Title: Tough times
Summary: I can't think of a summary right now…would anyone willing give me one?
Pairing: Michael X Rick
Warnings: Yaoi, Suspense :P
Disclaimer: Don't own beyblade...never will

in italics – thoughts or just emphasis on the word
Bold – nothing..yet

Thanks to Airtos:). Who reviewed. Thank you so much. Usually I get reviews weeks into it. First time I got one on the day I actually posted it up.

Ok, I'm on a roll. :P And no one can stop me! Muahaha! I don't want this to finish real quickly though I really want to keep writing it or I may lose the will to write.

Like I said on the other chapter…this one is going to be much longer than the last. But please…no more objects or stuff. I have
bruises on my bruises.

The coach was there as me, Eddy and Emily get on. Once it took off I looked out the window. Why the hell was I so eager to see him again? I didn't know. But it felt like a gut wrenching feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away.

Eddy and Emily's constant talk was droned out from my senses as I looked out of the window to the side of me. In my reflection I felt as though I could see Rick. His eyes…his hair and his charming but devilish smile. Gyah. I shook my head of the thought.

Finally there. Couldn't believe it. As soon as I got off the coach there was the trio, Judy, Max and…Rick! He turned to acknowledge me but I turned away hastily not daring to look him in the eye.

"We agreed this morning that we would work with you guys since it is our team name and our honour in this championship," Emily spoke first and Eddy nodded his head in silent agreement.

"That's all very well now isn't it," Judy said innocently, although I knew it wasn't at all. She could go to hell for all care. She had this all planned out, so from now on I work on my own.

We made our way to our very own locked room as Judy got us registered. Max sat on the bench tweaking at his new blade, Draciel Gravity. That kid must have a never – ending supply of beyblades.

Rick is chilling on the wall nearer the door, his muscles rippling under his skin. I look at the way he looks so relaxed and cool as he stands there leaning on the wall for support. Our battle would be very soon, and we will be facing the Barthez Battalion.

Ha..ha. The world Champion had lost his come back battle. I checked myself out in the mirror. Man, I looked good. My smile glinting and my hair shiny and my eyes sparkling. We did have a chance at winning this thing if Tyson is that crud.

"Tyson choked in the first round maybe the world champion has lost his edge," I laugh to myself but I am fully aware my team mates can hear my gloating.

"Heh, I wouldn't worry about Tyson," Rick smugly says, like I should be worrying about him in the stadium.

"Say what?" I pretend I didn't hear him and look at him through my blonde (:'( I like the burgundy haired Michael better but never mind -.-) locks.

"Unless of course I was you then I would really be worried about him," Rick gloated about me being lower than Tyson. Yeah. So what if I am? I can improve but only with time.

I growl, "Take that back Rick!" I place my hand in a fist near his jaw line, ready to strike.

"Both of you should be worried," Max butts in, stopping our argument dead.

"What do you know," I spit spitefully back.

"I bladed by his side for years and I know what kind of powers he has. If you underestimate him…you win get hurt,"

I stand back, and see what Max is talking about. Yeah, I know he was a pretty good blader in the past but wow, how much can one guy improve in the space of two years! That…is anyone's guess.

After that team talk from Max. It's our time to go in the stadium. I'm slightly worried about how well we will do with Rick on the team.

Once walking into the stadium, Rick was behind me. And before I knew I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"I am going do better than you could ever do. You just watch me Parker," He walked in front of me briskly.

"Just what the hell is your problem Rick! What the fuck have I ever done to you!" I yell at his retreating form. He stops and turns back round to face and walks up to me slowly.

He just smiles and before I knew it, I had been pushed to the wall on my left. Rick had grabbed the collar of my yellow t-shirt and looked at me.

"You ain't done nothin'. And I ain't got no problem. It's you whose got a problem with me," He growled.

I could feel his hand clasping around my neck, all but choking me slowly. His face was so close to mine I could feel his heated breath against my face. I felt like he was going to kiss me. I gulped.

"I'm gonna get you after this battle. Just you wait," With that, he thrust me to the floor. I winced as I hit the floor with such force I felt like I had put my back out of place. I just looked up at Rick who smirked down at me.

He poked a finger in my face, "No matter what you think. I will always be tougher than you. Always," He left me. On the floor. I just looked up as he walked away from me. I felt…hurt

Yes! Another Chapter done today! You better watch out folks because i have a whole day off tomorrow so updating will be every hour or so depending on how long i take to write a chapter out. :P

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