Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Solitary Flame/A Final Spark ❯ Tension ( Chapter 7 )

Once again, I do not own Beyblade. Anything you recognize from the show is obviously not mine.

Chapter 7

"The first match for this tournament will be held by The Majestics and Scarlet Rose."

They sure look like a bunch of rookies, I thought, we'll beat them in no time flat.

Boy was I ever wrong...

"Hey yall," one boy yelled from the other side of the stadium, "Prepare to get beat!"

"Oh we'll see who gets beat!" I yelled back before turning back to my team and listening to the plan.

"I've never seen this team play before. They're new to the league," Robert began, "so we'll have to be extremely careful today."

"Robert we can take them!" I said, "They're just a bunch of rookies who don't know anything about blading. Look at them, with their baggy pants and huge chains, like they're a threat."

Robert turned his head and fixed his dark eyes on me, clearly disappointed in my assumption, "You can't go about judging everyone you meet. Not a lot of "rookie" teams make it to these kinds of tournaments, so you better watch your back, Mannings!" He snapped.

My eyes found their way to the ground. I didn't mean to act like this, not now, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." I apologized.

"It's alright," Oliver said patting my back, "we've got no time for apologies now. It's time to blade. Now, Robert, what do we do?"

"I'll go first, Oliver you're second. If Enrique's brought back to earth by the time you're done," Robert explained, casting a glance at Enrique who was busy flirting with girls in the stands, "he'll go next. If not, Destiny, you have to battle for him."

My heart leapt, "What? I thought… What if I go first?" I suggested with an innocent smile. The pressure was getting to me.

"Is the pressure getting to you, Mannings?" Robert asked with a sly smile.

"Of course not!" I lied. Is he a mind reader? I thought, "I just thought it would be a better strategy if I went first, you know…"

"Destiny." Robert warned, for once calling me by my first name.

"Ok ok it's cool…" I forced a smile, "I just thought," I began right before receiving the death-glare once again from Robert, "shutting up now…"

"Smart choice, Mannings." Robert stated blankly before heading to the stands. Before I had time to stop myself I blurted out something I might have regretted badly.

"GOOD LUCK, ROBERT!" I yelled with a wave. He turned, gave the team a quick but noticeable smile and continued to the dish. The crowd cheered as soon as he stepped onto the battle field.

"GO ROBERT!" I heard someone yell. I looked back at the stands and saw Johnny cheering us on. I let out a big cheer and the battle started.

"Guys I can't see a thing…" I squirmed around trying to get a view of the stadium. When Robert's turn was over, I sat on the bench in defeat.

"There's a screen above the field," Oliver pointed out, "and you can see from there." He got up and walked to the stadium.

"Oh thanks for telling me that now!" I yelled after him as Robert sat down, "This is a stupid question to ask but, who won?"

"I did." He answered plainly, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Oh." I turned my gaze to the screen as well. Oliver was in trouble… His blade was starting to lose balance, while his opponent sent attack after attack. If only I could find a pattern. My mind fixed itself to finding a pattern in the attacks. Suddenly, I felt a shake.

"You're up next, Destiny go, go!" Oliver shoved my blade in my hand and pushed me to the stadium. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the heavy lighting on the stadium.

"Final battle," The commentator announced, "winner goes onto the next round!"

Before I knew it, I launched my blade into the stadium. For the first time in my life, I was really scared.

"Yo," my opponent called, "your blade's sick (A/N for everyone who doesn't know "sick" means awesome..) but can it stand up to mine? Fury attack Lainadon!"

"Oh no, Drallex!" I cried out as my blade barely survived the attack. It was losing speed by the second. In a few moments, it would stop.

"A.C.I.D. Claw!" I cried out weakly. Smoke rose from the stadium blocking the blades from view. When the smoke cleared, one blade had stopped while another one was weakly spinning. The spinning blade rolled on its side and stopped. Before I could identify the blade, the commentator was already shouting the winner.

"And the Majestics proceed to the next round!"

Oliver, Johnny, Enrique, and Robert rushed up to the stadium to congratulate me. Suddenly, the faces seemed to blend together dizzily. I fell into darkness.

After what seemed like a few moments, my eyes fluttered open to see Enrique seated beside me.

"Hey babe," he winked, "you feeling ok?"

"Yeah, I think so." I replied slowly rising from the bench, "What happened? Did I pass out?"

"Yeah, you did. It's intermission now and we don't have anymore battles today so… Can I take you around the stadium so that I may enjoy your company, Babe?" he offered. I sighed at his attempt. I really felt sorry for Enrique.

"Sure…" I rolled my eyes, "But just this once."

For the next two hours, my "date" with Enrique as he called it was made out of window shopping, me paying for the Beyblade upgrades and him buying me shoes. I like shoes, alright? I thought it was a fair deal.

After another hour or two, Enrique and I headed back to the stadium. Smiling, I looked through the crowds for familiar faces. Wait, I saw…

"Well well… Look what the cat dragged in." Iris grinned. I gave her a fake smile, then turned to Enrique.

"Go back to the team, I'll catch up with you guys in a bit." I ordered.

"But-"

"Please?" I gave him my best puppy eye pout. Reluctantly enough, he left. Now, time for me to take care of some unfinished business.

"Is that your new boy toy?" Iris asked bossily. Chloe and Ardene hid behind her, obviously not wanting to do any more damage that was already done.

"For your information, he happens to be my team mate." I glared, struggling to keep my temper from reaching its limit.

"You call THAT your team mate?" Iris laughed, "He couldn't quit flirting with the girls in the stands long enough to blade."

I glared, "Do you want another ass kicking? Because it sounds like you're asking for one."

"Bring it on, bitch." That last word did it. My temper flared and in seconds I was all over her; punching, scratching, kicking, biting…

"Hey… HEY BREAK IT UP!" an unfamiliar voice yelled. Soon after, I felt myself being pulled off of Iris.

Strong hands dizzily spun me around. I saw Robert glaring angrily at me, "What on earth has gotten into you, Mannings?"

Hey all you ff.net readers! Sorry for the long wait of updates; once again I had writers block, but now I'm on a role! Please don't expect my CYOA to be updated any time soon, unless someone is nice enough to send me ideas for the `Ray' chapter. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it, R+R!