Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Tears ❯ Revenge: Part I ( Chapter 11 )
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By: DarkFangs 
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.15.2007 | Updated On: 12.15.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 168 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.15.2007 | Updated On: 12.15.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 168 | Status: Completed
Summary/Disclaimer: check the prologue, I don't repeat myself.
“...” speaking
`Italics' thoughts
:: … :: bit beast talking
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Summary/Disclaimer: check the prologue, I don't repeat myself.
“...” speaking
`Italics' thoughts
:: … :: bit beast talking
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Chapter 10... Revenge: Part I
Half an hour after she had woken up, Iris had just finished packing, and Kai had gone away on a small walk around the city, even if it was only 4.30am, or so he had said on the note he left there. Iris smirked slightly to herself in the darkness of the room, `Don't want to explain to anyone why we were here alone for so long, eh Kai?' Though by Ray's grin sent her way, she had a feeling he knew. But the Tiger knew how to keep his mouth shut and for that, she was thankful. They were leaving in just a few minutes.
Pulling out a syringe from of her bag, she grimaced as it punctured her skin, right on the tender spot of her left elbow, the clear liquid entering her system, making her feel a bit sick and dizzy on the first seconds. `It would be just great that I got pregnant now…'
She then picked up her soft black, long sleeved turtle neck, which allowed her to move quickly and with no problems. A pair of bluish black jeans and her boots and she was ready to go.
A soft knock at the door sounded then.
“Rin? You decent?” She smiled. Tala.
“Come right in, Yuriy.”
The black haired girl turned to look at him, the smile still in place, but it soon faded, as she glanced into the redhead's eyes. Not turquoise. They were of a lighter blue shade. The normal mischievous sparkle gone. She even forgot to put on her gloves as she saw them. Something was definitely wrong. “Wolf, what happened?”
The boy simply shook his head, sitting in front of her on the floor like they used to do when they were younger. Sighing, she ran her hands through his hair gently, patiently waiting for him to start speaking, knowing that he would. “Do you… remember Ten?” his voice had lowered to a soft whisper.
The girl above him paused her gentle stroking on his scalp, obviously tensing up. Her voice got quieter as well, “Of course. She was one of the few female beybladers at the Abbey… You could almost say we were best friends, practically.”
He nodded absently, silence falling over them once more. His eyes seemed to glaze over as his features took in a thoughtful look.
Iris reached over, twirling one of his bangs tightly in one finger and pulling it short and harshly, snapping him back to reality. After a few more moments, he spoke up again, in the same whispering tone. “As time grows nearer, I can't help but think if she's alright… if she's even alive…” he added the last few words somewhat bitterly, “And because of that…” She let her fingers resume the light threading through his hair again, letting him know she was listening even if he had paused for a brief while, “Because of that, I… let her go…”
Dark eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't speaking about the same person anymore, “Her? You mean Rose? Rosemary?” Tala gave a short nod, almost in a forlorn way. She bit her lip, `It isn't like him to behave like this…' “Would you like to talk about it?”
“I don't know…” his eyes closed tightly, an out of place confusion settling in his features. It certainly didn't belong there. He rarely had any doubts about his actions; he did them and that was it. She could count by the fingers of one hand the times he was ever confused about taking a decision. A perk of being a cyborg, she supposed, most of his emotions, such as regret, suppressed from his mind, allowing him to think more clearly and take the right decision.
“Yuriy, please. Tell me…” she placed a hand on his shoulder. Seeing him recoil from her like that was worse than being sliced on the back by a knife. “Don't you trust me anymore?”
“I didn't say that.”
“Then tell me what happened.” Iris placed her chin on his other shoulder, “Please. I might be able to help you.”
He shook his head gently, “You can't, Rin. It's just… She doesn't want us to go. She told me that again. And… That's probably the reason why she acted the way she did in the first place back then too. I don't really blame her. I know it's my fault.”
“How so?”
“She told me… that I shouldn't go, I would just get killed.. All that because she… she… she then said that- you know…” He trailed off, not able to continue for multiple reasons, or simply not wanting to, not wanting to hear the truth from his own lips, but Iris already knew what he meant.
She sighed softly, “I'm sorry.”
At that, the redhead opened his eyes, light confusion written in them. He turned his head to look at her as she lifted her head slightly, “For what?”
“Her attitude. Sorry to be the one telling you this, but if she did care that much, as she says she does, she would understand. You and your reasons.” Her voice was emotionless. Not the usual tone the boy was used to hear from her in his presence. Then again, she wasn't an expert when it came to relationships. Quite the contrary, it was odd to hear her talk about feelings and what one should do like that. She usually kept that to herself.
Therefore, he opted for a short pause, before replying, unconsciously defending the other redhead, not that he intended to, at first, “Maybe, but she doesn't know about what we've been through. Our reasons, our need for revenge. So much, we're willing to risk ourselves like this. If we were in her place… We would probably do and think the same.”
Mumbling something in Portuguese under her breath that suspiciously sounded like she was cursing, the girl stood up, “I don't really know her that well, I could be wrong. So, don't take my words seriously.” She looked back, her light eyes locking with his bright ones, “But I won't take them back.” She turned her head to the window, her features suddenly losing their spark they held when speaking and making her point across. She looked tired, as did her next few words, “Come on… We leave in half an hour for the airport.”
The boy got up, too quickly to be called calmly. His eyes narrowed, “Thanks for nothing. You left me in the same conclusion I was before I came in…”
“Wolf, I told you not to take me seriously; it's not that-” he had exited the room before she could finish the sentence, “-you shouldn't believe her…”
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“...” speaking
`Italics' thoughts
:: … :: bit beast talking
+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* +* +*+*
Summary/Disclaimer: check the prologue, I don't repeat myself.
“...” speaking
`Italics' thoughts
:: … :: bit beast talking
+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* +* +*+*
Chapter 10... Revenge: Part I
Half an hour after she had woken up, Iris had just finished packing, and Kai had gone away on a small walk around the city, even if it was only 4.30am, or so he had said on the note he left there. Iris smirked slightly to herself in the darkness of the room, `Don't want to explain to anyone why we were here alone for so long, eh Kai?' Though by Ray's grin sent her way, she had a feeling he knew. But the Tiger knew how to keep his mouth shut and for that, she was thankful. They were leaving in just a few minutes.
Pulling out a syringe from of her bag, she grimaced as it punctured her skin, right on the tender spot of her left elbow, the clear liquid entering her system, making her feel a bit sick and dizzy on the first seconds. `It would be just great that I got pregnant now…'
She then picked up her soft black, long sleeved turtle neck, which allowed her to move quickly and with no problems. A pair of bluish black jeans and her boots and she was ready to go.
A soft knock at the door sounded then.
“Rin? You decent?” She smiled. Tala.
“Come right in, Yuriy.”
The black haired girl turned to look at him, the smile still in place, but it soon faded, as she glanced into the redhead's eyes. Not turquoise. They were of a lighter blue shade. The normal mischievous sparkle gone. She even forgot to put on her gloves as she saw them. Something was definitely wrong. “Wolf, what happened?”
The boy simply shook his head, sitting in front of her on the floor like they used to do when they were younger. Sighing, she ran her hands through his hair gently, patiently waiting for him to start speaking, knowing that he would. “Do you… remember Ten?” his voice had lowered to a soft whisper.
The girl above him paused her gentle stroking on his scalp, obviously tensing up. Her voice got quieter as well, “Of course. She was one of the few female beybladers at the Abbey… You could almost say we were best friends, practically.”
He nodded absently, silence falling over them once more. His eyes seemed to glaze over as his features took in a thoughtful look.
Iris reached over, twirling one of his bangs tightly in one finger and pulling it short and harshly, snapping him back to reality. After a few more moments, he spoke up again, in the same whispering tone. “As time grows nearer, I can't help but think if she's alright… if she's even alive…” he added the last few words somewhat bitterly, “And because of that…” She let her fingers resume the light threading through his hair again, letting him know she was listening even if he had paused for a brief while, “Because of that, I… let her go…”
Dark eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't speaking about the same person anymore, “Her? You mean Rose? Rosemary?” Tala gave a short nod, almost in a forlorn way. She bit her lip, `It isn't like him to behave like this…' “Would you like to talk about it?”
“I don't know…” his eyes closed tightly, an out of place confusion settling in his features. It certainly didn't belong there. He rarely had any doubts about his actions; he did them and that was it. She could count by the fingers of one hand the times he was ever confused about taking a decision. A perk of being a cyborg, she supposed, most of his emotions, such as regret, suppressed from his mind, allowing him to think more clearly and take the right decision.
“Yuriy, please. Tell me…” she placed a hand on his shoulder. Seeing him recoil from her like that was worse than being sliced on the back by a knife. “Don't you trust me anymore?”
“I didn't say that.”
“Then tell me what happened.” Iris placed her chin on his other shoulder, “Please. I might be able to help you.”
He shook his head gently, “You can't, Rin. It's just… She doesn't want us to go. She told me that again. And… That's probably the reason why she acted the way she did in the first place back then too. I don't really blame her. I know it's my fault.”
“How so?”
“She told me… that I shouldn't go, I would just get killed.. All that because she… she… she then said that- you know…” He trailed off, not able to continue for multiple reasons, or simply not wanting to, not wanting to hear the truth from his own lips, but Iris already knew what he meant.
She sighed softly, “I'm sorry.”
At that, the redhead opened his eyes, light confusion written in them. He turned his head to look at her as she lifted her head slightly, “For what?”
“Her attitude. Sorry to be the one telling you this, but if she did care that much, as she says she does, she would understand. You and your reasons.” Her voice was emotionless. Not the usual tone the boy was used to hear from her in his presence. Then again, she wasn't an expert when it came to relationships. Quite the contrary, it was odd to hear her talk about feelings and what one should do like that. She usually kept that to herself.
Therefore, he opted for a short pause, before replying, unconsciously defending the other redhead, not that he intended to, at first, “Maybe, but she doesn't know about what we've been through. Our reasons, our need for revenge. So much, we're willing to risk ourselves like this. If we were in her place… We would probably do and think the same.”
Mumbling something in Portuguese under her breath that suspiciously sounded like she was cursing, the girl stood up, “I don't really know her that well, I could be wrong. So, don't take my words seriously.” She looked back, her light eyes locking with his bright ones, “But I won't take them back.” She turned her head to the window, her features suddenly losing their spark they held when speaking and making her point across. She looked tired, as did her next few words, “Come on… We leave in half an hour for the airport.”
The boy got up, too quickly to be called calmly. His eyes narrowed, “Thanks for nothing. You left me in the same conclusion I was before I came in…”
“Wolf, I told you not to take me seriously; it's not that-” he had exited the room before she could finish the sentence, “-you shouldn't believe her…”
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