Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, or Takao Aoki. Hmm...I wonder if he's single...
Hello everyone! So things have calmed down this week. One piece of exciting news...I own a car! Before my aunt left, she sold it to me for $500. So I have a car, but no licence xD Oh well, I have a learner's...one step closer to independence. My daughter is with me this week and she has been awesome. I took her out to the park and cooked an awesome dinner...the day before that, I fed her chocolate cake for dinner...Oh well. Can't be perfect all the time. I've started working out...running sucks.
Also, after being encouraged by many of you, I am an OFFICIAL BETA-READER now. So if any of you need one, you can message me and I'll take a look at at your story!
So funny story about this chapter...I fucked up. I had Tala originally facing both Micheal and Kenny. I had to go back and figure out who Micheal was originally supposed to be up against...it was Mathida. So...because Micheal loses and if he didn't it would fuck up all my pairings...Mathida wins against Micheal. We really didn't get to see Mathida beybattle...so I guess she could, but if going back was possible, I would make the outcome Micheal would win against Mathida. Their beybattle really has ZERO effect on this story, except for fucking up my pairings. Hell I didn't even write that beybattle. But for anyone keeping score...
I also caused a tiny bit of re-writing for the next chapter because of that fuck-up because I am meticulous as fuck. So there we go...you now know the extent of my craziness.
I also made a huge fuck up in the first draft by giving away too much of the plot. So I went back and re-wrote a scene and its so much darker than he original...I'm sorry guys.
Warnings: This chapter made me want to puke writing it...Barf bowl is recommended.
Thank-you to Tyka's Flower, CorynofHoole, Frog, Chibiduo, FlamingIce94, Little A Granger and Beygirl1234 for all the reviews!
Thank-you again Demons of the arch angel for beta-reading for me!
Hope you enjoy!
"Hello beyblade fanatics! We're here at Phoenix Stadium getting ready for the 5th round of the tournament! Hopefully all the players are well-rested and have recovered from yesterday's brutal matches. In just a few short minutes we will be announcing the match-ups, so get your popcorn now!"
Inside the locker rooms, everyone was making the last customizations to their blades.
"Thanks so much Chief, you know I couldn't do this without you!" said Tyson enthusiastically as Kenny put the finishing touches on Dragoon Metal Tempest.
"Yeah, no problem. What are friends for?" smiled the brunette.
"You know you really should be doing your own customizations by now, Kinomiya." came Kai's snide remark.
"Yeah, well everyone knows that Kenny is the best!"
"That, and the fact you know nothing about beyblade mechanics and would probably beg or bribe me to do it anyway." giggled the nerd. "Anyways, I've spent far too much time and worked too hard on this blade to let you even dream of messing with its tender balance and perfect calibrations."
Everyone laughed, because it was true. While Tyson may be the World Champion, Kenny was the brains behind Dragoon's unique design, which gave the bluenette the edge in all of his matches. The rest of the former Bladebreakers could at least make a great blade if they had to, Tyson couldn't even dismantle one if his life depended on it.
"And done! Dragoon should be a little more stable now."
"Thanks Chief, you're a life saver!"
Kai looked down at his Dranzer Metal Blaze. While he had an excellent grasp of beyblade mechanics, and was able to handle most of his blade's repairs, it might be a good idea to give Dranzer a quick check-up. "Hey Chief!" he tossed his blade to the brunette. He almost smiled when the mousey boy asked no questions and went straight to work.
"Do you mind if I make a few minor adjustments? It'll give Dranzer a better balance and increase its overall speed."
The Russian shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, whatever." Deep down though, he was grateful. Kenny was the competition, if anything, he was putting himself at a disadvantage. Then again...no one was ever expecting Kenny to get this far in the tournament in the first place. And if it was anyone else, Kai wouldn't dare risk putting Dranzer in their grimy little hands.
"Here you go Kai!" said Kenny brightly, holding out his blade.
The former captain retrieved it and gave a nod in thanks.
"We should be there for when they announce the parings." said Ray.
"It doesn't matter. Whoever they are, Dragoon and I will show them why we're the champs!" said Tyson cockily.
"Hahaha, watch out Buddy! Draciel and I won't show you any mercy. Not to mention we're beating you in the rankings Mr. Champion." teased Max.
Tyson placed his hands on his hips. "Pffft. Big deal. That's only because of a lousy judgement call. When I face you Maxie, I promise it'll be one heck of a battle!"
"I look forward to it." The two friends exchanged challenging smiles.
A voice from the door way caught everyone's attention as Daichi's head poked in. "Hey guys, you coming? They're going to announce the match-ups any minute now!"
"Yeah, yeah. We're coming!" Tyson met Daichi at the doorway and they began walking down the hallway...bickering.
Max scratched his head. "Is it just me or is Tyson more cheerful than usual?"
Ray crossed his arms. "Now that you mention it, he really does. Kinda feel sorry for whomever is unlucky enough to be his opponent. Tyson in a good mood just makes him that more dangerous." He turned to Kai. "Any particular reason he's so happy?"
"I'm not his babysitter." The enigma turned on his heels and walked out the door, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.
"Wow! This just in from the officials!" said DJ Jazzman making everyone sit on the edge of their seats. "Despite her perfect blading record, Ming-Ming has dropped out of the tournament!" There were several gasps and whispers throughout the audience as the speculated the reason behind her sudden departure. "Well we can all send her our best regards. Now today's match-ups!"
Everyone held their breath as the pairings were revealed.
"So for round 5 we have:
Kenny vs Tala
Kai vs Eric
Spencer vs Tyson
Robert vs Julia
Pam vs Ian
Lee vs Crusher
Miguel vs Bryan
Ray vs Raul
Mariah vs Oliver
Micheal vs Mathida
Max vs Eddy
Brooklyn vs Selima
Mystel vs Alceed
William vs Daichi
Garland vs Rick
Would all players please report to the beydish in 5 minutes!"
Across the stadium Eric and Kai were glaring down each other. Just as the dual-haired man started making his way to the beydish, a familiar hand on his shoulder stopped him. "What is it Kinomiya?"
"Just...be careful Kai."
He turned and looked Tyson straight in the eye. "Don't worry about me. Focus on your match. I won't lose."
Tyson visibly relaxed and gave a smile that seemed to light up the entire room. "Alright. Good luck Kai."
Kai then turned back around and started strutting towards the dish, he heard Tyson call out from behind him. "Put that creep into place and give him hell from me!" He pumped his right fist in the air and he felt 20 times stronger. He had made a promise to Tyson. Damn right he would walk through hellfire just to keep that promise.
Eric was waiting for him. "Boris sends his regards."
"Hn. Well you can tell Boris that I'm coming for him next."
The blonde Norwegian blader grinned darkly. "That is, if there is anything left of you after this battle."
"Players ready?" said DJ Jazzman as the bladers loaded their launchers. "3...2...1! Let it rip!"
Turquoise and navy clashed and shock waves rippled through the stadium.
Tyson looked away from his own beybattle against Spencer to see what was going on. Kai was standing strong and Dranzer was still spinning, but he didn't like the blood-thirsty look Eric was giving him. He turned to his opponent. "Sorry man, but I gotta get this match over with. My friend needs my support down there. Dragoon!" The top suddenly disappeared into thin air.
"Huh?" Seconds ticked by as the large Russian scowered the dish for the white blade.
"Alright, now Dragoon! Miracle Tempest!" The World Champion shouted and his blade reappeared and clashed into Seaborg, the gale-force winds hurling the blue blade out of the dish.
All in all, the match lasted just 30 seconds.
Spencer retrieved his blade while Tyson quickly rode the platform down to the ground and dashed across the stadium to Kai's match. He looked down at his blade and couldn't stop himself from laughing. The attack ring was completely demolished. So this was Tyson's power when he wasn't holding back. Kai had a very powerful ally on his side indeed.
"KAI!"
The Dranzer wielder heard his rival's voice but didn't turn around. "Kinomiya, stay back!" he heard the footsteps stop and a small gasp.
"Kai..."
He was well aware he looked like shit. Eric's Hawkeye bitbeast had wasted no time in going in for the kill. Him and Dranzer had stood strong through all the knife-like winds. Still...he wasn't going to lower himself to petty player attacks – he was however, going to make sure that Eric's blade was turned to ash.
"Dranzer!" He cried, pouring his energy into his blade. Dranzer delivered a hard hit to the opponent's blade and the shock waves sent Eric reeling backwards.
"Hehehehehe. Nice attack Hiwatari. I could understand why you were Boris' favourite. Too bad mine is stronger. Hawkeye! Wind-strike!"
Kai bit back his screams as Eric's bitbeast turned the air into a weapon, slicing open his skin. Blood poured down his arms and face.
"Kai! Shake it off! You got this!" encouraged Tyson from the sideline.
Eric looked at the blue-haired teen with disdain. "Your friend is annoying." he narrowed his eyes and Kai felt the wind brush past him and he whipped his head around in fear. Relief washed over him as Tyson stood with not a mark on him.
"You're not the only wind-user here, Eric." said the Wind Master, his voice dangerous. "Yo Kai! It's easier to breathe with all of the drafts going, eh?"
Cerise eyes widened. Of course! He could use the wind to his advantage! "It's time to turn up the heat. Go Dranzer!" A huge swirling spiral of blue fire emerged from the navy blade.
"What's happening?" demanded Eric, panicking when his winds only seemed to be feeding the flame.
"Chemistry." said Kai. "More air means more oxygen for fire to burn. Now Dranzer, Fire Tornado Attack!"
Eric screamed as he was hit with the hot flames as Dranzer collided with his blade, disintegrating it, he crashed to the floor, with first and second degree burns to his arms and face.
"And the winner is the mighty Kai!" announced Jazzman.
Kai proudly walked up to his rival.
"Way to go Kai!" Tyson said winking, giving a thumbs up.
"Hn." the Russian gave a small appreciative smile. He would've won regardless, but had the battle gone on much longer he would've risked more damage to himself and Dranzer. He looked down at his blade, his eyes widening when he saw the huge crack that went down the side.
"Woah. You should probably get Kenny to look at that." suggested Tyson.
"Yeah. How is the kid doing anyways?"
They were both surprised to see Kenny holding his own against Tala, the red-head getting more frustrated by the second. "Wolborg attack!"
Kenny's hopper blade dodged at the last second. All I have to do is last a little longer. Thought the brunette, wiping the sweat off his brow. He knew Tala's weakness from when they battled in the last tournament and he had made the modifications necessary to his blade so he had a real shot of winning.
"Go Kenny!"
He looked down, surprised to see Tyson cheering him on from the ground. He stared at Tala with determination. If Tyson thought he could do it, then he was going to put his all into this match. He put his plan into action.
Tala grinned like a predator as the annoying little green blade seemed to be finally slowing down. "Wolborg now! Snowblitz Attack!"
Hopper was just able to dodge the attack as the entire dish was covered in a thick layer of ice and shards of frozen water rained down like knifes. This was the moment Kenny was waiting for...Wolborg was in the air, left completely defenseless. "Hopper now! Hyper-Jump!" His blade bounced up and smashed into Tala's, sending it out of the arena.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." said Tala, flabbergasted to lose to such a rookie.
"Woah! Way to go Chief!" cheered the bluenette. As soon as the victor came down off the platform, he gave him a bone-crushing hug. "Always knew you had it in you."
Tala appeared next to Kai, who let out a few snickers. "Not a fucking word Hiwatari!"
Kai chuckled again, not believing that Tala's over-confidence caused him to lose to Kenny of all people. The Russian Captain was sorely mistaken if he thought for an instant that Kai would ever let him live this down.
Ray joined them a few minutes later after defeating Raul and the group found Max watching Rick's match against Garland.
Seeing the worried expression on the American's face, Tyson asked, "Max...what's going on?"
"It's Rick. There's no way he should be battling against an opponent that strong right now."
"Why?"
"It's his stitches. One wrong move and he ricks ripping them."
"Oh no!" Tyson looked up at the African-American blader worriedly.
"That's his decision."
Max glanced at his former Captain, only now just noticing his battered form. "Kai?"
"Best thing you can do is let him fight his own battles and be there when it's over." The enigma shared a smile with Tyson.
"Yeah, but-"
"Don't worry about a thing Maxie!" Tyson interjected. "Just have some faith in the big guy, will ya?"
"If you say so." Azure eyes looked back to the intense beybattle.
Rick was sick of Garland's cocky attitude. Sick of his boasting. Sick of his pretentious monologues. And so sick of looking at his stupid, smug face. He was going to take control of this battle and he was going to do it RIGHT NOW!
He summoned up all of his anger and transferred it into his bit-beast. "Rock Bison, ROCK SMASH!" He flinched as his chest suddenly felt like it was on fire, his attack stayed strong as his blade hit Apollon and sent it spiralling out of the dish.
"Yeah! Way to go!" he heard from below, as the pain overtook him and he collapsed to his knees.
"RICK!"
His vision became blurry as the platform lowered him down to the stadium floor and Max rushed up beside him. "Rick! You're bleeding!"
"I-I'm fine." he grunted, trying to hide his injury.
"No you're not. MEDIC!" screamed the blonde. He tried standing, but Max gently pushed him back down. "Don't push yourself. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Rick found himself touched at how much his former teammate cared.
When the paramedics came, he got on the stretcher willingly.
Meanwhile Max's heart was pounding at a million miles an hour, with how much blood that was soaking through the black man's shirt. Not knowing what else to do, he looked to Tyson for support, who patted him on the back and whispered, "Go with him Maxie." He stood there frozen for a second at the implication in his friend's voice, before accompanying the paramedics to the awaiting ambulance.
"Playing matchmaker now?" asked Kai bluntly as they watched the Draciel wielder get into the emergency vehicle.
"Oh don't pretend you don't see it." chastised his younger roommate.
"Hn."
Their eyes turned to Garland as he approached them. "Hey, do you think Rick will be okay?"
"Yeah, ripped stitches is all. Maxie will make sure he gets taken care of." said Tyson brightly, before looking down at the blade in the white-haired blader's palm. "Woah, dude! Check out your blade!" he exclaimed, pointing to the cracked attack-ring.
"Yeah. I hope he gets better. There's not many bladers who keep me on my toes."
"I'm sure he'd love a rematch."
"Speaking of rematches, I still want one from you Kinomiya."...Something about the way Garland was looking at the blue-haired teen rubbed Kai the wrong way.
"Get in line, Siebald." he growled.
"Yes, yes. Everyone knows how much you want to battle the World Champion." The Apollon Wielder gave a sideways glance and smirked. "I would happily beybattle you for that honour."
"Please, you're not worth my time."
Garland's eyebrow twitched. "Excuse me?"
Tyson looked back and forth between the two males. "Oh Kai, we really should get those injuries looked at!" he grabbed the older blade by one of his well-toned arms and started dragging him towards one of the exits. "We'll talk about that re-match some other time Garland!" he called over his shoulder.
They were walking down the long, empty corridor when Kai's cellphone started ringing. Not looking at the number, the Russian answered gruffly, "Hiwatari."
"Kai?"
Tyson watched as the Ice Prince's mask shattered completely. "Mom?"
"Oh sweetie. I saw your match with Eric. Are you okay?"
Kai smiled. "Yeah. I'm fine Mom."
"You've gotten so strong." He listened to her take a shaky breath. "Listen Kai, Boris is planning something big. Stay vigilant and keep your friends close."
"Mom, what do you mean by that?! Mom?!" but the line was dead.
Anya Hiwatari just managed to slip the cellphone into her pocket as the door swung open and the ugly mug of Boris Balkov entered the room. "Are you almost ready for this afternoon? I'm counting on you to give all the details of today's meeting."
Her cold professional mask slid seamlessly into place. "Completely."
"So the Prime Minister still doesn't expect a thing?"
"Please, that old fool couldn't tie his own tie without me." she scoffed, putting on her deep burgundy lipstick.
"Good, but one can never be too careful." he turned his beady eyes to the television where the Beyblade Tournament was being covered. He frowned in dissatisfaction as they replayed the match between Kai and Eric. "Your little brat is screwing up my plans."
"Not his fault that he is better skilled than your players. Besides, it's only one match, do you seriously think that the others will fair against them so easily?"
"Hn. You're right. I still have another ace up my sleeve after all." Anya felt shivers go up her spine as his arms snaked their way around her waist and rested on her bulging belly. "Just 3 more months left, and I will have the perfect child soldier." He whispered into her ear before kissing her neck, his strong musk and his touches made her sick to her stomach and she pushed him away and raced towards the washroom, before proceeding to puke up her stomach contents. She felt his presence behind her. "Still having morning sickness?" he asked with fake concern.
"Dimitri told you I have Hyperemesis Gravidarum. So yes, I am still sick and if you touch me again, I won't hesitant to puke on you." she growled, her ruby eyes glaring at him.
Boris felt his member harden. She and Kai shared that same intense glare. Oh how he wanted to grab her and fuck her till she begged him to stop. He wanted to pound her into the mattress until there was blood everywhere and all that was left of those defiant eyes was nothing more than pitiful emptiness. Oh yes, he had broken Anya's will-full spirit many times over the years he had held her captive. He was itching to do it again, but of course, he wouldn't do anything to harm the fragile life inside her. Not until it was born at least...
But he still had a lot of ground work to do. He had worked hard over the years to push Anya up the political ladder of the Russian Government, and now, if their bladers could win the Tournament, they were going to take everyone's bitbeasts. With that accomplished, they would have Anya convince the Japanese Prime Minister and the rest of the world leaders to outlaw blading and to have their blades confiscated so no one could stand against him. Once the world was defenseless, that's when he and his soldiers would made their move to take control of their world, having the world leaders bow down to his bitbeast army; An army that his unborn son would eventually command. The position that was originally meant for Kai. He would make sure than his son would be the most powerful blader to ever exist, even more powerful than Tyson Kinomiya. Eventually, he would make Kai his again, and this time – he clenched his fist – he would make escape impossible.
Right now all that stood in the way of that future were the former Bladebreakers.
So...I warned you all this was going to get dark as fuck. Please reveiw? *looks at you with big chibi eyes*