Post by Jacquie on May 27, 2005 18:19:04 GMT -5
Some Things Never Change
“I – (Your first name), I think I’ve fallen for you.” The sound of his words resounded in your head. The starry night seemed to jump out at you as a chilly breeze hit you and you shivered. Instantly arms were placed around you.
“What? I – No!” You broke free of his embrace. A pain in your chest arose; it felt like a knife was piercing through your heart. No! How could they? He and rest of your – no, his friends, playing with you like a pawn for so long! You had trusted them and now they ridiculed your affection towards their leader! Why pull a ruse like this? They must all hate you…no really, but why? Oh that’s right for the sole reason of grinding your feelings into the dust.
Tears flew from your eyes as you turned and ran. I’ll never be able to show my face in this village again, I’ve got to get out of here, was your only though as you ran into your ‘hut’ you had built yourself.
You went to your closet and pulled out your brown duffel back and hurriedly threw hygiene items, clothes and an extra pair of shoes into it. Then you put in a treasured picture of your long deceased parents as well as a notebook, a pen and your beyblade.
“Why?” You almost yelled as tears fell from your face. You then put a few small packets of tissue into the duffel bag and put on a coat as you slung the bag over your shoulder and quietly exited your ‘hut’ after drying your tears and writing a note to the leader of your clan.
“(Your first name) Shakaku? What are you doing at this time a night?” You froze, oh well; guess I get to give him the news in person. You turn around slowly to face your clan leader – his grandfather.
“I, uh,” You stutter and then remember the letter and turn it over so you can read it. “I feel I need to expand my horizons and therefore I need to leave the village for a while.”<br>
“Why aren’t you leaving tomorrow, (your first name)?” Your leader’s voice is soft.
“Because of personal matters; I cannot and that is that. Please accept my sincerest apology for any betrayal you feel this is causing to the clan.” You recite and bow. “Goodbye Sensei [1], I have learned much from this clan and you are like a father to me, but I must leave as I feel I do not belong here anymore. Even you must admit I have no place here, I am not originally from this clan and therefore I feel I must leave. Please do not ask me to explain why, Sensei, please.”
Your clan leader had taken you in after your parents’ were attacked by a bear and killed; he had become like a father to you. They apparently were on a hunting trip, your father shot its cub by misaiming and then they were attacked. This was the knowledge you grew up with on your parents’ death. You miraculously survived as you were at the campsite, which was quite near the White Tiger Clan [2].
“(Your first name), I accept your decision, but I must demand that you return here in three years. I want to see if you have improved your skills any, if so, I will let you go back out into ‘civilization’ as it has been christened, if not you will stay in the clan. Do we have an accord?” Your ‘father’ responded.
“Yes, we do, thank you father!” You could not stop yourself from hugging the old man as he hugged you back as soon as you pulled away, you spoke again, “I must ask that you do not tell Ray, Lee, Mariah, Kevin or Gary about where I have gone or when I am going to be back – if at all.” Your voice now sounded stoic.
“Goodbye, be safe, Shakaku,” Your sensei replies softly. This was a nickname given to your by your so-called friends, after they had witnessed you battling a bear family who looked at the time like they had wanted to eat you. Shakaku meant Angel of Fire and you had adopted it as your last name, as your parents left behind no ID as to what your real last name was.
You then turned and ran towards the gates of the village. Just keep running, you tell yourself, don’t look back. You then reached the village gates and no surprise they were locked. You then climbed over the tall gate and onto the stone wall that protected your village. You and Kevin had done it many times, at the thought of his name you growl lowly, traitor! Just like the rest of them! You jumped off the wall and landed on all fours.
Under the full silver moon and the chilling breeze, you started your journey into the beyond. With each step you had taken you had felt more and more confident and this led up to where you were today.
*~* Present Time (two and a quarter years later) *~*
“COME ON! SHAKAKU, HURRY IT UP!” A boy with spiky black hair yells at you as you run around the track panting for all you are worth. Which doesn’t look like much at the moment considering you are getting the impression your team leader wants to kill you all BEFORE the tournament and you decide to tell him just that…<br>
“ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US BEFORE THE TOURNEMENT? CAUSE IT SURE AS HELL SEEMS LIKE IT!” You shout from across the track.
“Shut up, Shakaku, or he’ll make us do more laps and that’s the last thing we all want!” Ramie scolds you as he jogs up to you. Now for the explanation, after a year of being out on your own, since the night of the silver moon (which is what you had decided to name the memory), you had managed to be put on a new BBA team formed the same way the Bladebreakers were.
On your team besides you and Ramie Dalls, are two other members. Your leader’s name (yes the person you were just yelling at) is Dean Malachuski and your fourth member’s name is Nicol Armstrong. Together you make up Orison, South America’s national team.
Now back to the lovely laps you are running. “Hey guys,” A soft voice penetrates your ears as you look back to see Nicol sprinting up to you both.
“Hi Nicol.” You and Ramie reply in unison, which makes Nicol chuckle a bit.
“So how many more laps do we have to do?” Ramie asks, you sigh, if it weren’t for us, Ramie would forget his head.
“We’re on the last one now.” You say in an exasperated tone.
“You people know we have a tournament coming up! MOVE IT!” Shouts came across the field loud and clear, courtesy of Dean and megaphone, you grin at the thought.
“DONE!” You cheer at the top of your lungs as Nicol and Ramie come in two seconds after you.
“You know, I’ve noticed that training’s gotten much more intense, now that we’ve got a tournament.” Nicol observed.
“We need to be at our best.” Dean replied, “And there’s no way I’m letting you guys get off that easy.”<br>
“Sometimes I wonder who appointed him team captain!” Ramie mutters under his breath, but you catch it, standing right beside him and all.
“Mr. thingyenson, that’s who,” You reply in a whisper to him.
“So guys, the tournament starts next week, but we won’t be beyblading until the semi finals as we’re the national team from South America and we’ll be taking part in the Asian tournament because Mr. thingyenson asked us to. I believe the team we’ll be taking on in the semi-finals is called, The White Tigers.” What? You mentally scream, as Dean shoots information at you. His last sentence is swimming around in your brain. ‘We’ll be taking on in the semi-finals is called, The White Tigers.’ White Tigers? That’s my villages name! My teammates know nothing of my history, maybe I can just sit this one out, after all, we don’t need four bladers, only three. You remind yourself as you hear someone calling your name.
“(Your first name)! Hello, come in, Shakaku!”<br>
“Eh? What?” You blink as you stare around the track.
“You spaced out, Dean and Ramie went on ahead,” Nicol tells you. Mr. Faithful, yep that was Nicol. You didn’t know how he found the heart to beyblade; he was so calm and too nice, though you knew he could be very threatening, that was for sure. He acted just like that character – Ryou Bakura – off of that anime Yugioh. You smiled at the thought, ‘cept he isn’t British and he doesn’t have a big gaudy piece of jewelry around his neck all the time! He did have platinum blonde hair though, that was for sure, it only went down to his shoulders though.
“Oh sorry, I was just thinking about…” You trail off not knowing what to substitute for your memories of your clan.
“I – (Your first name), I think I’ve fallen for you.” The sound of his words resounded in your head. The starry night seemed to jump out at you as a chilly breeze hit you and you shivered. Instantly arms were placed around you.
“What? I – No!” You broke free of his embrace. A pain in your chest arose; it felt like a knife was piercing through your heart. No! How could they? He and rest of your – no, his friends, playing with you like a pawn for so long! You had trusted them and now they ridiculed your affection towards their leader! Why pull a ruse like this? They must all hate you…no really, but why? Oh that’s right for the sole reason of grinding your feelings into the dust.
Tears flew from your eyes as you turned and ran. I’ll never be able to show my face in this village again, I’ve got to get out of here, was your only though as you ran into your ‘hut’ you had built yourself.
You went to your closet and pulled out your brown duffel back and hurriedly threw hygiene items, clothes and an extra pair of shoes into it. Then you put in a treasured picture of your long deceased parents as well as a notebook, a pen and your beyblade.
“Why?” You almost yelled as tears fell from your face. You then put a few small packets of tissue into the duffel bag and put on a coat as you slung the bag over your shoulder and quietly exited your ‘hut’ after drying your tears and writing a note to the leader of your clan.
“(Your first name) Shakaku? What are you doing at this time a night?” You froze, oh well; guess I get to give him the news in person. You turn around slowly to face your clan leader – his grandfather.
“I, uh,” You stutter and then remember the letter and turn it over so you can read it. “I feel I need to expand my horizons and therefore I need to leave the village for a while.”<br>
“Why aren’t you leaving tomorrow, (your first name)?” Your leader’s voice is soft.
“Because of personal matters; I cannot and that is that. Please accept my sincerest apology for any betrayal you feel this is causing to the clan.” You recite and bow. “Goodbye Sensei [1], I have learned much from this clan and you are like a father to me, but I must leave as I feel I do not belong here anymore. Even you must admit I have no place here, I am not originally from this clan and therefore I feel I must leave. Please do not ask me to explain why, Sensei, please.”
Your clan leader had taken you in after your parents’ were attacked by a bear and killed; he had become like a father to you. They apparently were on a hunting trip, your father shot its cub by misaiming and then they were attacked. This was the knowledge you grew up with on your parents’ death. You miraculously survived as you were at the campsite, which was quite near the White Tiger Clan [2].
“(Your first name), I accept your decision, but I must demand that you return here in three years. I want to see if you have improved your skills any, if so, I will let you go back out into ‘civilization’ as it has been christened, if not you will stay in the clan. Do we have an accord?” Your ‘father’ responded.
“Yes, we do, thank you father!” You could not stop yourself from hugging the old man as he hugged you back as soon as you pulled away, you spoke again, “I must ask that you do not tell Ray, Lee, Mariah, Kevin or Gary about where I have gone or when I am going to be back – if at all.” Your voice now sounded stoic.
“Goodbye, be safe, Shakaku,” Your sensei replies softly. This was a nickname given to your by your so-called friends, after they had witnessed you battling a bear family who looked at the time like they had wanted to eat you. Shakaku meant Angel of Fire and you had adopted it as your last name, as your parents left behind no ID as to what your real last name was.
You then turned and ran towards the gates of the village. Just keep running, you tell yourself, don’t look back. You then reached the village gates and no surprise they were locked. You then climbed over the tall gate and onto the stone wall that protected your village. You and Kevin had done it many times, at the thought of his name you growl lowly, traitor! Just like the rest of them! You jumped off the wall and landed on all fours.
Under the full silver moon and the chilling breeze, you started your journey into the beyond. With each step you had taken you had felt more and more confident and this led up to where you were today.
*~* Present Time (two and a quarter years later) *~*
“COME ON! SHAKAKU, HURRY IT UP!” A boy with spiky black hair yells at you as you run around the track panting for all you are worth. Which doesn’t look like much at the moment considering you are getting the impression your team leader wants to kill you all BEFORE the tournament and you decide to tell him just that…<br>
“ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US BEFORE THE TOURNEMENT? CAUSE IT SURE AS HELL SEEMS LIKE IT!” You shout from across the track.
“Shut up, Shakaku, or he’ll make us do more laps and that’s the last thing we all want!” Ramie scolds you as he jogs up to you. Now for the explanation, after a year of being out on your own, since the night of the silver moon (which is what you had decided to name the memory), you had managed to be put on a new BBA team formed the same way the Bladebreakers were.
On your team besides you and Ramie Dalls, are two other members. Your leader’s name (yes the person you were just yelling at) is Dean Malachuski and your fourth member’s name is Nicol Armstrong. Together you make up Orison, South America’s national team.
Now back to the lovely laps you are running. “Hey guys,” A soft voice penetrates your ears as you look back to see Nicol sprinting up to you both.
“Hi Nicol.” You and Ramie reply in unison, which makes Nicol chuckle a bit.
“So how many more laps do we have to do?” Ramie asks, you sigh, if it weren’t for us, Ramie would forget his head.
“We’re on the last one now.” You say in an exasperated tone.
“You people know we have a tournament coming up! MOVE IT!” Shouts came across the field loud and clear, courtesy of Dean and megaphone, you grin at the thought.
“DONE!” You cheer at the top of your lungs as Nicol and Ramie come in two seconds after you.
“You know, I’ve noticed that training’s gotten much more intense, now that we’ve got a tournament.” Nicol observed.
“We need to be at our best.” Dean replied, “And there’s no way I’m letting you guys get off that easy.”<br>
“Sometimes I wonder who appointed him team captain!” Ramie mutters under his breath, but you catch it, standing right beside him and all.
“Mr. thingyenson, that’s who,” You reply in a whisper to him.
“So guys, the tournament starts next week, but we won’t be beyblading until the semi finals as we’re the national team from South America and we’ll be taking part in the Asian tournament because Mr. thingyenson asked us to. I believe the team we’ll be taking on in the semi-finals is called, The White Tigers.” What? You mentally scream, as Dean shoots information at you. His last sentence is swimming around in your brain. ‘We’ll be taking on in the semi-finals is called, The White Tigers.’ White Tigers? That’s my villages name! My teammates know nothing of my history, maybe I can just sit this one out, after all, we don’t need four bladers, only three. You remind yourself as you hear someone calling your name.
“(Your first name)! Hello, come in, Shakaku!”<br>
“Eh? What?” You blink as you stare around the track.
“You spaced out, Dean and Ramie went on ahead,” Nicol tells you. Mr. Faithful, yep that was Nicol. You didn’t know how he found the heart to beyblade; he was so calm and too nice, though you knew he could be very threatening, that was for sure. He acted just like that character – Ryou Bakura – off of that anime Yugioh. You smiled at the thought, ‘cept he isn’t British and he doesn’t have a big gaudy piece of jewelry around his neck all the time! He did have platinum blonde hair though, that was for sure, it only went down to his shoulders though.
“Oh sorry, I was just thinking about…” You trail off not knowing what to substitute for your memories of your clan.