Heyy ppls! This is my first amount of free time in a long, long time, and prolly will be the last for a while too. Lol. I stayed up late last night so I could finish a chapter then post this today :) I figured I'd been quite rude making you wait so long. Gomen-nasai, dance and school take up a lot a lot a lot of time. Lol. I'm sorry about confusion from a few days ago, you see, I posted chapter two as an authors note telling that I prolly wouldn't be updating for three weeks because I didn't have time and I'm thoroughly exhausted, however, I changed my mind, and took the authors note down…so yea… And, I must apologize to all of you! I didn't review-reply anyone :( -cries- I am SO sorry! I really, really, swear I didn't have time. I'll try not to let it happen again! I'm soo sorry! Please forgive me! I'll do anything to make it up to you! I feel soo bad! Sadly, this chapter is pretty sucky. OOCness, bad grammar, bad story, and it's rushed as well :( sorry! Please forgive me! I hope it's not a horrible let down. Well, I'll shut up now…
Tala: Good Lord, took you long enough to update!
Tyson: Tala, you just wanted her to hurry up so you and Kai could compete for the "on with the fic" spot.
Tala: -glares-
Kai: -glares-
Tala and Kai at once: -yell- Tyson, you baka, you just announced my plan to Kai/Tala!
Hilary: -sweatdrop- Moonlight Serenity does not own beyblade. She does co-own the Redneck Hockey team with Megan though :)
Moonlight Serenity: -smiles- Si! –mutters something about loving shirtless Demo Boys (lol. Long story, right, Megan? Lol.)- On with the…
Kai: Oh no you don't! on with the fic!
Note: Tala uses foul language...
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Remember You
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Hilary Tatibana tossed restlessly in her sleep, the soft yellow blankets wrapped around her body in a mangled mess. She spoke in her sleep, semi-conscious. She spoke lost words, unspoken desire, and wishes; she spoke freely in the cool night air, not a soul to hear her, not even herself; of course, that didn't matter, her heart already knew. She was lying on her back, held tilted back, moonlight on her features. The window shone down on her as if she was a precious gem to be lighted in an angelic and untouchable aura of sacred light. She spoke to the stars, mouth moving slightly as the words took perfect form, kissing the night air, bidding for love to find her; bidding for him to be with her. Her words were precise, as if she truly was talking to him, telling him everything that had happened, what he'd missed… how much she missed him… This had been tradition nightly for years: dreaming, wishing, hoping that somehow the message would get to him.
"Valkov, if only I knew those were my last forty-eight hours with you for years… you got sent to that "Abbey" school, which turned out to be…" She groaned the hateful thought, "and then you showed up as a monster in a beyblading tournament. I knew you weren't a monster. I knew it. I missed you. I watched your every match, dreaming of seeing you again. After you left, my grandparent's booted my mother, step-father, me, my two year old brother, and my new-born brothers, out of the house. We came to Japan. Then later I met Tyson and the Bladebreakers, I knew they knew you; we all became quick, true friends too, but it was nothing like my friendship with you, and that spot in my heart was never replaced. I then saw you in person in a beyblade tournament…I don't know if you remembered me…but, if you did, you didn't show it. I was afraid; you were cold, we never spoke, and never let anyone know we ever knew each other." Her mumbled dream conversations to Tala were continuously babbled. "Tala…my best friend… I fell in love with you, too, but you'll never know." The brunette smiled a sad smile in her sleep.
Chapter Two:
Her Best Friend's Family
"Fuck!" The frying pan thudded into the ground, spilling a layer of soap-suds into the floor. Grumbled Russian curses hung in the stale air of the small apartment kitchen.
"Tala, what was that?" A boy in the next room over asked, looking up from the television and towards the kitchen where a certain red-headed Russian had been so unfortunate as to receive dish duty that month. Although the Blitzkrieg Boys living in the apartment –Tala, Bryan, Ian, and Spencer- we're strangely neat, the group hated dishes and laundry, which meant it would pile up to the ceiling until they started to beat the crap out of each other until one did it. Oddly enough, Tala just volunteered…and Bryan was…worried? Why the hell would Tala-the-stoic-and-mildly-insane-jackass volunteer? …Tala knew why he volunteered; it was because he was hoping to distract himself.
"Mother F'er; why did I decide to do this?" Tala continued to muttered to himself, "Nothing!" He called loudly over the door as a reply to his fellow Blitzkrieg Boys. Bryan looked around at his other teammates scattered in the living room; Spencer quirked a blonde eyebrow.
"Tala, does this 'nothing' involve one of us bringing a mop?" Spencer asked. Tala's blue eyes instantly narrowed, despite his teammates couldn't see him.
"Maybe…" He muttered quietly, seconds later realizing they couldn't here him, "Maybe!" the redhead called with more volume. Ian looked over at Bryan, said little munchkin's face lit-up in deviance.
"Nice one, Tala!" Ian condoned and mocked, "I didn't even set that up! You did it all on your own!" They could practically feel Tala's pissed off aura in the next room. About five seconds later, they heard the front door slam.
"Oh, smooth move, Ian," Spencer folded his arms and headed to the kitchen; he turned to call over his shoulder, "You know he will kill you when he gets back, right?" he asked, but more-so stated.
"And he'll do it 'all on his own'," Bryan quoted Ian's earlier words, striking terror into the young boy's heart.
"Oh…shit…" He enunciated perfectly. Bryan smirked.
"Exactly. Well, looks like that just more room in the apartment for the rest of us," Bryan shrugged nonchalantly. "I'd say I'd miss ya, but I don't think I would."
"Shut up, Bryan, it would be a disaster if your shower water came out tomorrow morning as red dye, don't you think?" Bryan gritted his teeth at the twerp's word. Spencer thought this was getting old…fast…
"Shut-up if either of you want to live to tomorrow morning; get the hell in here, Ian, and help me finish these!"
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"Stupid…damn…that fucking little munchkin is dead as hell!" He then corrected himself, "Hell never lived in the first place, dumbass," His mind raced 'Oh, God, now I'm going crazy. Where's the cyborg brain when you need it?' He stopped walking and quirked an eyebrow, "What did I just think?" He then put a hand to his face, "Oh, good God," People walking down the streets were now bestowing him freaked-out glances, he returned the gesture with his own malevolent smile and icy glare, mouthing obscenities, which sent any logical person blustering down the street in a heart beat. He smirked at someone's retreating back, "Yea, that's what I thought."
:Who the hell are you talking too?: inwardly, Tala jumped out of his skin.
:Good grief, Wolborg, were you trying to scare me?: Tala communicated to his bitbeast of ice.
:Possibly.: was the simple answer from the bitbeast. Tala seethed; he was NOT in the mood for this.
:Is there a point to this little meeting, Wolborg?: Tala heard Wolborg clucking unsatisfied and in disbelief.
:I was going to offer words of wisdom, apparently you don't want them though:
:Whatever: Tala thought bitterly.
:Master Tala, what am I to do with you?: the bitbeast stated, no longer the least bit amused.
:How about leaving me alone?: Tala stated in mock-joy.
:As you wish. Bye.:
:Bye.: The connection was broken. It only took Tala several minutes to realize what he'd just done to his loyal bitbeast. Tala, without stopping, threw his fist into a light pole.
"Fuck!"
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Elsewhere
A whistle blew, screeching through the air the command of 'onward.' "C'mon guys, just twenty more feet!" She was running backwards in front of them, whistle hanging from her mouth as she tempted them forward through the sands. Tyson lagged a little. "Tyson, think about it: lunch! The faster you run, the faster this is done, the faster you get a cheese burger!" His face lit up at the delicious taunt.
"Eat my sand guys!" He took off running, not paying attention as he passed his friends, "And I'll be eating the hamburgers," He told himself, "Yummy…good…delicious…hamburgers…foo-" He was suddenly taken off guard by his friends' warnings, wildly gesturing for him to turn around.
"Tyson! Look out!" Max's voice cut through the air. Tyson turned to pay attention.
"Hu-?"
"AH!" A female scream rang through the ocean air as said female tumbled backwards.
"Oof!" Tyson fell on his-
"Tyson! You ass! Get off me!"
Tyson Kinomiya found he had collided with the Bladebreaker's coach, one brunette teen named Hilary Tatibana –a true one-of-a-kind spitfire. Hilary could feel the sand going up her gray cargo shorts and growled. She was ready to chew the baka out.
"Tys-" SPLASH! The tide was coming in and had practically attacked them, engulfing the two in seawater. When the wave went back, left in the sand was a soaking Hilary Tatibana, a pissed of glare on her face, ruby orbs unseen by the darkened, wet brown tresses falling straight and into her eyes. She spit out water. Sand was dug under her fingernails, in her hair, in her mouth, in her eyes. Her skin was tickled as it began to dry in the cool zephyrs. The rest of the Bladebreakers rushed over to where the two were now sitting, and they were there to keep Tyson alive and away from the brunette's bloody glare. She reached her hand up to her face, brushing the hair away. She was gonna get him! She knew he hated the sound of that whistle! Blowing it in his ear sounded pretty damn good…she reached down to where it was tied to a necklace on her neck and...she stopped dead, then rapidly her hand searched. Her eyes scanned out to sea… and there it was, floating in foam. She glowered at the navy-haired teen who laughed nervously, fearing for his life. She turned to him, her teeth gritted.
"Well, heh-heh, at least the whistle is gone," He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly…horrible move.
"Tyson." If looks could kill... "Do you like being able to use your throat to swallow food?" She asked in a faux sugar-sweet voice. He nodded solemnly. "I figured; here's the deal: if that whistle isn't around my neck in two minutes, the only thing you'll be swallowing is sand." Tyson gulped. "Go!"
"Y-ye-yes, Ma'am!" He sprinted off into the salt water; she chucked sand at his head. Ray and Max approached Hilary who was still on her duff in the sand; the two each grabbed an arm and pulled her up.
"You're not really going force sand down his throat, are you, Hilary?" Kenny asked hesitantly. Hilary looked at him bewildered before her face moved into a smile.
"No, I just figured this was a good way for him to make up for the lost twenty feet," She let her eyes fix in the sea where Tyson was running around, dodging waves, trying to grab the whistle.
"Nice plan." Ray nodded. Kai did as well. She smirked at them.
"You guys, however, still have twenty feet to go, too…Go!"
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Flashback: Disaster
"Mom! Mom! I think it's today! It's the day Tala stops in at his house for two days!" A brunette cheered, thrusting fists into the air. "…Or maybe it's next weekend…no matter," She shrugged to herself. She looked at her mother, who seemed to not be paying attention, a phone glued to her ear and a worried look plastered on her face, plus Rudy, Hilary's step-father -whom she referred to as "Daddy"- was sending anxious glances his wife's way too.
"Mom'sonaphonafone wiff Gradma," (Translation: "Mom is on the phone with Grandma") Hilary looked down to find a four year old with a mop of raven hair, a lollypop hanging out of his mouth. Hilary mouthed the word "Oh" before looking back at her mother apprehensively. Hilary could not for the life of her figure out was going on between her parents and Grandparents…maybe it was stress about the twins, who were very much due into this world in a month, obvious from Hilary's mother's oversized pregnant belly.
"I'm going to go over to Tala's, okay, Daddy? Tell Mom," The brunette looked at her step-father. He nodded.
"Okay, Hil, be good and don't be any trouble," He nodded to her in an understanding agreement. She nodded furiously.
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Hilary Tatibana, nine years old, walked down the snowy sidewalks with fervent purpose and perfect poise. Her long, long brown hair waved back and forth as she walked, the tresses occasionally falling into her young face. He'd been gone almost two years! Tala, her best friend! He'd been sent off to that school and she hadn't heard from him in letters, or on the phone, or in person since! Once a week, she would go down to Tala's home with his mother and Grandmother and stay the night. This time was different though. Six months ago Tala's family had told Hilary his scholarship was about to run out and he would be home! She was sure it was this very weekend! She couldn't wait! Did he miss her, did he remember her, was he the same? Hilary's mother told Hilary that since the lad had been at an all boys' school he might be different, but it never crossed Hilary's mind that she couldn't fix that! She cheerily hurried down the streets as snow began to fall from the sky.
She was almost there! She could see the big white mansion in range, she could envision the hardwood floors, red walls, and warm fire place. Hilary's heart glowed at the thought. Then…it struck her… the empathy of a nine-year-old to feel a vile aura of trouble, like knowing when not to talk because your parents were upset…but worse. A big green van was in the driveway… it looked kind of…scary? She wondered how she could describe a van as scary. Maybe that was Tala's van? She thought a moment and knew it wasn't. The awful feeling wouldn't leave her stomach. The brunette chose to wait outside on the side of the house until the van would leave. Hilary wrapped her arms around herself and plopped out into the snow below a third story window. She waited…and soon…as she assumed, the van left.
That was her clue to run inside and hug Julian and Tala's Grandmother Patsy. So she did. Her short legs had planted her feet in the snow in an instant and she was sprinting giddily to the house. She couldn't wait to see Tala! Was he taller? Did his hair get longer? Was she still his best friend? She had to be! She opened the big wooden door, stomping her feet to get the snow off. She ran into the warm home, yet the air felt stale. Cold. Uninviting. And it was quiet… she ran into the next room, only to be greeted by a terrible image…
The sirens of a police car were wailing outside, the feet of policemen thumping up the porch…they grabbed the crying girl and dragged her away from the scene. It was never good to see your best friend's family murdered in their own home…
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Hilary's parents wanted custody of Tala. They couldn't find him though. They couldn't find that blasted Abbey! Or the people running it! To top it off, the Patsayev's –Hilary grandparents on her mother's side- were kicking the family out of the house.! Only God knew why! And like that, they'd wrapped their nine year old daughter, her five year old brother, and the two babies up and moved a long way away to Japan.
End Flashback.
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"Hey! Wicked-Witch-of-the-Eighth…wait a minute, we're almost in eleventh grade… of-the…of-the…DAMMIT IT'S SUMMER! Agh!" Tyson tried fervidly to think up his old nickname for Hilary, only to realize it was obsolete, and hard to update because it was the summer after tenth grade!
"Shut-up, Tyson. Hilary, your phone is ringing," Max gestured to Hilary's pocket. Her eyes snapped open. She'd damn zoned out again! They were now packing up to leave for a late lunch, and she'd zoned out again! She looked at Max.
"Thanks, Maxy," She reached into her pocket to pull out her pink flip-phone.
"Hilary, are you okay? You seem a little…off?" An American asked her with slight concern. She put on a big smile.
"Yea! I'm fine!" She smiled…fake. She was happy her ringing phone would be a distraction. When she checked the caller I.D. on the front of the phone…it said… Stanley Dickinson? Tyson peered at her phone.
"Guys! It's Mr. Dickinson!" Inquiring glances moved around the circle of teens. Hilary hit the green "talk" button on her phone and brought it to her ear.
"Hello, Hilary!" Cheerful as always, "I have an invitation for yourself and the G-Revolutions! How does a picnic with all the teams from the last tournament sound?" Hilary's eyebrow quirked, her thoughts already moving around one word: 'What?'
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Ah, im soo sorry! That was so bad! And I'm embarrassed cuzz there are a lot of really talented writers reading this -my reviewers are really talented, believe me! I've read their fics!- and I did sooo bad! I'm sorry! Don't hate me. I gotta thank my totally awesome reveiewers, who I do NOT deserve at all! Thanks to (as of now, if I didn't get you, I'm sorry!): Molly Yokunaii, Distant Storm, TsukiharaKitty, Star Fata, Jellybean-kitty, Angelic Kitsune, xXxLuna-the-ChosenxXx, discord-princess, silvercrimsonshadow, hilaryxkai1234, MarineDweller, Kakashi-Chanu, Chibi-Kari, Yuri-Demonica, and Lilly. Thank you guys! So much! This chapter has made me look like (because I am) such a slob/lousy writer :(. Anyways, I gotta go and do my hw. Sorry again! Please review! It means a lot to me! Tell me if you liked, hated, pointers, hate me, anything, even flames are welcomed! Sorry again!
Luvv ya,
Moonlight Serenity
Aka Jess