My Grandpa's Back!
Chapter 2
Tyson let out a grunt as he dropped his suitcase(s) down on the marble floor of Kai's mansion. Looking around, he gasped at the splender of it all. There was a spiraling staircase (gold and white steps and silver rails), and doors as far as the eye could see in ever direction. The hall he was in was of a circular design and led into another normal, but wide hall to the north, just beyond the aforementioned stairs (he was facing NE).
"It is a bit big, isn't it?" Ray commented, mirroring Tyson's own thoughts, though in a more casual way. Like he'd seen many of these.
"Big?! It's huge!" Max practically shouted, his voice echoing slightly. His suitcases and backpack lay on the ground beside him.
"Hey, where's your stuff, Ray?" Tyson asked, just now noticing the addressed was the only one not loaded down with a bunch of personal items. Ray shifted his backpack nervously.
"I don't have that much stuff," he explained, blushing a little. "I left most of it in China. It should be arriving soon." Tyson accepted this excuse and went in the direction the butler pointed him to. Max and Ray hesitated a moment.
"You're poor, aren't you, Ray?" Max whispered, concerned.
"Look," Ray told him, also in a lower-than-normal voice, "My funding from my parents got cut off. I've got my necessities, and two or three outfits. I'll get paid this weekend. It's nothing to worry about."
"Two or three?" Max asked as Ray began toward his room.
"I've got my uniform to add to that," Ray pointed out. Max just shrugged. Poor Ray. He'd never known. He had known the village was in slight poverty, but it had never occured to him that Ray...
"You coming, Max?" Ray called down another hallway (they were staying in a different wing than Tyson). Max had failed to notice that Ray had already walked off. And that far, too.
"Yeah!" Max ran to catch up. "Can't wait to see what the dorms are like." His thoughts captured him as well. Ray... his clothes were always so clean. No one would've noticed. And hygeine never seemed a problem to Ray. He bathed, brushed his teeth, flossed, brushed his hair...did everything like a normal person would do. Who would've guessed?
They reached their rooms, side by side. Ray handed Max his key and was about to open his when he stopped Max. "Don't tell the others, okay?"
This stunned Max. He wouldn't tell anyone anyway. He nodded and went into his room. Ray wouldn't want him to worry, and he himself was okay with the situation. He had it all under control. He had everything he needed and wasn't weighed down with a bunch of crap like Max and Tyson were. Max almost envied his teammate. 'Besides,' Max thought as he changed for practice, 'we've got more important things to worry about. Like the new tournament coming up next month.'
He and Ray met up in the hall and they and Tyson sprinted down to the training grounds. Kai was already there, his balde spinning in the dish. It returned to his hand as soon as he noticed the others' arrival.
"Everything was to our satsfaction!" Tyson joked, pulling out his own blade. Ray reached into his pocket and withdrew from it Driger, as did Max with Draciel.
All three pointed their blades at the dish and counted off. "3! 2! 1! LET IT RIP!" And launched.
Kenny ran down the street, almost angry that he had been excluded from the meeting the day before. He had had so much work to do anyway, that he wouldn't've made it in the first place. Mr. Dickenson had briefed them on its events and the plan was that they, as in all the BladeBreakers (remember, Hilary didn't appear until V-Force), were to stay with Kai. Kenny had arranged it to bring his stuff tomorrow and was now running through Tokyo to get to the mansion in time for practice. He was already late.
"Crap!" he said to himself, as he jogged, clutching Dizzi to his small chest. "If only I had laid off my research until next week, none of this would've happened!" Luckily for him, laptops are meant to be closed during travel (as he was doing now) and Dizzi couldn't add anything to this statement. School began in two weeks, and he was sure as heck gonna finish his entry for the science fair before anyone else could find an excuse to look through his notes and steal his precious ideas.
He made it. He didn't say a word as he slipped through the gates and ran past the butler, through the open door, and what seemed like miles to the "courtyard," meaning training area for Kai. He was all out of breath as he reached them, but didn't wait to catch it before opening Dizzi and recording their current battle royale.
When practice was over, they all went into the dining room (more like dining house!) to eat their long-awaited lunch, especially in Tyson's case.
"So, you staying, too, Chief?" Tyson managed through mouthfuls (translated into shovelfuls).
"Actually, yes," Kenny informed them adjusting his glasses. "And I have some news for you." All attention turned toward the genius prodigy.
"What's up, Kenny?" Ray asked, intrigued.
"I ran through the data of some of the ameteurs in the city..." and went on about how some of them had the potential to be world champs one day and that they should be on their guard and yadda, yadda, yadda. Kai ignored all this and left himself to his thoughts. How did he get stuck with babysitting these losers? Okay, Ray was no pushover, but he was still somewhat like them. He wasn't all that anxious for afternoon training. Or the rest of the summer. Mr. D had been trying to do what was best for him, but he wasn't sure even his teammates would be safe if the worst came to the worst.
Little did any of them know that in a prison in Russia, the bars were broken on one of the cell windows. And a figure was seen darting through the bushes, thought to head out for revenge.
Kohari: Okay, so it was a little lame. Tell me what you think.
Chapter 2
Tyson let out a grunt as he dropped his suitcase(s) down on the marble floor of Kai's mansion. Looking around, he gasped at the splender of it all. There was a spiraling staircase (gold and white steps and silver rails), and doors as far as the eye could see in ever direction. The hall he was in was of a circular design and led into another normal, but wide hall to the north, just beyond the aforementioned stairs (he was facing NE).
"It is a bit big, isn't it?" Ray commented, mirroring Tyson's own thoughts, though in a more casual way. Like he'd seen many of these.
"Big?! It's huge!" Max practically shouted, his voice echoing slightly. His suitcases and backpack lay on the ground beside him.
"Hey, where's your stuff, Ray?" Tyson asked, just now noticing the addressed was the only one not loaded down with a bunch of personal items. Ray shifted his backpack nervously.
"I don't have that much stuff," he explained, blushing a little. "I left most of it in China. It should be arriving soon." Tyson accepted this excuse and went in the direction the butler pointed him to. Max and Ray hesitated a moment.
"You're poor, aren't you, Ray?" Max whispered, concerned.
"Look," Ray told him, also in a lower-than-normal voice, "My funding from my parents got cut off. I've got my necessities, and two or three outfits. I'll get paid this weekend. It's nothing to worry about."
"Two or three?" Max asked as Ray began toward his room.
"I've got my uniform to add to that," Ray pointed out. Max just shrugged. Poor Ray. He'd never known. He had known the village was in slight poverty, but it had never occured to him that Ray...
"You coming, Max?" Ray called down another hallway (they were staying in a different wing than Tyson). Max had failed to notice that Ray had already walked off. And that far, too.
"Yeah!" Max ran to catch up. "Can't wait to see what the dorms are like." His thoughts captured him as well. Ray... his clothes were always so clean. No one would've noticed. And hygeine never seemed a problem to Ray. He bathed, brushed his teeth, flossed, brushed his hair...did everything like a normal person would do. Who would've guessed?
They reached their rooms, side by side. Ray handed Max his key and was about to open his when he stopped Max. "Don't tell the others, okay?"
This stunned Max. He wouldn't tell anyone anyway. He nodded and went into his room. Ray wouldn't want him to worry, and he himself was okay with the situation. He had it all under control. He had everything he needed and wasn't weighed down with a bunch of crap like Max and Tyson were. Max almost envied his teammate. 'Besides,' Max thought as he changed for practice, 'we've got more important things to worry about. Like the new tournament coming up next month.'
He and Ray met up in the hall and they and Tyson sprinted down to the training grounds. Kai was already there, his balde spinning in the dish. It returned to his hand as soon as he noticed the others' arrival.
"Everything was to our satsfaction!" Tyson joked, pulling out his own blade. Ray reached into his pocket and withdrew from it Driger, as did Max with Draciel.
All three pointed their blades at the dish and counted off. "3! 2! 1! LET IT RIP!" And launched.
Kenny ran down the street, almost angry that he had been excluded from the meeting the day before. He had had so much work to do anyway, that he wouldn't've made it in the first place. Mr. Dickenson had briefed them on its events and the plan was that they, as in all the BladeBreakers (remember, Hilary didn't appear until V-Force), were to stay with Kai. Kenny had arranged it to bring his stuff tomorrow and was now running through Tokyo to get to the mansion in time for practice. He was already late.
"Crap!" he said to himself, as he jogged, clutching Dizzi to his small chest. "If only I had laid off my research until next week, none of this would've happened!" Luckily for him, laptops are meant to be closed during travel (as he was doing now) and Dizzi couldn't add anything to this statement. School began in two weeks, and he was sure as heck gonna finish his entry for the science fair before anyone else could find an excuse to look through his notes and steal his precious ideas.
He made it. He didn't say a word as he slipped through the gates and ran past the butler, through the open door, and what seemed like miles to the "courtyard," meaning training area for Kai. He was all out of breath as he reached them, but didn't wait to catch it before opening Dizzi and recording their current battle royale.
When practice was over, they all went into the dining room (more like dining house!) to eat their long-awaited lunch, especially in Tyson's case.
"So, you staying, too, Chief?" Tyson managed through mouthfuls (translated into shovelfuls).
"Actually, yes," Kenny informed them adjusting his glasses. "And I have some news for you." All attention turned toward the genius prodigy.
"What's up, Kenny?" Ray asked, intrigued.
"I ran through the data of some of the ameteurs in the city..." and went on about how some of them had the potential to be world champs one day and that they should be on their guard and yadda, yadda, yadda. Kai ignored all this and left himself to his thoughts. How did he get stuck with babysitting these losers? Okay, Ray was no pushover, but he was still somewhat like them. He wasn't all that anxious for afternoon training. Or the rest of the summer. Mr. D had been trying to do what was best for him, but he wasn't sure even his teammates would be safe if the worst came to the worst.
Little did any of them know that in a prison in Russia, the bars were broken on one of the cell windows. And a figure was seen darting through the bushes, thought to head out for revenge.
Kohari: Okay, so it was a little lame. Tell me what you think.