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Disclaimer: See last chapter, please.
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Ch. 3: Preliminaries?! What?!
I continued to see the black warrior slaughtering someone. I was in a cage, trying to burst free, but no avail. We were in Megalo Station in some arena. There was Nack, lying on the floor. Was he dead? No, he got up. Blood was coming from a wound on his chest. Sick laughter was belted out from the black warrior, and he slashed his sword back inside Nack. Nack fell over, dead.
Tomo suddenly appeared, but Nack dissapeared. She shouted something at him. Howl and Team Virtex were with her, but what about the black warrior's teammates, Durza and Stream? Tomo charged at him, but the warrior dissapeared. He reappeared, slicing his sword through Raine's wings. Her screams echoed along my own.
And I woke up.
I gasped, clutching my chest, wide-eyed and gaping. I looked over at the alarm clock: 7:47. I sighed, heaving in bigger breaths. Did I wake up screaming? I can't remember. I do recall having a large headache for some time. My heartbeat increased a twenty-fold at least. Yawning, I pulled on my jacket and helmet. I stared at myself in the mirror: Dazed and sleepy with my eyelids drooping.
"Stupid mirror doesn't know nothin'," I thought, glaring at my boorish reflection.
Lazily, I went to the closet and pulled out the red kunai knife Espio gave me just before I went back to life. It glowed black for a few seconds before changing back to normal. The black color was the same as the fabric on the warrior's robes. Coincidence? I'm not so sure since it was very early in the morning. I'm used to arousing myself around nine. Too early for this honeybee. The knife flashed back to red, and I shrugged, ignoring the omen.
I should've listened.
I yanked on my shoes, socks, and now fingerless grey gloves. Stretching, I hovered over to the girls' room. Tomo and Kiba were already awake, and I found them outside eating cereal. There was a bowl for me.
"Cheerios? How racist," I said, plopping down next to them.
"Only thing they got here, Charmy," Kiba replied, taking in another spoonful.
Tomo stared at her bowl. It was half-empty. "I'm...I'm not so hungry." She stood up, saying, "I need to talk to the Dynamite Gang for a few minutes. I'll be back whenever."
"Whenever?" Kiba repeated, holding the spoon in her mouth. "What's that mean?"
Not replying, Tomo performed a teleportation jutsu and vanished. The same sadness that clouded her from before was still hovering like a bad smell.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked, eating my Cheerios.
The panda shrugged. "Same thing happened yesterday with you, remember?"
I nodded; my headache was starting to go away from the food. "Sure do. What did she mean by that I shouldn't turn out like her?"
Kiba stared at me, curiously. She inspected me like that time when we first met at Twinkle Park. She snapped out of her trance, whispering, "Dunno, kid, but we should be on our toes in this competition."
"Time to rock n' roll!" I jeered, slurping down my cereal.
"My, aren't you so happy?" a voice behind me spoke. The black warrior.
I glared at him. "Whaddya want, freak?"
The black warrior's arms immediately folded after the insult. He gave me a strange vibe that he could kill me at any given moment. Without any reason why he lurched into the air and leaped over me, running away. However, the way his piercing eyes shone directly on me would never, ever, ever leave my mind.
My comrade stared wide-eyed at his path, like he was a ghost or something. Casper, the friendliest ghost, the friend-...Okay, I'll stop. Sorry, but I love that movie! Anyway. Kiba looked at me, asking if I was okay.
Nodding, my headache returned. "I'm gonna go find..." I didn't finish my sentence. I just...bolted. Kiba was left in the dust as I flew away.
The wind was very refreashing. The skies were my home, no matter what anyway said. I smiled, zooming over the cherry blossoms trees. Basking myself in their light, I inhaled their pleasant aroma. Crawling into the highest branch, I could see a team coming directly for me: Team Rose. They were picking flowers, but something wasn't right: Big was absent, but was replaced by Rouge.
Cream was making flower crowns for them by picking the flowers off from the cherry blossom trees. I smiled down at them, but I didn't want to be disturbed at that moment. But, this was Cream we are talking about. Cream of the crop! Heh, that's a pun right there.
Boldly, I flew down and landed right in front of them. Shyly, I waved to them. Becoming older, I noticed that I was getting a little shy around girls my age. Older girls like Kiba and Wave were no problem for me.
Cream gasped and hugged me tightly. She wore an orange tank top with matching shorts and shoes. On her head was a visor. "Charmy, it's been so long since I have last seen you!"
"Yeah! And none of you wrote to me in six freaking months!" I thought aggravited enough today. However, I remained calm and composed, greeting everyone.
Rouge patted my head. She wore a loose, black shirt that revealed some of her stomach and cleavage with matching pants with white flowers at the ends. Amy wore a similar attire to the batgirl, but was pink shirt, red flamboyant pants. After exchanging many greetings and memories, I noticed Cream gave me a flower bracelet. I smiled, eagerly accepting my present.
"I hope you have fun in the race, Charmy," Rouge whispered. She took my hand and kissed it, similar to the way of a gentleman. Or his new husband, Knuckles. Weird, I know, but hey, love's love right?
"Yeah, but we're gonna blow you all away!" Amy cheered. "Right team?"
"Correct."
Cream nodded, holding her little, now a white Hero Chao with that same red ribbon, Cheese. "We'll be prepared for when we go and do battle."
"Battle?" I repeated, narrowing my eyes on Cream's calm, yet cute complextion.
The rabbit nodded, but stared at me as if I turned into an Omochao that she secretly desired. "The battles are the preliminaries. The eight teams will be divided up. One team versus another in a simple tournament. The first four fights are fist fights between members of the teams. That last four teams must race each other. Funny, right?"
...IS SHE SERIOUS?! A bloody tournament?! I've been riding Extreme Gear for a about two years now, and they decided to throw us in some stupid fighting game! Rubbing my eyes, I moaned in disgust. "Man, that's so stupid. Honestly, we've all been practicing for races, not fightning!" I declared, shaking my fist.
Rouge chuckled. "Well, I guess you're just screwed over, kid."
"Nuh-uh, Kiba, Tomo, and I are totally gonna blow everyone away! We're Team Sakura, and nothin', but nothin' is gonna beat us!"
I was wrong.
A hand was placed over my face, covering my eyes and mouth. I flailed around, accidentaly sticking my finger in the assailant's eye. Turned out to be Knuckles, who was holding his eye in pain, Sonic and Tails. Sonic pointed a finger and laughed at him. Tails greeted me, and we shook hands, symbolizing our friendship. Shyly, he waved to Cream, immediately angering me.
Yes, he likes Cream as well. But I'm not losing to that twin-tailed foxboy! Tails gave Cream a small hug. Making wiry threats to him mentally, I gave an irritated smile. I grabbed his shoulder rather roughly.
"So, you prepped up for the fight?" I asked, digging my fingers into his shoulder.
Tails cringed, but realised that I was raring for a fight and nodded with just as much eagerness. "Just as ready as I will ever be, little bug-boy."
"Bring it, foxy."
Our battle prowess could be seen from anyone. There was fire burning in our eyes. Equality is what bounded us together. We both could fly, fight, and we both pinned for the same little girl, Cream.
Tails removed my hand gingerly. Snickering, he said, "We found out what team we're fighting, and it's not yours. We're fighting that team with no name, the one involving, Goby, Whip, and Dawg."
Sonic smirked. "We already found out who's versing who!"
"Who's who in this?" Rouge asked, staring at Sonic, but her eyes were focused on her husband, Knuckles.
"Team Sakura against Team Robotnik, Team Dynamite against Team Shuriken, Team Rose against Team Virtex," Tails recalled, looking at a shechudle from his shorts' pocket.
"Team...Robotnik? Eggman's involved in this! Great, just when my day couldn't get any worse. And Dynamite versus Shuriken?" I remembered the events that occured last night with Howl in such agony against that black warrior. And Raine. Beautiful, magestic Raine the Butterfly.
Wait, could it be I like her, too? Impossible, but possible. Just wonderful, I like two girls now. Cream and Raine. Both are very pretty with their own cute aspects, but I always wondered where my love life was going. Storm has Kiba, Nack has Tomo, Jet has Wave, Knuckles and Rouge, and Sonic has Amy. That should be the other way around: Amy has Sonic. (Yes, after much deadly drugging, Sonic went out with Amy, and their love is burning. Just watch out for Rector, Sonic. He'll kill you!)
A horn suddenly blared. Broadcasts covered the entire area to each home of the Gearists. "Attention To All Extreme Gearists: Please Report To The Arena In The Center Of Megalo Station. I Repeat..."
I zoned out, anticpating the wondorous events. This was it, moment of truth to arrive or not. Sonic let out a large whoop and flew on ahead. Tails and Knuckles scrambled to catch up with the girls and I leading up with the rear.
I caught up to the Babylon Rogues and Kiba. Tomo was with the Dynamite Gang. She seemed so placid, she was sick. Nack was trying to talk to her, but she refused to answer. Finally, he got fed up and left her. Bean tried to speak, but Tomo just glared at him. Heck, even Bark tried to console her. She and Bark were eternal rivals that lived off bugging each other, like Storm and Wave.
Tomo just walked over to me, sighing. "You okay, kid? Did the black warrior try to harm you?"
I nodded. "Yeah, that freakazoid started to talk to me while I was eating, but than he left! It was so weird. Kiba was there too."
She sighed happily. She smirked. "Well, just don't freak out on us in the fight, got it?"
Smirking back at her, I replied, sarcastically, "You got it, boss."
Tomo belted me on top of the head. "You better!"
Laughing, I begun to realize that Tomo was returning to her normal, cold yet charming self. Tomo looked around. Her eyes were diverted to an announcer coming up: Aikara the Monkey.
Aikara wore a white top with blue shorts, just in case she needed to get out of the way from a dangerous energy blast. Believe me, it happened before when some announcer guy couldn't get out of the way, his butt was Kamehameha'ed so fast, it was like really burnt toast after words. Aikara graciously took the microphone from Tikal, thanking her. She faced the roaring crowd in the arena.
"Helloooo, Extreme Gear fans!" she cried, pumping her fist into the air. "You ready to watch some good ol' fights?"
The crowd cheered louder than before. Cream covered her ears from the extremity of their voices echoing around.
"Well, good. Today, we're going to see the cream of the crop duke it out, but only four teams can actually race. Those four will be the winners of today's, and tommorrow's battles if it gets too late. Now, please, welcome the champs!" Aikara gestured over to Team Dynamite, who stepped onto the stage. "Please welcome the expert and experienced racers and thieves, Team Dynamite! Nack, Bean, and Bark!"
Fans raised banners in their support. One sign even asked for Bean to marry them. Bean gave a peace sign to the fan and winked; the fangirl screamed and fainted. A few medical people dragged her away. Nack smirked at the attention they were getting.
"Nack, since you're the leader, a few words?" Aikara suggested, handing Nack the microphone.
"Thanks, Aikara. Thank you, thank you, loyal fans! To Bean, Bark, and I, this really means something!" Nack grinned. "And if you are wondering where Tomo's at, she's with Team Sakura. She would've been with us, but, eh, this place is messed up to only have three. But still! Thanks for the support, and we're sure to win!" He gave the microphone back to Aikara, thanking her once more.
Aikara chuckled at Nack's statements. "What a team. Next, featuring the one the only, Sonic the Hedgehog! Meet Team Sonic!"
Team Sonic bolted out onto the stage. The arena was in turmoil. Nack glared at the hedgehog, as did almost everyone us on the other teams. Sonic shook hands with Aikara, taking the microphone from her. "Hellooooooooooo!" Sonic screamed into the mic, getting everyone more riled than ever. "Sonic here, with Tails and Knux ready to blow these other wannabe racers away!"
"I beat the first time!" Jet shouted off stage. The crowd laughed.
Sonic growled at him. "At least I didn't cheat."
"At least I use deodorant."
The crowd roared at Sonic's embrassament. Durza filmed the entire charade, while Rector took pictures. Sonic stormed off, angried at his embrassament. Acting fast, Aikara took the microphone, politely asking if Knuckles and Tails wanted to speak. Tails was ready to reply, but Knuckles snagged the microphone. The monkey stamped on his foot for his rude behavior. Knuckles hopped up and down, growling. He dropped the microphone on his other foot and fell to the ground. Tails sighed and dragged him off the stage.
Aikara picked up the microphone, slightly riled. "Sorry about that folks. I don't really like it when others interrupt people. Very rude. Anyway, let's meet the other teams!"
The other teams introduced themselves. Storm finally met Stream, and they went away somewhere with the other Babylon Rogues. Storm refused to let her go. Durza ran after them, but was smacked in the face by Wave's wrench. Our turn was similar to Team Dynamite's entry, except fangirls were cheering for me to "do a barrel roll". What the heck is a barrel roll?
Finally, there was Team Robotnik. No one had ever heard of them before. From the alleyway, they came. Aikara stared at them. They were robots, all three. One was a tall chicken robot, the other was a reformed Burrobot, and the other one was a monkey with a light on it's head. Scratch, Grounder, and that weird monkey thing.
Scratch grabbed the microphone, ignoring Aikara completely. "Where's Dr. Robotnik?! We want to talk to him!" But than he noticed that a camera was on him. He grinned widly. "Ba ha ha ha! How's everyone doing? See, we three robots were thrown on my our creator and daddy, his roundness Robotnik!"
Grounder took the microphone. "Duuh, yeah! Da' boss was really mean and kicked us three outta da' HQ! We was replaced with some 'bots called, duh, what were 'dey called again, Coconuts?"
Cocobuts growled at his retarded comrade's idiocy. "Decoe and Bocoe! We found out that Robotnik was hosting out money for this tournament, and we decided to register for revenge!"
Two of the three robots glared at the camera, making the cameraman shiver. That's until Grounder came up and stuck his drill by the camera and waved fiercly. The cameraman barked at him, and the crowd had the gall to giggle. Scratch slapped his partner over the head, insulting his "genious ways". Coconuts sighed and stormed off the stage quickly for a little guy. Scratch and Grounder followed, with them arguing the whole way.
Aikara stared at their departure. "Um, what a nice team...of former Robotnik employees. Well, with the introductions done with, let's get this show on the road!"
The crowd cheered loudly, seeming to forget Team Robotnik's antics. All of the teams assembled, their gears positioned under their arms. Aikara pressed a button on the end of her microphone. The monkey smiled, watching as a large monitor came down. "And without further ado, let's take a look at the first rounds!"
The monitor illuminated with light. A few seconds later after some static was a tournament process with lines next to each names. The lines intertwined until they reached one point: Winner. Team Dynamite and Team Shuriken's name illuminated in the light.
"Alright, if everyone will leave the stage and go to the rooms from the stairs, they can watch the fight. Team Dynamite and Team Shuriken, choose your first fighters. The fights will be best of three, okay?"
We all went upstairs, except for the two teams. Stream looked timid, but her complextion appeared very confident, like Durza and Team Dynamite. The black warrior just glared at Nack, who cocked an eyebrow at him. We all went upstairs, awaiting the fight.
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Ch 4: Dynamite Versus Shuriken!
