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 Elemental Gypsy for reviewing. I know how much you like Michael and Rick stories. Hehe. I know how much it seems like they aren't going to get together because Rick's being all smug and stuff but he will come around.
I think Michael is making a game of 20 questions don't you think? Also, please mind my italics in the story as they are speech of the programme so I can't talk them.
Michael's POV
I did walk into the stadium just a few minutes after the match to get myself organised. My teammates looked over at me with concern. I just nodded my head. I didn't want them to know how much trouble I was in with the new member, Rick.
It was him up for battle first. Against Claude of the Barthez Battalion. He didn't look much in the looks department to me but let's see what's he's got. Urgh. There's goes Rick, blasting that effin tune out of the stereo. Doesn't he ever get sick of it?
I snort to myself. Rick must think he can attack Claude head on. Shows how much this guy knows about beyblading. Though I must admit the way he speaks to his bit beast, Rock Bison with commanding words is…no I thinking those damn thoughts again…
Rick's POV
I don't know what it is but I can't focus. Max ain't making it any better.
"You can't just attack Claude head on Rick," Max tells me from my bottom left.
"What are you Max? A back seat blader?" I say back,trying to get the little midget off my case.
Damn it! I nearly lost my focus again. Before I knew he had unleashed his bit beast's
attack of twin saber. Therefore, he was balancing on the pins. That's it. I'm officially annoyed now. Bigstyle!
"Bison will knock you down to earth," I say, "Nothing is going to stop me, NOTHING!" I yell and Bison goes on a rampage, destroying all the pins in needle valley stadium. I was too delirious to focus that one of the pins headed straight for Claude. And the son of a bastard didn't move, he just stood like taking it. He reminded me of someone as I looked to my side seeing the blonde locks of Michael. I saw that he was cursing under his breath. Not like that made a difference to me.
I turn back to the battle, "Hey whaddya know. Your blade still has some power,"
"What! What was that!"
"From where I come from you keep going. Even till the bitter end,"
Ok, so yeah. We won that match by default because the stupid chicken couldn't even beyblade with a damaged arm. Some beyblader; I smirk to myself.
"It's ok Rick. It's not like you did it on purpose,"
"Ah this doesn't bothered me at all. I'm used to getting booed," I just shrug. I did usually get booed back in my home town. Power is all that matters to me.
Michael's POV
Damn him. I smash one of the lockers in our own locker room. How could he? Did he have no respect for Claude? No. It was as simple as that he didn't care. He was all out ruthless.
I heard the door go but I still kept cursing to myself under my breath. Before I knew it, my head was bashed against the locker door where the grates were and I fell to the ground in pain. I couldn't turn round to see my attacker. Although I had a faint idea of who it was.
"You…made me lose," I hear a voice growl.
I knew it was him.
"What the fuck! I never had anything to do with your fucking defeat!" I muffle back since my face is slammed to the floor.
"Don't you give me that shit! You had everything to do with that battle!" He slams his foot down on my back right on my spine and digs his foot in deeply. I scream, never have I been in so much pain. My back is starting to ache with the pain of being pushed.
"At least give me how I was involved," I choke through my pain.
"You pissed me off even before the fucking beybattle that's why!" This time round, he grabs my hair and wrenches it back. Making the foot on my back even more painful. I scream and then whimper. Now my head hurts.
I can feel myself about to cry. I can feel the floodgates breaking. They do so. I feel the warm tears making their way down my face. I can see Rick's eyes looking down at me. He was just staring at me. Before he let go of my hair and got his foot off my back.
"Ah, you're not worth my effort," He storms out of the locker room.
Once he has left I break down. I've never really been bullied this badly before. I try to get up, fighting against the pain. I walk over to the mirror across the room. I look up to see my face. I have the grate marks down my face. Damn him!
I cuddle into myself and sit myself on the bench behind me and silently whimper to myself. Before I hear the door go again.
How vicious can I make Rick? Very, very vicious.
Another chapter done and dusted for today.
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