Walking Away

[Mystel]

((I’m really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really…))



“Yeah, today I am,” Brooklyn muttered, causing a pang of guilt in Mystel’s heart. Everybody was so judgmental of Brooklyn, classing him as some kind of freak of nature. How could they do that? Brooklyn wasn’t some freak; he was unique and special. Anyone, including Mystel, would be more that fortunate to have someone as Brookie to hold, to love.

The peculiar thought interrupted his tranquility, and an alarmed face almost crossed his tanned, flawless features. What was he thinking? He didn’t like the red head, did he? That wouldn’t be good. He didn’t! He couldn’t! Besides, even if he did - which he didn’t – Brooklyn would never feel the same. Brooklyn wasn’t gay anyways. He’s probably homophobic.

“Okay...sorry Brooklyn, but...your voice...it sounded...different. Sorry,” Amaya said with obvious confusion laced in her voice. She was right, and Mystel knew it. His voice did sound different; bitter almost. Mystel supposed Brooklyn knew what people thought of him too. The poor boy. To be put down like that so carelessly by those who were meant to be his friends. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair. Did Brooklyn even care?

“Well Brooklyn, I think your voice sounds innocent all of the time. I mean, any girl would be crazy not to like you,” Mystel said warmly, offered his red head friend a supportive and welcoming smile.



((…really, really, really, really, really sorry. >< This reply was short and sucked real bad. And I’ve been away for a long time. Please forgive. Pwease…))

[Brooklyn]

“Okay...sorry Brooklyn, but...your voice...it sounded...different. Sorry,”

Brooklyn gave a small smirk, nothing spectacular, just a forced, bitter smirk.

"Yes, it did, didn't it?" He said cryptically. He was glowering with unshed anger. Anger that had built up over the years, anger that was caused by taunts and rejection, this anger wasn't about to leave anytime soon. It bubbled and spat angrily inside of him, swelling up with fervor.

What had triggered this sudden spurt of fury?

Who knew, but it was dangerously close to exploding.

“Well Brooklyn, I think your voice sounds innocent all of the time. I mean, any girl would be crazy not to like you.”

Calmness. All the pent up emotion was gone, all that was left was a sea of haziness. One line had calmed, but yet confused him. His mouth formed the shape of a small 'o'. For a second we was frozen, but he hastily turned away from him to hide a blush that he felt approaching.

"I could say the same about you." He replied, still facing away from him.

Brooklyn's hands had now found the hem of his white tunic and he fingered the golden rim of the shirt.

Mystel wasn't that bad. Maybe... he was worth trusting?

||OoC|| Don't blame me! I always figured Brooklyn to be the melodramatic type. ;D ||OoC||

[Amaya Song]

Amaya smiled warmly and said, "What's the name of your bitbeast?"

[Mystel]

((Heh^^. Well Brookie, I figured him to be the melodramatic type too. So no sweat girl ;D))



Mystel had sensed the anger surging through the redhead. The rage was so sudden, it had surfaced without any warning. What had caused such anger? Such fury shouldn’t have been left confined inside of him for such a long time. Had all that pent up anger come from all the torment he suffered as a child? How sad.

But then, it had disappeared just as quickly, replaced by a calm, impassive face. Mystel’s words had changed the red heads emotions from one of darkness and hate, to one of calmness and slight confusion. In all honesty, Mystel was confused too. Why had Brooklyn reacted differently when he had spoke. Why has Brooklyn always acted different around him?

Mystel was utterly confused, and a wave of awkwardness surged inside. What was this light feeling in his stomach?

Then Brooklyn turned away. Was he ashamed of what Mystel had just said? Why had he turned away so quickly?

Mystel gazed at the red head teen with mystification, and although he wasn’t paying much attention, he could have sworn he had seen a small tinge of pink cross Brookie’s cheeks. Was he…embarrassed?

“I could say the same about you,” Brooklyn replied, his voice betraying nothing of his emotions, his face still turned away. Mystel noted how fidgety Brooklyn was acting. Suspicion surfaced into his warm cerulean eyes. This was really strange.

What was wrong with Brooklyn? He was acting so weird… Was something wrong? Did Brooklyn not trust him?

Amaya smiled warmly, her bright green eyes shining brightly. “What’s the name of your bitbeast?” she asked happy, obviously unaware of Brooklyn’s past. It was probably better that way.

Mystel laughed merrily, grinning contently at Amaya and at Brookie. “Who’s? Mine or Brooklyn’s?” he asked, smiling that warm smile again. The ladies always fell for that one. And so did many guys…



((Well…I really don’t know what to say about this…just…yeah. Oh well! ;D))

[Brooklyn]

||OoC|| Don't say anything... The reply was awesome! ||OoC||

“What’s the name of your bitbeast?” Amaya asked, her green eyes showing that she was completely clueless as to who Brooklyn really was. If she did... She wouldn't be trying to make conversation. Thats why Brooklyn kind of pushed her away at first. If you push people away, before they push you, you can't get hurt.

Brooklyn looked over at Amaya.

Why did she want to know? Was she intending to steal Zeus? He had heard that it had been done before. as much as the bit beast caused Brooklyn trouble, he would never want to lose it. Zeus was like him, misunderstood. The bit beast was a portrayal of Brooklyn. Wild, untamed, unpredictable. ||OoC|| Well... He is!||OoC||

Zeus was... unloved.

Not that Brooklyn wanted to be... No! Of course not.

Amaya could not have Zeus.

Brooklyn scolded himself mentally, what was he thinking? She was just trying to make conversation. Not everyone was out to get him.

God, he was paranoid.

Mystel laughed cheerily. Brooklyn turned back round. Why was he laughing? Why make the effort to laugh whe he could just answer? It's wasn't that he didn't like Mystellike that, far from it, he found it very allu- No! No! He was NOT going to think that!

He thought it was an... admirable quality.

“Who’s? Mine or Brooklyn’s?” The tanned blonde asked with a warm smile. It was rather infective, it kind of made him... tingle.

“Well,” Brooklyn said with a small smile. “Mine is called Zeus.”

Mystel's cheeriness must have got to Brooklyn's head.

[Mystel]

((Well, I got off my lazy butt. You should be very proud of me ;D))



“What’s the name of your bitbeast?”

Brooklyn seemed to be in deep thought, which didn’t astound Mystel much, but it did make him slightly curious. He always wondered; what was it like inside the brilliant mind of Brooklyn’s? What thoughts ran through his head?

Mystel laughed cheerfully, staring kindly into the emerald eyes of Amaya. “Who’s? Mine or Brooklyn’s?” He offered a warm smile, the same kind that got the girls going crazy.

Brooklyn’s serious thoughts ceased and a small space of nothing crossed his handsome features. Had Brooklyn drawn a blank? What was he thinking now? A small smile creped on to his cherry lips, making Mystel grin with delight.

“Well. Mine is called Zeus.” Not only was Mystel thoroughly confused, he was utterly shocked. Such information was never passed around by Brooklyn. The red head always seemed so…paranoid about things. Never had Mystel heard Brooklyn give out information like that willingly, and not with a smile on his face.

This brought some weird feeling at the pit of Mystel’s stomach, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he should be content about Brooklyn’s sudden change of heart, or concerned. It was unlike him.

Shaking his head, Mystel grinned blissfully, deciding it was his turn to answer the question. “Well, my bitbeast it called King Neptune.”

He glanced into the aqua orbs of the red head, his curiosity seeking domination of his senses. He wanted to know what Brooklyn was thinking, just this once. And he hoped, that this time, Brooklyn would let his see a glimpse. Just a glimpse to keep him satisfied.

“Hm…”




((Well…that was interesting… Hope you’re happy Brookie, I replied before you went on holidays. Have fun! ;D))

[rouge]

Rouge walked over to her blade and picked it up, she had been practicing for nerly an hour with Phantom, she looked up and saw three teens in a medow she walked closer to get a better look, she reconized the brunnette from her tent but the other to were unformilair to her, she shrugged "I wonder what they're talking about?" she thought as she walked over to them "should I let myself be seen, or just listen?" she whispered as she hid behind a rock, "I'll just go say hi and leave, what's the worst that could happen?" she whispered as she walked over to them "but will they accept me?" she whispered as she reached them.

[aqua]

Tanya looked as another girl entered the meadow. She catched her blade and walked out from behind the rock, her white hair tied back as usual and the turquoise band covering her eyes. It was time to follow Boris's plan. She would become friend with the most well known bladers, then fix a little with their blades. BladeBreakers, Blitzkrieg Boys, White Tigers, All Starz, Majestics, even BEGA. Yes, Boris saw BEGA as enemies now. "Hello" she said.

[rouge]

Rouge looked up from her blade as she saw another girl walking towards them, she raised an eyebrow in question "who are you?" she asked trying her best not to sound to rude as she studied the girl before her

[aqua]

"Tanya" the white haired girl said.

[rouge]

She was odd looking she had white hair tied back and a turquoiese band covering her eyes, Rouge looked at her once she didn't answer her question "well?" she asked impatenitly as she studied the girls blade "who is this strange girl?" she thought

[aqua]

"I told you, my name is Tanya" Tanya said

[rouge]

"hm Tanya huh?" Rouge stated she gestured towards her blade "nice blade" she said "the name's Rouge, nice to meet you" she said as she extened her hand

[aqua]

Tanya looked down at Rogues extended hand. Se then turned away from Rogue and turned to face Brooklyn and Mystel. She put her blade at the launcher and pointed it at them. "I want to challenge you" she said coldly

[rouge]

Rouge glared at Tanya a little and put her hand back to her side "rude much" she mummbled before walking over to Tanya, Brooklyn and Mystel "hi, I'm Rouge" she said