Title: Happy Birthday Hilary
Authoress: Vitalini
Rating: PG
Summary: Most of the Blader's from Grev Tournament are staying at Tyson's and its going to be Hilary's Birthday soon. Her plans to make it one to remember slowly get out of hand as she and the rest of the girls want to invite the Blitzkrieg Boys and have evil plans to torture all the guys. Centered mostly on Kai.

Warning: Cross-dressing and implied yaoi in future chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of its characters. I wish only to write for my own entertainment and any unrecognized characters belong to me. may have got ideas from other peoples OC's.

Author's note: I have tried my best to keep the characters like they are in the series though it is bound to stray particularly with the Blitzkrieg boys. The idea for this was based from Ladya. C. Maxine 'Boys Day In or Out' so characters may have similar personalities. I have also built up a whole new history spawned from Ladya. C. Maxine 'Untold Truths' universe but not quite the same. My writing may not be as effective as hers but I adored it so much and it is what inspired me to write this and join There is also strong reference to Gackt and Japanese Jrocker who has grown on me. His influence will be noticed much later in the story. I have a feeling this fiction will grow into something much bigger that what I originally intended. I'm only just starting to get the hang of this creative writing but have done my best enjoy. After all life is a learning experience so please review and pass some wisdom my way.

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"What are you going to do?" Matilda asked, Kai discretely cringed from the giggles and squeals that had erupted from the pack of girls huddled in the corner of the room.

Trapped in this claustrophobic waiting room, he tried to block out the high pitched voices.

Everything had been fine before Hilary had suddenly announced it was her Birthday in a couple of day … weeks…when ever, he hadn't been paying to much attention, but it had triggered an enthusiastic reaction from the female population of the room, who were now causing the painful racket.

The waiting room was filled with many of the teams from last years tournaments including those of the justice five. Mercifully, Mingming was not around as she was promoting a new album. Fortunately her absence also meant that they weren't entertained by Hilary's flaming hatred for the blue haired singer, which was brought forth as soon as the girl opened her mouth.

Everyone else was either slouched on the furniture or idly standing around. The new waiting room was larger than the original outside of Mr Dickenson's office. After the BEGA league had literally been destroyed, it had only taken a couple of months before another BBA headquarters was being built. The small and simple structure that had been the immediate substitute quickly proved not enough for the great demand of new bladers. In comparison to the original BBA headquarters of Japan the new office was humbler but that didn't stop the chairman insisting on having a large waiting room right outside his much smaller office. If anything the room was an extension of Mr Dickenson's private study, often when such a large group assembled one merely had to lock the door to the corridor and the soundproof walls blocked any secrets from escaping. In short it enabled the Chairman to hold larger meetings than he ever could before without the worry of being overheard if the discussion was on a top secret basis.

Kai having already been in this room numerous times before, for long periods of time he wasn't fascinated by the sophisticated suite, which consisted of comfortable dark brown sofa and chairs that matched the grand mahogany table in the middle of the room, so well polished no one dared touch it. The same went for the odd side table between the chairs farther away from the main table and the cabinets that stood against the walls, all of the same wood. The floor was beige carpeted, the soft texture surprising as it appeared to be tightly knit. Nevertheless the atmosphere was one of sever comfort as the air conditioning hummed above their heads and the light breeze that spilled in with the bright sunshine cast the formal room with a soft glow.

The others however didn't share his disinterest. Having entered it far less often than him and never stayed for longer than a minute or two the room fascinated them. Despite this they still managed to keep a safe distant from the expensive furniture and decorative vases and trinkets on some tables. Three years ago the same teenagers that were now controlling Daichi and Kevin from ruining the objects in the room would have been jumping all over the furniture. It was relieving and depressing at the same time to seen them have matured so much.

"Kevin, don't you dare" Lee warned from where he sat in the luxurious sofa noticing his young team mate's fingers inch towards a small statue of an eagle on a side table.

"What?" it was the first exchange any of the boys had made since the announcement, as they'd been listening intently to the gossiping girls particularly when their own name was mentioned.

After Kevin was subdued the other monkey boy in the room was soon reprimanded by Tyson.

"You're not the boss of me!" came the indignant yell from the short redhead as he shook a small but strong fist at the older boy.

Again Kai congratulated the old mans wisdom in having soundproofing in his office and waiting room, as an inevitable argument broke out between the two hot heads. It was quickly broken up by Kenny and Max who were sitting closest.

Rei amongst his homeland friends just sighed at the scene, eyes travelling over to where he stood largely unnoticed by everyone else. Kai, eyes closed and head bowed merely sensed his old team mate's eyes upon him. Standing in his notorious posture, leaning against the smooth cream wall, arms folded across his chest, he didn't know the memories his stance stirred in the raven haired teen that observed him.

How damn long are they going to be?

He would have left, but he didn't want to go anywhere near the horde of girls that guarded the door. He wasn't the only one giving them a wide birth either. An invisible line was drawn around the group, if anyone crossed it there was instant silence as the girl's eyes bore into the intruder, daring them to come closer. As proven when Raul unknowingly crossed this invisible barrier, when he had wanted to ask his older sister something but never got a chance to.

Kai smirked at the thought of his childhood friend, more timid than the two toned hair circus blader when he was younger, but now would have walked straight through the huddle of girls without blinking his long lashes. Having on many occasion to Kai showed his lack of respect to peoples personal space. If the girls stared accusingly at him he would have stared straight back before coming up with some comment that would have even humbled the fiery Mariah. He was reminded of the rich laughter that would have erupted from his friends' mouth as he closed the door behind him, a sound only his team mates were gifted to hear. Kai loved seeing those intelligent eyes sparkle.

The last tournament had been a nightmare, they were still on tender ground but the constant anxiousness that he would get up and leave them again was gone. Tala was the first to accept him back but even he was suspicious of him, always demanding where he was going or had gone. Kai had found the constant glares particularly from the cunning captain irritating as they followed him to and from a room, but he didn't blame them. There had been moments of their old friendship but the awkwardness between them soon stifled the moment. After their shared time in Hospital together Kai had felt their old relationship just begin to flourish once more, even Spencer was relaxing around him though Bryan remained distant. It was with reluctance that he witnessed the Blitzkrieg Boys departure and was counting down the days before returning to Russia and to continue making amends. His relationship with Tala, one that had been frozen and locked in his heart since they last saw each other before the Russian tournament three years ago, was beginning to melt.

Seriously, what is keeping them?

As if they'd heard him the door to the old chairman's office clicked open. Garland, Mystel and Brooklyn strolled in to the room. Crusher was visiting family so wasn't present. Mystel had come to stick the White Tiger team like glue despite his alliance with the Justice Five team. Garland smiled at Tyson who had been the one to promise the martial arts blader everyone would wait for him. For this Kai wanted to wring the navy haired teen's neck. Brooklyn scanned the room until his eyes settled on him, standing close to the door the ginger head had come from, obviously standing too close to the person that still unnerved him greatly the normally cocky blader shifted away from him.

Kai unnerved a lot of people generally. With his dark clothes, long scarf or polor neck and blue tattoos on his face along with his strong stance seemed to intimidate people. He even wore eccentric clothes just to see what people would do, he even went as far as wearing dark purple but it didn't make a difference. Still people, though slightly fearful of the enigmatic teen, held him in awe and admiration.

He distanced himself from people and many who didn't know him were happy to keep their distance, those who had been forced into his company were unexplainable drawn to him. He didn't know that no matter what he did it was soon forgotten by even the most stubborn acquaintances. His presence was severely missed when he was absent and he was thought of often. He had no idea the impact he had on people's lives and they in turn didn't know why. He hardly spoke to the people in this room, equally gave them as much attention. Nonetheless he was very observant and nothing usually slipped past his notice, his subconscious mind absorbing everything in his surroundings only to nag him at a later date.

Finally they've shut up maybe we can go now.

The bladers, who had been sitting, stood and stretched their stiff joins and the girls dispersed with promises to continue the conversation once they got back to Tyson's where they were staying. Well at least I'll been able to escape the squeals at Tyson's. Deep down he knew that the volume of their high pitched voices would increase until it filled the whole household. Still he wouldn't be detained this time.

The summer's heat had made them drowsy and sitting about too scared to touch anything not to mention straining to hear excited whispers from their female team mates in the corner of the room, only made them even more tired. Moving away from the wall he went to follow the rest out the door but a chubby hand caught his slender wrist. Turning to the Chairman who was wearing his usual black suit with white shirt beneath his jacket, he gave the senior an questing look. The old gentleman pleased with getting the teens attention released his hold and mopped his sweating forehead.

"Mr Dickenson?" Mariah called from where she waited by the door to the corridor, the chairman gave the bright pink haired girl a surprised look but Kai had known she hadn't left yet, her feline curiosity compelling her to stay when he had stopped.

He didn't even turn around to look at her as she waited behind him door still held open. To her surprise he leaned against the head of the great table no one else dared to go near. Her soft gasp travelled over to his sensitive ears triggering the tiniest of smirks.

"It's Ok Mariah; I'll just keep him for a minute. You can go ahead unless there is something you wish to ask." Mr Dickenson answered kindly detecting her worried tone.

She nodded at the man they'd all accepted as a second grandfather or first depending on the individual. Kai felt the swift heated glare hit his back as she exited, as usual not trusting him and always disapproving of his behaviour even when she was one of the chief people who had worried over him in hospital.

Girls are so complicated.

Letting out a breath as the door clicked shut, he hopped fully onto the table. Legs tired from having stood for over an hour in one place he leaned back slightly putting pressure on his hands, marring the polish. No big deal, it wasn't like he was spilling coffee over the table like that guy from yesterday's meeting. Though he could imagine Kenny having a heart attack at his actions, he'd make a point of doing this next time they had to wait

He heard another click as the door locked. He couldn't help giving his companion a look but the old man was putting the automatic device back in its pocket. Another few drops of sweat ran down the mans brow causing the Chairman to wipe it away with the sleeve of his formal attire in a rare show of informality.

"Why don't you take that jacket off?" He suggested sweeping silvery blue bangs from his eyes.

"I was just thinking the same thing." Was his answer as indeed Mr Dickenson started to remove the heavy jacket.

To the teens amusement the senior was wearing a short sleeved shirt which was damp with sweat.

"Is that why you locked the door?" he asked slipping off the table to take the clothing to hang on the hat stand by the door; Mr Dickenson had left his hat in his office.

He turned back to see the old man unbuttoning his shirt a tired expression on his wrinkled face.

"Have they pulled out?" he asked with a caring voice that others wouldn't believe he possessed.

From his knowledge the meeting had gone well and the Dutch company was just waiting to sign the papers. He'd been there helping Mr Dickenson explain the idea and encourage the Dutch to join the BBA as well as have a part of the next tournament in the low and flat Netherlands. He'd been acting as an interpreter between the two which was lucky as Mr Dickenson hadn't known they weren't bringing one.

Mr Dickenson was stressed but had remained his pleasant self; Kai added his own persuasive statements as he translated to the visitors especially when he thought the Chairman hadn't come across strong enough or had missed something. It also worked in their favour when one of the Dutch businessmen recognised Kai as the boy who had helped him out in the Russian airport when the man had trouble with the signs. The markings on his face making him easily recognisable, the man had quickly informed his companions of this and they joked at his poor language skills.

Poor Mr Dickenson was worried they were laughing at something in the room or him meaning that the meetings had started on a bad note. Kai had reassured the Chairman though he was embarrassed about mentioning his act of civil service as he rarely openly helped anyone. The chairman was looking as worried as he had been during the meeting and Kai wondered if he'd had a phone call cancelling the deal.

"No, no they eagerly signed them as soon as they were in their hands." Mr Dickenson sighed heavily looking around distractedly.

Kai ruffled his two toned hair, feeling the back settle back down he shot the bald man a concerned questioning look. However the worried man wasn't paying him any attention as he began to move about the room.

"Thanks to you, I might add." He called over from where he was opening the filing cabinet.

"Me?"

"Yes, you have quite a way with people, Kai. They were willing to sign the papers half way through the meeting if we had them ready, or so I was informed by Izaac."

Kai snorted, Izaac was a bit too enthusiastic for his taste (like never off the sugar enthusiastic) and had obviously elaborated the Dutch's eagerness to sign.

Having not heard the teen's response Mr Dickenson continued after pausing to look over some files, but they weren't the ones he wanted.

"He mentioned that a certain charming and handsome" he gave Kai a fond yet cheeky smile over his shoulder at the last word,

"young man sold it for them and hoped to see him again in the future."

"That was only because I was interpreting." Kai said to the broad back once again perched on the edge of the table.

"You added a lot more than what I said, filling in some crucial gaps I might add and I thank you for that."

"How did you know I was doing that, I though you couldn't speak Dutch?"

The senior smiled to himself at the boys slightly accusing tone, but Kai could see it reflected in the glass.

"I can't, but even I know that what I said wouldn't be that long in Dutch Kai."

"Why didn't you ask Izaac to interpret when you learned they hadn't brought their own?"

"For a number of reasons my dear boy," he said flicking through a file before returning it, "One Izaac was busy with another job. Two you were in the room. Three Izaac would have acted worse than me; why else do you think his only interacting with business associates is delivering papers when no one else is available. Four he doesn't have your commanding yet charming and persuasive tone. Five you had more insight to what was going on so could fill in anything I missed, which you did very well. Six-"

"Okaay, I get the point."

"Besides," the chairman continued cheerfully undeterred by the interruption, "It's your own fault for revealing your ability to speak the language."

Clutching the file he'd been looking for he turned to see Kai huff in indignation before smirking at him.

"So what's wrong?" the teen persisted.

"Nothing for you to be concerned with." the bald man assured him, placing the file down behind Kai and pulled a comfy chair to the mahogany table.

He settled down and opened the file, shifting papers but kept them neatly in order. Kai twisted around to examine the papers he could see; Mr Dickenson made no effort to hide them. The numbers and equations made sense to him but their purpose and reason eluded him.

"So did you lock me in here just to thank me and let me watch you?" he kept his voice casual and disinterested as he moved his gaze to the window.

The old gentleman smiled getting the jib artfully placed in the simple and non-sarcastic question.

Looking up he saw the warm sun reflect in the cool gray orbs, as if mimicking the inner light that shone from them when the teen was in competition. They had once been a constant fiery red always on guard, but had cooled over the years. Sometimes being an indecisive purple shade that had stayed with the boy most of this year during the last tournament.

Kai often had his eyes closed even when walking around, a habit that had and still did annoy Tyson who would wonder how Kai could still manoeuvre perfectly around people with his eyes shut.

It had all started when they were first leaving Japan for the Asian tournament. Tyson had accidentally barrelled straight into a group of British tourist while Kai without even looking up had dodged the odd person that stormed past regardless of who was in their way and neatly walked around stationary groups. The rowdy teens had stared at their Captain in wonder as he had swiftly made his way across the sea of people, something the rest had a much less graceful time doing. Mr Dickenson chuckled to himself at the memory. It was a shame the boys no longer pulled any more antics like that but it was less stressful now they'd calmed down. The laugh had caused his silent companion to look at him with the third quizzing look that afternoon.

"Hmm?" Kai waited but the man just went back to his papers after giving him another fond smile.

Looking back once more, he stretched his back, tilting his head back until he could see the antique clock hanging on the wall.

"I've been longer than a minute." He commented, more to himself as it came apparent the gentleman wasn't listening to him.

Getting up again he slipped into the office that was similarly furnished to the waiting room but the air conditioning had yet to be connected so the air was incredibly stuffy. The man's large fan having broken when Daichi knocked it over as he had tried to strangle Tyson when the older boy had made an unappreciative comment on the redhead's blading skills. The only comfort was the water dispenser in the corner of the room. Filling the plastic cup with cold water he quickly hurried back to the waiting room, a cough from the senior making him speed up slightly though not a drop fell from the cup despite being practically filled to the brim.

Carefully placing the clear cup in front of the chairman, who acknowledged him with a grateful nod before going back to his papers once, again. Sighing to himself, he strode over to one of the leather armchairs and flopped into it. Triggering Mr Dickenson (who'd been watching and listening to him the whole time) to let out an amused huff. The soft sound got the teen's attention making his head snap back round to stare at him. The old man didn't let on.

"Well?" Kai knew the man was watching him and had been all the time, it only made the impatience in his voice harder to restrain.

The bald man just waved him over and handed him some papers. Scanning their contents he handed them back, "I thought that was sorted?" obviously not.

"I thought that to, but they came a week ago just two days after Mr Itou left."

"And you've left it till now to look over them?" his tone wasn't accusing merely bemused; it wasn't often the Chairman put such an important person to the bottom of his business list.

Then again he didn't usually consult a teenager about his private and business affairs either.

"Well I had my hands full with other meetings and signing papers…" his voice trailed off as he read a particular letter in front of him.

Bending over Kai read where he thought the Chairman's eyes seemed fixed, "I expect you reply within a month once you agree with the terms above and below." He quoted out loud after reading the said terms mentioned. Snotty jerk, who does he think he is?

Kai now knew why Mr Dickenson had failed to treat these papers with his usual respect. All those terms are in his favour, he's practically blackmailing the BBA. Kai was fortunate enough to have little dealings with the straight backed twig of a man. Twice as tall as the chairman with a nose three times the size and watery eyes the man was an eye sore but that wasn't half as bad as tone. He treated everyone as second rate, except those who were rich or had a strong influence in a powerful position. Kai was both of these though he didn't look it. He had first hand seen how slimy the man could be.

While Kai had been in the waiting room around three weeks ago, when Mr Dickenson had wanted to introduce him to an new associate to the BBA from Jamaica who as a big fan apparently, he'd first met Mr Itou. The man strode into the room, irritable about having to wait because some Jamaican was actually booked in for an appointment when he'd just strolled in expecting Mr Dickenson to make himself free for his convenience. His eyes had swept of the luxurious suite with mild appreciation but it had vanished when he spotted Kai gazing out the window. The mans rat like face curling in disgust was clearly reflected in the glass. He continued to observe Kai with distaste as he in turn ignored the stranger. That expression swiftly changed when the Jamaican, a man in his thirties with long black dreadlocks and skin to match) bounded out the office calling his name with absolutely glee. He'd had considerable trouble breaking the man's grasp on his hand, but had preferred it to the slimy one thrust into his face by the tall man who all but shoved the excited visitor out the way. Keen to make amends to the boy he'd been glaring at with distaste all that time. Kai didn't let on, knowing he was an important fundraiser and had shares in the BBA since it started but the smarmy performance had been nauseating.

The things I do for you Mr Dickenson.

Now the jerk wanted a bigger share than he had before he willingly sold his to Boris last year, contributing to the temporary end of the BBA. Other terms that would amount to Mr Itou having more say than even Mr Dickenson and a strong influence to where money was spent. If they didn't agree a large part of the BBA funding which was currently vital, would be taken away. It looked as if the chairman was going to have to comply with this man as no other person was willing to fund as much.

Pulling out a laptop which he'd come to prefer to his computer in his office as he could sit in a air conditioned room with it Mr Dickenson handed him the plug, meaning he'd be on it for longer than two hours. Returning from the socket, Kai could already see the old gentleman continuing a letter. Standing behind him he bent down to place his folded arms on the back of the chair. Resting his chin on his arm he could see the screen clearly. The Chairman didn't mind the teen looking over his shoulder to what amounted to a private and confidential document, and like he did with the letter he adjusted the screen so the boys could have a better view. They remained in silence for the next ten minutes; the only sound was the old fingers ticking away at the keys. Kai legs began to ache but he didn't move to intent on the screen to budge.

"You don't have to agree." Kai softly suggested, not really to the man he stood over.

Rubbing his eyes, dislodging his round spectacles in the process the Chairman sighed wanting to believe the teenager behind him.

"I don't see any other way, if we don't there is no way we will be able to provide the new generation with the facilities they need

or the latest equipment before the world championships."

Kai shut his eyes as the dejected tone in the gentleman's voice reach his ears, a light seemed to dim in his eyes and he lowered his forehead to his arms, not liking where this was heading and what it would mean for the future of the BBA.

This guy is as bad as Boris. Only he'll twist it to get as much money out of the BBA as possible before leaving it to hang dry, I know his sort if only we could get someone who really loved the sport, I know lots of people that do but would they be willing to buy shares?

Mr Dickenson let out a resigned sigh, the boy knew very well the damage of agreeing to Mr Itou's terms could mean but he was under a lot of pressure to get the BBA back on its feet as soon as possible again. He went back to the letter but a hand squeezed his shoulder and he turned to Kai, slightly surprised by the reassuring gesture though it was much welcomed.

"Yes Kai?" the teen's eyes seemed to glow. The sight raised some hope in his dejected heart, the boy looked as if he'd just thought of something and he prayed it was a solution.

"You don't have to agree to this." His voice was stronger than before making the sentence more of a statement than a plea.

"Kai, what choice do I have? If I don't than the BBA will lose major funds which are needed to rebuilt the cooperation and most importantly the facilities and equipment for the Beybladers." Despite his words he continued to look at the silver headed youth expectantly.

"I learned with just one beyblade and a few replacement parts. It didn't have to be in hundred percent condition before I launched it and I didn't have my own private dish to practise with and I turned out just fine." The old man detected the teen thought the younger generation were spoilt which he had to admit was true.

"So what is you suggestion?"

"Don't agree."

"Haven't I given you enough reason to see why I have no choice but to agree?"

"No." A familiar gleam in the intelligent eyes and Kai's tone reminded the Chairman of another teenager.

"I'm under a lot of pressure Kai, if we don't get the funds than the BBA will truly go and with it the sport of Beyblading."

"Why not get other people to buy shares and contribute funds?"

"How many will be willing to pay as much as Mr Itou?"

"Mr Itou wants a large portion of the BBA's shares but their not his yet, meaning they're still up for grabs, yes?" a nod and the handsome teen continued, "also he is only funding the BBA as long as he gets his way aka his hands on the money pot. His offer to buy the amount of shares is cheap and he can risk this because there is no competition. If we pretend that there was competition and no guarantee he'd get what he wants he'll pull out so we can't bluff him into more reasonable terms. So we need to make an actual threat and hopefully he'll lose all interest and pull out completely leaving us with shares to sell to others who are more trustworthy. Also we can get other people to fund the BBA, they may not contribute as much but the combined amount could possibly be more than the funding we'd get from Mr Itou alone, You know giving one man so much influence only leads to trouble."

"Don't you think I thought of that?" the chairman smiled sadly at his companion.

Not thoroughly obviously.

"Do you mean my words fell on deaf ears?"

"No, but if Mr Itou stopped funding us we might not get enough people to cover for his loss and even if we did there is no guarantee they will contribute as much."

"Spent less." That did make sense the old man thought.

"How would we provide everyone with the latest facilities and up to date equipment?"

"You spoil them, you know that?" was his reply confirming his thoughts that Kai did indeed believe the children of today were spoilt.

"I would have done the same for you if I had been able to." He smiled at the boy who smirked at him.

"You were more able then than you are now."

"Since BEGA, the BBA is now expected to provide things and it took us time to create are own training schools to begin with."

"Yeah, whatever." Despite his words Kai wasn't put off, he'd explained the skeleton of his idea to the chairman and his views that it didn't matter if they had less funding so long as it was money worth having from people worth having it from. Besides the children these days thought as long as they had the latest gear and went to some fancy training school it would make them better bladers, often blaming their beyblades or their teachings for there losses.

He moved to lean against the table, facing Mr Dickenson. The edge of the table dug painfully into his hip but he ignored it, cold eyes boring into older ones.

"Do you want me to tell you what you want to hear?"

The senior's head nodded, his body leaned forward expectantly as if knowing the teen would come up with the answer that would solve his problems.

"I'm willing to contact some people I know who are genuinely interested in Beyblading and may be willing to support the BBA."

"From Russia?"

"Russia, France, England, Canada, China, Scandinavia, anywhere."

"But most of those countries have got organisations of their own to support."

"The BBA is the biggest beyblading cooperation in the world the only one nearing it in influence or size is the PBA and we're not too far behind them in technology. Or we weren't before BEGA took over. Also the BBA has links to all other beyblading organisations and in the past has supported them, making each one what it is today. Finally no matter what country people are from the BBA is held with great respect, you are held with great respect. I don't think I will have any trouble getting funds for the BBA and as for the shares consider them sold." The teen offered him an encouraging smile.

Mr Dickenson was lost for words, the confidence and determination had moved him to actually believe it might work. He'd considered it but didn't know where to start and had to admit he only had a few unlikely candidates to turn to. Kai on the other hand could ask anyone, anywhere. He was a Hiwatari thus the world was open to him.

"But we only have three weeks," he realised that and silently cursed his delay in not attending to the matter sooner.

"Just give me the information I need and I'll sort the rest out."

Not wanting to do anything to upset this mini miracle, Mr Dickenson quickly got up and went back to the filing cabinet and withdrew three thick files. As he returned, Kai had already taken the file he'd left on the desk and was reading through the documents. The boys didn't even flinch at the amount of paperwork he received; merely balancing those on one arm while he held the other file open not stopping his study of the documents.

Walking further down the table he placed the three thick files down near the opposite end of the table, with one hand pulling the heavy furniture up next to the table as Mr Dickenson had done, eyes never leaving the file.

Two hours later, Kai had sorted through all four folders and extracted the useful information, marking their places in the files so he could return them in order. He'd ended up with a small pile of eight pages max from each file, what a waste of paper.

Pulling out a note pad, from one of the side table cupboards behind him, he waved to Mr Dickenson who was gratefully sipping his water.

"Can I use your phone?"

"Certainly!"

Getting up he located the phone which had been moved to another table in the room, its cord stretching behind the leather backs. Carefully carrying the phone to the table he lifted the cord up so it didn't knock the eagle statue over.

Once settled he began making phone call after phone call scribbling down notes and adding numbers to his small phone book he'd recently started carrying round with him.

Finding one phone insufficient he took another from the other side of the room thankfully it was cordless. Mr Dickenson had left the room forty minutes ago and a German business man wanted to discuss splitting a particular share with a French aristocrat that must have survived the French revolution. After assuring the German he could speak fluent French and it was just the phone making him sound younger he quickly dialled the number and began informing the French man of the request, scribbling as he went not bothering to translate resulting in many different languages being written all over the paper. He told the German what the French man had said and it continued. A slight disagreement mid way but he had intervened like the middle man he was and it was soon settled.

Now he had to begin again as a Canadian's requests clashed with a Japanese politicians.

After sorting the fourth dispute and moving onto his fifth, there was a knock on the door. He didn't answer too intent on writing down the main information that the Austrian wanted as the Aussie nattered down the receiver, once done he picked up the other phone and held it in place with his shoulder as he translated the details to the Austrian, the Australian could be heard calling to someone named Sheila. He had ignored the person as they walked into the room still occupied by the annoyed Austrian who was calling the Australian all things under the sun, he asked her whether she wanted him to try and negotiate with the Aussie something he wouldn't have done if he'd known how stubborn the man was. Finally they came to a resolution after both started shouting obscene language down the phone. He merely held the two phones together, enabling the each of them to hear the other clearly. The Australian woman could speak perfect English and once they realised who they were actually shouting at they continued the negotiations between the two of them securing the deal with a date. He asked the two for the details again so he could right them down before they hung up. Finally free he glanced up at the new comer.

Not him! Most probably come to yell at me for skipping practise or something… I always wondered where Tyson got that gormless look from.

"Hiro!" Mr Dickenson's voice snapped the young adult out of his trance. His attention turning towards Kai the senior asked, "How's it going?"

"Fine, just three more or so calls and then all I have to do is present you with the details."

His business tone caused Hiro to give him another backwards glance.

"How long will you be?" concern etched the chairman's words, he'd been at it since noon and it was now six.

"Another hour of so." He thought off hand, the last ones just requiring some cooperation between the people involved.

He wasn't used to being a middle man but he'd proven to be very good at it, especially now that he'd discovered a way to let the people involved talk directly to each other. Ignoring the others leaving he quickly set to work.

Two hours later he was finishing the last sentence, fingers burning, eyes and ears aching and head spinning. Eight o'clock. Stretching in his seat he cleared away everything he'd been using and returned the files back into their cabinet. Taking his pile of paper, on which were all the calculations and the final agreements. They had so many offers that people had been fighting over shares and the funds were five times that of Mr Itou. Now all that needed to be done was typing everything out, sending the appropriate papers off and telling Mr Itou where to shove his terms and agreements.

Not bothering to knock on the door, (another trait he'd picked up from his read headed friend) Kai walked into the room.

Mr Dickenson smiled, though his eyes held concern when he noticed how tired Kai looked.

"Finished?" he inquired, hoping the teen was retiring for the night. He'd given up asking him to take a break, as he'd only received stern looks for his concern.

"Yeah everything's done." Kai handed him the pile of papers.

"Everything!" he couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice.

"Well everything I can do. There's one loose end but Ata will clear it up and fax you the information. I've done all the calculations for you, and it's been summaries in the last paragraph. The pocket contains my rough notes if you need to go over them." He kept his tone formal, looking straight into the Chairman's eyes, purposely ignoring Hiro.

"Y-y-you did all this in eight hours." Mr Dickenson stuttered clutching the thick pile.

"I caused quite a disruption, but they all seemed happy to give up a minute or two of there time. Something I know all about. Ata might take a few days contacting Mr Kasparkov and sorting things out. If you could send him the summary as soon as possible that would make things a lot easier. Expect a reply in three days. All the shares have been sorted but Mr Kasparkov is willing to give the BBA a huge funding if they can make Beyblading more available outside Moscow."

Mr Dickenson nodded taking all the information in.

"Why doesn't this Mr Kasparkov set up his own Beyblading facilities in Russia if he has so much money and who's this Ata?" Hiro, fed up with being ignore cut in.

"Lets leave it at Boris still has a lot of say when it come to Beybalding in Russia and he and Mr Kasparkov aren't on speaking terms. The only way he can get what he wants and make sure he can trust who he's paying is through the BBA." Again, Kai directed his explanation to the Chairman as he had also bunched his brows when Mr Kasparkov was mentioned.

"…And Ata?" Hiro pressed.

He received no answer as Kai after giving Mr Dickenson a quick nod had already left the room.

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