Mint: Hee hee . . .
Kai: (Raises eyebrow) Really? Another one?
Ray: You haven't even finished the other two.
Mint: I know, I know! But, I really liked this idea too! Actually, this was the first idea I came up with, but I sorta forgot about it . . .
Kai: Sorta?
Mint: I'm doing it now, aren't I?!
Tyson: I'm gonna take the warnings! This story will include yaoi (boy x boy), language, violence, and awesomeness!
Tala: Awesomeness? That's not really a warning.
Max: Mint doesn't own us or Beyblade!
Mint: So without further ado (and hopefully without anyone hurting me for not finishing the other stories first . . .) here it is!
The Prince and the Gods
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Chapter 1: Destiny, Prophecies, and Battle?!
"Ty! Are you almost done? You're going to be late!"
"Yeah, Hiro, I'm almost ready!" Tyson called.
"You better be, or I'll send you to the boring school!" his older brother teased.
Tyson looked down at his suitcase and grinned. His life was going to change, and he would no longer be a normal kid starting today. He would become a warrior, one that could save the world with the help of his new team called the Soulbreakers. He hadn't actually met them yet, and the team's name sounded rather suspicious, but he hoped they would be people he could trust. But, he was thinking too far ahead. First, he needed to fit in at Fate's Battalion School for the Gifted. Gifted was the school's way of saying strong. Tyson didn't know if he himself was powerful, but the school must've seen something promising in him. There was only one thing that bothered him about the letter they sent him. It had stated "Do you want to know the truth?" He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Now's not the time to be thinking about mysteries! I'm gonna be late! He met Hiro by the front door.
"Ready?" Hiro asked while tapping his foot.
"Yeah! So, how do I get there?" The bluenette grinned sheepishly. His brother sweat dropped.
"You didn't listen to a word I said, did you? The school is on an island, so you'll be taking a boat."
"Really?! That's so cool! Come on, let's go already!" Tyson raced for the door, but Hiro stopped him.
"Hold on! Do you have everything?"
Tyson nodded.
"Clothes," nod, "uniform," nod, "toothbrush," nod, "underwear?"
"HIRO!"
"Okay, okay!" Hiro sighed. "Are you sure you're really ready for this?"
The bluenette groaned. "For the millionth time, yes! Now, let's go!"
Hiro smirked. "Always the impatient one."
"If I admit it, can we go?"
"Heh, sure."
"Okay! I'm impatient, let's go!"
"Well . . ." Hiro was stalling. Tyson raised his eyebrow at his older brother, who sighed. "Remember what I said about the stress thing?" Tyson rolled his eyes and nodded. "Fine, let's go."
"Yahoo!" Tyson cheered. He ran out the door and into the car. "Hurry up, Hiro!"
Hiro followed him, and they were soon on their way.
***
"Whoa! What a huge boat!" Tyson exclaimed as he looked up at the cruise ship. "Only rich people have trips like that!" He heard the horn sound.
"Are you coming, kid? The ship's leaving now," a man said and held out his hand.
"Oh, yeah, sorry!" The bluenette handed him his ticket and boarded the ship. "Whoa! It's even better on the boat!" He bumped into someone. "Ugh! Sorry 'bout that!" He looked up and saw a flash of blond.
"Hey, it's cool! Are you a first year too?" the boy asked happily.
"Yep! The name's Tyson." Tyson held out his hand.
"Sweet! I'm Max." The blond shook his hand. Suddenly, he had a distant look.
"Um, Max?"
"You will face hard times and even come close to death. Your one true love will set you free from the darkness. Call upon the great ones, and they will aid in saving the world . . ."
"Max! What're you talking about?"
Max let go of his hand, blinked, and shook his head. He noticed the bluenette's shocked expression. "What's wrong?"
"That's what I want to know! You started saying these dark things. It totally freaked me out!" Tyson waved his arms in the air.
"Really? Oh! I must've been reading your future! I can read peoples futures if I touch them. Not all the time, of course. But, I never know what I say after. What'd I say?"
Tyson laughed nervously. "I'd rather not say. Hey, what other powers do you have?"
The blond smiled. "I'm really good at controlling water. What can you do?"
They sat down in a shaded area away from the other new students.
"I have a knack for wind and storms. I can also read minds."
"No way!"
"Yes way!" The bluenette closed his eyes and concentrated. "You're wondering what's for lunch. Oh, you like pizza too? Awesome! Yeah, you're right! I'm sure we'll be great friends!"
Max stared at him. "That's-"
"Sweet? I know," Tyson said, cutting him off. He held his head. "But my head starts to hurt after a while. It still comes in handy, though!"
"Hey, why don't we-"
"Raid the buffet?"
Max grinned. "You read my mind."
***
Tyson and Max talked while walking up the grand steps that led to their new school. "Look at that!" Tyson exclaimed. He was beginning to feel even more excited, if that was possible.
Max also looked at the enormous castle. "It's huge! That's so cool!"
"First year students are to meet in the grand hall for the introduction of the teams!" a woman with silver hair announced at the front doors.
"Oh yeah! What team are you on?" Max asked his new friend.
"I'm with the Soulbreakers. Weird name, I know," the bluenette replied.
"What?! You too?!"
"Huh?" Tyson looked at the blond. "You mean?"
"Yup! I'm on the same team!"
"Way cool!"
"Come on, boys!" The woman ushered them into the castle. They began to make their way to the grand hall but were stopped.
"You! You're the one!" a man with purple hair cried.
"Huh? We're the what?" Max looked confused.
"Not you! You." He pointed at Tyson.
"What? Why me?" the bluenette asked and frowned.
"You are the great one! I can sense it!" The man moved closer to Tyson.
"Boris! Leave those students alone and get back to work NOW!" the lady with silver hair scolded the man.
"Yes, but-"
"We're tired of your senseless preaching! Get back to work, or you're fired!"
The man grumbled something and walked away. Tyson and Max glared at his back.
"What a creep!" the blond said.
"We should stay away from him." The bluenette made a mental note of the guy and put him in his "People to avoid at all costs" list.
"How did he know . . .?"
Tyson looked at Max. "Huh? What'd you say?"
"I didn't say anything."
"Tyson . . ."
The bluenette shivered. "Hey, is this place haunted?" he asked the woman.
"No. Now, hurry up!" She hurried off, and the two boys followed after her.
***
"I would like to welcome all of the new students to Fate's Battalion School for the Gifted. I am Master Voltaire, dean of this school. You were chosen for your special skills in battle, and you are here to hone those skills and use them to protect this world. I'm sure that this year will be a very good year," an old man with gray hair said. He suddenly looked towards Tyson.
"Hey, Ty, is he looking at you?" Max asked and nudged the bluenette, who was staring back at the headmaster.
"Maxie, I don't like this guy. I don't know why, but he gives off . . . bad vibes or something." Tyson squinted his eyes slightly, and Voltaire grinned. Max gasped.
"Do you have some sort of psychic ability?"
The bluenette laughed. "No! At least, I don't think I do." He waved it off. "Anyway, I want to see the teams we'll be competing against during the year!"
"Me too! I also want to meet our team. They must be second years or something, since they weren't on the boat."
Tyson sighed and looked at the table they were seated at. They were sitting with all the other first years. That's right. Once you come here, you stay here until you graduate. That means I'll be here for five years! I forgot . . . I won't see Hiro or gramps for a long time.
"Now, we will introduce the teachers first," Voltaire said and waved his arm in front of the long table where all of the teachers sat. He nodded towards the silver haired woman. "That is Professor Amethyst. She is the magic teacher."
Amethyst stood. "I'm expecting a lot talented people this year. Don't disappoint me!" She sat back down.
"To her left is Professor Guy. He specializes in battle skills."
Guy stood on his chair and yelled, "I'm warning you now, no sissies in my class! Got that?!" He fell back into his seat.
Max shuddered. "I'm not looking forward to his class!" he hissed at the bluenette, who nodded slowly.
Voltaire cleared his throat. "Thank you. Next is Professor Waltz. For those of you have a special skill, he will teach you how to control that skill."
Waltz gave a weak wave. "I'm excited to learn what you can do."
"This is Professor Galaxy. He knows almost everything about the history of this world. You will learn important lessons from him."
Galaxy nodded slightly. "There'll be no sleeping in my class."
Tyson groaned softly. "Aww . . ."
"Nurse Flores will take of any injuries or illnesses you may get," Voltaire announced.
Flores giggled. "I'll be happy to take care of you!"
Max shivered. "She seems a little TOO happy . . ." he whispered to the bluenette.
"Finally, we have Professor Tray. He will advise you in the art of potions."
Tray stood slowly. "Despite what you might think, potions are important. There will be no slacking in my class." He took his seat again.
Tyson looked over his new teachers. "Max, I got a bad feeling about some of them," he said quietly.
The blond blinked. "Really? I don't know. Except for that Professor Guy person, they all seem pretty decent."
Voltaire cleared his throat again and the room became silent. "Now, without further ado, the teams." The doors in the back of the large dining hall burst open. "First, we have team Blitzkrieg." Four boys walked down the middle path to the front of the room. "Next, there is team Psykick." Three boys and one girl stood next to the Blitzkriegs. "Team All Starz! Team Saint Shields! Team White Tigers! Team Barthez! Team BEGA! Team Majestics!" All of the teams stood together. "For all of you first years, you have already been placed into a team. But only the four strongest persons in a team can be the leaders. They are the ones who will represent their teams in tournaments throughout the year."
Tyson looked around frantically. "Hey, where's our team, Max?"
The blond shrugged. "I dunno."
"Last but not least, we have a very special team that consists of only four boys!" Voltaire said and grinned. The other students began to murmur.
"What? A team with only four people?"
"Hah! They can't be that good . . ."
"I bet they're just some rich kids who paid to be here."
"SILENCE!" Voltaire roared, and the talking stopped. "Those who speak lies about this team will learn to regret it the hard way! They are unbeatable and extremely powerful. They are the mighty and great, team Soulbreakers!" Tyson and Max gasped. Everyone stared as two boys walked into the hall. One had dual haired colors, and the other had raven black hair. They stood in front of Voltaire and turned to face the rest of the school. Voltaire raised his arms. "This," he nodded towards the raven haired teen, "is Ray Kon! And this," he nodded towards the teen with dual hair, "is my grandson, Kai Hiwatari!"
"Hey!" a first year boy shouted. "There's only two of 'em!"
Voltaire chuckled. "Max Tate and . . . Tyson Granger." He looked at the bluenette. "Please come up here and stand with your team so everyone can see you." Tyson flushed. They got up and cautiously made their way to the other two boys. "This," Voltaire grabbed the blonde's arm roughly and pulled him closer, "is Max Tate! This," he did the same to the bluenette, "is . . . Tyson Granger." He smirked at Tyson.
Tyson eyes widened. I don't like how he said my name . . . Or how he's looking at me. Something's not right.
"But they're only first years! What makes them so special?!"
"Yeah! I bet I could take them out by myself!"
The students started complaining.
"If you do not believe me, then maybe he can convince you himself!" Voltaire shoved Tyson forward. The bluenette stumbled and caught himself. He was standing in front of the entire school. Alone. He looked around at all of the angry faces. Was the headmaster offering him up?!
"Heh! I'll show this punk!" a big teen with sandy blond hair stepped forward.
"Show him whose boss, Dunga!" a girl with dark hair and green eyes cried.
"Bet on it!" The boy called Dunga lunged at the bluenette, who stepped to the side at the last second.
"H-hold on a minute! Can we talk about this?!" Tyson held up his arms to try and calm the larger teen. Dunga lunged at him again but missed. This time the bluenette tripped and fell to the floor. The taller boy grinned at him darkly.
"Any last words?" He slowly moved towards the smaller boy.
"Yeah! Don't make me stressed!"
Dunga paused, and the other students looked confused. "Don't make you . . . stressed? What's that supposed to mean?" He grabbed the bluenette's shirt and lifted him up.
"I'm serious! Stop now or I won't be able to . . . to . . ." Tyson's pupils disappeared, and his eyes glowed with a blue color. He gave Dunga a deadly glare. "Release me at once, or feel my wrath," his voice echoed.
"W-what is this?! Some kind of trick?!" Dunga roared.
"I'm not in the mood for tricks. This is your last chance. Release me."
"Ha ha ha! And if I refuse?"
"I feel sorry for you."
"Huh?"
A sudden blast of wind burst forth from the bluenette's body, causing Dunga to cry out in pain and fall. Tyson leaned over the taller boy on the ground and grinned. "Did you learn your lesson?" Dunga nodded furiously. "Good." Tyson closed his eyes and stumbled back. Before he could hit the ground a pair of strong arms caught him. "Wha?" He looked up to see the one Voltaire had called Kai. He smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Kai . . ." The dual haired teen smiled softly, and Tyson felt safe. He closed his eyes slowly and drifted off to sleep.
Oh yeah, this was definitely going to be an interesting year at Fate's Battalion School for the Gifted.
Mint: Ta-da!
Tyson and Max: Whoa . . . (Claps)
Mint: Thank you, thank you! (Bows)
Kai: It wasn't that great.
Ray: Yeah.
Mint: (Snickers) You're just mad because I haven't given you guys more alone time. You know . . . There're a few spare empty rooms over there. (Points to the rooms)
Kai and Tyson: (Rushes into one room)
Ray and Max: (Rushes into the other room)
Mint: (O.O) (Hears moaning) Uh . . . Stop distracting me!
Bladebreakers: (Yells from the rooms) We're busy here!
Mint: (O///O) Please review before leaving! Happy Thanksgiving!