Heyy ppls! Holy shit, guys, I got twenty reviews last chapter! Two more and I woulda beaten my record of reviews in one chapter. Lol. I so did not deserve twenty reviews!!! Lol. Thank you guys! Lol. You're sooo nice! I have bad news, though, this chapter is really boring, again, and really really bad! Much like everything else I write (if you haven't figured it out, I hate my writing –for good reason-). OOCness, lousiness, shit, bad grammar, bad plot, etc. I guess this chapter is like another filler. I wrote this when I had EXTREME writers block…so yea… it gets better…eventually. I am soo sorry!
Moonlight Serenity: Not to worry everyone, I have found our beloved Tala! Leader of the Blitzkrieg Boys as well as the Redneck Hockey Team!!
Kai and Tala: -unanimously- WHY THE HELL IS IT THE REDNECK HOCKEY TEAM!?
Ian: yea, I don't get that one, either. (Moonlight Serenity: wow, first time Ian's been in an authors note thingy before! yay!)
Ray: Yea, care to explain.
Moonlight Serenity: nope!
Kai and Tala: -at the same time (again)- WHY THE HELL NOT??!!!
Moonlight Serenity: Because I know if I don't tell you it'll piss you off, and it's sooo much fun to piss you off!
Tala: -grumbles- I'm going back to that damn place Kai locked me in last authors note…
Moonlight Serenity: Bye-bye!!!
Ray: Moonlight Serenity does not own beyblade, Def Leppard, "Pour Some Sugar on Me", JT, and "Sexyback". She does co-own the redneck-
Moonlight Serenity: -chimes- redneck!!
Ray: -glares- redneck hockey team.
Kai: on with the fic!
Tala: Damn, I forgot I was trying to say that!!! No!!!
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Remembering You
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"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.
Chapter Four:
Too Much Time to Think: Tala's Turmoil
"Hey! Listen to this one, Tala!" It was Ian…the shortest and youngest member of the Blitzkrieg Boys. He currently stood beside Spencer, twirling the headphones of an iPod before presenting it to stoic -and obviously pissed off- Tala Valkov, currently situated in the seat of a pretty average private jet. He glowered at the speakers. 'I swear to God, if it's something like "This is How a Heart Breaks" or another one of Ian's lame-ass songs, these two goons aren't going to make it to Japan alive,' Tala thought, smugly adding more to his plotting, 'Hm…if they're murdered….and we're in the air…I wonder which country I'll be charged in?' He shook his head, 'Nah, I'd never be caught.' When Tala began to pay attention again, he noticed Ian press the headphone to his –Tala's- ear…
"I'm bringing SexyBack!" Tala audibly growled when JT blared through the speakers. But, unexpectedly, a memory he wasn't in the mood to remember flooded him before he could manage to murder his teammates standing before him. He tried to close his eyes, block it out, but it was utterly useless.
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Flashback:
"Check out this song, Tala!" Tala, sitting on the stoop in front of a small green house, looked up at a thin, smiling brunette. She'd just turned seven years old, and her hair was long, tied into two pigtails, falling down her back. She was wearing a huge white winter coat, blue jeans, and white goulashes. The snow was falling around them, landing upon the icy sidewalk, glittering invitingly. He was brought out of his musings when he saw the girl –who's name was Hilary Tatibana- reach over to the black stereo, switch the song, and turn it up. She smirked when the beat started, the hoarse sound of Def Leppard, and her much sweeter voice singing happily along with it. He had to admit…no matter the fact this was an old song, he liked it too.
"Step inside, walk this way; You and me babe; hey, hey!" He grinned at her. The music continued and she got to her feet, swaying as she stood on the stoop, goofily getting into the music. She looked at him, asking him to join her telepathically through best-friend language. He shook his head no.
"You're crazy," He looked at her and said simply, then turned his head, knowing it would piss her off. As soon as he turned again, she was play-pouting.
"Tal-Tal," She whined. He sighed in aggravation, giving up. Why did she have to use Tal-Tal? That was, like, evil… He shook his head mentally, 'She knows me too well.' He shook his head at her.
"Fine, Hily-bear, but only the chorus, and only for you," She nodded eagerly, taking his hands and pulling him up. Hilary continued up to the chorus, when Tala Valkov joined her and sung the famed song.
"Pour some sugar on me; ooh, in the name of love; pour some sugar on me; c'mon fire me up; pour your sugar on me; oh, I can't get enough," (A/N. before bad, bad ideas fill your perverted little heads, they're little kids, they've got no damn idea what the words mean!! Lol.
Before Tala had known it, they had sung the whole song four times, dancing around the snowy yard, occasionally throwing a snowball at the other. Later on, they'd found Hilary's mother had recorded the scene on camera for future blackmail and embarrassment; however, at that moment, they didn't know, and they didn't care. Tala eventually fell over, chest heaving for air as Hilary lie atop him, huffing in breath as well(A/N. once again, no perverted thoughts! They're little kidss. The petite brunette tilted her head down, red hair and brown hair mixing in the snow while ruby and blue eyes locked.
"Only for me?" She asked, looking at him. He smirked at her, and then, unexpectedly for her, crushed a snowball over her head.
"Only for you," He replied. She howled in annoyance at her jerk of a best friend.
"Ah! Tala!"
End Flashback.
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Neko-jin feet padded down the floor of the Kinomiya Dojo. Ray Kon reached up and towel dried his long, long ravenous hair. His eyes scanned over the hallway as he walked down it. He was dressed… now if only his hair didn't take so long to dry. His feet led him out the back doors and to the sound of precisely two spinning beyblades…and if he heard right, it was Strata Dragoon and Dragoon. Sure enough, those were the exact beyblades.
"Hey, Kai, shower is all yours," Ray gestured inside the Dojo. Kai Hiwatari, who was leaning against a tree with his eyes closed, "Hn"'d and walked past the group and inside of the Dojo.
Hilary Tatibana fixed her eyes on the only slightly interesting thing going on…sadly, that was Kai simply walking across the yard. She hadn't moved in a half hour, and it was killing her. None of them could do anything that would possibly arise sweat, seeing as they had all taken showers earlier and were trying to look nice, after all, they had to pick up and meet all the teams at the airport.
"Geez, instead of Kai, Daichi should go: he stinks," Tyson, the beyblade World Champion three years running, gestured to the youngest member of the team.
"Shut-up, pig! You know I took a shower before Ray did!" Daichi fumed. Hilary sighed, they were so boring. All this arguing was getting to her head. She put her chin on her hand and leaned forward. Her hair was spiral curled in many ringlets; rouge had been added to her cheeks and pink eye shadow above her eyes; she wore a pink polo from Aeropostale and a washed out jean skirt with a pair of strappy pink sandals. And why was she dressed up? To see her friends of course…and maybe…just maybe…to catch his eyes just for a second. She sighed…he didn't even know who she was, did he? Or, maybe he just didn't care...
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Soon enough, Tala found he was the only one still awake on the jet. He was bored and memories wouldn't leave him alone. He damned the world multiple times as he felt yet another flashback coming on. Why the hell would she not get out of his head? Was this Wolborg's doing? Tala had to wonder. "Dammit," He cursed as a memory blurred his vision and took over.
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Flashback:
"Er! Gah! Let it rip!" Tala watched as his best friend, age seven, launched her purple beyblade into the snow. "Yes!" She cheered.
"Watch and learn, Hily," He mustered up concentration, "Let it Rip! Wolborg!" Tala Valkov's beyblade launched with perfection, colliding into the brunette's and sending it flying.
"What?! No, way! C'mon!" Hilary cheered for her beyblade as it flew back to the ground. It spun frivolously, slowly beginning to wobble.
"Nice try. End it, Wolborg!" Tala had real talent, Hilary admitted to herself as her beyblade was shot into the sky and landed no longer spinning. He'd always been talented at the sport. Ever since the first time he'd picked up a beyblade, only age two. Hilary also knew though, that Tala's beyblading was one-percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Hilary herself preferred school work rather than spinning tops, but she didn't mind as long as she was practicing with her best friend. Speaking of best friend, Tala reached down and retrieved his beyblade, inserting it into his pocket. "You need to work on your launch," He told her, coming up behind her. She clasped her launcher and prepared, Tala stood behind her for alignment, his arms atop hers to help her positioning. "You're a baka, Hily, honestly," She glared at him, but, though he couldn't see it since she was now facing foreword…she blushed. "You ready?" She snapped from her reverie at his voice. She got her bearings quickly and nodded.
"Hai," She replied. She felt his hand clasp atop hers.
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One…Let it rip!" They cheered together.
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"Yes! We're finally here!" A teen with indigo hair cheered so abruptly Tala, Bryan, and Spencer each fell from their comfortable seats. They'd all been asleep! Even him! How had the little brat woken up so suddenly?! Bryan, while rubbing his head, glared daggers at the short teen.
"You Mother-"
"Bryan," Spencer scolded, instantly regretting it when he heard Bryan growl. Tala was still not in the mood for any bullshit; he growled…ten times scarier than Bryan.
"What, Tala? You can't tell me you're not happy to be here. I mean, c'mon, now you can manwhore yourself in Japan; with Japan, Russia, and God only knows how many other countries under your belt –no pun intended there-, you can probably go global soon," Bad move, Ian…
"That's it!" Tala pounced on Ian -and Bryan, at the same time- pounced on Spencer. As the plane landed, four Blitzkrieg Boys were throwing shoes at each other, punching, and kicking, seeing who could inflict the most damage…a normal pastime.
:Master Tala?:
:Yea, Wolborg?: Tala communicated as he flipped over a seat.
:It saddens me that violence can improve your mood…: Tala smirked at his bitbeast.
:Yet, it entertains you, too,: He'd won there. His bitbeast sighed.
:Sadly…: Wolborg got into the game after that remark, :Oh, oh, Tala! Roundhouse to your left!:
Some things never change…
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Spencer sniffed the air lightly as they entered the airport lobby, carrying baggage.
"I smell perfume…and a pink fuzzball…"
"Sure enough," Ian gestured over his shoulder. The White Tigers X were entering the opposite end of the lobby, smiling and waving. Tyson and Ray were instantly talking with Lee and Gary, and Max seemed to be speaking with Kevin, each member of the teams were smiling… Hilary Tatibana's face lit up at the site of Mariah, one of her best friends, coming closer, waving happily and bearing a few fangs playfully. Hilary was so giddy at the site of the girl.
"Mariah!" Her voice chimed in the lobby. That's all Tala needed to hear to catch his attention and turn it to the familiar voice. That voice…That girl…That skin... it took all his effort to keep from stopping then and there just to stare. She'd gotten older…and…he gulped…sexier…much... Her hair was falling in spiral girls, her legs in that skirt were fine and inviting, and the lacy heels elongated those perfect legs; that little bit of subtle cleavage he could see peeking from her top made his mouth dry in longing…and…those eyes…that girl…
Feeling eyes on her, Hilary Tatibana turned her head from Mariah and her other uniting friends to lock eyes with an all-too-familiar Blitzkreg Boy. Ruby met Blue….
It only took a few seconds for a flash of color to reach her cheeks, and in an attempt to hide it she turned her head and gazed at the ground...he…he was looking at her? Wasn't he? Hilary was trying really, really hard to remember how to breathe. 'Oh, God, Tala, why do you have to do this to me?'
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I am soo sorry guys! You guys gave me soo many great reviews, and I gave you this piece of shit chapter. I apologize a thousand times! How can I make it up to you?? Damn, im sad now :(. Anyways, I wanna thank my reviewers (who I obviously don't deserve!). Thanks to (reviewers as of now, if I didn't get you, im sorry!!):Kakashi-Chanu, xXxLuna-the-ChosenxXx, purpleeyednekoyoukai, hilaryxkai1234, Angelic Kitsune, silvercrimsonshadow, mire013, Chibi-Kari, MarineDweller, Yuri-Demonica, jellybean-kitty, Distant Storm, Tsukiharakitty, Moonlight Memories, Star Fata, discord-princess, Molly Yokunaii, chibiwolfgirl, Panic at the Disco grl, and SessKagome1KaiHil. Thank you guys! You are soo totally kick ass! I apologize once again to all readers and reviewers for the lame-ass chapter. Please review, tell me if you liked, hated, hated with a passion, pointers, flames (I'd personally advise that one), etc, etc. Thanks for putting up with me!
Luvv ya,
Moonlight Serenity
Aka Jess
(ps. Two updates in one day! I.E. "Stage Name: Hiromi Tachibana" and "Remembering You"! go me…or not…both chapters sucked)
(pss. I think I shoulda just named this chapter "Too Many Ts)
(psss. Yes, I am definitely hyper right now)