Post by Jacquie on Oct 10, 2005 12:09:24 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade nor do I own any song lyrics/artists mentioned in this chapter.
A/N: Okay people, thanks for all of your reviews! Just so you know, I’ve revamped the entire plot line for this story and it seems it will turn out to be 11-12 chapters long. So I’m sorry if it is going to be short, but if I make it any longer it’ll drag, believe me. But yeah, just a little notice for you guys on that and enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 7
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What if reverting back to (Your full name) was the only way to turn your life around?
Ha! Yeah, right, as if, you laughed at the rather scary thought; never in a million years could that be true! “Hiiro, what is it with you?” Kai’s voice sounded angry and frustrated with you as you looked up from your novel. You weren’t really reading it, after all, how could you with all of his interrogating? No, you were just trying to ignore him; unfortunately it wasn’t working.
“What does that mean?” You shot him a glare as a knock sounded on your open hotel room door. You and Kai simultaneously turned to look at the door and saw none other than Tala Valkov standing there with his usually cold expression.
You raised one eyebrow, “And what is it you want?” You figured playing it thick with Tala in front of Kai might get him off your back about the name business. He had been interrogating you on calling Tala Valkov ‘Tala’ for days, and truthfully if he asked about it once more, you would kill him.
Tala ignored you as he turned to Kai and started to speak, “Boris wants the team to meet later to discuss our final battle in the tournament and he wants EVERYONE there, unlike at the match.” Tala shot you a pointed look as you smirked.
“Ya know, sometimes I feel more like a puppet in Boris’ book than a human being? Weird, huh?” You let out a small and fake laugh as Kai rolled his eyes and Tala turned to you with a more or less vacant expression.
“That’s because you are.” Was his lone response as he bowed out of the hotel room with a small smirk lighting up his features.
“What did he mean by that?” You demanded to Kai, once Tala was out of sight.
“What he said. Boris tries to use us all as puppets and it worked two years ago, so why shouldn’t it work again? You know he’s still after the fate of the world, right?” Kai explained patiently as you looked at him in disgust.
“So you mean all that money spent on his psychiatric training was wasted? That’s nice to know.” You sighed in exasperation – that would explain the BBA’s lower budget for their teams lately. You couldn’t believe Mr. thingyenson would have been that stupid.
But that’s all he ever was, a stupid, trusting, naïve old man; why should he be any different over the years? That’s what you thought as Kai opened his mouth to say something, and you cut him off.
“I’m going for a walk; did Tala tell you what time this ‘meeting’ was at?” You asked him as Kai’s eyebrows furrowed. Apparently he didn’t.
“No, but why don’t you go and ask him?” Kai asked smirking at you as you realized your mistake and mentally screamed at yourself. You had called him Tala once again. Why was that?
Because I like him, why else? You answered yourself as Kai’s penetrating gaze grew harsher.
“You. I’m going for a walk.” You said obstinately as you walked out of the room, grabbing an electric blue jacket on the way out. You left Kai starring at you after you left, as he chuckled to himself. His suspicions were confirmed.
You liked Tala.
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You sighed, something you had been doing a lot since your life was thrown into chaos. It seemed that disaster was bound to follow you everywhere you went and destiny had a problem with you being happy and care-free. Or maybe it was just a stage you were going through…nah, you liked the first option better.
As you thought back to your grandmother, you felt your eyes well up with tears, but you refused to let them fall. After all, it had been almost four months since her death and you needed to get over it. That’s crap! She was my grandmother and one of my most favorite people in the world, don’t you dare tell me to get over it! You argued with yourself and as you let one lone tear slide down your face, you thought back to that fateful day.
Your grandmother had been one of the most understanding adults that you knew. You told her things that you couldn’t even tell your own mother. She was easy to talk to and you had loved her dearly. This is why you couldn’t just stand by and watch sadly as death took her from you. On that destined day, your life had been turned upside down by fate working closely with karma.
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“(Your first name)! There’s a phone call for you!” You heard Tyson’s voice shout to the world as you battled on with Ray.
“Can it wait? I’m in the middle of a battle?” You asked back as you heard Tyson muttering to the person on the other end of the phone line…who the heck would call Tyson’s house to speak to you? The only one who knew you had practice today was your mother and the only time she’d call Tyson’s was if it was an emergency. It then hit you as Tyson’s voice sounded back out to you.
“It’s your mom and she says it’s an emergency.” Tyson called as you looked at Ray and he nodded to you, signaling that he was okay with ending the battle in a tie.
“Thanks.” You replied swiftly as you hurriedly summoned your swirling beyblade back to your hand and ran into Tyson’s dojo. You grabbed the phone from Tyson’s outstretched hand as you took it to your ear a second later. “Hello?”
A few minutes of conversation went on, and as Tyson studied your expression, he noticed that it went from happy, to melancholy, to sad. By the time you went to say ‘goodbye’ quietly into the phone, you looked as if you were about ready to burst into tears.
“What is it?” Tyson asked you, genuinely curious, as to what could have upset someone like you so much.
“Never mind. I’ve got to go, now. I’ll tell Kai and I’ll see you later Tyson!” You told him all in one breath as you ran out of the dojo, and up to Kai. He and Max had just finished a battle and were ready to launch their beyblades again. “Wait! I need to speak to Kai for a second. It’s an emergency.” You protested as Kai looked at you with a questioning expression and Max lowered his launcher.
Kai walked a few feet from the others, obviously sensing your discomfort (he had always been good at mind reading) and stood as you opened your mouth to speak. “I need to leave practice early and I probably won’t be here for the next few days either. I have to fly back to Australia for my grandmother’s funeral.” Kai’s eyes softened slightly as he stared at you. Both he and Hilary knew how close you were to your grandmother.
“It’s fine.” Kai’s words sounded so hollow, as you turned to leave, you didn’t want to cry in front of your friends. That would have been too weak, even for you. “(You first name),” Kai’s voice called your name and you turned around, after wiping one tear from your eye.
“Yes?” You swallowed, trying to force the tears back into your body.
His facial expression was one you had never seen before, and to this day still hadn’t, it held sympathy. “It’ll be okay,” With a nod of his head he headed back to practice, his sympathetic expression being replaced with one of apathy.
“Thank you.” You stated, loud enough so that only he could hear you. With that you turned, blade in hand, and ran out of Tyson’s yard. Weeping as you ran, you could only imagine what your mother was going through. Your grandmother was her mother and you couldn’t imagine the feelings that would arise if your own mother died. You tried to wipe your tears away as you raced to find the nearest payphone and call a cab to take you to the airport. This meant a plane ride to Australia and you got plane sick.
This would be a fun Monday.
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You sighed as your eyes watered a little and you quickly wiped them dry and your memory flashbacks continued to five days after your grandmother’s death and funeral….your parents had split up and there was no chance of them getting back together after a few months. No, all you had heard was crying and arguing while you were there, and what made it even worse was that you had found out that this had been going on since you left for Japan and did that ever hurt.
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“What do you mean, ‘we’re splitting up and you’re going back to Japan’? I’m staying right here, thank you.” You stated obstinately, there was no way you were going back to Japan a day after the divorce papers were filed. Were they insane? You had seen them for the first time in a year and they wanted to send you back to Japan? Right after your grandmother’s funeral too. How heartless were they?
“I mean,” your mother told you pointedly, “That if we send you back to Japan, you won’t have to choose who you want to live with, and it would keep this family together slightly if you were to just write to two different addresses. I’ll mail you your father’s new address.” Your eyes widened at this. You had known they were serious about it all, but that moment was the one where it all sank in. They were completely and utterly serious about everything.
Does fate hate me or what? You thought and with out hesitation you burst into tears and ran up to your old room, picking up the telephone. You were calling Hilary and have a good long-distance cry with her.
A few days later, you stood in the airport, with both of your parents as they hugged you goodbye, although it seemed rather pointless to you. No goodbye hug would ever make up for the fact that they were sending their only child away to a foreign country right after her grandmother’s death and parent’s divorce.
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You growled, you were still a little ticked at them for that. You had just recently gotten their latest letter (by email as you had informed them that hotels didn’t have mail boxes) and it had asked the usual questions: how are you doing? What are you doing? And how is Hilary? And we mustn’t forget the most important one: Do you have boyfriend yet? You had delayed responding to it, because you were pretty sure with all the chaos it would come out wrong.
A few days after you arrived back in Japan, the Bladebreakers had split up. Max had gone to the PPB AllStarz, Ray had gone back to White Tiger X and Kai didn’t stick around much longer either before switching to the Blitzkrieg Boys. You had soon followed suit, leaving Tyson, Kenny, Hillary, Hiro and Daichi. The truth had been that you couldn’t grasp (nor stand) the fact that the Bladebreakers were splitting up, just like your parents had and you knew that the remaining members of the team wouldn’t last very long either. Thus you left – you weren’t going to let them send you away like your parents had. It was easier to go by yourself, than getting kicked off.
Those were the days…the days when Hiiro grew in you and soon took over. The days in which your dark side was created. All of the anger, the hurt, the pain and the suffering, all of it killed (your full name) in one way or another and the only way to deal with it and to keep Hiiro alive was to take it out on others. Oh how you had cried some of those nights. No one was ever there to comfort you. You had felt weak and minuscule and extremely pathetic (which you were) and the world had seemed strong and intimidating (which it was). You had come up with the resolution to be strong, to keep your quiet façade (known as (your first name)) from being exposed and Hiiro had definitely helped you in doing that. Soon (your full name) was all but forgotten as you began anew on the Blitzkrieg Boys’ team.
And thus stood your history of a nice quiet life before somebody had discovered that the world was flat, and thus sent everyone into panic whilst creating a chain reaction of causes and effects. Simply put: Fate hated you.
Quietly reminiscing your memories, you walked through an ever green park, green grass, green leaves, and green trees and the things that weren’t green were brown. Brown bark, brown bench, brown grass, and a brown twig that snapped when you stepped on it. The crack had dispersed the silence and serenity that you had managed to create and if it hadn’t, well, the voice that you heard a second later, would have.
“Hiiro.” You looked up to see something that wasn’t green or brown. In fact it was red – or at least his hair was.
“Tala.” You greeted back as the red head sauntered towards you. “What are you doing out here?”
“What I do or don’t do in my spare time is none of your business, m’dear.” Tala’s face was pulled into a full out smirk as he watched your reaction. It was so amusing he could have laughed out loud, but he didn’t. You looked positively hilarious.
First your eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in anger as your face turned slightly red, and your fists shook in tense balls as you spoke, it had taken you a minute to figure out what he had just said and now you were ready for blood. “What did you just call me?”
Tala’s smirk grew wider than you had ever thought to be possible. “So he was right; you really do hate pet names.”
“Who told you that?” You demanded, “And if you ever call me anything even remotely related to a pet name again, you will die.” You threatened slowly as Tala chuckled slightly and you fought back a surprised expression. Tala Valkov didn’t laugh. It was unheard of in anybody’s book.
“Alright ducky.” Tala sneered as you growled as you exploded and you ran towards him. You didn’t care if you had never punched anybody a day in your life, he was going to wind up with a black eye for that one. It was the one thing that didn’t have an emotional connection that made you tick.
I am soo going to kill you, Kai Hiwatari, you thought as your fist was suddenly grabbed by none other than Tala Valkov. “You can’t kill me, it’s against the rules.” Was Tala’s only comment as he held your hand in the air, and your body stopped a foot in front of him. You growled at him and tried to yank your fist out of his grip as he brought it down to eye level; he was toying with you. “You said if I called you anything ‘remotely related to a pet name’ – it was a pet name, but it wasn’t ‘remotely related.’”
“Shut up.” You commanded him as you yanked your arm free. “When’s the meeting that Boris called supposed to start?” You asked as you looked over your wrist discretely to make sure it hadn’t been broken, after all it hurt enough for that to be the case.
Tala had obviously taken some oath of silence, because he refused to answer you. Only smirking at your misfortune and the fun he had had with you earlier. You were definitely amusing that was for sure and as weird as it sounded, he actually enjoyed hanging out with you and bugging you.
“Tell me or it’s your butt that’s gonna get hauled.” You glared up at him – it wasn’t your fault that you were slightly shorter!
“You told me to shut up and after you were so mean, I don’t think you deserve to know. Besides your brain probably couldn’t process it.” Tala sneered as he began to walk off (Gah, that guy drives me insane!) and you turned around to go and find Spencer or Bryan, one of them probably knew; now whether or not they decided to tell you was beyond your sight.
“Yes, but I actually have a brain.” You shot back to him as you turned around and flounced off, only half-hearing his last comment which almost sent you into tears (after your realization on what he had said) as you ran as fast as you could. You heard your name being called behind you but ignored it.
“Well, at least I don’t have a personality problem.”
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On the other side of the park you stopped running, and hit the sand panting. Tala’s words had turned your mind from annoyance and death to Tala Valkov to the one hurt that almost killed you sometimes.
What really would happen to your personality? Who would you become? Do I even have a choice in the matter? You thought desperately as you let loose your tears by choice (earlier that day with Kenny had not been by choice) for the first time since you found out your grandmother had died. You were on a secluded part of the beach, and there was no one there to hear you cry and call you weak. The sun was starting to set as you began to cry, but there was no way any of its radiant beauty could help you. As the red faded with the yellow, pink, orange, blue and purple it became clear to you that nothing could help now, or so it seemed.
You wept and as you let out all your feelings, you felt a warm pair of arms wrap tightly around your shoulders. They were softly telling you it was going to be okay; but why would you even chance believing that anymore? It was never okay…
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A/N: I hope this one was slightly more explaining and slightly less confuzzling for everyone! I know I ended it off on a more serious/angst note and I’m sorry but it had to be that way for the sake of the story. Please review!
A/N: Okay people, thanks for all of your reviews! Just so you know, I’ve revamped the entire plot line for this story and it seems it will turn out to be 11-12 chapters long. So I’m sorry if it is going to be short, but if I make it any longer it’ll drag, believe me. But yeah, just a little notice for you guys on that and enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 7
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What if reverting back to (Your full name) was the only way to turn your life around?
Ha! Yeah, right, as if, you laughed at the rather scary thought; never in a million years could that be true! “Hiiro, what is it with you?” Kai’s voice sounded angry and frustrated with you as you looked up from your novel. You weren’t really reading it, after all, how could you with all of his interrogating? No, you were just trying to ignore him; unfortunately it wasn’t working.
“What does that mean?” You shot him a glare as a knock sounded on your open hotel room door. You and Kai simultaneously turned to look at the door and saw none other than Tala Valkov standing there with his usually cold expression.
You raised one eyebrow, “And what is it you want?” You figured playing it thick with Tala in front of Kai might get him off your back about the name business. He had been interrogating you on calling Tala Valkov ‘Tala’ for days, and truthfully if he asked about it once more, you would kill him.
Tala ignored you as he turned to Kai and started to speak, “Boris wants the team to meet later to discuss our final battle in the tournament and he wants EVERYONE there, unlike at the match.” Tala shot you a pointed look as you smirked.
“Ya know, sometimes I feel more like a puppet in Boris’ book than a human being? Weird, huh?” You let out a small and fake laugh as Kai rolled his eyes and Tala turned to you with a more or less vacant expression.
“That’s because you are.” Was his lone response as he bowed out of the hotel room with a small smirk lighting up his features.
“What did he mean by that?” You demanded to Kai, once Tala was out of sight.
“What he said. Boris tries to use us all as puppets and it worked two years ago, so why shouldn’t it work again? You know he’s still after the fate of the world, right?” Kai explained patiently as you looked at him in disgust.
“So you mean all that money spent on his psychiatric training was wasted? That’s nice to know.” You sighed in exasperation – that would explain the BBA’s lower budget for their teams lately. You couldn’t believe Mr. thingyenson would have been that stupid.
But that’s all he ever was, a stupid, trusting, naïve old man; why should he be any different over the years? That’s what you thought as Kai opened his mouth to say something, and you cut him off.
“I’m going for a walk; did Tala tell you what time this ‘meeting’ was at?” You asked him as Kai’s eyebrows furrowed. Apparently he didn’t.
“No, but why don’t you go and ask him?” Kai asked smirking at you as you realized your mistake and mentally screamed at yourself. You had called him Tala once again. Why was that?
Because I like him, why else? You answered yourself as Kai’s penetrating gaze grew harsher.
“You. I’m going for a walk.” You said obstinately as you walked out of the room, grabbing an electric blue jacket on the way out. You left Kai starring at you after you left, as he chuckled to himself. His suspicions were confirmed.
You liked Tala.
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You sighed, something you had been doing a lot since your life was thrown into chaos. It seemed that disaster was bound to follow you everywhere you went and destiny had a problem with you being happy and care-free. Or maybe it was just a stage you were going through…nah, you liked the first option better.
As you thought back to your grandmother, you felt your eyes well up with tears, but you refused to let them fall. After all, it had been almost four months since her death and you needed to get over it. That’s crap! She was my grandmother and one of my most favorite people in the world, don’t you dare tell me to get over it! You argued with yourself and as you let one lone tear slide down your face, you thought back to that fateful day.
Your grandmother had been one of the most understanding adults that you knew. You told her things that you couldn’t even tell your own mother. She was easy to talk to and you had loved her dearly. This is why you couldn’t just stand by and watch sadly as death took her from you. On that destined day, your life had been turned upside down by fate working closely with karma.
*&*&*&*&*&*
“(Your first name)! There’s a phone call for you!” You heard Tyson’s voice shout to the world as you battled on with Ray.
“Can it wait? I’m in the middle of a battle?” You asked back as you heard Tyson muttering to the person on the other end of the phone line…who the heck would call Tyson’s house to speak to you? The only one who knew you had practice today was your mother and the only time she’d call Tyson’s was if it was an emergency. It then hit you as Tyson’s voice sounded back out to you.
“It’s your mom and she says it’s an emergency.” Tyson called as you looked at Ray and he nodded to you, signaling that he was okay with ending the battle in a tie.
“Thanks.” You replied swiftly as you hurriedly summoned your swirling beyblade back to your hand and ran into Tyson’s dojo. You grabbed the phone from Tyson’s outstretched hand as you took it to your ear a second later. “Hello?”
A few minutes of conversation went on, and as Tyson studied your expression, he noticed that it went from happy, to melancholy, to sad. By the time you went to say ‘goodbye’ quietly into the phone, you looked as if you were about ready to burst into tears.
“What is it?” Tyson asked you, genuinely curious, as to what could have upset someone like you so much.
“Never mind. I’ve got to go, now. I’ll tell Kai and I’ll see you later Tyson!” You told him all in one breath as you ran out of the dojo, and up to Kai. He and Max had just finished a battle and were ready to launch their beyblades again. “Wait! I need to speak to Kai for a second. It’s an emergency.” You protested as Kai looked at you with a questioning expression and Max lowered his launcher.
Kai walked a few feet from the others, obviously sensing your discomfort (he had always been good at mind reading) and stood as you opened your mouth to speak. “I need to leave practice early and I probably won’t be here for the next few days either. I have to fly back to Australia for my grandmother’s funeral.” Kai’s eyes softened slightly as he stared at you. Both he and Hilary knew how close you were to your grandmother.
“It’s fine.” Kai’s words sounded so hollow, as you turned to leave, you didn’t want to cry in front of your friends. That would have been too weak, even for you. “(You first name),” Kai’s voice called your name and you turned around, after wiping one tear from your eye.
“Yes?” You swallowed, trying to force the tears back into your body.
His facial expression was one you had never seen before, and to this day still hadn’t, it held sympathy. “It’ll be okay,” With a nod of his head he headed back to practice, his sympathetic expression being replaced with one of apathy.
“Thank you.” You stated, loud enough so that only he could hear you. With that you turned, blade in hand, and ran out of Tyson’s yard. Weeping as you ran, you could only imagine what your mother was going through. Your grandmother was her mother and you couldn’t imagine the feelings that would arise if your own mother died. You tried to wipe your tears away as you raced to find the nearest payphone and call a cab to take you to the airport. This meant a plane ride to Australia and you got plane sick.
This would be a fun Monday.
*&*&*&*&*&*
You sighed as your eyes watered a little and you quickly wiped them dry and your memory flashbacks continued to five days after your grandmother’s death and funeral….your parents had split up and there was no chance of them getting back together after a few months. No, all you had heard was crying and arguing while you were there, and what made it even worse was that you had found out that this had been going on since you left for Japan and did that ever hurt.
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“What do you mean, ‘we’re splitting up and you’re going back to Japan’? I’m staying right here, thank you.” You stated obstinately, there was no way you were going back to Japan a day after the divorce papers were filed. Were they insane? You had seen them for the first time in a year and they wanted to send you back to Japan? Right after your grandmother’s funeral too. How heartless were they?
“I mean,” your mother told you pointedly, “That if we send you back to Japan, you won’t have to choose who you want to live with, and it would keep this family together slightly if you were to just write to two different addresses. I’ll mail you your father’s new address.” Your eyes widened at this. You had known they were serious about it all, but that moment was the one where it all sank in. They were completely and utterly serious about everything.
Does fate hate me or what? You thought and with out hesitation you burst into tears and ran up to your old room, picking up the telephone. You were calling Hilary and have a good long-distance cry with her.
A few days later, you stood in the airport, with both of your parents as they hugged you goodbye, although it seemed rather pointless to you. No goodbye hug would ever make up for the fact that they were sending their only child away to a foreign country right after her grandmother’s death and parent’s divorce.
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You growled, you were still a little ticked at them for that. You had just recently gotten their latest letter (by email as you had informed them that hotels didn’t have mail boxes) and it had asked the usual questions: how are you doing? What are you doing? And how is Hilary? And we mustn’t forget the most important one: Do you have boyfriend yet? You had delayed responding to it, because you were pretty sure with all the chaos it would come out wrong.
A few days after you arrived back in Japan, the Bladebreakers had split up. Max had gone to the PPB AllStarz, Ray had gone back to White Tiger X and Kai didn’t stick around much longer either before switching to the Blitzkrieg Boys. You had soon followed suit, leaving Tyson, Kenny, Hillary, Hiro and Daichi. The truth had been that you couldn’t grasp (nor stand) the fact that the Bladebreakers were splitting up, just like your parents had and you knew that the remaining members of the team wouldn’t last very long either. Thus you left – you weren’t going to let them send you away like your parents had. It was easier to go by yourself, than getting kicked off.
Those were the days…the days when Hiiro grew in you and soon took over. The days in which your dark side was created. All of the anger, the hurt, the pain and the suffering, all of it killed (your full name) in one way or another and the only way to deal with it and to keep Hiiro alive was to take it out on others. Oh how you had cried some of those nights. No one was ever there to comfort you. You had felt weak and minuscule and extremely pathetic (which you were) and the world had seemed strong and intimidating (which it was). You had come up with the resolution to be strong, to keep your quiet façade (known as (your first name)) from being exposed and Hiiro had definitely helped you in doing that. Soon (your full name) was all but forgotten as you began anew on the Blitzkrieg Boys’ team.
And thus stood your history of a nice quiet life before somebody had discovered that the world was flat, and thus sent everyone into panic whilst creating a chain reaction of causes and effects. Simply put: Fate hated you.
Quietly reminiscing your memories, you walked through an ever green park, green grass, green leaves, and green trees and the things that weren’t green were brown. Brown bark, brown bench, brown grass, and a brown twig that snapped when you stepped on it. The crack had dispersed the silence and serenity that you had managed to create and if it hadn’t, well, the voice that you heard a second later, would have.
“Hiiro.” You looked up to see something that wasn’t green or brown. In fact it was red – or at least his hair was.
“Tala.” You greeted back as the red head sauntered towards you. “What are you doing out here?”
“What I do or don’t do in my spare time is none of your business, m’dear.” Tala’s face was pulled into a full out smirk as he watched your reaction. It was so amusing he could have laughed out loud, but he didn’t. You looked positively hilarious.
First your eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in anger as your face turned slightly red, and your fists shook in tense balls as you spoke, it had taken you a minute to figure out what he had just said and now you were ready for blood. “What did you just call me?”
Tala’s smirk grew wider than you had ever thought to be possible. “So he was right; you really do hate pet names.”
“Who told you that?” You demanded, “And if you ever call me anything even remotely related to a pet name again, you will die.” You threatened slowly as Tala chuckled slightly and you fought back a surprised expression. Tala Valkov didn’t laugh. It was unheard of in anybody’s book.
“Alright ducky.” Tala sneered as you growled as you exploded and you ran towards him. You didn’t care if you had never punched anybody a day in your life, he was going to wind up with a black eye for that one. It was the one thing that didn’t have an emotional connection that made you tick.
I am soo going to kill you, Kai Hiwatari, you thought as your fist was suddenly grabbed by none other than Tala Valkov. “You can’t kill me, it’s against the rules.” Was Tala’s only comment as he held your hand in the air, and your body stopped a foot in front of him. You growled at him and tried to yank your fist out of his grip as he brought it down to eye level; he was toying with you. “You said if I called you anything ‘remotely related to a pet name’ – it was a pet name, but it wasn’t ‘remotely related.’”
“Shut up.” You commanded him as you yanked your arm free. “When’s the meeting that Boris called supposed to start?” You asked as you looked over your wrist discretely to make sure it hadn’t been broken, after all it hurt enough for that to be the case.
Tala had obviously taken some oath of silence, because he refused to answer you. Only smirking at your misfortune and the fun he had had with you earlier. You were definitely amusing that was for sure and as weird as it sounded, he actually enjoyed hanging out with you and bugging you.
“Tell me or it’s your butt that’s gonna get hauled.” You glared up at him – it wasn’t your fault that you were slightly shorter!
“You told me to shut up and after you were so mean, I don’t think you deserve to know. Besides your brain probably couldn’t process it.” Tala sneered as he began to walk off (Gah, that guy drives me insane!) and you turned around to go and find Spencer or Bryan, one of them probably knew; now whether or not they decided to tell you was beyond your sight.
“Yes, but I actually have a brain.” You shot back to him as you turned around and flounced off, only half-hearing his last comment which almost sent you into tears (after your realization on what he had said) as you ran as fast as you could. You heard your name being called behind you but ignored it.
“Well, at least I don’t have a personality problem.”
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On the other side of the park you stopped running, and hit the sand panting. Tala’s words had turned your mind from annoyance and death to Tala Valkov to the one hurt that almost killed you sometimes.
What really would happen to your personality? Who would you become? Do I even have a choice in the matter? You thought desperately as you let loose your tears by choice (earlier that day with Kenny had not been by choice) for the first time since you found out your grandmother had died. You were on a secluded part of the beach, and there was no one there to hear you cry and call you weak. The sun was starting to set as you began to cry, but there was no way any of its radiant beauty could help you. As the red faded with the yellow, pink, orange, blue and purple it became clear to you that nothing could help now, or so it seemed.
You wept and as you let out all your feelings, you felt a warm pair of arms wrap tightly around your shoulders. They were softly telling you it was going to be okay; but why would you even chance believing that anymore? It was never okay…
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A/N: I hope this one was slightly more explaining and slightly less confuzzling for everyone! I know I ended it off on a more serious/angst note and I’m sorry but it had to be that way for the sake of the story. Please review!