Gone South for the summer
Summary: All the bladers are spending a summer at Max's aunt's house in America. The time there was supposed to be filled with fun activities, but will they be able to get to them with the appearence of a mysterious team that seems to be challenging all the visiting teams one by one to secret matches, leading to defeat after defeat of the teams one by one. On top of that, an odd girl who seems to have even less emotion then Kai, seems to be having truobles of her own that some others get dragged into. Sounds like a bunch of fun for them, no?
Disclaimer: I only own my OC's, not Beyblade or the charcaters in Beyblade. Also, Blitzkrieg, Tala's dog, is owned by Apple Senorita. And the main idea of my OC's team is off of one of Yurii Savinov's stories.
Pairings: Tyson x Hilary is all so far! xP
Quick note: Ignore all of my mistakes please, I've got such short-term memory that it's killing me to look through and find all of my mistakes because I forgot to do something. -.-;;
Dedications: This story is dedicated to three of the best authoresses ever! Yurii Savinov, who is awesome, Apple Senorita, who was so kind to let me use Blitzkreig, and Rand-Chan, whose so awesome for updateing her great story so frequantly!
"blahblahblah" talking
/blahblahblah/ talking in Russian
"blahblahblahblah" thinking
"blahblahblah" bitbeast talking
"blahblahblah" Dream
A small brunette girl fell to the floor with a loud 'thud'. She looked to be about the age of nine perhaps, with a thirteen year old standing over top of her.
"Little miss tough guy can't handle to fight me?" Asked the teenager mockingly, pushing the young girl down as she tried to get up.
"How can I be 'miss tough guy' that doesn't make any sense?" The small girl retorted, spitting out some blood as she did.
"Why you, how dare you talk back to me! I'm the owner's son, don't you know that?" The boy growled, kicking the girl in the stomach.
"Oh dear lord, you're his offspring? I would've imagined some one much…hm, how do I put this nicely…perhaps stronger, taller, faster, and less girlish would be the words I was searching for," The small brunette taunted, now standing up once more.
The boy's expression changed to shock as he listened to the girl speak, no one had ever dared to speak against him before, and yet this little girl insulted him?
"Just wait, Mishka, I'm going to go tell my father!" with that, the boy ran off.
Mishka stood up, gripping her stomach as she made her way to her cell slowly, though making sure to stand up straight as she walked. As soon as she reached her cell, she tried to open it, only to find it locked.
"Crap, they still have them locked," she growled; as she went to turn around she quickly fell to the floor due to walking into something.
"Mishka, I believe someone special would like to see you."
Mishka looked up to see two large guards standing in front of her; she rolled her eyes at what one of them said. As the guards went to grab her arms, Mishka quickly slipped away from them, before heading off in the direction of the 'head masters' office.
"I can escort myself," Mishka stated, as the guards were about to try and grab her again.
The guards followed her closely, ready to grab her if she started to run, until they got to what looked like a normal door, that truly it was made out of steel. He guards opened the door, frowning as Mishka entered, her head held up high and her arms crossed.
"You wanted to speak to me?" she asked, not bothering to look at the man in front of her.
"Yes, I believe you insulted my son, and there is a bruise on his arm, which he told me you caused," the man said, also frowning at the girls actions.
Mishka's eyes glinted with amusement," I didn't know I hit him? I was trying to get his attention, seeing as he is the great son of yours, I wanted to see if he'd help me, but then he pushed me to the ground, so I couldn't help but tell him off. Remember, you always said stick up for yourself and if anyone pushes you down, to either insult them or push back twice as hard."
The man growled, obviously the girl was testing his patience," Take her away, I don't care what you do, but punish her!"
Mishka's face turned cold, not budging an inch from her emotionless expression as she was dragged off by the guards.
"You're a weakling, no wonder your parents dumped you off here!"
"Yeah, they probably dumped you off here, and instead of going back to what ever hole they came out of, left to go live in America or some where nice like that!"
Mishka tackled the leader of the small group that stood laughing at her, making the others go after her, trying to pull her off of their leader. All of the commotion caused only brought guards over; they took them all separately away, not even giving Mishka a chance to redeem herself, instead going straight to the punishing chambers.
She seemed unfazed by the taunting and beatings she was getting, clearly focused on just trying to keep her anger under control, along with the tears of hate that were forming.
'Pull on those rip cords harder!"
"If you launch like that in the beystadium, your blade won't last a minute!"
All of the kids continued to try and launch, trying to gain what could never be reached, which was never getting a comment from the trainers, but just to be passed by without them wanting to improve you in some way. It was impossible, none of their 'beyblade prodigies' ever turned out the way they wanted them to, end if they did, they were just sent off to some other place in Russia, to end their training.
One kid fell to the ground, after which the guards checked his identification number, and dragged him off towards his respectful cell. The poor kid would probably be punished later, to 'build up' endurance, so the 'head master' liked to say.
'Mishka Ivanova, please come to the head masters office."
The said girl seemed unfazed by her name being said over the speaker, having heard it many times before. She quickly set her launcher and blade in their holders, before heading off. Once she entered the office, she wanted to spit on the man in front of her, but instead stared at the floor, until she was spoken to.
"Mishka, you're only fourteen, and yet you're almost the top in the lodge, so I've decided to send you off to continue your training in Russia, you'll leave tomorrow."
Mishka nodded, before turning and leaving, this would be her perfect chance to escape…
"Stop her! She's getting away!"
The only glimpse of the girl that was getting away that was able to be seen was her long brunette hair, the rest of her cloths were the same color as the area around, so she blended in well.
"Crap, its freezing cold, why didn't I expect this?"
At the sound of gun shots, Mishka quickened her pace, not wanting to be caught, who knows what they would do to her if they did catch her. Oh no, that was the sounds of snow mobiles behind her, this wasn't going to be good, she had to find some where to hide so she could get away from them, but where?
"Mishka, get up!"
Mishka eyes flew open, Miranda stood over her, a concerned look on her face.
"Mishka, you were crying out in your sleep," she said, Mishka could see her shaking, probably scared.
"I'm sorry, I was just having a bad dream," Mishka explained, trying to calm her friend down.
"It sounded like you were hurt, and it was so sad," Miranda replied, as she sat back down on her sleeping bag.
"Well, I'm fine, so you can go back to bed, sorry for worrying you," Mishka tried to hide the fact that she was a bit shaken by her own dreams,
"Ok…" Miranda mumbled, before slowly falling back to sleep.
Mishka stood up and walked out of the tent, making sure to be quiet so she didn't wake up anyone else. As she was going to walk down to the lake and put her feet in the water, she realized two people were already there, one resting their head on the others shoulder. It was so cute, she couldn't really tell who the two were, but they looked some what like Tyson and Hilary. She turned, not wanting to bother them, looking around for somewhere to sit and just watch the stars.
"Just great, look who's up…'
Mishka looked for a way to perhaps hide, since the redhead appeared to be heading in her direction. She stepped to the side, seeing as the boy didn't seem to be paying attention to her, and just lost in his own thoughts. She let a small sigh escape her lips, before turning to walk away, only to have her wrist grabbed.
/Wait, I need to ask you a few questions/ Tala said, still holding on to her wrist.
/I won't answer them, now let go of me before I make you/ Mishka answered, glaring at Tala with her uncovered eye.
/Were you the girl who was going to come to the abbey, but ended up escaping before you got there/ Tala questioned, not letting go of her hand.
/How'd you find out about the girl that escaped/ Mishka asked, a glint of curiosity in her eye.
/Some one had found out, and it quickly spread around the abbey, I always thought it had just been made up though/ Tala replied, seeming to still be in thought.
/So what if I am, what does that matter/ Mishka asked, finally getting her wrist away from Tala.
Tala just shrugged/ I don't know, I guess I just wanted to know how someone could escape at a time like that and not have been caught again./
/Yeah, I know, that's when they had all the security because there was such a high rate of kids trying to escape, but still, I didn't escape without a cost/ Mishka answered, looking down at the ground as she said her words.
/What do you mean/
Mishka pulled the hair that covered her other eye away, the eye had a clouded look to it, and scars of what looked like scratches ran across her eye and down her face a bit more.
/How'd that happen/
/I'm stupid./
Tala watched as Mishka styled her hair so that it covered her eye again, and after her blunt reply, she pushed passed Tala, obviously wanting to be alone.
/Wait, can you see out of that eye any more/
/No, now leave me alone./
Tala watched her walk away for a few more seconds, before turning away, at least that was a start to finding out about the mysterious Mishka. He walked back to his tent, deciding he had gotten enough fresh air.
"Go, Phantom Einhorn!"
Mishka watched as her black and grey blade tore up anything in its path easily.
"Mistress, you seem upset about something."
"It's nothing, lets just practice."
"Yes, my mistress. Just remember, call on me if anyone is bothering you and I shall protect you."
"Yes, I know, thank you Phantom Einhorn."
After about another hour of practice, Mishka made her way slowly back to her tent, falling asleep with great difficulty once lying down, though eventually she fell to sleep.
It was a bright and sunny day, and everyone was down at the lake swimming again, well, other then some of the girls who sat on the so called 'beach' attempting to get a tan. A spot underneath a tree nearby the lake had a small Russian flag placed in the ground with colorful tape around it, obviously claimed by Tala.
"Ah, Bryan, stop, you're going to kill Kai!"
Bryan ignored the pleas coming from some of the people around him, and continued to hold the said boy's head under water, his arms flailing around as he tried to get back up for air. Ian stood in the water watching them, laughing his head off at the unfortunate fate of Kai.
"If you don't shut up Ian, you'll be joining him!" Bryan threatened, turning to the small teen for a moment.
Ian quickly shut up; trying as hard as he possibly could not to laugh. Finally, after Kai had stopped moving, Bryan let him up for air.
"Holy (breath) flippin (breath) crap!" Kai exclaimed, as he tried to catch his breath.
"Can't handle your punishment?" Bryan asked, as he prepared to put Kai's head under water again.
"Ok, I get your point," Kai replied, still taking in deep breaths.
"Good, now that we see eye to eye, go save Tala from drowning," Bryan said, before turning and leaving Kai.
At the last part of Bryan's comment, he turned to see Tala flapping his arms back in forth in the middle of the lake, his head going in and out of the water. The stupid redhead knew how to swim, so why was he being so retarded?
"Tala, what are you doing?" Kai called, a she started swimming towards the said person.
"Trying to swim!" was all Tala managed to say before going under the water again.
Kai soon swam up next to Tala, only to have the redhead cling onto him. (A/N: Don't get any ideas.)
"Save me!"
Kai rolled his eyes, before starting off back to the shallower part of the lake, only to have Tala start weighing him down.
"Tala, you have to help," Kai growled, as he faced him.
"Oh, I know," Tala replied, as he started to slowly move his feet.
"Wait, Tala, you didn't go out into the middle and act like you were drowning just so you could get a ride back, did you?"
"Um…well…maybe…"
"I should drown you right now!"
"No wait, I only did it because I remembered how fun it was like…whenever we went swimming that last time."
Kai rolled his eyes, watching the innocent expression form on Tala's face as he tried to save himself from Kai's wrath.
/You know, your hair is like, all over, you look like a monster/ Tala observed, as he tried not to laugh. (A/N: Tala's just being evil, there's no hint here.)
Kai sigh, throwing Tala off his arm, before swimming back, a whining Tala following him.
Yes,I had fun writing that chapter too! xD Anyways, I would like to put out that I still need votes for that poll, though it would help if I had more reviewers who could help vote. xD;;
Anyways, I'd like to thank Yurii Savinov and whyamidoingthis01 for reviewing, and would like to suggest to any who read to review, since it really does help me update and I would like to know whatI should improve on, or just what you think of the story!
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