Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Solitary Flame/A Final Spark ❯ Problems ( Chapter 4 )

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Jacquie: I think this was the best chapter you've written so far. I thought it was really interesting and having her team dump her added a lot of suspense to the story. I liked the fact that you put Oliver in the story as well, he's one of my favorite characters! Really well written chapter and keep up the good work. I loved the chapter and I think you did a really good job on Oliver's character and Enrique's not to mention Ray's. But you left me

in suspense, please update soon I wanna know what's gonna happen next.

Kai/Ray: Um, obviously I can't review the same chapter twice of a story, so like, I decided to email you.

#1. I like the names of your characters, they are very unique.

#2. Your characters are very interesting, as in, have good

descriptions.

#3. I just love your over all writing style/technique!

On with chapter four!

Ch. 4

"She's alright, for a young girl. You can't expect her to actually Beyblade, do you, Oliver?" The man named Robert shrugged.

"Hey," I began to protest, "I'm 16! I can prove I'm a good blader. I'll battle one of you right now!"

"There's no need for that." Robert insisted.

"Hey," a boy with spiky red hair said, speaking for the first time, "she wants a battle. I'll be pleased to give her one."

I smirked, "Are you sure? You're going to battle Canada's top blader." Well, statistically I was Canada's top blader. But competing against Iris… she was the better blader. Anger surged through me at her thought.

"Miss Big-Shot huh? Your remind me of that big-headed and not to mention big-mouthed BladeBreaker Tyson. By the way, I'm Johnny. One of Europe's finest. We'll see who's the top blader after this." He said, putting his blade on his launcher and leading me to a stadium outside of the airport, "Are you ready?" he asked.

I paused, as I put together my blade and launcher, "The real question is… are you?" this really heated him up.

Johnny turned red with anger, "Nobody talks to me like that!" he fumed. Robert stepped in between us.

"3…. 2…. 1…." He began.

"LET IT RIP!" Johnny and I said in unison.

"Drallex!" I shouted to my Beyblade.

"Salamalyon! Attack!" Johnny shouted, as his Beyblade started to weaken Drallex.

"No!" I cried in horror, "Quick, A.C.I.D.* Swipes!" Smoke rose in the stadium from the attack. I coughed and helped Johnny away from the smoke (A&N: Just like what Tyson did when he helped Robert). When the smoke cleared, only one blade was left spinning.

Mine.

My eyes widened. I beat him? I thought.

"You cheated!" Johnny cried angrily, stumbling away from me, taking his blade and shoving it angrily in his pocket.

"Hey babe," Enrique began, putting his arm around my shoulder, "That was pretty nice." He winked.

What is with this guy and girls…? I asked myself silently. "Um, thanks…" I responded, ducking so his arm fell off my shoulder. I went and stood beside Oliver.

"Rejected again, Enrique." Oliver laughed.

"Why do Canadian chicks get turned off by me all the time?" Enrique asked himself.

"You gotta lose the term `babe'." I said as a matter of fact.

"No, we keep it."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Enough." Robert sighed, "We've got a lot of work to do." With that, he turned and headed for a blue minivan. Must be theirs… I thought

"Hey ba-I mean Dez…. Can I call you Dez?" He asked, sounding like one of those men who butter you up and run away with your money at the last minute…. ANYWAYS back to what I was saying. I nodded unsure of his motives. Although you had to admit he was kind of cute, "How'd you like to stay with us?"

"You mean stay with all of you…" I paused, "Or just you?" I asked. This guy never gives up… I thought.

"I mean all of us." He looked hurt, "Is that what you think of me already? Is this the impression I've left on such a lovely soul?" he said over-dramatically. I sweatdropped.

"Um…" I glanced at Oliver with a `what-the-heck-am-I-supposed-to-say' look. He just sighed ignoring me and headed for the mini. Very nice… I thought quietly. While Enrique was absorbed in his deep thought of my `lovely soul', I tiptoed quietly to the minivan, carrying my backpack with me.

^0^

So, here's the deal with the car ride to the hotel. The very glamorous and BIG hotel, might I add. Anyways, I drove, surprisingly. Robert sat in the passengers seat beside me and Oliver, Enrique, and Johnny sat piled up in the back. Yes, chaos. I got a headache from the noise and I couldn't concentrate much on the road without a lot of effort. Mental note, I thought, keeping an eye on the stoplight ahead of me. Let someone else drive next time.

"So, Destiny," Oliver began, his face squished by the window, "where are-stop it Johnny-you from?"

"I was born in Winnipeg (A&N: I luv that city!) but I live in china now." I told him as a tear rolled down my cheek. "Winnipeg… My team… I wonder what they're doing now?" I thought aloud.

"Hey, are you okay babe?" Enrique asked with an actual look of sincere ness in his eyes.

"Yeah… Fine." I answered, gritting my teeth.

I wouldn't cry.

I couldn't cry.

Not now. I had to concentrate on the present. Not what happened in the very recent past.

^0^

I concentrated hard. Johnny sat on a chair, totally absorbed in thought. We were playing… chess. A game that I just learned.

"Check!" Johnny stated, as he moved a chess piece to another square.

"Hmm…" I thought. I was pretty good at this game. I beat Robert! Ok well I didn't beat him… but I ALMOST did.

Then, I saw it. The chance to win, "Check mate." I grinned. Johnny shook his head angrily in defeat. He clenched his fist.

"Beaten by an inexperienced girl, Johnny." Robert chuckled, obviously amused.

"Oh shut up…" He glared, not taking any amusement whatsoever of the situation.

"I'm sorry, Johnny…" I apologized, "I didn't know it would affect your mood so much when you lost that game of chess…"

"Just forget it… I'm gonna go cool down." Johnny stated as he grabbed his coat and walked out the door. I glanced up worriedly at Oliver who seemed to read my thoughts. He smiled.

"Don't worry. Johnny takes off on us a lot. You get used to it after a while." He assured before looking down at his papers again.

"Say, what's that?" I asked.

"New Beyblading rules." Oliver answered simply. I waited but he didn't say a word.

"Mind telling me what they ARE?" I asked sarcastically. I was being sarcastic that I was being sarcastic, if that makes sense.

"Oh!" He said laughing, "my apologies, ma chérie." He began before continuing, "Each team with fewer than four members will be disqualified. What a long letter for such a short message…"

A few hours went by and no one said a word. Robert was busy with his tea, Enrique was looking at the "Pretty in Pink" magazine and Oliver was looking out the window. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Rrinnngggg… Rrrinnngggg…

I walked over and picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear, "Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Destiny Mannings and the Majestics?" the hotel manager asked.

"Yeah.." I answered curiously, "it's us."

"It's about your friend, Johnny." The hotel manager told us with a sympathetic voice.

"What is it?"

Hey! SOOOO sorry to leave you off right there but I wanted to get onto the next chapter. R&R and check out my new CYOA!

*A.C.I.D Swipes- A=Ardene C=Chloe I=Iris D=Destiny | Pretty sneaky huh?