Wings to Fly Chapter 9: A Rainy Road Down Memory Lane, a beyblade fanfic

Chapter 9 A Rainy Road Down Memory Lane

Brooklyn remained awake, his eyes focused on the ceiling and he listened as the rain poured down outside of his window. Silver shifted around in her sleep and mumbled something. Brooklyn's arms tighten around her waist and brought her closer to him. " You should really get some sleep." Silver's sleepy voice pulled him from his thoughts. " Boris is going to want us tomorrow." Her head that rest on his chest lifted to stare into his eyes.

Brooklyn murmured something and kissed her neck. " You go back to sleep, I'm coming." Silver shook her hand and leaned her head back down. " That's what you always say, you don't get to sleep." She sat up to look at him better.

Brooklyn smirked and played with the blue shirt she wore. Silver rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away. " I mean it." Brooklyn sat up too and Silver gave him a deadpan look and shifted to her knees. He still managed to tower over her. Brooklyn pulled her over and kissed her stomach.

" I know…but I'm not tired." He grinned up at her. Silver rolled her eyes again and smacked him over the head playfully. " You pig." She muttered with a frown. Brooklyn cast her a hurt look and lifted her blue shirt. Silver gave a shriek before hitting him again. Brooklyn gave a gruff laugh before licking the exposed skin.

Silver squirmed to get away from him. " You're not strong enough." He teased and caused them both to fall back onto the bed with Silver under him. " You know I think I like you under me." Silver gave a suffering sigh and hit him in the chest.

" You're such a pig!" Brooklyn began to attack her neck. " I know," he whispered into the swell of her breasts, " And you like me like that." Silver stroked his hair and they stayed like that for some time.

" It's raining." Silver remarked absently. Brooklyn shifted from his spot on top of her and laughed. " Do you always point out the obvious?" Silver gave a roll of her shoulders and poked him quite painfully in the side. Brooklyn moved his head to give her a glare. Silver stuck out her tongue before both sobered back down.

Brooklyn rolled off of her and brought her to his side. " What did you and Kai talk about?" Silver grumbled soothing into the pillow. " Silver." The tone of his voice caused her to turn her head.

" Why do you want to know?"

Brooklyn nuzzled her neck, causing Silver to wiggle. " I have the right to know, don't I?"

" No." Silver turned around and cupped her face in his hands. " I'm sorry Brooklyn, but what I said to him…it's best kept personal now." Brooklyn reached up and grabbed her wrists before kissing the inside of both wrists.

" I doubt it," He forces her to stare into his eyes. " How much longer do we have to live? Once Boris is done with what he needs us for, we're dead." Silver shook her head and tears strayed into her eyes.

" Don't you dare say that," She hissed back.

Brooklyn wiped away the tears that managed to leak out. " Tell me..." Silver stubbornly shook her head. " Brooklyn just because I slept with you doesn't mean you have accuse into my life." Brooklyn's face went stormy and he leaned over her. " Like hell Silver!"

Silver flinched but didn't back down. Brooklyn rubbed his face with one hand and let go of Silver. " I'm sorry, I just don't like how he looks at you and the bruises he gave you." Silver closed her eyes and wondered if Boris was behind this entire Brooklyn act. Groaning mentally at herself, she felt Brooklyn once again gaining a response from her body with his touches.

Silver sighed softly. She was falling in too deep. She was making this personal with Brooklyn. Too deep, she was in too deep. One last night, she though warily, one last night with him and it's over. Boris might not have planned this, but when he asked Silver and Brooklyn to…do what they did the other night…Silver had unknowingly just handing the key of her soul over to him.

Silver got out of bed and dressed herself. Casting a glance over at the sleeping form of Brooklyn, she leaned over and kissed his forehead before walking out of the room. She had some business to take care of.

Brooklyn turned around in the bed, allowing him some rare time to enjoy life. He reached for Silver and his eyes snapped open. She wasn't there. He sat up and got dressed. Combing his hair with his hands, he walked out of the room. Maybe she was down at the café.

Silver sat quietly next to Mystel with Garland to her left. Ming-Ming sat next to him with Crusher on her left. She stirred her coffee listlessly; it wasn't like she was going to drink it. Ming-Ming chattered with full forces and occasionally one of the three guys would answer her. Crusher mostly just threw out insults at her.

" Aren't you going to drink that?" Mystel stopped her hand from stirring. Silver slowly turned to look at him and blinked like it was just then she realized that he was there. " Huh?" She gave an intelligent answer. Mystel shook his head, " are you going to drink that?" Silver glanced down at her cup of coffee. It was probably too sweet and she had put in too much cream.

Mystel gave her hand a squeeze to bring her back to earth. " Silver, are you feeling alright." She nodded and shoved the cup of coffee to him. He picked up the cup and handed it to the waiter.

Brooklyn walked over and moved to sit in-between Mystel and Silver. Silver glanced up and flinched under his questioning gaze. Crusher moved over and waved Brooklyn into the seat between Mystel and him. Ming-Ming glanced up and gave a huge smile, " Hey Brooklyn!" She went right back to chattering.

Silver stood up and excused herself before walking away. Brooklyn was dragged into Ming-Ming's conversation and just stared off after Silver.

Silver stopped at the Bladebreakers table where everyone sat and just talked. She cleared her throat and all eyes snapped to her. Silence followed, Silver narrowed her eyes and gave a sigh. " Jeeze what a happy bunch," She muttered sarcastically.

" What do you want?" Emily snapped. Silver rolled her eyes and sneered at her before dropping a package on their table and left without another word.

" Do you think se should open it?" Mariah asked curiously. " Does it have a name on it?" Kenny asked quickly. Mariah picked up the package and turned it over. " Yeah…but I can't make it out, it…looks…Russian?" All heads turned to the Neoborg. Tala grabbed the package with a word and scanned it.

" It's not a name," He finally spoke, " It's just a sentence, to open the door to the dead souls." The group at the table shuddered. And Tala opened the package without as much as a bat of his eyes. Out fell a blade and several gasps followed.

" Didn't Silver…smash that blade?"

On the table rested a clear blade that seemed to be made out of glass. Green glowing numbers and letters swirled around and around, the pattern never the same.

" It's that the Digital Blade?"

Author's Corner:

Sorry for the long long long wait. I'm soooooo sorry. Hope you enjoy.

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