Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. (And I don't know who does either.)
It was seven o'clock sharp, Friday evening. The last rays of sunlight spilt across the little town, lingering still on the rippling river and green grass blades. A boy with dark blue hair was running down the street at top speed, behind him was another boy with messy brown hair and a pair of large glasses, holding in his arms a small laptop computer.
The brown haired boy halted and stood panting. He shouted to his companion, "Tyson! Can't you just slow down?"
The boy named Tyson stopped and replied impatiently, "Come on, Chief! We don't want to be late!"
Kenny, or Chief among his friends, rolled his eyes and said, "How come you don't get that energy when you are going to school?"
Tyson grinned, "I just want to meet up with Max and Ray. It has been a while since I had a good beyblade match."
The two of them marched on and reached a sandy lot in the park. They saw Max standing there waiting for them, dressed in his usual green shirt and orange trousers. He waved and shouted, "Hey, Tyson! Chief! Over here!"
They ran toward him. Tyson clapped him on the back and said, "Good to see ya, Max! Is Ray here yet?"
Max shook his head and answered, "No, not yet." Their good friend and teammate Ray came to Japan last year. He was an exchange student, and he goes to a different school. But that doesn't stop them from getting together and have fun like the old times.
Just then Ray appeared and was walking towards them. His bag still on his back, and an enormous book was in his hand. He flashed them a smile, "Hey guys. Sorry I am a little late."
Kenny looked at him curiously, "What happened to you? And what was that brick sized book for?"
Ray replied, "I have been busy lately, preparing for a tournament."
Tyson threw him an incredulous glance and yelled, "A tournament? You are going to a tournament without us? How could you, Ray!"
Ray blinked, then he laughed and answered, "Not, it's not that! I am not going to a beyblade tournament. It's the provincial math tournament. See?" He threw the large book down, and its title was "Linear Algebra and Calculus". Tyson shouted a "No way", and Max laughed and muttered, "That is scary."
Ray laid down his bag and pulled out his beyblade. He turned to his friends and said, "Well, I had enough math for the day. Anyone want a battle?"
Tyson pulled out his own blade and grinned widely, "You are on!"
Kenny said hurriedly, "Not yet! We should have some drills first. I can ask Dizzi to look at your data and see where we can improve."
Tyson shrugged, "Sure. Maybe I can do a launch and Dizzi can take a look at my spin rate and speed." With that he loaded his beyblade onto the launcher and pulled the ripcord. His greyish white blade broke out and sailed smoothly atop of the sand, gaining speed and distance as it went.
Kenny has opened up his laptop. Dizzi, the bit-beast that is trapped in the computer beeped in greeting. "Looking good, Tyson!" The bit-beast shouted, "Very smooth. Top spin rate. But you could use more speed."
"Coming right up, Dizzi!" He shouted, "Now Dragoon, faster!" The blade gave a faint blue glow as it sped up even more. It circled a few times then went further away. Suddenly a black beyblade flew out of nowhere and hit Tyson's blade with full force. The grey blade skirted back across the sand.
"Hey! What is going on!" Tyson looked around, bewildered. Before he could order Dragoon to counter attack, the black blade flew back to its owner's hand.
To the boys' amazement, a girl about their age was standing before them. She has long black hair and golden eyes that were sharp and shrewd. She wore a white T-shirt and a pair of faded denim shorts, despite the still chilly evening. There she stood, her beyblade in hand, and a look of mild annoyance upon her face.
"Will you boys take your beyblading elsewhere, please? I spent a whole three hours doing those diagrams and calculation, and that blade of yours erased half of it!" She sounded almost mournful.
Tyson looked down. The sandy floor beneath his feet was covered with complicated looking diagrams and graphs and chunks of huge equations. His Dragoon had cut many lines through the drawings and writings.
"Oops. Sorry, I didn't see them." Tyson stuck his tongue out in mock embarrassment and apologized.
The girl sighed and said, "You know, I have been struggling with this crazy problem forever. The fact that you erased half of my solutions is not helping my mood."
The boys all laughed, but Tyson's laugh is more or less a little nervous. Ray said good-naturedly, "How about drop the problem for a while and play a game of beyblade with us? It always help me when I am stuck with a problem."
The girl smiled and answered, "Sure. Who want to battle here?"
I will play!" Tyson replied eagerly, "Too bad there is no dish for us to use."
"Flat ground will have to do then." The girl shrugged, "Best two out of three?"
"Sure." Tyson replied as he set his beyblade onto the launcher. He pulled the ripcord and his blade soared from the launcher. The black blade sailed as well. It was very fast and angled in a peculiar position. It proved useful. For it landed later than Tyson's grey Dragoon blade and smashed full force into it.
"Ouch! That gotta hurt!" Max winced beside his friend. Ray's eyes narrowed. Kenny, as usual, was busy typing away. Dizzi was commenting in her wry fashion again, "Tyson, isn't that a particularly smooth launch? To bad you got nailed in the first move!"
The black blade was small, but it was agile and fast. Tyson started to get dizzy from watching it zoom around, and his own blade hasn't even moved yet. The girl smiled. Suddenly the black blade tilted itself and moved into the grey blade. It smashed into Tyson's blade and the tilted edge flipped the larger blade around. The grey blade flew right up and landed a few metres away, wobbling and finally stop spinning.
Tyson's mouth dropped open, "Wow! How did you do that!"
The black-haired girl grinned, " Ready for round two?"
Tyson picked up his blade and loaded it again with a determined expression on his face. "Ready when you are." He said calmly.
The two blades sailed again and landed simultaneously this time. Tyson didn't waste time to call upon his bit-beast.
"Dragoon! Storm Attack!" The grey blade glowed blue and began to circle the other blade. It traveled faster and faster, when finally it was so fast that no eyes could see it clearly. Air stirred and bellowed its wrath. A single column of tornado formed, wrapping around the black blade. The smaller blade did not last long. It flew into the sky and fell beside its owner's feet.
It was the girl's turn to stare wide eyed. "How did that happen?" She exclaimed, "That's impossible! You need to reach a great velocity to create such a tornado!"
Tyson laughed, "Of course, you must give the world champ a little credit!"
The girl looked at him, "You are the world champion?"
"Yep!" Tyson replied enthusiastically, "We", He gestured toward his friend, "are the Blade Breakers! Want to go round three now?"
The girl smiled and shook her head, "Nah. You win. I have never seen anything like your storm attack, and I can't possibly win against that! I am sure you still have more tricks up your sleeves. I don't stand a chance!"
Tyson grinned; he had a hard time feigning modesty. " That was nothing." He said casually.
The girl smiled and raised her hand, "We forgot to introduce ourselves, you know? My name is Shea Willington. What's yours?"
Tyson shook her hand, " My name is Tyson, that's Ray and Max. The one with the annoying, talking laptop would be Kenny, but we call him Chief."
A sarcastic female voice beeped, "What about the computer, big mouth?"
Tyson scrunched up his face, "Yeah and there is Dizzi, the know-it-all that's stuck in a computer."
Shea laughed, "Well, you people are a interesting bunch! It's nice meeting you. I have to go now, its getting dark."
Max stood up, "We have to go as well."
The boys followed him. Tyson and Kenny waved good-bye and started to walk home. Ray, who has been half watching the battle and half reading the diagrams on the ground, raised his head and smiled at the girl.
He said in a almost teasing fashion, "You know, Shea, the reason you are getting infinite for answer is this," He pointed to a number in one of the chunk of equations, "It's the absolute value of X you are suppose to take here."
Shea stared at the equations for a good long minute before finally giving an exasperated sigh. She erased the answer and wrote down another one with a stick.
"So it was 17.5 all along!" She mused out loud and turned to Ray, "Thanks for the help. I think I am losing my touch."
Ray smiled, "No problem at all. I have to go now. It has been nice meeting you." He picked up his bag.
She waved a "Good-bye" and was gone. The moon had just climbed to the top of the trees.
It was seven o'clock sharp, Friday evening. The last rays of sunlight spilt across the little town, lingering still on the rippling river and green grass blades. A boy with dark blue hair was running down the street at top speed, behind him was another boy with messy brown hair and a pair of large glasses, holding in his arms a small laptop computer.
The brown haired boy halted and stood panting. He shouted to his companion, "Tyson! Can't you just slow down?"
The boy named Tyson stopped and replied impatiently, "Come on, Chief! We don't want to be late!"
Kenny, or Chief among his friends, rolled his eyes and said, "How come you don't get that energy when you are going to school?"
Tyson grinned, "I just want to meet up with Max and Ray. It has been a while since I had a good beyblade match."
The two of them marched on and reached a sandy lot in the park. They saw Max standing there waiting for them, dressed in his usual green shirt and orange trousers. He waved and shouted, "Hey, Tyson! Chief! Over here!"
They ran toward him. Tyson clapped him on the back and said, "Good to see ya, Max! Is Ray here yet?"
Max shook his head and answered, "No, not yet." Their good friend and teammate Ray came to Japan last year. He was an exchange student, and he goes to a different school. But that doesn't stop them from getting together and have fun like the old times.
Just then Ray appeared and was walking towards them. His bag still on his back, and an enormous book was in his hand. He flashed them a smile, "Hey guys. Sorry I am a little late."
Kenny looked at him curiously, "What happened to you? And what was that brick sized book for?"
Ray replied, "I have been busy lately, preparing for a tournament."
Tyson threw him an incredulous glance and yelled, "A tournament? You are going to a tournament without us? How could you, Ray!"
Ray blinked, then he laughed and answered, "Not, it's not that! I am not going to a beyblade tournament. It's the provincial math tournament. See?" He threw the large book down, and its title was "Linear Algebra and Calculus". Tyson shouted a "No way", and Max laughed and muttered, "That is scary."
Ray laid down his bag and pulled out his beyblade. He turned to his friends and said, "Well, I had enough math for the day. Anyone want a battle?"
Tyson pulled out his own blade and grinned widely, "You are on!"
Kenny said hurriedly, "Not yet! We should have some drills first. I can ask Dizzi to look at your data and see where we can improve."
Tyson shrugged, "Sure. Maybe I can do a launch and Dizzi can take a look at my spin rate and speed." With that he loaded his beyblade onto the launcher and pulled the ripcord. His greyish white blade broke out and sailed smoothly atop of the sand, gaining speed and distance as it went.
Kenny has opened up his laptop. Dizzi, the bit-beast that is trapped in the computer beeped in greeting. "Looking good, Tyson!" The bit-beast shouted, "Very smooth. Top spin rate. But you could use more speed."
"Coming right up, Dizzi!" He shouted, "Now Dragoon, faster!" The blade gave a faint blue glow as it sped up even more. It circled a few times then went further away. Suddenly a black beyblade flew out of nowhere and hit Tyson's blade with full force. The grey blade skirted back across the sand.
"Hey! What is going on!" Tyson looked around, bewildered. Before he could order Dragoon to counter attack, the black blade flew back to its owner's hand.
To the boys' amazement, a girl about their age was standing before them. She has long black hair and golden eyes that were sharp and shrewd. She wore a white T-shirt and a pair of faded denim shorts, despite the still chilly evening. There she stood, her beyblade in hand, and a look of mild annoyance upon her face.
"Will you boys take your beyblading elsewhere, please? I spent a whole three hours doing those diagrams and calculation, and that blade of yours erased half of it!" She sounded almost mournful.
Tyson looked down. The sandy floor beneath his feet was covered with complicated looking diagrams and graphs and chunks of huge equations. His Dragoon had cut many lines through the drawings and writings.
"Oops. Sorry, I didn't see them." Tyson stuck his tongue out in mock embarrassment and apologized.
The girl sighed and said, "You know, I have been struggling with this crazy problem forever. The fact that you erased half of my solutions is not helping my mood."
The boys all laughed, but Tyson's laugh is more or less a little nervous. Ray said good-naturedly, "How about drop the problem for a while and play a game of beyblade with us? It always help me when I am stuck with a problem."
The girl smiled and answered, "Sure. Who want to battle here?"
I will play!" Tyson replied eagerly, "Too bad there is no dish for us to use."
"Flat ground will have to do then." The girl shrugged, "Best two out of three?"
"Sure." Tyson replied as he set his beyblade onto the launcher. He pulled the ripcord and his blade soared from the launcher. The black blade sailed as well. It was very fast and angled in a peculiar position. It proved useful. For it landed later than Tyson's grey Dragoon blade and smashed full force into it.
"Ouch! That gotta hurt!" Max winced beside his friend. Ray's eyes narrowed. Kenny, as usual, was busy typing away. Dizzi was commenting in her wry fashion again, "Tyson, isn't that a particularly smooth launch? To bad you got nailed in the first move!"
The black blade was small, but it was agile and fast. Tyson started to get dizzy from watching it zoom around, and his own blade hasn't even moved yet. The girl smiled. Suddenly the black blade tilted itself and moved into the grey blade. It smashed into Tyson's blade and the tilted edge flipped the larger blade around. The grey blade flew right up and landed a few metres away, wobbling and finally stop spinning.
Tyson's mouth dropped open, "Wow! How did you do that!"
The black-haired girl grinned, " Ready for round two?"
Tyson picked up his blade and loaded it again with a determined expression on his face. "Ready when you are." He said calmly.
The two blades sailed again and landed simultaneously this time. Tyson didn't waste time to call upon his bit-beast.
"Dragoon! Storm Attack!" The grey blade glowed blue and began to circle the other blade. It traveled faster and faster, when finally it was so fast that no eyes could see it clearly. Air stirred and bellowed its wrath. A single column of tornado formed, wrapping around the black blade. The smaller blade did not last long. It flew into the sky and fell beside its owner's feet.
It was the girl's turn to stare wide eyed. "How did that happen?" She exclaimed, "That's impossible! You need to reach a great velocity to create such a tornado!"
Tyson laughed, "Of course, you must give the world champ a little credit!"
The girl looked at him, "You are the world champion?"
"Yep!" Tyson replied enthusiastically, "We", He gestured toward his friend, "are the Blade Breakers! Want to go round three now?"
The girl smiled and shook her head, "Nah. You win. I have never seen anything like your storm attack, and I can't possibly win against that! I am sure you still have more tricks up your sleeves. I don't stand a chance!"
Tyson grinned; he had a hard time feigning modesty. " That was nothing." He said casually.
The girl smiled and raised her hand, "We forgot to introduce ourselves, you know? My name is Shea Willington. What's yours?"
Tyson shook her hand, " My name is Tyson, that's Ray and Max. The one with the annoying, talking laptop would be Kenny, but we call him Chief."
A sarcastic female voice beeped, "What about the computer, big mouth?"
Tyson scrunched up his face, "Yeah and there is Dizzi, the know-it-all that's stuck in a computer."
Shea laughed, "Well, you people are a interesting bunch! It's nice meeting you. I have to go now, its getting dark."
Max stood up, "We have to go as well."
The boys followed him. Tyson and Kenny waved good-bye and started to walk home. Ray, who has been half watching the battle and half reading the diagrams on the ground, raised his head and smiled at the girl.
He said in a almost teasing fashion, "You know, Shea, the reason you are getting infinite for answer is this," He pointed to a number in one of the chunk of equations, "It's the absolute value of X you are suppose to take here."
Shea stared at the equations for a good long minute before finally giving an exasperated sigh. She erased the answer and wrote down another one with a stick.
"So it was 17.5 all along!" She mused out loud and turned to Ray, "Thanks for the help. I think I am losing my touch."
Ray smiled, "No problem at all. I have to go now. It has been nice meeting you." He picked up his bag.
She waved a "Good-bye" and was gone. The moon had just climbed to the top of the trees.