My Grandpa's Back
"The Demolition Boys, now free from the control of the evil Voltaire, the sinister man behind Biovolt, have been placed in foster homes and say they will continue the team to compete in the next world championship tournament. His daughter and her husband long since dead from the accident in '95, Voltaire has been sentenced to the death penalty for their murder, and his grandson, Kai Hiwatari, will be placed under the guardianship of none other than Mr. Dickenson, president of the current BBA in Japan. In other news-"
Click!
The television was turned off quickly. Tyson laid the remote down on the arm of the couch in Mr. Dickenson's office. "Damn reporters, all up in everybody's business," the blue-haired dragon-tamer mumbled as he slipped into one of the chairs closest to the desk.
"Now, Tyson. You know they're only doing their job," defended the old man, knowing that he, too, got angry when the camera crew constantly stopped by the building begging for interviews and costing him valuable time. It had gotten to the point where he dreaded going out in public, and almost always stayed in hotels rather than go home, where they had figured out his home-work-home schedule.
"Still, you have to admit, it is annoying," countered Ray, curled up on one of those circular chairs (I love those) in the far corner. "They investigate into our personal lives. In fact, now everyone seems to think I'm going out with Mariah."
"But you do like her, right?" asked Max, who was at the moment hogging most of the couch the remote sat on. He was kind of squishing Kai, who was remaining silent. He had wanted so badly for this day, his freedom. But now that he had it, he didn't know what to do with it.
"So, what's going to happen now? An inheritence dispute?" This came from Ray. True, it wasn't quite clear what was going to be done with the vast amounts of money that Voltaire had "stolen" over the last years.
"The money shall be entrusted to me until Kai is old enough to receive the money himself," explained Mr. D, checking to make sure this was okay with Kai to reveal. Kai didn't look up, and he hadn't said a word since they had arrived. "I think Kai has been doing perfectly fine living on his own for now. The house has been temporarily placed under my name, but I think you're all mature enough to inhabit it, with Kai's approval." Kai didn't object nor praise this statement.
"It seems that Ray has no place to stay for his time as an exchange student in Japan -" (Mr. D said this)
"Woah, exchange student?!" echoed/interrupted Tyson. "I thought the plan was that he was to go back to China!"
"Same here," commented Max, though with less volume to his voice.
"Actually," offered Ray, "the BBA has sponsored a program for beybladers that's kind of like an exchange student program, only, I have to be on a team. I hope it's okay to keep us all together."
"Sure it is!" shouted Tyson, ecstatic for the chance to keep his friend in the country. Deep down, he didn't want any of them to split up.
"Fine with me!" agreed Max. "Though, my dad wants to move back to America. Him and mom decided to remarry." He blushed.
"Kai?" Everyone turned to the Russian. For the first time during the meeting he made contact with them.
"Great, another year of babysitting," he grumbled, though internally he was glad for an excuse to beyblade since the BladeSharks were officially down the drain. And it's not like you can enter a tournament without a team. Cheers rang out from the office, causing some of the secretaries to drop a few papers.
"Well, then, I've arranged a plan that I believe will be most helpful to Kai," said Mr. D. Everyone stared.
"What?" inquired Tyson, curiosity aroused.
"Since his mansion will now be somewhat empty, and Max and Ray will need lodging, I think it would be best if the three of them boarded there."
"Huh?!"
"Kai still has some funding from his grandfather left in his bank account, Ray has his job as a chef (Tyson: Cool!), and Max's mom has agreed to transfer some care funds as needed. I believe Kai could use the company."
"Whatever," Kai growled as he stood up, ready to leave. "I couldn't leave them to suffer at Tyson's dojo. And it's not like I'm eager to be shipped back to Russia." He left, the door slamming behind him.
"What's up with that?" (Tyson)
"This whole thing is a scheme, isn't it Mr. Dickenson?" Ray asked.
"Yes, it's true. Kai hasn't been the same since...that's why I had hoped that by staying with him you could...bring him back to the way he used to be. Bring a little sunshine into his dark life," admitted Mr. D.
"But I'm not involved in this!" protested Tyson.
"Maybe it's best you stay out of it, Tyson," Ray tried to console him.
"No, he's right." Everyone once again turned to Mr. Dickenson. "You're all a part of the same team, and you must stick together."
"But Kai hates Tyson," Max pointed out. (Tyson: How rude!)
"A few trials will be good for you, boys. Now, go pack!" (Mr. Dickenson)
"Yeah!"
Kohari: Well, I hope this turns out okay. Should I continue? Or is this good enough. You've all obviously got imaginations, to write such awesome fanfics, so if by some mean chance I don't get at least five reviews, you can fill in the blanks yourselves. And if I continue, NO, I will not include yaoi! (It's kinda gross)
"The Demolition Boys, now free from the control of the evil Voltaire, the sinister man behind Biovolt, have been placed in foster homes and say they will continue the team to compete in the next world championship tournament. His daughter and her husband long since dead from the accident in '95, Voltaire has been sentenced to the death penalty for their murder, and his grandson, Kai Hiwatari, will be placed under the guardianship of none other than Mr. Dickenson, president of the current BBA in Japan. In other news-"
Click!
The television was turned off quickly. Tyson laid the remote down on the arm of the couch in Mr. Dickenson's office. "Damn reporters, all up in everybody's business," the blue-haired dragon-tamer mumbled as he slipped into one of the chairs closest to the desk.
"Now, Tyson. You know they're only doing their job," defended the old man, knowing that he, too, got angry when the camera crew constantly stopped by the building begging for interviews and costing him valuable time. It had gotten to the point where he dreaded going out in public, and almost always stayed in hotels rather than go home, where they had figured out his home-work-home schedule.
"Still, you have to admit, it is annoying," countered Ray, curled up on one of those circular chairs (I love those) in the far corner. "They investigate into our personal lives. In fact, now everyone seems to think I'm going out with Mariah."
"But you do like her, right?" asked Max, who was at the moment hogging most of the couch the remote sat on. He was kind of squishing Kai, who was remaining silent. He had wanted so badly for this day, his freedom. But now that he had it, he didn't know what to do with it.
"So, what's going to happen now? An inheritence dispute?" This came from Ray. True, it wasn't quite clear what was going to be done with the vast amounts of money that Voltaire had "stolen" over the last years.
"The money shall be entrusted to me until Kai is old enough to receive the money himself," explained Mr. D, checking to make sure this was okay with Kai to reveal. Kai didn't look up, and he hadn't said a word since they had arrived. "I think Kai has been doing perfectly fine living on his own for now. The house has been temporarily placed under my name, but I think you're all mature enough to inhabit it, with Kai's approval." Kai didn't object nor praise this statement.
"It seems that Ray has no place to stay for his time as an exchange student in Japan -" (Mr. D said this)
"Woah, exchange student?!" echoed/interrupted Tyson. "I thought the plan was that he was to go back to China!"
"Same here," commented Max, though with less volume to his voice.
"Actually," offered Ray, "the BBA has sponsored a program for beybladers that's kind of like an exchange student program, only, I have to be on a team. I hope it's okay to keep us all together."
"Sure it is!" shouted Tyson, ecstatic for the chance to keep his friend in the country. Deep down, he didn't want any of them to split up.
"Fine with me!" agreed Max. "Though, my dad wants to move back to America. Him and mom decided to remarry." He blushed.
"Kai?" Everyone turned to the Russian. For the first time during the meeting he made contact with them.
"Great, another year of babysitting," he grumbled, though internally he was glad for an excuse to beyblade since the BladeSharks were officially down the drain. And it's not like you can enter a tournament without a team. Cheers rang out from the office, causing some of the secretaries to drop a few papers.
"Well, then, I've arranged a plan that I believe will be most helpful to Kai," said Mr. D. Everyone stared.
"What?" inquired Tyson, curiosity aroused.
"Since his mansion will now be somewhat empty, and Max and Ray will need lodging, I think it would be best if the three of them boarded there."
"Huh?!"
"Kai still has some funding from his grandfather left in his bank account, Ray has his job as a chef (Tyson: Cool!), and Max's mom has agreed to transfer some care funds as needed. I believe Kai could use the company."
"Whatever," Kai growled as he stood up, ready to leave. "I couldn't leave them to suffer at Tyson's dojo. And it's not like I'm eager to be shipped back to Russia." He left, the door slamming behind him.
"What's up with that?" (Tyson)
"This whole thing is a scheme, isn't it Mr. Dickenson?" Ray asked.
"Yes, it's true. Kai hasn't been the same since...that's why I had hoped that by staying with him you could...bring him back to the way he used to be. Bring a little sunshine into his dark life," admitted Mr. D.
"But I'm not involved in this!" protested Tyson.
"Maybe it's best you stay out of it, Tyson," Ray tried to console him.
"No, he's right." Everyone once again turned to Mr. Dickenson. "You're all a part of the same team, and you must stick together."
"But Kai hates Tyson," Max pointed out. (Tyson: How rude!)
"A few trials will be good for you, boys. Now, go pack!" (Mr. Dickenson)
"Yeah!"
Kohari: Well, I hope this turns out okay. Should I continue? Or is this good enough. You've all obviously got imaginations, to write such awesome fanfics, so if by some mean chance I don't get at least five reviews, you can fill in the blanks yourselves. And if I continue, NO, I will not include yaoi! (It's kinda gross)