Heart of Darkness
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Chappie 10
/In the stands/
"Not bad beyblading."
"I've seen better, well, I've seen them play better."
"Shall we go now?"
"We wait until the finals, and then we can have our little exhibition match."
"But I think Kai may have spotted us."
"It doesn't matter. Kai won't say anything, he never does."
"That's not how I remember him."
"You wouldn't, would you? Ugh, let's get out of these seats; Lord only knows when they were last cleaned."
"Hehe . . ."
/Back in the Bladebreaker's locker room/
When the victorious team returned to their room, Mr. Dickenson was already awaiting their arrival. "Well done, kids!" The old man applauded as they entered. "One battle down, 3 more to go!"
"Thank you, sir. I just want to say thanks for entering us in this-" Kenny began, before Tyson barged past.
"Ah! Mr. D! Where's the food court? I'm starving!"
"Err . . . through the hall . . . and on the left . . ." Mr. Dickenson replied, vaguely remembering what Tyson was like around food.
"Excellent! Call me when we're up!" Tyson said, adjusting his cap and making for the door.
"Tyson, you're appetite will be the death of you, one day." Hilary muttered.
"Why? What's wrong?" Tyson asked.
"Never mind. Go and eat." She sighed.
"You don't have to tell me twice!" He laughed, disappearing out the door.
"Is there something you wanted to tell us, Mr. Dickenson?" Ray asked.
"I just wanted a brief word with Kai, that's all." He explained. "Kai, if you'd step outside for a moment?" Kai followed the old man out, and closed the door behind them.
"D'ya think its important?" Max asked.
"Who knows when it comes to Kai?" Kenny sighed. The five Bladebreakers shuffled about in an awkward silence, before Hilary clapped her hands. "So, Chief, who's blading in the quarter finals?" She asked, in an effort to lighten the mood.
"Ah, yes!" The Chief smiled happily. "Our next opponents, the Tsunami Waves, are going to be tough to beat. Mr. Dickenson brought in some tough bladers, no matter how much he tries to deny it. Max, you'll be beyblading first, you're fresh, which gives us an advantage. Tyson will blade second." Kenny explained. "I know Tyson doesn't usually blade in the second match, but this switch might add the element of surprise, so we should take the upper hand. Ray, again, will finish things off in the third battle."
"Alright!" Max cheered, eager to spin. "When Kai's done talking to Mr. Dickenson we should find Tyson, and make sure he doesn't over-eat."
"Good idea. Remember what happened back in the American tournament?" Ray asked, remembering what had happened to Tyson then.
"Hehe, yeah. We definitely do not want a repeat of that incident." Kenny sighed.
The door opened, and Kai walked back in, followed by Mr. Dickenson. He brushed his moustache down and grinned to himself. Ray noticed this immediately. "What have you been up to?" He asked. The team were all too aware of the pranks their sponsor was capable of. "Oh nothing, nothing!" Mr. Dickenson laughed. "You'd better get to Tyson; you'll be called up any minute now." The old man continued grinning to himself mischievously as he left the locker room.
"Kai?" Hilary asked.
"Like Mr. Dickenson said, it's nothing." Kai answered. "Kenny, let me blade in the finals." He asked.
"Sure, Kai, I had you on the line-up for both the Semis and the Finals anyway." The Chief replied.
"Good." Kai nodded.
"Why do you want to blade then?" Rhea asked. Kai simply snorted to himself, not wanting to answer.
"Let's get Tyson." Kenny said, leading the way.
Rhea walked next to Ray, and the others were up front. "Why does he have to be so distant all the time?" She asked him.
"Kai? He . . . had a rough past." Ray answered, choosing his words carefully.
"Rough past?" She asked innocently. 'It'll be good to see how much they know.'
"It's not really my place to say, Rhea, but . . . I suppose you should know. Kai grew up in Russia, and trained to be a beyblader in an underground abbey run by a man called Boris." He explained, missing out a lot of the details. Rhea could not suppress a shudder when she heard the name."Heard of him?" Ray asked, noticing her movements. Rhea remained silent, intent on studying the floor where she was walking. "Let me put it this way." Ray said, "Boris and the abbey . . . didn't always have Kai's best interests at heart . . . if you know what I mean." He sighed.
They were broken out of their thoughts by the noise of the food court, and to Rhea's surprise, it brought a welcome distraction. The main noise of the room was Tyson's name being called out by Hilary and Kenny.
"We haven't been called out yet!" Tyson moaned.
"No, but by the time we do you'll be too stuffed to beybattle!" Kenny argued.
"No way! Never happen! Not in a million years!" Tyson laughed, eyeing the buffet table.
"Don't even think about it!" Hilary growled, catching his eye.
"Alright, alright, fine. When am I blading, Chief?" Tyson asked.
"Second match." Kenny told him.
"That's decades away!" Tyson huffed.
"Would the two teams participating in the quarter finals please approach the stadium floor." The voice rang out from the speakers again. "I repeat . . ."
"See? It's closer than you think." Kenny laughed. "We'd better get a move on."
The team entered the stadium, and sat on the team bench, as above, the crowd were finding their own seats. "Much earlier!" Kenny smiled. "Now we have a bit of extra time to prepare." He smiled, opening his laptop again.
While most of the team had gathered round Kenny and his laptop, Rhea watched Kai. She noticed he took one glance into the stadium, and then looked at her. She understood what he wanted, and looked into the crowds of people. She immediately found two pairs of eyes watching her, one was a deep red, and the other pair was lavender. 'I know you.' Rhea thought to herself. 'What are you doing here, I wonder?'
I'm sorry that Chappie was a bit short, I know its kind of obvious who the people in the stands are, err . . . mystery solved, I guess! Hehe . . . keep reviewing! Muchas Gracias!
