Four Brothers and a Wedding
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A/N: Totally ripped this off a now-showing movie in our country. It's a cross over: Four Sisters and a Wedding x Beyblade. :)
This is AU, since I don't know how to write Bey Battles and all, so I decided just not to write any of that at all and ruin it.
Enjoy!
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Chapter One
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Hikotera Family Dojo
Okinawa, Japan
Tyson Granger lifted his straw sword and inhaled. He was concentrating his chi on this one last attack on Yamato, who was his student for three months now. His dark hair was a complete mess without his favorite cap but it didn't suit his plain white kimono. "Prepare yourself." He seethed before he leaped towards Yamato who was raising his own straw sword to defend himself.
A loud THWACK was heard as the swords collided. Yamato grunted as he pushed all his forced onto the sword. "Argh!" He let out as he pushed Tyson back by a few inches. "I'm – huff – not going to be – huff – defeated!" He leaped back away from Tyson to collect his thoughts before he shifted into attack position and leaped towards Tyson, who was prepared for his attack.
Tyson rolled under Yamato and avoided the attack. Swiftly he turned back and landed his straw sword on Yamato's shoulder. "You have to do better than that!" He exclaimed as Yamato fell on the mat with an 'Oof'.
Tyson smirked as he stared at Yamato's form. "Up on your feet, Yamato." He said, "Come on. You need to defeat me in order to advance your level."
Yamato groaned and glared at Tyson. Then he grinned, "Maybe tomorrow."
Tyson's shoulders slumped. "What? You little piece of sh-"
"TYSON!" A female shriek came from the other side of the sliding doors. It opened revealing a flushed Hilary. She had a phone in her hands. "It's your mother. She insists on speaking to you."
"Now?" Tyson groaned as he helped Yamato to his feet. He patted the kid's shoulders. "You improved a lot today. Good job!" He gave him a thumbs up.
Yamato grinned back before he ran out of the room.
"Here, take the phone." Hilary said, handing the phone to Tyson. Unlike Tyson, she was wearing modern clothes - a pink blouse and jeans. She had her hair up in a bun.
Tyson took the phone with a sigh. "Thanks, Hil." He placed the phone over his ear, "Hey mom. Wuzzap? Yeah, I'm in the dojo. I just finished. What is it?"
Hilary bit her lip as she listened to half of the conversation. Ms. Fox already told her the news and she was worried on how Tyson and the others would take it. She told herself to get a grip.
"Who's he? Boyfriend?" Tyson exclaimed into the phone. His face was slowly turning into the color of a tomato. "When did that happen? Why didn't I know about him?"
Hilary flinched when Tyson screamed. "SHE'S GETTING WHAT?!"
"Oh boy." She muttered, smiling.
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Purple Cat Café
Shanghai, China
Rei Kon sat in his usual table by the glass window, over looking the Tsui Kang intersection. He glanced at his wrist watch. She was thirty minutes late. He sighed as he played with his cup of water. Mariah needed to form the habit of being on time. When she arrives, he's going to tell her that he didn't appreciate waiting half an hour for her. He was hungry, and tired.
The soft afternoon sun lit the small café that Rei often finds himself spending four hours of his afternoon in. The atmosphere was relaxing, with foamed comfortable seats, purple walls and a yummy menu of Milk Teas and Sushi. He missed Japan.
Mariah Wong quickly spotted Rei as she hurriedly entered the café. She spent 20 minutes taking pictures of herself that's why she was late. No way in hell was she going to admit that though. She plopped into the seat across Rei, who was glaring at her. She grinned. "I'm so sorry, Rei. I got caught up in traffic." She apologized, which was half true. The traffic was bad on 6th Avenue.
"Really, Mao?" Rei said, rolling his golden eyes which he inherited from his father. "I can't stand waiting half an hour for you everyday."
Mariah flushed. "I'm really really sorry, Rei. I got caught up with something, okay?" She said, sighing. "Why don't we just eat?"
Rei sighed. "Oh, alright." He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. "Wait," He frowned at the caller, "It's mom. You order first, Mao. I'll take this call first."
Mariah smiled. "Alright."
Rei hurried to the bathroom and answered the call. His mom rarely called. He had this stinking feeling in his gut that he won't like what his mom was going to tell him.
"Hello?" He said into the speaker, "Oh hey, mom. What's wrong? I'm fine. Yourself?" Pause. "That guy she's with in her facebook photos? What's his name?" Pause. "Oh really now?" Long pause. "WHAT?"
Mariah glanced at Rei, who looked shaken up, as he got out of the bathroom. She placed a hand on his shoulder, "What's the matter, Rei? Who died?" she asked, frowning.
"Died?" He managed to say, glancing at Mariah.
"Well, your expression is so glum. It's like someone died." She said, raising a brow. She crossed her arms over her chest, making her boobs look a bit bigger. "Okay, what happened?"
Rei grinned goofily before he passed out.
"Oh my God! Rei!" Mariah exclaimed.
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In a hostel, room 421
Frankfurt, Germany
Kai Hiwatari closed the door behind him. He was currently backpacking across Europe. After four days of travel, he decided to rest for a while at a cheap hostel in Frankfurt. It was a simple plain room. White ashen wall. A bed. A table. And a small room as the bathroom.
Kai fell facedown on the bed in exhaustion. He was tired with his travels all over the city for today. He liked Germany. He considered buying a home here as his phone ring. He groaned pushing himself off the bed and into the bathroom.
Completely ignoring the phone.
He sighed as the warm water hit his bare skin. He liked baths. They were refreshing. Quickly he lathered soap into his skin and shampoo into his hair. Beads of water dripped off his toned chest as he got out of the shower with only a towel tied around his hips, he used a smaller towel to dry out his hair.
A knock on the door came.
Slowly, Kai opened the door and raised a brow. It was the hostel's manager. A fat man with a thick Hitler mustache, wearing a plain white button down shirt, jeans and black boats. He smiled warmly at Kai. "Good evening, I don't mean to interrupt." He said, scratching his almost bald head. "But there is a phone call for you downstairs. She sad she's your mother, and it's urgent."
Kai nodded. "I'll be right down."
The man nodded back and walked away.
After putting clothes on, Kai briskly walked to the main lobby. A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at him as he passed her by the hall way. Kai remembered her from last night. He nodded, acknowledging her.
She giggled and waved at him.
Kai grunted as he continued down the hallway. He has always been popular with women. He wasn't interested in having a relationship right now, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have some flings every now and then. He was a man.
The manager spotted him and ushered him towards the phone. "She had been screaming for the past five minutes. I've been trying to calm her down but – " The manager said, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead.
"I got it." Kai said, as he took the phone. He sighed before he said, "Hello? It's Kai." into the receiver.
"How did you find me? I'm fine. What do you want?" Kai snapped but quickly regretted it when his mother jumped into nagging his attitude. "Sorry, I'm busy. Why did you call me?"
Kai listened intently at the news his mother told him between screams and giggles. He froze up when he heard the punch line. "I'm coming home." He said before he placed the phone back in it's place.
"Goddamn it." He cursed as he stalked back to his room.
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Emily's House
Memphis, U.S.A.
Michael Parker smiled smugly as he finished arranging red cups on top of a ping pong board. He turned to the 25 or more people who were all laughing and drinking behind him. He raised both hands up in the air. "Who's up for some Beer Pong?"
The crowd applauded as they gathered around the table. "Do we have any challengers?" Michael said, grinning. "I bet 50 bucks that no one, and I mean no one, can defeat me in this game."
Eddie Wheeler stepped up to the challenge. He was a basketball player. He raised a finger to point at Michael, "You're on!" he said, tossing Michael the small orange ping pong ball. "And because I want to give you an upper hand, because you'll need it, here's the ball."
Michael caught the ball in his hands. He shrugged as he got into position. "Prepare to lose!"
"Bring it on!"
Max Tate grinned as he entered the room, carrying two bottles of Tequila. He placed them on top of the plastic table Emily prepared for the food. He glanced at his friends who were playing beer pong. Michael was going to lose this one.
"Hey, Max." Emily greeted as she walked out of the kitchen's back door, carrying two bowls of chips and popcorn. Max took one of the bowls from her and placed it on top of the table.
"Hey Emily," Max greeted, smiling. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. "Bet you 20 bucks Michael will lose."
Emily giggled. "Alright." She agreed, "Michael doesn't lose that easily."
The two watched the game. It was now Eddie's turn to shoot the ping pong ball into Michael's cups. The crowd started to cheer on Michael. He was greatest beer pong-er in this town.
Steven Jones shuffled out of the crowd and grinned at Emily and Max, who both held a red cup filled with alcoholic drinks. "Hey Emily!" He said, placing an arm around her shoulder, "Great crowd you got here!"
Emily giggled. "I know right?" She took an unused red cup from the table, filled it with the strawberry mix she made an hour before. "Here, have a taste of my masterpiece."
Steven stuck out his tongue before he took a sip. Max chuckled as he took a sip from his own cup. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
It was his mom.
"Be right back, Em!" He said to Emily before he walked towards the corner of the lot, where it was a bit quiter.
"THIS IS WONDERFUL!" Steven exclaimed as he poured some more of Emily's Strawberry mix into his cup.
Max smirked as he placed the phone against his ear. "Hey mom! What's up?" He said, "Oh, I'm over at Emily's. We're having a party. Yeah, I'm fine. We haven't even started drinking. Yeah, I know. I know. Why did you call me?"
Max shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, she mentioned him to me one time. Why? Did he hurt her?" Pause. "Oh? What is it then?"
Max dropped the phone into the grass upon hearing the news. "This is not happening." He said.
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A/N: And that's chapter one. What do you think? :) Please leave a review to let me know!