Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Solitary Flame/A Final Spark ❯ Hitting Cowardice ( Chapter 18 )

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Ch. 18- Rei POV

"Here goes…" Destiny gave a fake smile, I could tell.

"Des, you don't have to do this."

"I've never backed out from a battle before, and I'm not starting now!" she reasoned, determination flashing in her eyes.

I nodded, "Good luck."

"Same to you."

We raised our blades as everyone in the stadium cheered.

The DJ began our countdown, "3…2…1…"

"Let it rip!!!" Destiny and I shouted in unison.

Our blades gracefully landed in the dish. They spun together, and then Des started to attack.

Already? This wasn't her style. Not from what I've seen.

"Drallex! ACID Swipes!" she yelled.

This was the first time I got to see Drallex up close and personal.

They say that the bitbeast is connected to its master completely, through feelings and emotion. Whatever the master feels, the bitbeast feels, too. When I saw Drallex rise from the blade, it had a scared but determined expression on its face.

"Des, relax!" I shouted across the platform.

She shook her head and shut her eyes, "I c-can't! Drallex, attack again!"

Her bitbeast tried to attack again, but Drigger was too fast for it.

"Mannings!" Robert yelled from the bench, "Get your head in the game!"

Destiny turned to face Robert, obviously completely forgetting about the Beyblade battle, "Damnit, Robert, quit backseat driving!"

"Come on, Dude!" Tyson yelled over Destiny and Robert's cries, "She's not looking; knock her out of the ring!"

Despite all of Tyson's yelling, I waited for Des to focus on the battle again.

"Des, hurry up! You're losing your endurance, fast!" I called. She heard me and turned quickly.

"You, waited…" she stated in surprise, "Alright, I owe you a good battle."

I nodded.

This match has now officially begun.

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Destiny POV

Rei waited for me… I thought to myself.

A moment later, I `got my head in the game' as Robert put it.

After a series of mild attacks from both Rei and I, he finally decided to attack for real.

"Go, Driger!" he shouted. His bitbeast rose from the Beyblade and headed for an attack.

"Watch out, Drallex!" I warned, a few seconds too late. Drallex was hit and flew out of the stadium.

"And Rei Kon takes the first match!" the DJ announced. The crowd let out yet another cheer.

"I… I lost?" I dropped to my knees.

Rei held out his hand. I accepted and he pulled me up.

"Nice." He nodded, "You're one of the strongest I've ever battled."

I grinned half-heartedly, "I'm going to get you next time, Kon."

"Rematch back in China?" he suggested.

"Deal."

I walked back to the bench and sat down while Oliver walked past me to participate in the next match.

"You lost." Robert pointed out.

"No shit, Sherlock." I shot back.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me, Mannings." he glared.

"I believe I just did, Robbie." What was wrong with me? I couldn't stop. Word vomit, again.

Robert stood up from the bench in rage, "Don't push me, Mannings." he warned.

I gave him an icy glare, "Uh huh. You can take that fake threat and shove it right up your-"

I didn't have any time to say anymore. Robert took his fist and hit me across the face.

I fell to the ground with a thud and held my cheek, shaking my head.

Robert looked at me with slit eyes, "I know of no gender in Beyblading." (A&N Meaning that he doesn't hit girls, but its all the same to him when it comes to Beyblading. If that makes sense!)

I felt Enrique's arms around my waist, helping me up, "Robert, what the hell are you doing?"

"Giving her what she deserves."

"I'll give you what you deserve..." I threatened, trying to move into a fighting stance. If it weren't for Enrique holding me back, I would have succeeded and given him what he really deserved...

"Don't do it, Des!" Enrique hissed.

"Let me go..." I warned.

"Promise you won't do anything stupid."

I shrug him off violently and sat back onto the bench, arms crossed.

A few minutes later, Oliver came back to the bench and Robert left for the final match.

"Well," he began, smiling, "I won."

"Whoopty doo.." I glared at the ground.

"You okay?"

I gave him a cheesy smile, "Peachy."

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"Good," Robert began, taking a seat on the couch in our hotel living room, "we're in the final round. One more victory and the world champion title is ours!"

I nodded, "Thanks for pointing out the obvious Captiain Predictable."

Robert ignored my comment. We were both obviously still angry.

"Our only real competition was the Bladebreakers." Enrique grinned, "We've got this championship in the bag."

I shook my head, "No, we don't."

Oliver nodded, "She's right you know."

"Who could possibly beat us? Who are we up against, anyways?" Enrique asked.

"Solitary Flame." I answered simply. They hadn'tconfirmed it yet, but I knew they were the finalists from Pool C.

"I hear their replacement is really good..." Oliver thought aloud.

"Oh thanks." I glared.

"No I didn't mean it that way." he shook his head.

"But how can she be really good? Iris said she sucked."

"They got a replacement for your replacement."

I sweatdropped, taking a moment for his words to get into my head, "Typical. But like I was saying, they're going to be pretty hard to beat. Iris is the champion from New Zealand. Chloe's the champ from South America and Ardene took the title of Africa's champion."

"Didn't you win anything?" Johnny snorted, speaking for the first time since after our match.

"If you must know, McGregor, I'm the continental champion from North America." I retorted.

"Miss Big Shot, aren't we?"

"Screw you." I shot back.

"If you're the North American champion, how come you're not publicized in magazines and sponsored to go to tournaments?" Johnny asked as-a-matter-of-factly.

I sighed and tensed, "Because my old sponsor didn't believe that girls could blade. We got covered up by a bunch of boys who took our titles and were never heard from again."

"And you think I'm messed up."

"I never said I did! But now that you think of it-"

"Enough!" Robert stated, surprisingly calm, "Tomorrow, we will wake up early to get in a bit of training before the final round. I suggest you get some sleep."

"There's one thing I want to tell you, Robert." Johnny began, "I'm blading for Destiny in the finals tomorrow."

"You can't do that, Johnny!" Oliver told him, "Des worked hard to get us this far. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't even be in the finals!"

"Oh suck it up, Oli. I can do what I want. Can't I, Robert?"

"It's settled then." Robert agreed, much to my dismay, "Johnny, you are blading in the finals."

"What about Des?" Enrique asked.

"She goes back to what she was before. An unknown, good-for-nothing, puppet blader." he replied, harshly.

I nodded, "So that's what you really think about me, hmm, Robert?" I shot back, sadly.

"Right from the start, exactly what I think."

&sniffle& Solitary Flame is nearing its end... Sorry it took so long to post! I've been waiting for Jacquie's letter that came in the email today. I just wanted to see what she thought about this preview I gave her of chapter 18. Well I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter; sorry again for such a long wait!