Summary: Poor Rei is negotiator of the Bladebreakers, the mediator. No one seems to appreciate just how deadly and dangerous this job can be. Just how long can Rei survive when he's stuck in the middle?
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Beyblade.
A distinct and familiar ringing. I open my eyes, swiftly sit up and with almighty morning-alertness find the tiny switch on the back of my alarm clock before it wakes anyone else up. With a loud yawn and stretch, with the sun welcomingly shining on my face and I grin ready to face the new day.
Stop. Rewind. That's how a good and perfect morning would go…if I were a morning person. Or if I wanted to get up at all for that matter. The only thing remotely similar is the distinct and familiar – yet incredibly annoying – ringing of my alarm clock. Oh joy…its morning. Can you sense the sarcasm?
In reality, without once opening my eyes I search around for the alarm clock blindly. My hand flails in all directions, sometimes in the completely opposite direction from where the sound is coming from. Well what can I say? Its hard to think in the mornings. My hand lands on something, but even in my semi-conscious state I can tell it's not the alarm clock because they tend not to be soft and silky. A rope maybe? Ignoring the ringing in my ears and Max's grumbling from the noise I wrap the newly discovered object around my hand as my neko-jin curiosity kicks in. What could it be? I'm too tired to bother opening my eyes to look, and being unable to identify it by touch alone, I give it a harsh tug.
OW!
Now that hurt! What the hell? It felt like someone just pulled the hair out my scalp! My eyes open automatically, blazing with unconcealed rage as they dart about, intent on finding who or what had caused me to suffer. Oh…I cough and try to conceal the blush on my cheeks even though I'm sure no one else is even awake yet. I discovered what the object was, and the source of my pain, as I find my super long hair wrap wrapped around my fist. Mentally I add 'pulling my own hair' onto my table of 'Rei's most idiotic moments.'
I seek out the alarm clock and after blinking a few dozen times my sight has eventually recovered enough to find the impossibly small switch on the back that turns it off for good. Phew. Looking over I see that no one has woken up, but that's not what I'm relieved about since a nuclear explosion wouldn't get Tyson out of bed unless it came with a six-course meal on the house. I'm just relieved to stop that annoying ringing. Ow my ears! I haven't even sat up yet and I've already been in pain twice. Damn Hilary.
Now why am I cursing Hilary when she won't even be in the dojo for another hour you ask? Because she's the one that provided the damned alarm clock so that we would be up in time for training. She gave it to me of course, because Kai gets up far too early to be human, and Tyson, Max and Daichi aren't responsible enough to flick a switch twice every twenty-four hours. And if Hilary hadn't given me the alarm then that stupid ringing noise wouldn't hurt my ears and consequently I also wouldn't have pulled my hair as I searched for it to switch it off either! Ha, once again the blame is successfully placed on someone else. Go me!
Then again, around here placing the blame really isn't that hard. After all, I'm Rei. I never do anything wrong except the occasional slip with my beyblade. It's everyone else that causes all the trouble, and then, being the only one that doesn't cause trouble seems to land me in the position of fixing it. Since I don't have my own problems (according to them) I should feel obliged to help everyone else in this crazy dojo. Actually, that's kind of unfair on the dojo, I should technically say crazy people that reside in the dojo. But I'm too tired for technicalities at the moment.
Now some might say that this job wouldn't be too bad. I mean, how hard could it be? Just sit back and try to reason out between two people the reasons behind an odd scuffle and then reach a suitable compromise. Ha! If that were the case I'd be jumping for joy, grinning from ear to ear and doing enthusiastic back flips through the air all at the same time!
But why is it so difficult to keep things under control? Simple. Because it's not just the odd scuffle. Every five minutes a brawl, yelling match, beating or something along those lines will break out. And I'm not exaggerating! Reason for difficulties number two: these battles begin without warning and many a time without logic either. There doesn't have to be a reason for one to begin, there doesn't have to be any logic behind it. What do I mean by no logic, well over my time in the dojo I have come across many illogical excuses for starting a battle. Allow me to give you some examples.
"He was looking at me funny!" That was Tyson, talking about Kai when he had been in a different room altogether…with the door closed…and locked.
"He started it!" That was Hilary after she crept up on Tyson first thing in the morning with a bamboo sword… While he was asleep.
"Her yelling broke Dizzi's sound card!" I bet you can guess who said that. Ok, well I'm not a master of technology, coming from a not very advanced mountain village and all but…how could Hilary's yelling break what was inside the laptop? Or break the laptop at all? I mean surely if she had been yelling that loud then the screen would have cracked first. Maybe not the best example because Kenny is generally well-behaved, but he does have his moments.
"Draciel told me to!" That was Maxie on a sugar-high. To this day I've yet to convince him that Draciel is not a psychopathic prank-player but nothing seems to get through. It wouldn't be so bad if he had just stayed using blunt objects, recently though…well let's just say I'm lucky I still have my hair. Or my head.
"C'mon he was just asking for it!" Can't really recall what happened there but that was Daichi. Still that sentence alone proves there was no good reason for whatever he had done…I think the reason I can't remember is because I was punched in the head during the fight that followed…or was the fight before?
"He deserved it." Well that was Kai, and seeing as I couldn't get him to say much more after that I don't really know if Daichi really had deserved to be trapped in a cupboard for two days but I felt the need to include one of Kai's unexplainable moments just to make it fair on the rest of the team.
And there you have it, the introduction to my life. These are the unexplained and mysterious reasons of many fights within the dojo, and yet even with Gramps and Hiro here it seems I have to clear up most of the mess. But truly this is just the beginning. In any war there are alliances, groups which band together for a common purpose. Some members of the Bladebreakers are in more than one alliance, causing a lot of problems and are difficult to keep track of. The actions of these alliances can be either planned or completely random. Allow me to define the alliances.
Team Hyperactive – Tyson, Max and Daichi. Truly scary when these lot are about and are notorious for causing more trouble than anyone can bear.
Hilary – Ok, not really a team or alliance, but she's scary! I mean really scary when she gets mad. Sometimes Hilary and I make a brief alliance if anything gets out of hand and she's not directly involved but still. Scary! She's a one man army! And that's including artillery and reserves!
Team Logic – that would be Kenny and Hilary, and on occasion Kai. This alliance usually comes in to play during practise and beybattles.
Brotherly Alliance – the rare times when Tyson convinces Hiro to take his side. Not often, seeing as Tyson is usually in the wrong but when Hiro takes his side then nothing else matters. Hiro being the oldest of us, and our coach automatically wins any argument heads down. Unless the argument involves Kai, when that happens there are no winners since Kai just walks away without comment.
The Female Alliance – that would be Hilary and Dizzi, I'm all for equal rights but personally I think if Hilary wants to gang up on us, she should rely on a female with limbs.
The Idiot Alliance – Tyson and Daichi of course, usually going up against Team Logic. I see Daichi as a miniature Tyson, so multiply Tyson by two…and that's right, all hell breaks loose. Thankfully this only occurs when they actually agree on something, the something tends to be idiotic, hence the name.
Team Tate-Tachibina – Max and Hilary unite, usually as a voice of attempted reasoning. I like this team, if only because it takes some of the heat off of me. These nice people help me survive! Oh godly bringers of hope! Um…ok maybe a bit far, but without these two I'd have been dead long ago.
Kai – another one man army, winner of any argument for the sole reason he never continues it. If he says something, he expects it to happen, then and there, and hell to anyone that doesn't do as he says. On the very odd occasion he takes my side (usually this will only be after I've got a concussion and am unable to continue breaking up whatever fight is going on) he will step in and save my ass. Why am I the mediator? If Kai would just take a strong role of dictator and I'd have nothing to worry about…
And then on occasion there is the Illogical Alliances. E.g. Tyson and Hilary. Kenny and Daichi. Kai and anyone. You get the idea.
Now where do I, Rei Kon fit into any of this? To put it simply, I don't. I'm the man-in-the-middle, or No-mans Land, whatever you want to call it. Prepare yourself because I'm going to show you just what it's like to be me…and I can assure you its not going to be pretty…
Well that's it for the prologue, basically just some background and that. I hope its okay, I promise it will get better though, its early days yet.
Anyways I don't intend for this to be Yaoi seeing as I've never written one before but if enough people want it to be then I can work it in. R&R and let me know what you think!