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Of the Eternal and The Undying
By British-Persian Pride
Chapter One
It has been a few months since the World Championships in Moscow, where the Bladebreakers proved themselves by winning and becoming the beyblading world champions. They went their separate ways; Max headed back to the United States to work with his mom and her team, the All Stars. Rei returned to China to be with his childhood friends, the White Tigers, while Tyson and Kenny went back to their homes in Japan. None of the group really knew where Kai had gone. All they knew is that he wanted to stay in Russia for a little longer.
Mr. Dickinson was standing at the beginning of the huge hall that was the international terminals of the Tokyo International Airport, waiting for his world champion team to arrive. He had talked to all but one of them and pleaded that they come to Japan to see about a blading opportunity the he had discovered. He had handled and paid for the transportation each of the four needed. Though he wasn't able to talk to Kai, he left a few messages at his family's Japanese estate and just hoped Kai had gotten his messages and was coming to their meeting.
In the midst of his hoping and praying, Mr. Dickinson saw the two-toned blue haired teen walk right past him. "Oh! Kai! Thank god, you got my messages!"
Kai stopped, noticing the old, yet incredibly enthusiastic, man. "What messages?"
Mr. Dickinson's joy was quickly replaced by confusion. "Why, the messages about meeting me and the rest of the team here."
"Hn. I never got them."
"Then why are you here?" Mr. Dickinson asked slowly.
"This is an airport, last time I checked. I'm here to pick someone up."
"Well," Mr. Dickinson said, "Could you meet with us after you find whoever you are here for? You are the team captain…"
Kai sighed, looking over his shoulder at the terminals. "All right, all right. Where?"
"Downstairs, at the restaurant Peppermill's. Just go down that escalator," he said pointing behind him, "and make a left."
Kai nodded quickly and turned, walking fast towards one of the far terminals.
The rest of the team filed in quite quickly after that. When all Rei, Max, Tyson, and Kenny had made it, Mr. Dickinson showed them downstairs to the restaurant.
"Mr. D, where's Kai? Shouldn't we wait for him?" Rei asked as they were led to a table.
"I saw him before you boys came. He went to go pick someone up; he said he'd come by."
'A bit too many flowers' was Kai's first impression of the small restaurant as he walked in with a taller teen of his own age. The restaurant was small and decorated with many different kinds of very realistic fake flowers, mirrored walls, and lights arranged perfectly to create the desired, and very interesting, effect.
The waitress wasted no time in escorting the two boys to the table where the rest of the Bladebreakers sat.
"Hey Kai! There you are!" Max chirped happily.
"Yay, the grouch is here," Tyson said, half-sarcastically.
"Who's your friend, Kai?" Rei asked, looking at the silver haired teen standing next to Kai. He had sharp, light, blue eyes and was wearing black cargo pants, a teal sleeveless shirt, and a black sleeveless jacket. He had blue triangles tattooed on both of his upper arms.
"The name's Dimitri," the boy said dryly, with a slight Russian accent.
"Well, it's a pleasure to finally meet one of Kai's friends!" Mr. Dickinson said.
"I didn't even know you had friends," Tyson said to Kai as the two sat down at the table.
Kai just rolled his eyes and Dimitri gave a small, sarcastic laugh while crossing his arms in front of him. "Why exactly are we here?" Kai asked Mr. Dickinson.
"Just a few weeks ago I got a letter inviting the Bladebreakers into a private beyblading tournament. We did some research on the tournament and the competitors are the best of the best as far as beyblading goes."
"Hah!" Tyson scoffed. "We already beat the best bladers at worlds, what's new?"
"Don't get over confidant, Tyson. Not only am I talking about the teams at the World Championships, but the others who are at that level, or even greater, and weren't given the chance to compete at the World Championships for one reason or another. Anyway, it is a private tournament and a few of our other old friends have been invited, too. Each beyblader, as far as we know, should, and probably will have a bitbeast. The preliminary rounds should be pretty easy to go through, only one round with one blader from the team. Our problem is the actual competition. You see, there are three rounds, two of which are pairs; the other is single, and you can't go twice in the same match. When you blade pairs, it means that there are two bladers against two opponent bladers; the two bladers work together to gain the win. This needs five bladers and we only have four since Kenny won't be blading. We need another blader and I haven't found one yet. Do you have anyone in mind?"
Tyson and Kenny both shook their heads.
"Nope, the White Tigers were invited as well," Rei answered.
"Hm.. Nope," Max said, "My mom was talking about a tournament, they might have been invited, too. How 'bout you Kai? Know anyone?"
Kai closed his eyes and asked something in Russian; Dimitri sighed and gave an answer.
"Here's how it's going to go," Kai sighed, opening his eyes. "Max and Tyson are the pair and Rei the single, or in whichever combination you think you'll do good in; Dimitri and I will be the second pair. Got it?" He didn't wait for answers. "The two of us have business to take care of. Training starts today at my place. 4:00. I'm sure Mr. Dickinson knows where it is." And with that, Kai and Dimitri left.
"So, that guy, Dimitri... he's gonna be blading with us?" Tyson asked, to make sure he heard everything correctly.
"Yeah, it figures that he is a blader, being a friend of Kai. I would be surprised if he wasn't," said Kenny.
"True," agreed Rei, "but Kai doing pairs? That's weird. Kai… well… he.."
"Doesn't seem to like working with other people," Max finished for him. Rei nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, well, you know what else is weird? Did you notice how Dimitri was acting and stuff?" Tyson said.
"What do you mean?" Mr. Dickinson asked.
"I think I know what Tyson's getting at here," Max answered. "Now that I think about it, the way Dimitri was standing, crossing his arms, and just looking at us was so much like Kai."
"But not like a copy of Kai, more like they both learned it and put their own touch to it," Tyson added, nodding enthusiastically.
"And the tattoos on his arms are like the ones Kai has on his face; the only difference is that they are on his arms and that they are longer," Rei said, acknowledging all the similarities between the two teens.
At 4:00, the Bladebreakers – minus Kai of course – were standing in front of the huge mansion that was the Hiwatari Japanese Estate. The butler took the gushing boys to the training room quickly, just as the young Hiwatari had requested. And, just as the young Hiwatari had expected, the rest of his team was absolutely speechless because of the sheer size of the house. Saying it was huge wasn't doing it justice – it was enormous. Or, at least, much bigger than they would've imagined a mansion could be.
Kai grew impatient with the rest of his team. "If want to fawn over my house do it somewhere else and please tell me that you'll be leaving so I can get a replacement." Kai and Dimitri both smirked as the four boys were jerked back into reality by Kai's words.
"Hey! You don't need to replace us!" Tyson objected angrily.
"Hn, well, I certainly hope your blading doesn't make me need to replace you. Who have you decided to be the pair?"
"We're gonna stay with the way you said it earlier – Tyson and Max as the pair and I'll be the single."
"Right then," Kai nodded and pointed to the dishes behind him. "Get started."
A./N. – well, that's yer first chapter. A bit longer than what I usually do… yeah well, it gets better – trust me
Set ups are usually pretty boring, but there is going to be a lot more to this story
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