Warnings: Some language and violence. Yaoi warning. Don't like, don't read.
Author: Brooklyn Peayl
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I do own the OC's. I have no intention of making a prophet of this, I write for the soul purpose of writing alone.
Summary: What happens when Mr. Dickenson brings the Bladebreakers a new captain and Kai has to step down? And, what if this new captain is a girl who Kai knows from the Abbey?
Side note: I have altered some things so they'll flow better. Including the characters in the team--meaning, I have added an extra member to it instead of Hilary. Sorry, Hilary fans, but she annoys me :)
A/N: Okay, wow. This took ages too. I'm sorrrrrryyy ;-; I've had so many mental blocks as of late and I've been helping my friend with her story. Then I kind of blew shit off… including this. :[ And schoolwork D so don't worry, Fanfiction is now my numero uno priority so that I can get things updated.
….I know how I promised a picture of Cal and all, but I have no talent as an artist, so it's taking a biiiiiit longer than I anticipated so if you could bear with me? Although, I'm sure you can all make due without it.
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OMN. POV
Tati didn't know what was working her nerves more. The alarm blaring in her ear, or the noise being generated downstairs. From what she heard, Hiro was already up and yelling at Tyson, who more than likely took food or something, and Max trying to defend his friend.
She eventually mustered up the energy to slam her palm on the black box that she could swear hadn't been that close to her ear last night. The black haired girl sat up and ran her hand through the dark tresses and stifled a yawn, which poked through her lips anyway. With a grumble, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood, stretching ever so slightly to pull out the kinks in her back that the new mattress had yet to accommodate.
A knock on the door made her jump slightly and she spun around to see the white haired blader pushing the door open.
Caliban was holding a plate with leftover pizza, a cinnamon roll, and a few waffles with syrup and whipped cream on top all surrounded by fruits.
Tati lifted both eyebrows in confusion and pointed to the tray.
"What's all that for?"
The silver eyed girl looked up and kicked the door shut ever so gently behind her.
"You. I thought you'd be hungry when you got up, seeing as the pig ate everything."
"Is that what's going on downstairs?"
Cal smirked and set the tray on the foot of my bed before picking off a strawberry. "More or less. Apparently, Hiro woke up to the lovely sounds of not only birds chirping, but them screaming at Tyson when he tried to take their eggs. He's really not that bright, is he?"
"No way." Tati gasped, following her lead and working on the fruit. "You're making stuff up."
She shook her head. "No, I assure you. Tyson fell out of the tree and managed to catch a branch and send it sailing through Hiro's bedroom window."
Tati's jaw dropped and she shook her head in mock sympathy.
"He's such an idiot sometimes."
"Indeed." She stood up then, picking off one last strawberry and heading back to the door. "Get ready and eat up. We have a lot to do today."
"We do?"
She nodded and opened the door. "Today's the meeting we're attending. Find some nice clothes. It's not formal, but Mr. Dickenson asked we dress nicely and presentably."
Tati nodded, remembering, and smiled. "Alright."
Without another word, Caliban pulled the door shut and made her way down the stairs.
Yelling still loud and clear, she rolled her eyes and continued down the stairs that lead to the kitchen. She had grabbed food when Tyson wasn't looking and decided to run it up to Tati so the girl wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to get breakfast. The silver eyed girl figured she could just decapitate Tyson if he tried to deprive her of food.
Hiro paused in his ranting when she entered, still frustrated, but knowing where (read: who) to aim it at.
"Morning, Caliban." He said, gesturing to the food. "Take what you like. There's plenty."
Tyson folded his arms.
"Why do you take everyone's side but mine?!" The blunette asked, raving at his older brother almost comically.
"Because everyone other than you is right!" Hiro growled back, towering over the shorter brother. "I'm not kidding when I say I want you to foot the bill to replace my window."
By now, Tala and Bryan had been awoken by the noise and came down to see what it was. The red head spotted Cal sitting at the table, reading a book in attempts to drown out the noise the Granger brothers generated, and took a seat beside her.
She looked up from the novel and offered a small smirk, which was returned.
".:Did you sleep well?:." Tala asked as he heard and felt Bryan move behind him, taking that seat.
".:Surprisingly.:." She answered, jabbing a piece of fruit with her fork and popping it in her mouth. ".:Yourselves?:." Tala caught the innuendo and blushed slightly, laughing aloud.
".:You're too much. And you jump to conclusions.:." He managed between laughter.
She shook her head and looked back to the pages. ".:If I'm 'too much', then you're too easy.:." She grinned when he pushed at her shoulder, glaring.
By now, the entire house had woken up and began making their way into the kitchen, all yawning and stretching while making the trek.
Ray had come in after Tala and Bryan, taking a seat across from the three Russians and watching the display of fireworks fly back and fourth between brothers. He shook his head in mirth and suppressed laughter when he heard the reason for the argument and looked to Tala to see if he had actually heard what he thought.
Once receiving a nod, he smiled and looked back to Tyson and Hiro bicker it out.
Max gave up on helping and decided to get some breakfast before the youngest Granger decided it was time he take a pit stop in their fight for some much-needed food. He sat beside Ray and the neko-jin threw the blond a pity glance, smiling in understanding.
Kai walked in next, obviously put off by the loud disturbance and grumbled as he took the only other seat next to Caliban. She offered him some of her fruit and he gratefully accepted it, reading over her shoulder when she resorted back to reading her way out of the confrontation.
The dark haired girl stepped into the kitchen with the used dishes and dropped them neatly into the sink. She slid into the seat next to Ray, across from Cal, and smirked at the white haired girl when she shot Tati an exasperated look.
"Don't worry, these all end the same way."
Ray and Max nodded to Tati and Cal quirked a brow.
"Tyson always ends up mad," Ray began.
"Hiro always wins," Max said, taking a bite of his syrup-drenched waffle.
"And we always have to do the dishes," Tati concluded, earning a smirk from the white haired fox.
"I see." She set her book down, remembering the page she left off on, and stood. "Hurry up and get ready to go. We have the meeting today."
Kai looked up at her. ".:Are you going to tell Mr. Dickenson that you are now captain?:."
".:I plan to.:."
"Hey!" Tati pouted. "No fair, you guys all know Russian and you're speaking it just to keep us out of the conversation!"
Tyson, who overheard some, looked over and glowered. "Yeah! What if you were talking about us and we didn't even know it?!"
Caliban rolled her eyes. "Trust me, if I wanted to say something mean about you, I'd say it to your face so I can see the look on it when you try not to cry." She looked to the eldest Granger. "Mr. Dickenson also informed me that I should extend the invite for you come along. Something about a good demonstration of leadership or something lame-assed like that."
Hiro quirked a brow, but nodded, pulling out a glass out of a cupboard to fill with water.
"Sure. I'll escort you guys down and play chaperone." He grinned mockingly.
The silver-eyed Russian smirked and waved him off. "Just don't play coach." With that, she made her way back up the staircase, pulling the white locks into an immaculately neat ponytail as she disappeared up the stairs.
The Dragoon blader scoffed. "What's her problem?"
"You." Three Russians chorused, earning a smirk from the eldest Granger.
Tyson wasn't sure which concerned him more, that they had just spoken the exact same word at the exact same time, or the fact that all Russians seemed to be pitted against him. Not to mention his very own brother as well.
He looked around to see Ray and Tati both holding back laughter and Max shaking his head, trying to conceal the wide smirk on his face.
"It's not funny!" He wailed, slamming his hands on the table.
"Actually," Tala corrected, grinning madly, "it's quite hysterical. If I do say so myself."
Bryan took a different approach to show his amusement and had a gleam Tyson had come to know and fear. Deep in the lavender eyes, sadistic intent flashed wickedly and the Granger gulped, averting his eyes to Kai.
The two-toned blunette was the least open about it, but was definitely dying of laughter inside. He had a calm face, lacking any emotion whatsoever working in both Tyson's benefit and downfall.
"…I think I'll skip breakfast today." He muttered as he near ran out of the room.
Tati, Tala, Ray, Max and Hiro all shared a gasp, watching him leave in disbelief. Bryan shrugged, pulling a waffle onto his plate and muttering a 'more for me'.
Kai shook his head and took a drink from his glass. "He'll be back."
x-x-x-x-x-x
They sat at the largest table in the conference room, dimly lit and rounded for more area to fit tables and chairs. A large, plump man stood on a foot-high stage with much better lighting and a podium placed not too far away. Behind him, a long white projection screen held pictures of previous tournaments and battles.
Along the walls, candle-looking lamps sat dimmed to their lowest setting to give the head of the room more emphasis.
The floors were a deep maroon carpet that seemed to be able to withstand years of abuse and neglect and still shimmer with brilliance it was manufactured for. All the tables in the room were circular, but smaller than the one sitting in the center of the front, the other pinnacle of attention. Each table had a gold colored tablecloth placed on top of it with clear glasses in every place, filled to the brim with water.
A total number of about seven other tables sat in the room, each housing one new team. They sat arranged to rank from Capitan to subordinates, all intent on Mr. Dickenson.
But at the table consisting of Bladebreakers and Blitzkrieg Boys, they sat with their friends, all whispering amongst each other, commenting on some of the pictures shown.
Inevitably, most of them were of Tyson and his remarkable bitbeast fighting diligently for victory.
All of the new teams and their members recognized each blader at the center table. All but one.
The silver-eyed Russian sat with her arms crossed, eyes focused on Mr. Dickenson, though she was not listening. Feeling scrutinizing stares piercing into her, she refused to meet any of the gazes because she simply lacked interest.
Mr. Dickenson gave the crowd a large smile and wove his chubby fingers together. "Now, does anyone have any questions?"
"Yeah," All the eyes in the room moved to a table farther to the back where a boy stood, hand in the air. "When do we get to beybattle?" He asked enthusiastically, earning applause and cheers from the other audience members.
Once the adrenaline coursed through the mob, other questions began flying.
"We should battle now!"
"With the Bladebreakers!"
"And Blitzkrieg Boys!"
"I call Tyson!"
"I call Max!"
"Who the hell are they? With the Bladebreakers?"
The room fell silent as the last one was shouted over the others. Eyes moved expectantly to and fro Mr. Dickenson and Caliban, though she still had not looked away from him.
He let another smile seep into his features and motioned to the white haired girl. "I was hoping someone would ask that." He cleared his throat and waved his hands for everyone to sit and pay attention again. "I asked the Bladebreakers to make an appearance today because, not only did they win the championships, they also have two new members recruited." Now, he waved at the girls to come up onto the stage.
Tati rose quickly and a few of the bladers recognized her as she approached the stage.
"Hey, isn't that Jedel? T… T-something?" One audience member voiced, some other members nodding and grunting in agreement.
"Tati." Mr. Dickenson smiled in polite correction.
She blushed and nodded to the audience. "Hello everyone." The bronze skinned girl stood beside him, waving at the small crowd with trace amounts of nervousness in her smile.
The chairman moved his eyes to the other new member who had yet to get up. With an indignant sigh, the white haired girl rose from her seat, walking up to the stage as well.
No one said a word as she looked over the crowd, obviously unimpressed.
"This is Miss Caliban." He introduced, smiling again. "She is the new captain of the Bladebreakers."
"What?!"
"What about Kai!?"
"Oh no! Kai-san! Is he still part of the team?!"
The girl smirked and crossed her arms again, shaking her head. She apparently mumbled something, for Tati let out a low giggle and Mr. Dickenson raised a brow.
"What was that?" He asked kindly, looking between the girls.
Caliban didn't respond, so Tati seized the opportunity.
"She said 'I hope these people are as loyal to their team as they are to Kai'."
Every member who had shouted out fell silent and flushed at her no-doubt accurate observation.
She smirked again, knowingly, and walked off the stage. Tati followed suit, waving to all the new teams and wishing them luck in the up coming tournament.
When the two girls sat back down, they were well aware of every one's stares still on them. Caliban looked to Kai and almost laughed when she saw the tinge of red on his cheeks.
".:Careful, now. Your fangirls just might be your opponents from here on out.:." She said, looking back to Mr. Dickenson who was now trying to regain the room's attention.
".:That's what I was afraid of.:." He muttered, closing his eyes and crossing his arms.
Tala gave her smirk and held out a balled fist to her. She made one of her own and smacked it into his knuckles, making his smirk widen. ".:And this is why I love you, Cali.:."
"You two are idiots." Kai muttered, still in his usual Kai-pose.
Both grinned and Tala pulled him into a headlock and mussed his hair.
".:You know you love us too.:." The silver eyed girl noted, laughing at the scene.
The blunette managed to pull free and smashed his fist into the red head's arm, no doubt going to leave a bruise. ".:I fail to see why or how that is, but yes. It's true.:."
Max laughed and shook his head. "I have no idea what they said, but where would we be without them?"
"Probably better off." Tyson mumbled, pouting and sinking lower in his seat.
Bryan lifted a brow, but said nothing as they all waited for the meeting to adjourn.
x-x-x-x-x-x
"I still don't see what's so great about her." One of the team captains muttered to another, watching as their members battled it out between others, practicing.
The briefing had let out some ten minuets ago and teams had been paired up to practice the new styles and regulations Mr. Dickenson had spent over an hour telling them about. He also assigned the guest teams to accompany the others for help or questions.
The chairman apparently had other business to attend to, for he left right after the meeting had ended. He was also sure to leave Hiro in charge of overseeing all of the events taking place in the practice room.
Each dish had two teams assigned to it and they had decided to set up their own mini tournament. All the members would get a chance to battle at least once, and the team with the most undefeated members would have a chance to battle the Bladebreakers and two Blitzkrieg Boys.
After that was established, there was no need for inspiring speeches or lingering thoughts to drive the young bladers; a chance to practice with their idols was enough.
"Yeah. She's probably really good, though. I mean, to take Kai's spot." The other shrugged, wincing as his fellow teammate's blade was tossed from the dish.
"I suppose." He held his hand out to his new acquaintance and the other shook it gratefully. "Nice meeting you, Jose."
The one named Jose smiled and nodded. "You too, Jim. I look forward to getting you back for your win, though."
"Same here." He laughed and walked off, beckoning his team to follow.
Tala sat beside Caliban who boredly kicked at the puddle of water one of the bladers splashed out of the dish during a match. The red head was the only one, other than Cal, who remained in the gym to help Hiro keep an eye on the new teams. Kai had taken the rest of the Bladebreakers and Bryan into the upper loft to 'train' while they worked out a winning team for them to battle.
".:What do you think? This will be your first actual tournament. Nervous?:." The red haired Russian was seated on a rectangular table in the far end of the room where they stored spare equipment.
She gave him a 'spare me' look and he held up his hands defensively.
".:I was just asking.:." She shook her head at his smirk and looked back to the bladers. ".:What are you thinking?:." He asked after a short moment of silence.
Caliban looked over to him to find him looking away at the match being held closest to them.
One of the blades, a light blue one, was spinning out of control from being launched badly. The owner of the blade was well aware of her mess-up, but tried to keep her composure as the other black blade pelted into hers mercilessly. Metal ground against metal, causing her to visibly wince and drop her head so that dark hair covered her eyes.
".:That this is pointless.:." She muttered, leaping off the table to stride over to the dish.
Her presence did not go unnoticed and all the people grouped around the commotion looked up to shoot her a questioning glance. She didn't even acknowledge them.
Instead, she stood beside the nervous girl and pointed to her blade.
"Call it back and re-launch." The girl looked up to the white haired Russian in confusion. "Where is your Captain?" Caliban asked coldly. The dark haired teen pointed to another girl across the way on the other side of the gym, talking to one of the younger looking bladers.
She nodded and strode off in the direction the other had pointed in. The Captain looked away from her conversation and lifted a brow.
"You're that new Team Captain for the Bladebreakers?"
"Your team does not know how to properly launch." She noted, ignoring the first question.
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
Caliban shrugged. "I could really care less if you and your team knew the difference between a ripcord and a piece of string, but I know that if you do not properly show that girl how to launch her Beyblade, your team will be dropped in the preliminary round."
The other girl glared at the Russian and she stepped forward, shoving her shoulder. "I don't give a damn who you are or where you came from, but you took Kai-san's spot and now you're preaching to me how to teach my team?" The silver eyed girl shrugged again, causing the other to growl. "I, Kinka LeMonte, refuse to let you tell me what to do!" She shrieked, gathering attention from other dishes.
Cal smirked amusedly and let Kinka shove her again.
"Well?! Say something! Fight back!" She yelled, shoving her shoulder repeatedly, growing more and more infuriated by the way Caliban was grinning.
"I, unlike you, know my skill level and do not go blowing hot air out of my sunshine-pumped ass." She grabbed Kinka's wrist when she tried to push her again. "And, also unlike you, I know how to coach a team. That is how I got the position I currently hold. But frankly, I can't bring myself to give a damn weather you take action on properly teaching someone something so trivial, it's hysterical." She leaned in to whisper to the other, well aware that now all eyes were on the two, "Despite all the bad air now between us, I'll give you a piece of advice. Captain to Captain. It's not my decision what happens with your team, but a gracious leader will take all criticism as if it were praise to heart so that they can improve not only themselves, but their team as well." She roughly released Kinka and the girl took a step away.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Caliban turned to walk away, already a ways down before glancing over her shoulder and smirking maliciously. "I don't know. It might be the motherly instinct in me trying to help out a fellow blader." She looked away again and started back toward Tala. "Or it could be the fact that it's just more fun to beat people who only think they have a chance at winning. Who knows? Again, I'll leave that one up to you."
x-x-x-x-x-x-x
Kai growled at the scene before him, wishing that he wasn't as well known as he is.
The winners of the mini-tournament were a team of six, four boys and two girls. Each varied in age and height, but their skill was pretty much the same.
Currently, the two female team members were fighting over who would get to battle the infamous blunette. Neither really showed any hope of winning the argument.
After Caliban's little show, other members were asking for hers and Tala's critiques on blading styles and launching methods. The silver eyed girl refused to give help, but Tala succumbed to a few requests and let them battle each other with his suggestions.
The team captain picked Tyson to battle and theirs had already begun. The team had wanted to use the largest dish for all the matches, so they agreed to take it one battle at a time. While they were going at it, the other match ups had been arranged, all in the time it took to sort out one match that hadn't actually been decided yet.
Max was going to battle Zach, a young and feisty kid who had a little lacking in the brains department while that compensated for his ego (a/n: …think Diachi.)
Bryan had been picked by Mikey, obviously not intimidated by the lavender blader's crunchy exterior. But his common sense deficiency had predetermined the outcome of the match.
Joseph, cunning, but foolish, (a/n: sensing a pattern here? YES! It is Brooklyn's lack of creativeness!) picked to go up against Caliban.
Tala was picked by probably the most sensible on the team, the Captain Peter. He didn't brag or boast, or say much of anything at all, but he looked utterly pitiful and venerable to the red haired Russian.
Tyson walked away victorious and slapped Max and Ray a high-five. They both complied and held up opposite hands so that they all did so at the same time. The Dragoon blader spun on his heel in a slight dance, bobbing his head to no music and snapping his fingers. Ray nudged him when he received a glare from the silver eyed girl and lifted a brow. "Oh come on, what now?"
She shook her head and pointed to the dish. "Congratulate your opponent on a good fight."
He gaped. "You're not serious?"
"Quite."
He rolled his eyes, but did as he was told half-heartedly, earning another set of glares from both Caliban and his opponent who took offence to the half assed gesture.
"What the hell, Caliban?! He hates me now!"
"Good. Lesson learned. Don't be a braggart." She smirked smugly.
The other matches were much quicker and with less effort seeing as Tyson did more showing off then actually bey battling.
Max won his match against Zach. He shook hands with the other, this time with full enthusiasm. Bryan finished Mikey even faster than Max had Zach and simply walked back to the Bladebreaker's side of the dish, awaiting Caliban's victory. She, inevitably, won at about the same speed Bryan had. Although, unlike her purple counterpart, she shook hands with Joseph and gave him advice about his own stance and how to correct it properly and without bodily harm.
Tala, being the gracious (but mostly cocky) person that he is, he gave Peter the match. He didn't put up much of a fight, pretty much just laying flat for Peter to trounce, and smirked to the other and wandered back to his side. When Ray later asked him about it, he insisted that everyone needs a win every now and then.
The battle with Kai was finally worked out, though not without some eminent grudge holding for the very near future. A girl named Beth had out-argued her teammate, Jen, and was set to beybattle against Kai.
He won in the same manner as Bryan and Caliban, quick and without showing off.
After all the matches had been played, the teams began to depart and head back to their hotels or homes. Carpooling was apparent, but the guests Mr. Dickenson requested took their own bus with their own driver back to the lake house some forty minuets away.
Tyson and Max had both fallen asleep on the bus, seeing as the 'tournament' ended around eleven o'clock, but were shaken awake by bumps the dirt roads caused. The blunette cursed mentally and shifted to a more comfortable position to fall back asleep in.
Tati was sitting beside Caliban and chatted at the other about the things Kai had them do in the loft above the gym. The silver eyed girl paid attention to what the tan skinned other said, laughing when she came to the part where he made Tyson run laps for being an idiot.
They reached the lake house shortly after and all piled inside.
Cal directed everyone to their rooms, smirking.
"Get a good night's sleep, everyone. You all did good today."
HAHAHAHA!! A DECENT SIZED CHAPTER!
And it only took... a couple of months haha.
Sorry for the delay, I kept loosing the file and having to start over and over and over and over and over... -sadface-
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