Family Face-off- Part Two
I shivered violently; not because the hotel window was open, but because of what the twins were doing to poor little Tyko. The warm summer air gently breathed at the little hairs on the back of my neck as I watched them pour Chocolate sauce all over his back as he slept like a boulder. I kept glancing down at the street, watching, waiting for any sign that Angel had returned to us once more since he left two nights before.
"Alexhi, Earth to Alix. Are you going to stand there or help us teach him a lesson he'll never forget?" Nikki asked as his sister laughed behind her hands.
"I'll help."
"Great! We're going to need the whip cream, cherries, and the other bottle of chocolate sauce. Can you go get it please?" China kissed the tip of my nose. "Please love?" I gave a false agitated sigh, but left the room with candy apple red cheeks. I ran back in, almost dropping the aerosol can of Dream Whip in the process, and swiped my blade off the desk in the corner. I sighed thoughtfully. How these two were going to get away with this maneuver was a mystery to me and beyond understanding for anyone else. You would have to see it to know what I was talking about.
Suddenly, Angel stormed in nearly taking the door off the hinges in his well-kept rage. He looked our little posse over a few times before leaning angrily against the far wall with the window. That, of course, was about the time that Ty woke up to the world. Where was Alucard? Oh, he was sleeping beside Ty when we were doing this. A war would strike us and they'd both sleep through it like stones and then ask what happened after they woke up to fine that they were the only two…
BadthoughtbadthoughtbadthoughtBAD I must not think of my best friends in that way; all bad enough knowing what they do at night where I share a hotel room with them.
"Huh?" Tyko crossed his eyes in confusion to see what was on his nose. There stood a cherry on top of a pyramid of whip cream. "Ohhh! A cherry! I love cherries!" Keep in mind people, that this is Tyson Kai Oliver we're talking about. This guy would try to eat the moon if you told him it was made of cheddar cheese. I laughed along with the twins until I caught the look in Angel's gray eyes. His midnight blue hair stirred on the breeze that came in through the open window as his eyes drilled subconscious holes in my mind.
"Hey guys, I'm going to go grab a bit to eat. Angel, do you want to go?" He forced a small smile through his façade and nodded. Grabbing my jacket I heard Tyko yelp as a now awake Alucard began to lick the syrup off from his lovers back. This was our routine now- mine and Angel's. He'd come in angry and I'd go for a walk with him to try to calm him down. "What was it this time?" I asked knowing full-well that his pathetic excuse for a father had sent him another envelope.
He shoved the opened packet into my open hand with a growl. "I read it this time." I stared at the open envelope like it was the last thing before Armageddon. Angel gave my hand a shove towards my face and I took a daring chance. I looked into it and found what we had all dreaded from day one- Boris Balcov was coming to China to meet his son in person.
"Oh-no; does Voltaire know?" He shook his head no. So he hadn't told our chaperone about what was bothering him. That was new. "Do you want to talk about it?" He nodded. "'K, where do you want to go, then?"
"Anywhere but here." So we went to the local coffee shop and got some strawberry herbal tea to drown our sorrows in. Today would be our last day in China then it was off the Germany to fight the not-so-well-known team Trinity; led by Errol, son of Robert who led the Majestics into battle against the Bladebreakers- and lost. But for now, we had bigger fish to fry. We were too lost in our conversation and he was just starting to loosen up when everything took a first-class ride to Hell on a runaway train.
In a blur, the whole room seemed to look at the door toward the person entering. Angel stood so abruptly that the teas spilt everywhere. Fists clenched at his side he growled and tried to remain calm; never before had I seen him so riled up. Standing in the archway, blocking our means of escape, was the one and only Boris Balcov watching us like he expected us to disappear at any minute. I wanted to; was going to, but I couldn't leave my new friend and teammate to face his nightmare alone. Even if that nightmare was the man who nearly caused my Fathers death, I was going to stand by him and defend Angel's honor as he would for any of us.
He placed a shaking hand on my shoulder. "Alixhi, please- whatever he should say to you- please don't leave me?" He begged and I nodded.
"You're not alone, Angel. No one should have to be when faced with a crisis." I said softly. "Let's just go back to what we were doing then, as we go along, try to come up with a plan to get rid of his ass."
"Good idea. I'll order us some more tea."
I watched from the corner of my eye as Boris leveled the distance between our table and the door where he'd been standing. His once perfectly cut hair was messy and his eyes had bags under them; to me it almost looked like he'd been crying or something. He stopped as Angel sat down at the table and propped up both feet on the other chair, a cross look was sent my way, but I paid it no heed. Putting a hand on the back of the chair, Boris gave Angel a look that said "move or else".
"Hey, don't you have any manners? You could ask before you try to take a chair like that you know." My friend said. I stared at him. His face was readable only to me and I knew that he was toying with the man's mind. Angel crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue at me to make me laugh.
"May I sit here, young man?" Boris said through gritted teeth.
"Why, of course, sir." Angel replied trying to sound high-born. "Have we met before? I seem to think I know you."
"Tell him to leave." The level of Boris' voice dropped to a dangerous level. When I wouldn't budge he gave up. "You little Hellion, you know me. I'm your god damned father."
"No, you're not. You are my sire." Gawking I shifted my gaze to the beet-red man. "And a sire is a person who makes a baby with another, but does not stay around long enough to raise it right."
"I am your father whether you like it or not." Boris hissed. Angel sipped on his tea before looking at me and kicking my leg under the table.
"A stubborn one, he is. Don't you think so, Mr. Kutznetov?"
"Oh yes. A real absence d' esprit." I replied. "It takes a real man to be a father though."
"Kutzentov? As in Brian's son?" Boris asked surprised. "I knew you looked familiar."
Angel ignored him. "Perfectly true, my good friend, perfectly true, indeed." He took a ten and put it on the table when we were finished of our teas. Boris let us leave, but something inside of me said that we were not out of the woods yet. That was when Voltaire walked down the road and my suspicions were deemed true. Apparently, someone at he café who had seen and recognized Boris and called him immediately.
"Where is he?" He was angered to the point of no return by the time we were finished telling our side of the story. "The son of a war torn bitch better not show his face to any of you again or that'll be the last time he ever walks anywhere!" I was afraid to ask what he'd do to him.
"Go, Angel, Go!" Tyko shouted from the stands as Angel ripped through the competition like wildfire through a dry forest. DJ Announcer was telling everyone the play by play but was utterly confused when Ange. Made a comeback and turned the tables on Julia Chang of the White Tigers.
"Ok, Kitokazi, LIGHTENING STRIKE!"
The stadium turned bright white and the team was thankful for the sunglasses that he'd given us that morning after the meeting with his father. Now, with his batteries recharged, he tore up the dish and demolished the other player's beyblade. And so we remain victorious and are sent packing to Germany. Another day; another rival to defeat. But that's not really a problem for us: the team Shadow Storm!
The war for the top had started. I thought as we flew away from China, leaving the country behind in all its lost glory.
Sorry it's so short, but Rim would kill if I didn't get this posted ASAP. goes back to working on her headstone
Chapter Ten: A real Concetto