Background: Here's a new little treasure I came up with to give a fuller interaction between Kisa and Mona. It's after Kisa gets her wings and is fully back into a training routine. I can't think of anything else that's really important to know before reading.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Beyblade or the series characters. Nor do I profit.
Thanks: Ariao and Takara Matsudaira
Mornings were always a dreaded time that always started the same way. At least that's been the case since my time in the test tubes.
Each morning before the sun rose, Mona would come bang on my door to get me up. Speaking of which it should be soon now...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Yup right on time as usual. At first I would jump out of the bed from the sudden noise. It would bring me to full alertness even if I wasn't ready to be woken yet.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
After the first week I got used to sleeping with a pillow on my head to muffle the noise of her wake up call. It's not much but it does provide for about three extra minutes of sleep time for me before the door gets slammed opened in her rage. Really it's surprising the door is still on its hinges after its daily assault.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
That's the third strike. Next she'll slam the door open. I'd say there's about half a minute before the she devil storms in. Better make good use of it.
I roll over so my back is towards the door. My left hand frees itself from the warmth of the blankets to hold the pillow in place over my head. Mona is going to be loud when her tantrum begins.
5
I snuggle deeper into the bed.
4
My legs curl up more so I look like a small lump.
3
Now that I'm as comfy as can be I take these last few moments to enjoy the silence.
2
I'm certain her fingers are tapping out her impatience on the door. Even though I can't hear it I can tell it's happening.
1
I release a sad sigh. Morning has come.
0
My door is flung opened so it smashes against the stone wall. It really is a wonder the she devil hasn't broken it yet from all the force she uses.
Her high heels click angrily across the floor.
"Get up!" The growl in her tone said she was pissed. Mona is one for having set schedules and being prompt to everything. My antics have just set her behind a couple minutes.
My pillow is harshly pulled from above me and tossed to the floor where it bursts open allowing the feathers to flutter freely. Did she really have to put all her strength into dropping my pillow on the floor? Some people just need to learn to control their tempers.
Carefully I roll over to face her. My right hand rubbing across my eyes to remove sleep dust. "Morning already?" I ask in a very sleepy tone that led into a yawn.
Mona's emerald eyes are glaring hatefully at me. Really is she didn't want this to happen every morning she should have someone else fetch me.
"Intolerable girl," she mutters. "We've no time for this foolishness. Boris wants your launching improved by the end of tomorrow. I highly suggest you get out of this bed and prepared for the day quickly."
For now I'll end the game of hate between us. If it goes on much longer she'll grab my hair pulling it as hard as possible. Right now I'm just not awake enough to deal with that pain.
XxXxXx
Mona dragged me to her lab once I was dressed. Inside the room was the same as always. Cold, gray and full of machines to help with my training.
"Eat quickly. Warm up drills will start in exactly seven minutes." This would be her trying to get us back on her carefully planned out schedule. We'll see how well that works out for her.
Like every other day there is a plate of, okay get this, bird seed and a glass of water on the metal table.
"What no bacon today?" I asked sounding shocked.
Mona looks at me above her folder. "What is there will help you loose weight. Be thankful you're getting anything at the moment."
I roll my eyes. "Gee, sorry for not being super model stick thin like you. What was I thinking having a healthy appetite all those years?"
I hear the folder slammed on the desk Mona was at. Her heels click across the floor at her hasty approach. Her hand strikes like lightening smacking me across the face forcing my head to turn left. My cheek stings like a bastard but I do nothing to show her that and straighten up.
"I take back my earlier statement you ungrateful girl. Warm up begin now."
"Just one question. Mind slapping me across the other cheek? I think that is going to help my neck crack." I turn my head to show her the one I mean. Not like she didn't already know.
She shakes lightly in anger as her eyes burn with complete hatred. We go into a staring contest as I wait for that slap.
"Get to warming up now." The tone was soft and calm but loaded with complete danger warnings.
"Yes ma'am," I reply going to the area I normally stretch in.
XxXxXx
After warm ups are completed one of the she bitch's lackeys come over to clip my ever so stylish (note the sarcasm) anklet on. Really it's just a device to monitor my stats and provide a 'jolt' should I get too unruly. Not like I would ever cross that line with Mona.
On the table, my so called breakfast had been on, sat a normal launcher and Tsubasa. I had already been informed today would be dedicated to working on my launching. Ever since the addition of the wings my aim and power has been off. A thing Boris is not happy with. That means Mona is also not happy. Thus I suffer with endless training.
XxXxXx
Four hours after beginning. I cry and release Tsubasa for the I don't know how many time this morning. My arms burn and shake. The twitch caused the positioning to be off and Tsubasa landed outside of the dish on the right side.
"What was that?" Mona's voice yelled at me.
"An attempted launch," I answer.
"I suppose 'attempt' is the correct word. The trajectory was completely wrong and it lacked power. Do it again."
My own temper was flaring. I had been at this for hours now without a break. My arms were tired worse then the rest of me.
I throw the launcher hard at the ground causing it to shatter. "I'd really like to see you do this over and over again for hours without rest or having anything to eat. Oh and for the kicks of it all, attach your own set of wings to your back to feel how mega weird it is when you pull the ripcord."
Mona shook her head and pressed her favorite button on the control panel. A shock passed from my anklet to my body.
I clenched my jaw to avoid screaming. As sad as this was I had become used to it. It hurt like a bitch but I had enough will power to not cry out anymore.
After a few seconds pass the shock ended. Mona and I just stood there glaring at the other. If I really wanted to I could take her down by physical force. End my suffering from her and all that. Only problem is I don't know how Boris would react to that. Right now I'm low on his trouble making radar. Something like this would open up a whole new can of worms I don't want to deal with.
Our stand off ends when someone enters the room. The way Mona is quickly shifting her weight to stand at attention indicates it must be Boris.
Good afternoon sir," she says kindly.
Inwardly I sigh heavily. Turning around I face him with a salute. "Master Boris, sir."
No big surprise I'm ignored as he approaches Mona. After I'm out of his sight I drop the salute.
"How is progress coming?"
"At the moment not well. I was about to release Kisa for lunch. After she's been able to refuel her energy I hope to get some better results like earlier."
Boris was more interested reading the data then her bull shit lies. "That is a good idea. Make sure she hurries up."
"Yes sir." Mona bows before leaving his side and comes up to me. "You heard him girl. Make this a fast lunch break. There is a schedule to keep," she whispers low near my ear.
"I wouldn't dream of being late," I say back just as softly. I don't bother to hide the malice from my tone. Everyone know we hate each other already.
Freed from the anklet I leave the lab for some much needed break time and a meal that wasn't birdseed.
Kisa: That's all for this. Next time it will be Johnny's first time in the dream. A suggestions from Ariao. Until next time leave a review with any suggestions you want to see happen. Thanks