - it seemed to her like it was a page ripped out of a magazine. She picked it up, the girls must've dropped it as they passed.
Clumsy air heads.
She cocked her head as she reached forward to pick it up, cautiously flicking it over to see what they were giggling about. Her fingers fumbled briefly, and the paper fell back to the ground; it's contents facing up. She gasped.
It was a cover of a magazine, with the word 'Celebz' stylishly etched across the front. But that was not what had surprised her so, for on the very centre was a group of five boys. One with ebony black hair, two with shaggy blonde, the fourth with navy blue and finally the fifth that was leaning casually against the wall.the one with startling mahagony eyes and slate blue hair that fell softly into his eyes: someone that she could only conclude to be as.....
"Kai..?"
I'm all done! Finished! Bit of a cliff hanger, isn't it? *grins evilly* Hope you enjoyed this chapter..but remember to review: you're comments mean so very much to me!
