Blitzkreig50889: Hey, ya'll, I'm back!
Kai: noticeably.
Blitzkreig50889: -.- anyway, before Kai jumped in, I was going to tell you all about the new fic I'm getting ready to release.
Kai: why do I have the feeling I'm not going to like this fic much?
Blitzkreig50889: Shut it Kai! Anyway, I've brought a new fic with me. I'll leave it to the readers of course to find out who the characters are for this fic. I think you'll probably all be surprised since there's no OCS in this fic after the prologue.
Kai: oh boy.
Blitzkreig50889: Kai…
Kai: fine I'll be quiet.
Blitzkreig50889: thank you. Anyway, all I'm going to say is if you like the color red and fire, you're going to love this fic.
Kai: and that in turn means I have to the disclaimer, doesn't it?
Blitzkreig50889: nope!
Kai: huh?!
Blitzkreig50889: Mariah is going to do the disclaimer.
Mariah: (pops into room) did somebody ask for a disclaimer?
Kai: yeah, blitzkreig50889 did so do you mind getting on with it already?
Mariah: (shrugs) sure. Blitzkreig50889 does not own beyblade of course. All she owns is her OCS, which after the prologue you won't hear anything out of, and the plot ideas she comes up with.
Blitzkreig50889: with that said then, let's get onto the fic!
Summer Blaze
Prologue
Stanley Dickinson, aka Mr. Dickinson or chairman of the BBA by his friends and the beybladers of the city, looked out his window. In just a few days, he was going to make the announcement of a lifetime. But first, he had to get all of the beyblading teams around the world present. After all, it was the first time any of them were going to be working with any beyblader that wasn't on their own team.
Grinning with excitement, he turned back to the pictures of all of the beyblading teams he wanted to hear the announcement. They were going to be so shocked and probably angry with him at first, but he figured it was worth it. After all, with the three person teams he was planning to put together, he was pretty sure this summer's small beyblading tournament was going to be absolutely incredible.
Deciding it was either now or never, Stanley glanced around for the book of phone numbers and grimaced when it wasn't where he had put it last. He couldn't call the necessary teams and tell them to come to Japan if he didn't have their phone numbers.
Letting out a small sigh of annoyance at the delay, he began to look around for the necessary phone numbers and the book they were in.
(New York City, New York)
"Max, there's someone on the phone for you!"
Max, who had been half dozing through his summer homework, jerked awake. He didn't have a clue in the world as to why he had decided to take honors classes the following fall, but he had.
"Max!"
"What mom?" Max yelled back as he realized his mother had been repeatedly yelling for him for the past two minutes.
"There's someone on the phone for you."
Max blinked. Who could possibly be calling him? Tyson didn't even know what a phone was so it couldn't be him. Kai wouldn't call because that was just how Kai was. And there was no way Ray could call since his native village didn't have phones or phone service. The only person Max could think of that would call him was Kenny, and even Kenny rarely picked up a phone unless he had absolutely no choice.
Worried that something was wrong with Kenny, Max hurried downstairs and took the phone from his mother's hand. She didn't look worried about anything. In fact, she was actually smiling!
Curious, Max spoke into the phone. "Hello?"
"Max?"
The voice was undeniably Kenny's, but Kenny didn't sound the least bit worried about anything; he sounded excited.
"Kenny? Is something wrong?" Max queried.
"No! Not in the slightest. I was just calling to see if Mr. Dickenson had called you yet or not."
"No, he hasn't called," Max answered back slightly confused. "Why?"
"Well, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone yet, but I just couldn't hold it back. Mr. Dickenson wants all of the members of the Bladebreakers, Blitzkrieg Boys, Majestics, White Tigers, All Stars, F-Dynasty, and the Flaming Hearts to meet up in Japan in a week. He wants to talk to everyone about this year's summer tournament.
"Summer tournament?" Max murmured. "Doesn't that occur in August?"
"Yeah, it does, but I think there's a twist this year to it."
Max let out a silent sigh. He already knew that Kenny knew exactly what was going to happen. "Do you mind sharing the 'twist' in this tournament with me?"
Kenny let out a small laugh. "Sorry, Max, but I was just calling to make sure you would show up. And to tell you part of the news of course."
Max smiled. "Of course I'll be there! I'd never miss a chance to blade with the rest of the teams."
"Good. So, see you around in a week?"
Max smiled again. Kenny was obviously feeling a little worn down and in desperate need of someone he could talk to that wouldn't look at him as if he were eternally crazy. "Yeah, see you in a week, Chief."
(Rome, Italy)
Enrique let out a frustrated growl. It was just his dumb luck he'd gotten caught sneaking out of the house to avoid his summer lessons. As far as he was concerned, the lessons were just a waste of time; and rather boring.
A sudden ringing of the phone caused the tutor his parents had hired to stop talking. Enrique shook his head to clear it before glancing over at the tutor. Between him, the tutor, and the staff that kept the mansion clean, no one else was home. When the phone rang a second time, Enrique cursed under his breath and got out of his chair with a wince. He'd been sitting for so long his joints had gone stiff!
Moving stiffly to the phone in the next room, Enrique hoped it was someone he could just hang up on. Although, if it were one of his teammates, that would make things even better. They'd at least be able to get him out of his lousy summer lessons.
"Hello? Giancarlo residence. How may I help you?" Enrique grumbled into the phone.
"What kind of reception is that?" A voice demanded from the other end. Enrique's eyes lit up. Never in his life had he ever heard something like that out of his Scottish teammate's mouth.
"The kind of reception I give every one of my teammates if I don't like them and happen to be having a bad day. But I guess I'll make an exception. What's up?"
A sigh on the other end caused Enrique to grin. Johnny hated talking on phones almost as much as he did; possibly more. "Did Dickenson call you at all?"
Enrique blinked. "Why would he call me? We're not exactly buddy-buddy if you get my point."
"That's not the answer I wanted!" Johnny snapped. Enrique winced. Obviously Johnny wasn't having too good a day either judging the fact his voice had risen to an ear-splitting bellow.
"Sorry, there's no need to snap out at me. No, he hasn't called and you need to tell me why he would call here in the first place."
"Because he has something to tell you…oh, never mind, I'll just let him tell you everything. You'll only end up confused if I tell you." With that, Johnny hung up. Enrique simply glared at the phone and hoped his glare was vicious enough that Johnny could feel it all the way in Scotland.
Sighing, he walked back into the study where he'd been going through his summer lessons, only to stop as he heard the phone ring again. "Now who is it?" He snarled under his breath.
"What?!" He snapped into the phone. A soft laugh on the other side caused him to roll his eyes. Leave it to him to snap out at someone who didn't deserve it.
"What kind of hello was that? It almost sounded as if you'd been beaten with a stick and were furious at the person who did it," the voice teased.
"Samantha, what do you want?" He asked after a moment.
"You didn't say 'hello' yet."
He groaned. "You're going to make me say the entire proper hello for answering a phone aren't you?"
"Yep, so get talking."
Banging his head off of the nearby wall, he recited the entire proper version of a hello. Samantha's laughter when he finished made him bang his head off the wall a second time.
"That's better, and hello back to you, Enrique. Now, to get straight to the point since I'm sure you were so busy doing something of major importance before I called, did Mr. Dickenson call you yet?"
Fighting the urge to throw the phone or snap into the receiver, he answered, "No, not yet. And why would he call me anyway? It's not as if I've done something to get his attention."
"Wrong."
Enrique blinked. "What do you mean by that?"
"You're an exceptional blader, you have one of the most powerful bit beasts around, and you're invited to the small tournament that's being held this summer. I think that classifies as you having done something to get his attention."
Glancing into the room next door where the tutor was shooting him glares, nearly made him sigh. Well, if it got him away from this, then he'd do it no matter what the rules were for the tournament.
"Okay, sounds good to me. When is it?"
"When's what?" Samantha asked in confusion.
"The tournament!"
"Oh, that hasn't been released yet. All I know is that it's soon."
Enrique banged his head off the wall a third time. How the heck was he supposed to get away from this irritating tutor if he didn't have a date and time in which to get away?
A sudden knock on the outside door caused Enrique to jump and nearly drop the phone. "Samantha, I got to go. I'll talk to you later sometime."
"Okay, bye. Hope-"Enrique hung up the phone before Samantha could finish and ran for the door. The person on the other side of it once he opened it was the last person he'd ever expected to see on the other side of a door.
"Hiya, cousin!" Enrique teased. "What brought you all the way here to Rome, Italy?"
(Moscow, Russia)
"Tala! Help! Bryan's trying to kill me again!" Ian yelled in terror.
Tala let out a sigh. It was the seventh time today Ian had called for help in escaping an irritated Bryan.
As usual, Tala ignored the two arguing bladers and left Spencer separate them. He was still sitting in the chair at the table where he'd been since the early hours of the morning when the phone rang. The series of chirping noises Ian had programmed it to release forced Tala out of the chair as almost nothing else could do.
"Hello?" he queried into the phone. Whoever it was, he certainly hoped they didn't intend to talk too long.
"Hey, T. I've got some news for you."
Tala rolled his eyes as Kai tossed off a casual greeting. Since the last World Championships, both bladers had nearly been inseparable. Add to that the fact they were both becoming better at holding casual conversations and most of the world was prepared to have a heart attack.
"Well, what is it then?"
Kai chuckled at Tala's answer. "Gee, bad mood?"
"Kai," Tala growled. His growl only caused Kai to chuckle again.
"Alright, T, don't blow a fuse. I just wanted to let you know that the summer tournament is still on, that the Majestics, White Tigers, All Stars, F Dynasty, and of course the Bladebreakers will all be present. All anyone is waiting to know is if you and your teammates along with the Flaming Hearts are going to be present."
Tala scoffed. "As if we would miss a beyblade tournament of any sorts! Count us in!"
"Good. Now I need you to do me a favor."
"Do I even want to know why?"
"No, you don't. Just answer me about the favor crap, Tala."
Tala sighed. "Fine, what is it?"
"I need you to get to Rome, stat, or I may just end up a dead blader."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm using Enrique's phone and I've already succeeded in pissing him off and in pissing off almost everyone in the house."
Tala let out an exasperated sigh. "You just can't stop yourself can you?"
"Nope."
"Fine, I'll get there ASAP, Hiwatari, but I'd better not have to use CPR!"
Kai laughed as Tala hung up the phone. Hearing the yelling above him, Tala rushed up the stairs of the small apartment they were all shoved into and prepared to beat the crap out of his teammates.
Blitzkreig50889: okay, don't kill me. I know that wasn't exactly a good way to end the prologue, but it'll just have to do. So, like always… (Glances at Kai)
Kai: (mumbles) please remember to review and hope you enjoyed the chapter.