Witch-Bitch
Disclaimer: Only the strangers herein are mine.
1st Warning: there will be a lot of cussing & swearing in this fic, so apologies to those that take offence.
2nd Warning: this is complete AU.
Acknowledgements: I thank the following for their help, even though they may never come across this: Fierce-A Shrine to Kai Hiwatari, at fiercekai()cjb()net (pretend the brackets are dots), for helping me with the odds & ends of Kai; Spirit, for giving me these gifts & allowing me to share them.
Author's 1st Note: I am using the first Beyblade Kai for this story (first series), not G-Force or Evolution, although I may use outfits, emotions and other things from my glimpses of the other series.
Author's 2nd Note: this may sound like I'm making the story act out in real-time (realistic-type shows, like the NEWS), but to me, it's just realistic Animè.
Author's 3rd Note: for the stories sake, I have made Kai, Rei, Mariah , Becky, Louise and Tessa (the last 3 are MINE) all seniors. Any other characters that eventually show up in the story, I will let you know their age and grade pertaining to the storyline.
Chapter 4: So you use sarcasm a lot.
His POV
The bag swung towards me, its heavy weight controlled by the single chain screwed into the ceiling, and the force of my fists. this was a ritual I had developed as far back as I could remember. It's something I can do to go out of my mind for a while, just relax for an hour, say fuck off to the world. It's a corner in my vast bedroom where I think I am myself. I braced myself as it swung back, punching out with a curled fist wound tightly with a bandage around the lower half of my fingers, around my palm and tied at my wrists.
My stereo flicked on with the inset alarm. Angry rock music thudded into my room, the lyrics mixed digitally and the band shouting into the mike. One of the few songs that I can relate to.
"…Get up! Get up! get up!
drop the bombshell!
Get up! get up!
this is out of control!
Get up! get up! get up!
drop the bombshell!
Get up! get up!
Get gone… "
Thankfully, my room is on the other side of the house, far from grandfather's ears. He used to just barge into my room, unplug the stereo and walk back out, slamming the door behind him, but after I kept plugging it back in as soon as he left, he decided to move to the other side of the house, where no sounds from this corner would reach him. one of his better decisions, I thought as my fist made contact with the red leather.
Her POV
Call it depression. Call it Gothicism. Either way, I'm in a really, really ticked off mood. It's Monday morning, and as usual, everyone else in the house is as perky as can be. Could someone please explain to me how they get so cheerful in the morning? Packing my bag this morning, I realised two things that were going to drag down any idea of hope this Monday :my math homework isn't completed and there's definitely a test date for this week lurking around in my diary, I know it. I know that I sound so theatrical sometimes, but that's how I am so early in the morning: everything to the extreme. Or it could be because of the type of company I keep at school. Or it could be because of the events that happened in Friday.
As I got out of my fathers land rover, I consider it a good and cursed thing that my parentals have to be at work by seven-fifteen. That whole waking up early does wonders for me, though, because we usually leave at seven, and when I get to school, it's practically empty, except for the teachers and some unfortunate bus people. I made my way to The Factory.
As usual, I groaned good-naturally. The only people there so far were Rei, Tessa and Louise. Louise was busy reading Rei's fortune with her tattered deck of playing cards, and Tessa was practising chords on her electric guitar, the soft plucking echoing around The Factory's small park-like eating area. They were a strange trio, but they were my trio. The rest wouldn't start arriving until half-past, and they would sort themselves out into the most recent topic of discussion. Now, the thing is, most people in the school think that we're just weird, but we consider ourselves normal. When we get together, we talk over things that don't mess around with other people's lives; that is, we don't gossip. If there is an issue that concerns someone close to us, we usually talk about them in ways to help them out. Rei looked up at me then, his shining black hair tousled even though it was tied up.
"your train derailed again?" he asked me, immediately hitting on the fact that I had been spacing out. I felt the red flash out in my cheeks.
"not funny. And yes." I said back to him. "I see your hair took another route again," I replied, teasing him back, sticking to the transport mode of our words that morning. The tease just slid off his back like it was a sheet of paper, and he shrugged.
"it's in the genes. can't do nothing about it." he shrugged again. Louise looked up and frowned at me.
"Chikorita, you're distracting me… again! When are you going to learn to never entangle yourself in my thoughts when I'm reading!" she fumed out loud. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Louise, it's not as if Rei is going to believe you. and besides, you're doing it wrong again. You're not supposed to flip the cards from the top to the bottom ; you're supposed to flip it from left to right, remember?" Louise glared at me, her heavily-lined eyes staring daggers into mine, then looked back down to the cards. I could see her thoughts back-tracking.
"aw shit! Not again!" Rei glanced up at me and winked. I giggled behind my hands. There was a loud twang to the right of me and I winced at the poor use of the instrument to attract my attention. Rei went back to his thoughts and Louise carried on packing right her cards and trying again. I followed the direction of noise and sat down next to Tessa who continued strumming. Without looking at me, continuing her soft stroking of the strings, she began to talk.
"what's wrong?" she asked. I sighed at her straight-forwardness. I absently fiddled with my ring.
"nothing." There was a loud twang again.
"don't bullshit me, Becky, I know something's up," she said woodenly, her irritation revealed by the harsh plucks at the strings. I reached out a hand and placed it on the strings, silencing the cruel treatment it was getting from her emotions.
"fine, I'll tell you but would you stop abusing the instrument?" she stopped playing and looked up at me, grinning a small, knowing grin.
"I knew that would get your attention." She stopped playing it ,folding her arms along the standing sides of the guitar. I then explained what had happened the previous Friday. She looked thoughtful, straddling the guitar again and strumming.
"and I don't know what happened to him, and I was just...so angry…" Tessa looked at me, her blue eyes questioning.
"Becky, he saw something he had never seen before. Trust me on this." Tessa's short fringe of avocado-coloured hair fell into her eyes. With a shake of her head, she got it to hold and began plucking a short rhythm absently; she started to focus on the music, leaving me behind in confusion.
"babes, sing for me. you know you know the lyrics." She cut me off as I tried to object. Blushing at the compliment she had given me hidden under the layer of her words, and sighing as I knew I wouldn't get any further explanation, I answered her.
"not today, Tessa. Please." Her concentration broke from her hands and she gazed at me, her meditteranean -clear eyes staring me down. I looked at my hands. I began softly, getting lost in the words, thanking the fates that there was no-one else but her, Louise, Rei and I at school.
"I wanted you to know
that I loved the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high
And steal you pain away
I keep your photograph
And I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high
And steal your pain away…"
His POV
And yet another day begins. The bell had just rung as I rode into school. The confusion in the crowd milled around as me as I strode in. I ignored the babble as I headed for Homeroom. I wasn't bothered about being late, the teachers around here were too frightened too mess with me because of Grandfather. That suited me just fine that moment because I was in no mood to be reprimanded.
I made my way to my seat at the back, the group acknowledging me with a wave of their hand or a single pronunciation of my last name. Most of them went back to their previous endeavours, except for one. His flyaway red hair combined with the vamp-collar of his school shirt, the old-school silver skull-and-crossbones necklace and piercing blue eyes made him the leader of our group. Calculating, cold, he is the typical villain you don't want to cross swords with. He made his way over to my desk .with a look to the guy sitting in the desk before me, he sat down as the other rushed off in fright. Draping an arm over the back of the seat, he stared at me in silence.
"what were you doing at your target's house on Friday?" he asked, straight to the point. I stared blankly through the window outside. I didn't want to answer, but with Tala, there was no wanting not to.
"I was forced there." The only response to this was a raised eyebrow.
"really? Under what circumstances?" he examined his fingernails and brushed them on his blazer, waiting for my answer. Fuck off, just fuck off!! I screamed in my head.
"Grandfather feels I'm in need of a tutor," I answered stonily. Again his eyebrow went up in surprise. If no-one knew him as well as I did, they would have thought he didn't care. I adjusted a wristband, tracing along the thin silver ridges embedded in the black leather.
"you do realise that the others feel as if you're not fulfilling your assignment? Quite a cluster of dissenters that I have in my charge." The last he said under his breath. I looked at him, his profile lit starkly by the fluorescent light. sometimes, Tala, I wonder who you are under that façade. He turned to me, catching my staring eyes.
"you do know that you can't let this opportunity be wasted?" I gritted my teeth and gave a brisk nod. His hawk-like eyes considered me for a moment before he returned to his own seat.I felt the pressure in my skull and knew this was going to be another long day. That's when I heard Mariah's high-pitched voice rise above the rest.
"can you believe that Kristine girl? She was at it again with those weirdo friends of hers this morning, singing like she had a voice! Puh-lease, anyone knows she's a nobody, she's got no talent," she said with satisfaction. She had hated Becky ever since middle school and her hatred had just deepened this year for some reason. Out of nowhere, a short Goth-like girl with natural pitch-black hair braided into two plaits waltzed into the back of our group . She stared at Mariah as if she were a squashed beetle on the heel of her shoe.
"shut the fuck up, Mariah. Everyone knows that she's got more talent in one hair strand than you've got in your entire body. just leave her alone!" Mariah stared coolly up at her, her anger betrayed by the constricting of her pupils.
"and now's she got her cronies standing up for her. How sweet. How…quaint." she said evenly. There was silence in the classroom as the rest of the teens watched the confrontation. Suddenly a hand appeared on the girl's shoulder, one finger clad with a claw-ring, tugging at her.
"Louise, back off," a male voice ordered her from behind. She turned to him and showed that person as… Rei. She looked at him in silent rage but kept quiet, shoving past him. he turned to follow but caught eyes with me for just an instant. His disappointment with me was clearly evident in his golden irises before he turned back to follow her to the front of the class. There was a loud burst of voices around Mariah, all talking about the stupidity of those two and the rest like them. I crossed my arms on the desk and rested my aching forehead on top of them. I didn't want to be reminded again. Never fucking again…
To be continued…
Songs used: Bombshell – Powerman 5000
Broken – Seether ft. Amy Lee
PerennialOutlander: what do you think? This chapter is the longest so far and I've very proud of it! you also notice the tension developing… I hope that you have taken pleasure in reading this and so on. Please review, it doesn't take that long…
Rei: yeah guys, please? She's worked really hard on this one. gives kawaii chibi eyes I I
PerennialOutlander: how can you resist that??
Last Comment
I'd just like people to know that the use of numerous songs in this story does not mean that it is a song fic. I use these particular songs to give you, the reader, clues into what these people feel like at that particular moment, and to also give clues as to where the story is going.
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