Wings to Fly Chapter 3: If It Was So Simple, a beyblade fanfic

Chapter 3 If it was so Simple

Ming-Ming opened the door to Silver's room. She slipped in and walked over to look at Silver, who was sleeping. " Hard to believe you used to work for them." She turned off the light and walked back out.

" What were you doing in there?" Ming-Ming turned her head to look at Mystle.

" Nothing!" She chirped brightly, " Just making sure our new teammate wasn't going to get hurt!" She twirled and went down the hall. Mystle watched Ming-Ming until she disappeared around the corner. He opened Silver door and looked inside. Satisfied with what he saw, he closed the door.

Silver sat on her windowsill and stared out again. It had become her favorite past time, just to sit there and stare out at nothing. Her door opened and Brooklyn walked in. " Silver time for practice, Ming-Ming has to go to her concert in an hour." Silver turned to look at him and she sighed. Ming-Ming…for some reason, she didn't know what, she didn't trust her…very much at least.

Silver grabbed her blade and followed Brooklyn out of her room. He seemed to sense she wasn't feeling tip top today. " You never know, you might get your bitbeast today."

Silver smiled warily, " Don't get your hopes up." She rubbed her arms gently and they continued their way down the hall to the blading room.

" Silver this is Garland, Garland meet Silver." The two shook hands. Silver smiled at the man that reminded her somewhat of Bryan. Garland merrily looked at her, wondering silently why the Justice 5 would recruit another girl onto the team. Especially when it was pretty clear Crusher already didn't believe Ming-Ming should be on the team.

" It's really nice to meet you," Silver smiled again and leaned against Brooklyn's strong frame. Garland nodded mutely and looked at Brooklyn questioning what had happened since he was gone.

Brooklyn turned Silver around and whispered something in her ear and Silver nodded, flashing one last smile at Garland and walked out of the room to catch up with Mystle she saw in the distance. " What's going on around here?" Garland demanded as soon as Silver was out of hearing range.

Brooklyn turned to his teammate, " She's going to be on our team." He replied calmly and stared at Garland.

" I can see that!" Garland grounded out, " But why?" He glared back, neither willing to look away.

Brooklyn finally blinked and smiled, " She beat Crusher."

" She WHAT?"

Brooklyn got a satisfied look on his face at Garland's expression, " Yes, she beat Crusher without a bitbeast." Garland closed his mouth and stared at the spot where Silver disappeared with Mystle.

" Ok…well what's with all the hugging?" Garland asked gruffly. Brooklyn shot him a glance and walked out. " Don't get soft know Brooklyn," Garland called out after the retreating figure.

" I don't get it," Silver moaned for the hundredth time. Mystle sighed and stared down at her math homework. Silver bellyached over the simple problem. Mystle couldn't understand how she didn't understand it.

" How can you not understand it?" Mystle asked desperately, " It's a trinomial and they want you to see if it's prime or not." Silver gave him a blank look. He sighed, " Its four y squared plus fourteen plus forty-nine b squared." Silver blinked down at the paper.

" So?"

Mystle rolled his eye, " Silver don't be stupid."

Silver pouted up at him, " So what if I'm stupid?" Mystle shook his head and they bent over her homework again.

Brooklyn rounded the corner of the house the Justice 5 were staying at and froze. Silver and Mystle had their head bent together over a paper. Silver would laugh every once in a while and Mystle would grin at whatever she said. He narrowed his eyes when Silver looked up at Mystle with something different in her eyes. He turned away from the scene and walked away.

Silver turned on her computer and wondering why Brooklyn didn't show up for dinner. She checked her email and logged on to AIM. The screen for accepting new people popped up and out of pure curiosity she clicked 'yes'.

God of Gods: Вы знаете меня?(1)

Silver eyebrows shot skyward. She skimmed over the Russian lettering she hadn't read in years. Her fingers hesitated before she typed her answer.

Fallen-lost-Angel: Нет.(2)

The person on the other line replied immediately.

God of Gods: вы, любовник.(3)

Silver chocked on the water she was drink and spit some out into her hand.

Fallen-lost-Angel: Адом будет вы?(4)

God of Gods: вы должны знать меня, я знаете вас.(5)

Fallen-lost-Angel: Я знаю что много, но будут вами.(6)

Gods of Gods: Препятствует мнению ваш ангел.(7)

God of Gods logging off at 9:34.

Silver gapped at the computer screen…angel? What had she gotten herself into? She shut off her computer with a dazed look at went to brush her teeth. She climbed into bed and tugged the covers up to her chin to ward of the Russian coldness. She picked up a book from her nightstand to take things off her mind.

Leafing through the pages to find her spot she propped pillows up and leaned into them. Finding her spot she moved the light closer and drowned in the words.. An onscreen figure's chest exploded. This next kill was for the record. Got it! His eyes flashed toward the score. Two hundred seventy-six enemies dead. Silver read till her eye's dropped.

Another room across the hall opened and Brooklyn walked out. He walked over to Silver door and opened it. He went in and closed the door after himself. He smiled at the sight she made. Her book was clutched in one had while her head was tossed to one side, spilling her raven and silver hair all over the pillow and bed.

He tugged the book out of her grasp and set it down on the table ledge. He pushed the light back a few paces. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead. Brooklyn turned off the light and walked out.

" If b squared is x times two…so I'd work backward…substitute b with 144, well duh, x would be 72…I think." Silver muttered to herself under her breath. She sighed, " Mystel, I need help!" She turned when Mystel didn't answer her, " Mystel?"

" They left an hour ago." Silver whirled around on her chair and stared at Brooklyn. " Did I scare you?" His voice was dark and seductive. Silver shivered. She didn't know what was different about him. He looked the same. " Is something the matter Silver?" Silver shook her head mutely.

He walked around one of the desks that littered the room and ran his hand along the top of it. " Are you sure?" Silver nodded and leaned backward, away form him when he came to a stop in front of her. " You look sacred."

" A…little." She stuttered out and edged backward. " Did you need something?" She swallowed as he stared down at her. His normally emerald eyes were rather dark all of a sudden. " Brooklyn?" She asked softly.

Brooklyn's pupils seemed to dint and he grabbed her arm. " Brooklyn!" Silver shouted in fear and he dragged her up. " Where are you taking me?" She screamed, trying to get his attention. Brooklyn ignored her and shoved her into a pitch-black room. His grip on her wrist disappeared. " Brooklyn?" she whimpered softly into the dark room.

There was a whisper of wind that brushed against Silver's face. She jerked and turned around. " Brooklyn?" She called out again. Hands descended onto her bare back and brushed. She whirled around again. " Brooklyn where are you, stop playing games." She begged in a whisper. She was terrified of the dark, it reminded her too much of the past.

Something caught her and the force, the thing, applied, and sent the two falling backward. She let out a muffled yelp and felt stars enter her vision when her head cracked against something hard. The bed she realized dimly. When she regained her senses, someone had both of her hands pinned high above her head with his own.

" Brooklyn?" She whispered, hoping that if it weren't him, he would be here…somewhere. The person above her leaned down over her and she felt his breath skim her skin. Mouths descended onto her own and pried open her mouth without thinking. Terror spiraled through her veins and she struggled against her imprisonment.

One hand slipped away from her, where she gripped like it was her last connection to earth. It slid down her neck, stopping to stroke the swell of her breast and slipped under her shirt. " Silver." Her name left the person's mouth like a breath. Silver tensed and gasped as she recognized his voice.

" Brooklyn?" She whispered in astonishment. She struggled harder against his grip. She didn't understand why he was doing this. Tears seeped out the corner of her closed eyes. " Please Brooklyn…" His mouth trailed down her neck and he bit her shoulder. " STOP!" She shouted and all actions creased.

Brooklyn removed himself from the top of her and the light was flickered on. Silver rolled over and curled up into a ball. Her face was turned away from him and tears slid down her face. Brooklyn rubbed his face as he sat on the opposite edge.

His eyes were dark and sad; he couldn't understand why he couldn't control himself. Why he was compelled to make her his and only his. He couldn't explain the jealousy that rose in him when he was Silver and Mystel together. He buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath.

He looked up and over at Silver who was curled into a death like position. What had he done? He crawled over and touched her shoulder. Silver flinched and lifted her head to look at him. " Silver…I'm…sorry." He whispered out. Silver let her head drop back against her ears and she just watched him. Like a hurt child, begging for an answer to the forever question, why?

Brooklyn gave a deep suffering sigh and lay down next to her. " Silver?" He asked softly and stroked her bare back, from should to mid back. He heard her soft sniffles and draped his arm around her waist. " I'm sorry." He buried his head against her neck. " Forgive me?"

Silver didn't move. She was still in shock at what had crossed between them. " Silver?" She stirred at his soft tone. Shivering she nodded like a robot and slipped away from him into her dreamland.

(1) Do you know who I am?

(2) No

(3) You should lover.

(4) Who the hell are you?

(5) You should know me, I know you.

(6) I know that much, but who are you?

(7) Lets just say I'm your angel

Author's Corner:

Ok I'm not russian...so excuse me while I make mistakes. Don't say anything about how wrong my russian is...I'm not freaking russian. Deal if the grammer or spelling is wrong. Right...and dont' go saying if you're goign to write about another language, use a language you know. Do I look like I fucking care? No I don't!

Ok now that that's over with...lets get cracking. This chapter was weird and all my chapter reflect the mood I'm feeling...so incase you didn't figure it out, I'm down right pissed. You all can figure out who God of Gods was right? Yeah well anyway enjoy this chapter.

AngelDranger: XD hehe...yeah I am sick...down wih the fever at home. I Hope you like this chapter! I'm still figuring out how everything should fall into place, I'm see you around on AIM.

Smoke-Angel: O.o really...I didn't know that. XD I'm such an airhead. Thanks for pointing that out, I'll get it fixed!

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Freezewind:Oh...HI! GLOMP hehe..sorry, flet like doing that. yeah...this story is about to get down right confusing if you're never read Digital Blade...which I don't think everyone who's reading right now has read Digital Blade. Well when they get lost...I'll just have to say I told you so. Thanks for your comments they really helped! I'm still trying to improve on my grammer, which I down right suck at. XD I'm jsut a retard. Thanks for reviewing.