.Poor Men Summon Demons.

Featuring:
Tyson, Kai, Spencer, Bryan, Tala and Ian.

His face paled at the sight of his bank account that glowed on his phone. His loan for his new car was due out soon in a few days and Tala gulped at the thought of not having the funds to pay towards it.

However, the sound of the front door caught Tala's attention. He peeked out of the kitchen and then caught a glimpse of Kai dropping his luggage down onto the corridor ground. The Russian looked tired and slightly jet lagged, but that didn't mean that Kai wasn't in a bad mood.

Hmmm.

The Blitzkrieg leader stepped back into the kitchen and picked up his cup of tea to blend in with the scene. He acted as if he didn't even notice that Kai had arrived yet, so when the Hiwatari did appear on the scene, it was casual.

"Back so soon?" Mocked Tala. He sipped his tea and then strategically studied Kai's reaction. "Has the responsibility of being a team captain caved in on you?"

After invading the fridge to help himself to Spencer's fruit juice, the Dranzer wielder shot Tala a blunt stare. "You look like you've just been rejected. What do you want?" He fired back without a hint of mercy lingering in his tone.

A forced smile cracked onto Tala's mouth. He wanted to give the spoilt brat a piece of his mind, but Tala needed to kiss his ass for the sake of his bank account. The leader sipped his tea once again and then placed the cup onto the kitchen counter.

"As much as it pains me to say it, but I need to borrow some money from you Kai." Confessed Tala, "I need to pay my car loan."

For a brief moment, an awkward silence brewed between the two men. Tala was on the verge of curling up into a ball, yet Kai just arrogantly prepared himself a glass of apple juice. He acted like he didn't even acknowledge the question.

"Well!?" Tala's pride ran out of patients. "Will you borrow me it or not?!"

"No." Kai answered without hesitation, "I have my own bills to pay for."

Tala's jaw flew towards the floor and his eyes followed Kai out of the room. "He's such a bitch." He groaned under his breath and then slapped his forehead.

'I am such an idiot for asking him! Perhaps Bryan will have some money stashed away somewhere.'~

With that thought fresh in his head, Tala acted quickly upon it. He rushed around the apartment to search for Bryan. He wasn't in his room, nor was he in the lounge, then that must mean that he is busy in one other place – the bathroom.

A hint of shame flooded through Tala's figure as he tapped his hand against the locked bathroom door. "Bryan, are you in there?" He interrogated with his eyes closed tightly.

"Maybe." A voice spoke from the otherside, "If you want the toilet, you might wanna come back in about 20 minutes."

"Urgh, I don't need the toilet Bryan." Huffed Tala with a shade of pink filling those pale cheeks, "I some money-"

"I can't believe you are asking me this right now." Bryan stated, "I don't have any. But I do have something hilarious to show you. I will forward it to you now on messenger. Have a look at it."

Tala's phone then vibrated in his rear end pocket. He pulled the gadget into his view and read the message: 'For a few hundred, scientists will pay you to sleep in a graveyard for a night.'

"Have you read it Tala?" The voice asked from in the bathroom, "Can you imagine how hilarious that would be if us lot went?"

The Valkov opened up the link and read it in more detail. "Pft. I bet."

With his passport in his hand, Tala gazed upon his boarding pass and sighed at the location he was flying too – Romania. This wasn't going to be a long flight, but it still wasn't something that Tala had wanted to do. After all, he just wanted to ensure that his car would remain in his name.

He dreaded the thought of the press gaining this information – Takao Aoki [God] knows what headlines the journalists would publicize.

'Valkov is penniless.'

'Skint like the wolf.'

'Wolborg for sale!'

The headlines would be savage but endless. However, as he made it through customs and waited in the lounge area for time to tick by, Tala couldn't stop staring at his mobile phone. He wanted his teammates to contact him, but his pride was too strong to beg them to tag along.

"HEY TALA!" A loud mouth from afar caught his attention. "Fancy seeing you here!"

He raised his ice blue eyes to see Tyson, Kai and his teammates approaching him. It was such a strange sight, especially as Tala couldn't help but think: 'This looks like a wonky heroic montage. Bryan looks stoned, but Kai appears smug.'

"What are you guys doing here?" Tala asked with his hand clenched onto his suitcase, "I wanted to do this on my own!"

A smirk filled Bryan's face and he stepped forward to look his captain square in the face. "We are coming with you – the scientists you contacted, got in touch with us and invited us all to tag along. Pft, did you really think we were going to miss the opportunity of watching you shit your pants? Tala, you don't do well with your own demons, never mind a few spooky cold breezes." He explained with his eyes glowing with excitement.

A stubborn groan cooed from Tala's throat. "If you must. But did you really have to invite Tyson and Kai?!" He barked. The red haired Russian peeked past his teammate to see the two Bladebreaker's arrogantly smirking.

"I need a few pennies too Tala." Tyson stuck up his thumb, "You're not the only one who is skint."

'How the fuck does a world champion become skint so quickly? He has so many sponsors, not to mention he gets a six digit contract for every season.' Tala thought to himself with a squint fixated on his face. 'Fuck him and fuck Kai too.'

"So we are going to Romania. I wonder if the scientists will let us explore the country before they dump us into that haunted cemetery." Spencer thought aloud, "You do know that where we are going is supposed to have Vlad the Impaler buried there, right?"

"Who?" Bryan shrugged carelessly, "Spencer, relax. Nobody will be impaling anyone on the night that we arrive."

"For goodness sake." Hissed Spencer with an eye roll. "Did any of you read over the brief before you agreed to take up this opportunity?"

"NOPE!" Everyone said in time.

"If anyone comes near us in the night. I will impale them with my gun-"

"Shut up Ian." Tala snarled, "You'll be the first one to scream if anything comes near our tent in the night."

"Okay, before you guys head into the graveyard to perform you must be blessed by some Christian Priest's." The lead scientist explained as he placed his hand onto the robed gentlemens back. "As scientists, we also want to see if religion and witchcraft are related in one way or another."

"Perform, eh?" Bryan giggled under his breath, "It almost sounds like they are filming a pornographic film-"

"Shut up." Tyson snapped, "I really don't want to be filmed, do we have to?"

The scientist explained, "It's to help us collect evidence. I'm sorry Mr Granger, but we did explain that to you in the contract you signed."

The Valkov rolled his eyes and spun his figure around to briefly glance at his teammates. "They cannot be serious. He's going to pour some water on my pyjamas." He whinged under his breath.

Suddenly Tala regretted the idea of turning up to the investigation in just his bed wear. But in his mind, he just came here to perform a few rituals, go to sleep and then fuck off back home. It was a normal evening for the Blitzkrieg Boys in his view – unpredictable shit and then head off to bed.

Bryan's eyes welled up with tears of amusement, "I wonder who's gonna burn first." He then took a deep breath to swallow his laughter because he didn't want to miss a single comment or small gesture.

"I know this might sound disrespectful. But I'm not having that sprayed on me, it's against my beliefs." The champion raised his hands to brush off the opportunity, "I'm willing to head to the tent without your 'God's' protection, thanks."

Spencer respectfully nodded to Tyson, he studied the rival as picked up his gear and then stepped away from queue that had now formed in front of the Priest.

"You have to tilt your hat at the Granger for that brave move. I now deem him to be the bait for the devil, incase he does show up." Spencer sniggered, making the Hiwatari in front of him chuckle. "I hope you didn't value him too much on your team, Kai."

"He's more valuable than you at times Spencer." Kai stepped up first to be sprayed by the priest. "So yes, I will have to save his ass if he gets into trouble."

The priest bowed his head to the Hiwatari and he then performed the blessing ritual. But once the sacred water came into contact with Kai's figure, the most shocking sight happened. The water did not soak into his clothes, instead, it immediately transformed into steam and evaporated into thin air.

The remainder of the Blitzkrieg Boy's team just gaped at him.

"And there we have it. The devil himself." Bryan whispered to Spencer, "Lets sacrifice something pure before his armies in the graveyard rise up and kill us all."

"If that's the case, you're going to be at the top of the list-"

"Along with Brooklyn by any chance?" Bryan winked at Kai's gaped face, "Bless me next priest. I wanna see what happens to me."

Now that they were all blessed, the scientists then lead the bladers through the graveyard. It was silent and eary with the odd crow croaking in the distance. But nobody really took any notice of their spooky surroundings until they arrived at their accommodation – an oversized tent.

"There better not be a grave underneath our tent." A sweat drop formed in the corner of Kai's forehead. "This is so stupid."

"You will be staying here for the night. The cameras are already installed, so please make yourselves at home-"

"Er, excuse me. But where are the toilets?" Interrupted Spencer, "None of us are quite fond of using the open space to take a dump."

Bryan howled with laughter once again. He arched himself over and placed his hands onto his knees. "This trip is going to be absolutely amazing. I can feel it already." He muttered in-between his contagious laughs.

"I'm afraid that was explain in the contract too. I'm sorry Spencer. There are some woods nearby." The scientist then bowed his head, "I'll leave you all to get comfortable. Please don't hesitate to contact us with your walkie talkies if needs be."

"There better be some hazel trees nearby." Tyson swallowed hard, "Hiro taught me that they're the best leaves to use when nature calls."

Tala cupped his hands over his face, yet Spencer chuckled at Tyson's comment.

However, with that said, the scientist disappeared and left the boys to make themselves at home. They all did their own thing until the nightfall rolled around. By 1am, they were requested to perform their summoning.

"We need someone to take one for the team and sacrifice some of their blood-"

"I vote Tala." Bryan interrupted Spencer who was reading the spiritual book. "Only because I think virgin blood will benefit the ritual greatly."

A heavy sigh left Kai's throat and he lowered his head. He had the expression of 'here we go again' written all over his pale face.

"You're sick." The Valkov snapped at his best friend with a scowl, "Then again, I am surprised you don't want to share some of your STI fueled blood to the spirits that we are trying to contact. After all, isn't your phrase - 'sharing is caring.'"

"Phrase? It's my slogan to deal with everything in life." Bryan nudged Tala and then flashed Spencer a smirk, "Who's got a pen knife then?"

Shocked at the fearless team member, Spencer pulled on the chains attached to his trousers to reveal a keyring that had so many items dangling amongst it. "I have a pen knife, but I am only going to hand it over to you, if you promise to not get too excited about it again?" He spoke in a stern fatherly tone.

"What the hell-" Tyson didn't know where to put his face as he shuffled uncomfortably. "Why would you get excited about holding a penknife?"

"Because Bryan gets a little addicted to pain." Spencer replied to Tyson and then turned his attention over to Bryan, "I didn't hear you promise me."

"Fine. I promise. Now give me the knife already." Bryan's rotated the penknife and flicked the blade free from its case. "Okay, what do I do once I have slit my finger?"

"You're not slitting anything until you have at least sanitised the area first." The blond Russian then pulled out a small bottle of sanitizer from his fanny pack in his lap, he then rubbed some of the moisture onto his teammates hand. "Hold still."

"Oh man, he even has a first aid kit in there." Ian sniggered, he leaned over to get a closer look inside the crotch bag, "I can see why Tala keeps you around now. You even have pain killers."

Before Spencer could retaliate to the small fry of the group, their leader piped up.

Tala folded his arms and closed his eyes, "Spencer. What is the purpose of this ritual? I mean, I'm not about to sign myself up to become the Illuminati's new bitch, am I?"

"Not yet." Spencer soon forgot about Ian once Tala had distracted him. Instead he switched off all the torches in the tent to ensure the only light source in the tent was the candle. "Bryan is going to summon a demon."

That phrase then finally caught Kai's attention. He shot Bryan a level gaze and grinned deviously. "Is he now?" Secretly, the Hiwatari couldn't wait to see how this scenario was going to pan out. After all, the Blitzkrieg Boys had seen many demons in their lifetime, but just who was Bryan going to 'summon?'

Now that his finger had been cleaned, Bryan watched Spencer light a candle. Afterwards he placed it onto a satanic pentagram that was sitting at the centre of their circle.

Tyson was squirming uncomfortably, meanwhile Tala was refusing to open his eyes to witness this stupid act. In all honesty, Tala just couldn't wait to collect his dosh and then fuck off back home. He'd had enough of this stupid camping trip.

"Once you have cut your finger, you need to say the following: 'Oh, with this blood offering I summon the demon, Čert. I call to you rise from hell so mote it be!' You only say this phrase the once and then extinguish the candle with your blood." Spencer enthusiastically added a deep voice to encourage Bryan to go all out in the moment, "Make sure your speech is clear and don't hesitate."

"Is that all I have to do for a few quid?" Bryan leaned over the candle and then positioned the pen knife over his finger, "Ready?"

"Hurry up." Tala hissed, "I want to go to the nearby chip shop and get something to eat." He clearly is hangry.

Even though the comment was super inappropriate, Kai couldn't help but twist his lips with amusement at Tala's coldness. Bryan chuckled under his breath, meanwhile Tyson and Ian just burst out laughing.

"Guys, please be quiet. You're distracting Bryan. He's going to forget what he has to say in a minute-" Spencer had spoken too soon becauseBryan did just that. So again, Spencer reiterated the phrase. "Urgh, you have to say - Oh, with this blood offering I summon the demon, Čert. I call to you rise from hell so mote it be!' Now please, let's do this right."

"Yea, come on. I want some cod and chips too."

"I will do you." Tala barked at Tyson's daft comment. His eyes flung wide open to reveal a piercing glare, "Shut up and lets get this over with."

Nobody clearly gave any thought to the type of demon that they were about to summon. Čert is the most bad ass demon of all Satan's minions. In Ukraine, this demon was well known for being the most evil creature to ever exist in mythology.

'I can't believe that have allowed us to do this. Of all the people.' Kai thought to himself. 'The candle will probably burn out itself if these morons don't hurry up.'

"I love the licorice scent." Ian leaned in to take an inhale of the candle. "It reminds me of Spencer's sweets he eats at home, you know, the ones which Kai steals and then pigs out on in private."

Bored with hearing his teammates bitch at one another, Bryan sliced his thumb and then aimed his wound over the burning candle. He balled out the phrase in a thick tone and he squeezed his finger to spare a few drops of his blood to extinguish the black candle.

With the ritual performed successfully, everyone went into stand by stance. But after a minute or two of being in the silence and darkness, Tala finally let out a heavy sigh of disappointment. He reached out his right across the tent ground search for the flash light that Spencer had switched off.

Bryan licked his wound, meanwhile Tyson was shifting towards Kai for a hint of security. However, when Tyson came into contact with his captain, he awkwardly cleared his throat and edged away from Kai's toned arm.

"Sorry. I-" The words in Tyson's mouth froze when he noticed something peculiar about Kai's arm. He felt a little more tenser than usual, and his skin was as cold as ice. Naturally, Tyson voiced his concern, "Kai, are you cold?"

"Hum?" Was all Kai responded.

"Well, I just felt your arm and it was as cold as ice." Tyson's voice faded when a woft of bad breath brushed past his nose. He then balled, "Jeez man! Kai! What is with you!?"

Bryan, Ian and Spencer were now sniggering at this point.

"Tyson, you're not funny. I am wearing a hoodie." Kai explained with his heart beat picking up. "You didn't touch me-"

"Your breath is so bad that it could kill someone. Did you forget to brush your teeth?" The Granger felt his innocent eyes widen when he finally registered what Kai had said. "I didn't touch you? Then, who is sat, in between us?"

"Bryan, you're not funny." Snarled Kai. He reached out his hand to latch onto the figure sat between them."Piss off back over to Tala's side of the tent."

The raven haired Russian then shoved the figure across the tent and then rolled his eyes.

"Kai." Bryan's voice suddenly sounded concerned, "I haven't moved from the near the candle, and who is touching my foot!?"

"That's me." Tala slammed his fist against Bryan's shoe and smirked delightfully, "I am looking for the flash light."

"AH!" Winced Bryan in pain, "You're such a dickhead sometimes."

"Then who was it?!" Tyson squeaked with his body trembling, "Because it seriously isn't funny anymore."

"It wasn't any of us. We haven't moved!" Ian retorted. "Now shut up and keep your bad breath to yourself."

"Hang on. Kai-" Spencer's shaky tone immediately caught everyone's attention and the comical tension in the environment instantly died down. "I think you have just shoved the demon out the tent. I felt a cold and broad figure pass me."

Bryan then howled with laughter, but Kai's heart stopped for a brief moment.

"I did what?" Blinked the Hiwatari. He was still convinced that it was Bryan. "Pft. Prove it."

"Okay. I found the light." Tala switched on the gadget and then shed some light on the scene. "See, there's no demon in here. Your ritual did jack shit. So lets go get something to eat."

Even though there was nothing visibly spooky, Tyson still wasn't satisfied with the result. He then daringly peeked out of the tent to find just exactly what he'd been expected to see. A tall shadowed demon with ram horns sticking out his head – it was slithering through the graveyard and heading off into the distance.

'Wow, did Kai hurt him? Ha, I know how that feels. I mean, I have been bitch slapped by Kai a few times. Wait, a second, I can see this demon and I am taking this a bit too well for my own liking. Hm.' Tyson nodded in agreement to his own thought.

A split second later, he released a loud scream and prepared his launcher. "The fucking monster is leaving the graveyard! WHAT THE HELL!"

Bryan then stopped laughing and Tala slapped his forehead.

"Stop being stupid Tyson. Even if we did summon a mythical demon, that thing wouldn't get far with Bryan's blood." Mocked the Wolborg leader, "Now, what do we have to do now?"

Spencer shrugged, "Sleep in the graveyard. By the time we get up, we should be getting paid our money."

Once again, nobody was interested in the demon, not even Kai, and he'd touched the creature.

"Well, I am going out after it." Tyson rose up like the champion he was, "I'm going to stop it."

"Go on then. Watch one of the dead don't grab a hold of your ankle as you run across the graveyard." Bryan teased deviously, "They will drag you and that unrealistic thing into the ground. By the way, we aren't going out there after you."

"Too right." Spencer nodded, "I am not going outside in that setting. Weare due some hail soon."

"Urgh!" Tyson sulked, "I guess he's the Dark Bladers problem now, huh?"

He accepteddefeat; Tyson surrendered to the others and sat back down. "What now? Bed time?"

Bryan nodded, "I suppose so. I mean, we don't have to do anything else to do."

Three days after the incident~

The Blitzkrieg Boys and Tyson were sat in the apartment's lounge with an individual drink in their hand. They all appeared over tired from all the rushing around they'd done in the past few days, but they were all clearly pleased to back in a safe environment.

Tala gazed up from his mobile phone to see the news flash brightly on the television before them. "Turn it up Spencer." He ordered, keen to hear what is happening in their world.

'Breaking news, a legendary demonic bit-beast has been found dead in the woods nearby an ancient cemetery. Scientists and archaeologists are yet to discover the cause of this unexpected tragedy.'

"Well, you better get yourself checked out." Tala shrugged at the news station, "That beast caught something from your slutty ass and it died."

"The monster didn't even make it a mile away from the cemetery where we camped. He was either really weak, or your blood was heavily contaminated." Spencer wriggled his eyebrows, "I dread to think of which theory is true."

"That thing was a bit-beast!?" Bryan tossed his magazine and huffed impatiently, he sat up straight on the sofa. "Damn it. If I'd have known that, then I would have caught the thing in a Beyblade. I bet it would have taken down Boris' Black Dranzer."

"Is he for real?" Ian jumped when the magazine landed on his face. He snatched it and then slammed it into the teammate whom was sat beside him [Bryan]. "This isn't fucking Pokemon Bryan. We are Beyblade."

The blond Russian rolled his eyes, "So, it turns out that Tyson was telling the truth when he said that he'd seen the demon. Oh well." He picked up the remote and then changed the channel. "Let's see if we can find a program about painting and decorating to inspire us about doing up this shit hole."

Tala snorted, "You're on your own with that one."

A/N: Ten pages later. 4.1k in words. Madonna on repeat. This baby was born. :D I hope you all had a giggle or two out of it – Granger~

P.S: Thank you to my wonderful girlfriend for the inspiration line for Bryan: 'And there we have it. The devil himself." Bryan whispered to Spencer, "Lets sacrifice something pure before his armies in the graveyard rise up and kill us all.'