Chapter twelve
Damn him for being curious and having a certain streak for breaking rules. Really he couldn't help but walk around the house at night, he found that inner film director coming through and this chance was perfect for a short movie. The corridors were dimly lit either by the large windows at the end of corridors or the little dimmed lamps on the walls. He wasn't scared of getting lost because, be as it may that his imagination was a bit out there, he just didn't believe in ghosts…especially in Josie's mansion. He would jump from certain noises but it added to the whole effect, however he couldn't stop being aware that someone was watching him, sort of like the portraits along the hall.
It actually amazed him though, how big the house was. He hadn't left the second storey and yet there were rooms upon rooms, doors upon doors and no secret passage ways he had imagined. He took a right but stopped and quickly moved behind a vase. Someone was coming up the stairs, the first set of stairs he found. He moved his camera just around the corner and used the screen to see who was there. Soon enough he realized no one was there at all and concluded they turned right into the darkened corridor.
"I thought my sister said not to walk about at night," he gave a startled yelp and turned around to see Josie's older brother scowling at him. Cy chuckled sheepishly and held up the camera, "oh…so you're the director wannabe?" Enrique turned his head to the side and frowned, "I might have something you'll like, follow me." He turned around and pushed open a door that hid a spiralling staircase into infinite darkness.
Enrique took the five candled candelabra off an end table and lit it with a lighter he had in his pant pocket. When Cy gave him a quizzical look he admitted the truth, "I quitted smoking a few weeks ago, I'm having one a day now or almost none at all," he smiled brightly and then entered stepped foot on the staircase.
"Does Josie know?" Cy asked curiously.
"Yep, she's the one who made me quit and Oliver…" Cy smiled slightly and held the camera up making sure to follow Enrique's every movement.
"Josie says the house is haunted, is that true?" Josie's older brother snorted and continued walking, "I mean I don't believe in it but it was one of the excuses she used to tell us not to walk around at night."
"Well anything that comes out of my dear sister's mouth is usually true, things disappear here and we haven't located them. It's not the staff and no burglar, security tapes prove that." They came upon a door that blended in well with the darkness; Enrique pushed on the solid tinted glass and leaned inside for the light switch. "My cousin uses it for his work; he stays over a lot so he films a lot. Um…yea…I think he's installed some new stuff so you can have fun with that."
"You don't really know what you own in your house do you?" Cy asked looking around the room and noticing the few computers, shelf of cameras and equipment. He would have entered weren't it not for the older blonde boy to shut the door in his face. "What gives?" he cried.
"To bed," Enrique nudged him towards the stairs and stood in front of the door like a guard. Cy sighed and trudged up the stairs defeated, truthfully he was a tad bit tired but the prospect of cameras and equipment called to him. After being showed to his room he crawled into bed exhausted.
Light filtered into the room and Rafaela cracked an eye open and then the other. Groaning she sat up and rubbed her bleary eyes, turning she was about to wake Josie but noticed her bed empty. Wondering where she was Rafaela crawled out of bed and gently knocked on the door, no reply. Shrugging she decided that her captain could probably survive in her own house and decided to have a shower in the en suite, the room in which she knocked upon.
She just hopped in the shower when she heard Josie's calm voice, "Aela? Oh she's up, that's good – Jade honey how many times must I tell you not to play with Mummy's hair." She smiled gently as the hot water trickled down her back. They were sharing a very large house with three teams, two having all boys and then adding Josie's brother and his friends. She was sure their stay would be very interesting.
After breakfast they were all standing outside awaiting orders from their respective captains. When Kai ordered his team to go to the left of the house and Tala ordering his to go to the right, Anonymous looked at Josie expectantly. "Come on inside, we'll train in there. We made a roster so that when it comes to training we share the gym equally, today we got it and tomorrow Kai has it."
They looked at each other nodded their heads and shrugged, they decided that Josie was far too hospitable to allow people living with her to not share the benefits of Tornatone Manor. They gasped at the large room that had walls made of mirrors and a floor made of clear Perspex, the fact that they had what a gym in the local suburb would have and more. "Are we going to be using our beyblades at all?" Rafaela asked, her grey eyes roamed the room and when she saw no beydishes she turned around confused, "what are we going to do?" she asked carefully.
"The beyblades are reserved for the garden," Josie said in a well practised tone, "I decided we should have a little fun because this is the second round, I might become nasty. Now…it's either working out to up beat music or…discussing tactics for the future battles to come?" She smiled; a smile that didn't reach her eyes and went didn't go unnoticed by the team.
Being friends for quite some time they had all grown accustomed to everyone's mannerisms, their habits and personalities that they considered themselves like a family. They had grown used to Josie's smiles, they admitted she wasn't a great actress and was easy to read so when that little smile was only a left tilt of her lip, they knew something was up. Yuri, Lan and Rafaela made it clear that they'd be having a girl's night, which they'd get Cy to lock up the boys in the miniature arcade even if he disagreed and just wanted to sleep, they had told him to sleep on the couch.
The music was on and they were soon singing to 'Angels Crying' by E-Type, they were surprised that Josie had imported a large collection of English music and not some of the Italian records that Enrique liked to play. Josie stood behind Cy ready to catch the weight that Cy was lifting; she was surprised to see the muscles he had hidden by his oversized t-shirts. The blonde boy looked up at her, his breathing laboured as he pumped the bar up and down. He was looking her in the eyes, just to keep his mind off the burning sensation in his arms. As he continued to stare he noticed the concern, the lack of sleep and the less than rosy cheeks, if it was something he knew about Josie that the others didn't was that her cheeks would loose colour from stress or something else more anxious.
He knew the girl far longer than the others; he'd seen her around when he went out with his brothers, only because his brothers 'knew all the hot places to go to.' Josie being the wealthy, socialite was at the same function as him, a little party held by one of his brother's ex-girlfriend or girlfriend…they were always having an on/off relationship. It was the time just before she fell pregnant and she was often caught dancing with a curly haired blonde kid, Adam, the father of Jade. It was jealousy because here was this beautiful girl, who had befriended him at the buffet dancing with this boy that wasn't him, he was a boy and he once did have feelings for his captain.
When he found her on his doorstep holding a silk handkerchief to her nose he felt heartbroken, at this time though he grew over the girl because he had fallen for someone else…another blonde of Asian background…Lan. But he still helped her, offered her comfort and his mother's famous hot chocolate, with courage he kicked his brothers out of the room, almost literally…but not without putting up a fight.
"Can I please have the room? Just for a few minutes?" he asked in rapid Italian, the four older boys raised their blonde eyebrows and crossed arms, "please, I'm desperate here." He didn't like begging and knew that it would give a chance for his brothers to tease him. Cy could hear Josie just beside him as he stood on the threshold of the messy lounge room.
"How desperate?" Peter stood up from his seat on the couch and looked his brother in the eye, he was sensible even if he was second youngest and should've been more immature.
"Tell them," he heard Josie whisper in a solemn voice but he couldn't do that to her because he knew how much she wanted to keep it a secret.
"Please, can't you just be the brothers I look up to, that should be mature, young men that understand a brother's motives when he says he needs the room for one sole moment." They were silent, never knowing that the youngest member could say such powerful words, filled with such emotion and holding no famous Ochre glint in his green and blue eyes.
"Tell us now Cy, what the hell is going on?" Daniel, much more demanding, much more stubborn had stepped forward and glared down at the fourteen year old.
He lost his last nerve, Cy plunged forward and knocked his brother to the ground and the only way that the large battle had stopped was by Josie who entered and screamed in a shrill, broken voice to stop…
He learned from then on as he watched her progress through the pregnancy watched the tears and the smiles and heard the silence and laughter that anyone to get her so worked up could only be one person…and he hoped to god that he didn't return.
He found he was right as he sat by Josie's room, just by the door that was left ajar and strained his ears as he heard his captain tell the girls about Adam. He was returning, to say hello, to meet his daughter and perhaps claim some legality over Jade. It was going to be one hell of a battle. No things such as beyblading didn't seem to matter anymore because the tournament they would be facing now seemed much more important, far greater and required more work. No amount of skill over their bit beast would matter and although their spirits was part of their soul, their rationality wouldn't help the situation at all. He feared that if Jade, the light in Josie's overcomplicated life, was gone…he wondered if the girl that befriended him would ever return, would she still be fun? Smart? No, she'd always be smart but would she still smile and laugh? Would she find the humour in non humorous situations?
He just had to wonder because he could read people like a book and he found this language to be the hardest by yet. She wasn't written in English or Italian or in some weird symbol like alpha or delta, it was like a scrambled of weird loops and twists because everything suddenly seemed so wrong. The only reason he allowed the girls to look after her was because they were the only girlfriends she had that wouldn't turn their backs on her, not like the girls she used to hang around with.
He heard footsteps and merely looked up when a shadow surrounded him; Kai looked at him with dark, mahogany eyes and a snarl on his face that indicated his sudden anger. "Ciao Cy, what a pleasant surprise. I certainly didn't know you'd be here, I'm here to see Josie." He was pulled to his feet by Kai and then Cy could easily look into Adam's blue eyes, he growled low in his throat and closed the door to Josie's room with a snap.
"She's busy, girls only."
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Indeed I do apologise and I am currently now waiting to be plummeted into the ground by angry readers. This update is very late but I have had it on my hard drive for quite some time because I got a little lost after writing about Cy's midnight adventure. I was on holiday but I've spent so much time writing these dark stories will or murder, lust and craze because it was a good story line and I wanted to get my English teacher to read it.
School is returning in a few days lord forbid because I've only started my homework. Anyway, I shall not be badmouthing physics anymore despite the good marks I was getting because I got switched to business management, the black humanities sheep in my science flock. Got myself a tutor for maths as well because my teachers a bitch. I'm not returning to this camp guy's English class and hope to god I'm with my new beloved friend because he is afraid, very afraid of said teacher. I have new friends also :D not bad friends but much more than I used to, I'm pleased.
Um…I'm also going through a very Disney phase where my world of music revolves around Disney songs and wondering if any of my friends might enter the school's concert…highly doubt it.
Thus for the heck of it, here's a excerpt of my story Porcelain Doll which is just a one shot I can't post on the website because it's not fanfiction.
To her it was just a game. Killing, it was a game with no boundaries, no rules. There will be repercussions when those who played became victorious and those that didn't wound up dead. She wasn't playing to die but to bring home a victory like no other. Thoughts like this made her the epitome of a disfigured porcelain doll, a cracked skull, missing eye. That was who she was in the cabinet.
Anyone interested in reading it give me your email and I'll send it to ya…who said a free bit of advertising never hurt :D
