Heyy ppls! Lonng week. Lol. My friend is mad at me, but, I don't really care right now! Dammit! Lol. And I failed a test today. I still don't care. And I was stressed and exhausted all week. But I don't care. And tomorrow I get to go see my boyfriend, woohoo!!! Lol. But, wow, don't have much of long note today. I actually kinda like this chapter… lol. Weird, eh? It prolly sucks. Nothing exciting. A bit of a filler I suppose, if im using the term right. Lol. I might update "Stage Name: Hiromi Tachibana", but idk yet. So yea. OOCness, shit grammar, shit writing, shit story, and bad language.
Ray: Moonlight Serenity does not own beyblade.
Hilary: However, she still co-owns the redneck hockey team with Megan.
Moonlight Serenity: yeap yeap.
-Ray looks deep in thought and all attention goes to Ray-
Ray: you know what I just noticed? Where is Tala? Aren't Tala and Kai still competing for "On with the-"
Mariah: Ray, don't finish that sentence, you know they'll murder you. But, that is a good point –looks to Kai- Kai?
Kai: -smirks- Tala has enough food to survive about two weeks. On with the fic.
Everyone but Jess and Kai: o.o??????
Jess: -sweatdrops-
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Remembering You
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"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!" Mr. Dickinson's voice rang through the phone, 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?'
Chapter Three:
How Does a Picnic Sound?
:Wolborg? Wolborg? Wolborg, I know you can hear me: Tala stated in his mind calmly, obviously much more settled than his last appearance. He was sitting on a snowy park bench, eyes staring unfocused on his newly self-bandaged hand.
:Master Tala, I would've advised you not to throw your fist into a light pole, but I assumed I need not, and to instead attend to more pressing matters that would require advice…: The Wolborg Master almost jumped in victory when he heard the voice of his bitbeast. He refrained, else acquire more odd stares.
:Yea, buddy…listen…I'm…sorry…: Tala said quietly in his mind.
:I know, Master,: Tala never doubted his bitbeasts seemingly endless knowledge.
:So…what did you need to tell me?: Tala leant back on the park bench, getting comfortable, figuring he could be there a while. Wolborg smiled softly at his master's naivety.
:You must talk to her: The ice-wolf bitbeast stated simply. Tala closed his eyes to establish a fuller connection with his bitbeast…also to ignore the random girls walking through the park multiple times to swoon over the red-headed Russian. In his mind, Tala's eyebrow twitched as he stared at the face of his bitbeast.
:The bottle-blonde bimbo that just passed me for the eighth time? Wolborg, I have higher standards than that; she didn't have a good body, at all:: Wolborg smirked at his master's constant antics, then frowned and returned to the more important topic.
:No, Tala, not her. Her: Wolborg enunciated the other "Her" more thoroughly.
:Her who?: Tala found himself at a loss.
:"Hily-bear", Tal-Tal: Tala's eyes instantly snapped open, so abruptly he lost contact with the bitbeast. After sitting on the edge of the bench for a few minutes, he copped his head down and propped it on his hand. "Oh, that her," Out of the blue, Tala's mobile rang.
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"Er…a picnic, Mr. D?" Hilary scratched the back of her head, wondering if she'd heard right, "With all the beybladers?"
"Indeed. I figured it a brilliant idea, I got a call from Miguel and Mathilda suggesting it. Everyone misses one another, and we could all use a vacation."
"Oh." Hilary said, half-understanding, "All the teams from the tournament last year…F-Dynasty, Bar-" she stopped herself to correct appropriately, "Miguel's team, our team, the PPB All Starz, the White Tigers X and…" She was cut off.
"And the Blitzkrieg Boys, yes." Mr. Dickinson finished for her. She mouthed the word The Blitzkrieg Boys to herself. 'Damn' her mind cursed before saddening, 'It was hard enough seeing him at the tournament and not interacting because we were on different teams…but now! Something sociable? Shit…' "Hilary, my dear? Are you still there?" The teen was startled out of her reverie, almost dropping the phone in the sand.
"YEA! Oh, I mean, yea…I'm still here, Mr. Dickinson," The BBA Chairman sweat-dropped on his side of the phone, wondering what she was doing. "So…where's it at? And when?"
"I figured some nice park right here in Japan; I've talked to Tyson's grandfather and he's willing to lend out rooms; and I suppose in around a week."
"Oh." Her inner-Hilary flared, 'Dammit girl! Think up new sounds other than "oh"!'
"Well, Hilary, nice talking to you, but I must go. I will call you with more details later. I trust you will inform the G-Revolutions?"
"I will, Mr. Dickinson; take care! Bye!" And two seconds later the phone line clicked off. Hilary sighed then looked up at the guys. "So, who likes picnics?" They each gave her quizzical stares.
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"Are you kidding?" Tala inquired into the phone, deadpanning and halfway wondering if the chairman was serious…or if he was crazy.
"No, I'm not kidding, Tala, my boy," The red-head winced inwardly, holding the phone away from him slightly, 'Tala my boy? Yuck.' Tala's inner-conscious conflicted with Tala's manner, 'C'mon, dipshit! Focus! Focus! Focus!'
"Oh…okay? When? And Where?" Mr. Dickinson then filled Tala in with the detail. Tala nodded, then realized Mr. Dickinson couldn't see him, and answered "Yes" in understanding. The conversation ended shortly after that.
"Wait a minute…" Tala began to think aloud, "All the teams…all of the teams…everyone… together…in Japan…to be mildly 'Social'…everyone…" Then it hit him, "Aw, fuck!"
:What a golden opportunity, Master Tala! You and the brunette were a match made in the stars: Tala jumped five-feet into the air, startled out of his mind.
"Wolborg!" He yelled and scolded. A few birds were disturbed from their slumber from Tala's shout of shock, flying out of the trees heavy with snow…knocking that snow out of the trees and onto who else but Tala Valkov? Tala instantly reached up and brushed the snow out of his hair, damning snow, trees, birds, and 90 percent of the world in the process. Tala sweat-dropped, thankful the park was relatively empty…or maybe it hadn't been and people had been scared there was a crazy red-head in the park when they heard yelling and fled? Who knew?
:I really think you do this on purpose: Tala muttered mentally.
:I do, Master Tala, and it is quite enjoyable!: Tala slouched and ran a hand over his face.
:At least you're honest. And how the hell is this a golden opportunity?:
:You dream of her, Master Tala, you must speak with her! Else you will go insane!:
:You mean I'm not already?: Tala asked, serious. That shut-up Wolborg for a few minutes. Tala took the opportunity to speak.
"Oh, well, at least this'll give me a chance to annoy Kai," Tala kicked some snow.
:Goodbye, Master Tala, enjoy your conversation with Master Bryan: Tala stopped in his tracks, trying to retort.
:Wait, what?: too late…
"Tala, please tell me you're not talking to yourself again?" A lilac haired Russian was standing there heading towards the redhead. "Or, maybe I'd prefer that, rather than you talking to birds…" He edged closer. "And then again: why are you talking to birds about annoying Kai?" Tala scowled.
"Mr. Dickinson called, we're going to a damn picnic in Japan in a week," Tala told Bryan, "And I'm not talking to birds, Kuznetsov," Tala glowered at the last part.
"So you were talking to yourself?" Bryan egged the redhead on.
"Shut-it, Fucktard," Tala was glaring hell at Bryan.
"Geez, can't I just ask a question? Besides, on a more serious note, you seem off'ish? You alright?" Bryan inquired the team captain of the Blitzkrieg Boys.
"I'm fine; that, and Wolborg takes pride in badgering me."
"Of course, so do the rest of us," Tala didn't know how much longer he could glare, "I'm just kidding, Capt'," Bryan looked at him; it didn't take much for Bryan to know what –more so of who- Tala Valkov was thinking about. "Tala, are you thinking of her again?" Tala looked taken aback a mere moment.
"Let's go back to the apartment," Tala chose to end the conversation there; he'd done too much talking that day as it was. Tala walked off in front of Bryan. "We should get some training in before nightfall." Bryan watched the redhead head off.
"Geez, Tala, of all the people to know, I'm the one who knows all about the chick," Bryan mumbled when Tala was out of hearing range. It was true though, Bryan was the only one who knew about the story of "Tal-Tal" and "Hily" (or "Hily-bear"). He wondered if Tala and the chick would ever get together…he really wondered sometime. He knew Tala thought about her on occasion… long occasion. It was surprising. People would think Tala had no emotion -aside from angry and sarcastic- but no, Tala knew friendship, family, and love; he just didn't know how to tell people. The same seemed to go for the other Blitzkrieg Boys.
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Agh, well, that sucked. I hope it was possible to even mildly like it, and I hope I haven't lost anybody's interest. Remember, this is Action/Adventure genre, ya just gotta wait for that action to kick in, probably about two chapters from now. I also would like to apologize, because I got a specific request to make the chapter longer, but this one is really short XD sorry Chibi-Kari! Lol. I gotta thank my reviewers (as of now, if I didn't get you, I'm sorry!): silvercrimsonshadow, Kakashi-Chanu, purpleeyednekoyoukai, Chibi-Kari, Angelic Kitsune, TsukiharaKitty, MarineDweller, xXxLuna-The-Chosen-xXx, Star Fata, Jellybean-kitty, and Molly Yokunaii. You guys rock! And I obviously so do not deserve you! Thanks tons! Please review! Tell me if you liked, hated, hate me, pointers, tips, etc. etc. flames are welcome too, of course. Anyways, I gotta go read a chapter of Great Expectations (I don't own) by Charles Dickens.
Laterzz
Luvv always,
Moonlight Serenity
Aka Jess