Hey everyone.
So, I've started a brand new story… without having finished any of my previous stories ;P
I've really wanted to reintroduce one of my OC's, Chadwick, back since he's had a lot of reworking after reading previous stories…
This won't be an OCxCanon story but it will be about rekindling old friendships, discovering romance and old traumas that should've stayed in the past.
My main OC, Sabrina, will be in this fic as well; along with Chadwick's boyfriend/fiancé named Kurt.
This is also a KaixTyson orientated fic as well so I do hope it's thoroughly enjoyed
Thank you, and happy reading!
Australia.
The land down under.
Where the people are so Sunkissed and beautiful, you'd wondered why it ever seemed so far away. Where land meets sea, where the wildlife practically lives in your own backyard. Where you can go to fulfil your dreams.
At least, that's how it should have been advertised after a gruelling direct flight from Cairo to Sydney, close to twenty hours spent uncomfortably with people you may or may not like or want to be involved with.
"How long until we get there?"
"Daichi, will you just put a lid on it! We're almost there!"
"Don't yell at him, Tyson!"
"Will all of you just zip it? You're giving me a headache."
"Sheesh…"
The Egyptian leg of the tournament had ended a couple of days ago. Now all teams were making their way to Australia for the next part of the long tournament. The only issue: Four of the seven teams were without accommodation for upwards of a week. Mainly due to poor scheduling on the BBA's behalf.
These teams included: BBA Revolution (ironic), Blitzkrieg Boys (whoops), PPB All Stars (how even?), and AuDragons (hmm…).
The Dragons were a last-minute addition to the tournament, since the BBA felt it was necessary to include a team from the Southern Hemisphere. They only had three members on their team, one of which didn't participate and was there mainly for moral support and data collecting. The team kept to themselves a lot, unless there was a mandatory social event. Then you couldn't get them to shut up.
The other teams had been confirmed in their accommodation already with the rest of the teams getting an escort from Sydney airport to their temporary housing. Sabrina Wilson, female lead for the Australian team, had put in a word saying her rich brother would be able to house them. Arrangements were made, much to his slight distaste, and the rest is history.
"Boy, I wonder how well-off Sabrina's brother is… being able to house four teams in one house." Max thought, looking to Rick as the dark-skinned man snorted and looked through the small window.
"The rich guys are always the snobby guys. I bet he's the head of a huge corporation and is nothing but a money hungry gnome." Rick sneered, crossing his huge arms over his chest.
"That's not very nice, Rick…"
"He has a valid point, though, blondie." Tala chided from the seats in front, his devil-like hair restless against the head rest. "I don't think I've ever met a nice rich guy before."
"You know," Sabrina started, her emerald eyes narrowing as the guys snapped their attention to the purple-ombre haired girl. "I have ears. My brother is nice, and not stuck up like you think.""
"Whatever you say, sis." Rick snorted, closing his eyes.
"Fucking rude." She stuck her tongue out and tried relaxing until they touched down.
While the cabin went into an awkward silence, Tyson glanced back at the other teams, deep in thought. Kai and Max were his friends, so he would be fine staying with them for a while. The others, however…
He liked to think he got on okay with the Australian team, since they were always talkative and fun at social events the BBA hosted in each city. Their team leader, Calvin, didn't talk much and always appeared to have a stick up his butt. Ben and Sabrina, however, were outgoing and tried to get along with everybody, as was in their nature he guessed.
He'd never really gotten on with anyone from the American team, mainly due to their superior attitudes. He was trying though, for Max's sake.
As for the Russians…
He'd had his ups and downs with the three Russian bladers, trying his best to assert himself since he and Tala had left on good terms from the world tournament almost three years ago now. He knew the three guys were trying to insert themselves back into society, after being taken away from it nearly their entire lives.
Tyson mainly wanted to be on good terms since he had a secret/not so secret crush on Kai that had been ongoing for over a year now. He hadn't wanted to ruin their friendship by dropping any bombshells. It would've made things all the more awkward since Kai switched teams before the beginning of this world tournament.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Hilary poked his arm with a pointy finger, chuckling when he grunted and pouted. "Thinking about your crush again?"
Only Hilary was aware of Tyson's insane crush on the Russian beyblader, sometimes poking fun at him and helping him decide on a strategy for approach.
"N-no." The Dragoon beyblader folded his arms and shoved his hands into his armpits. "Just thinking what they are. A-about Sabrina's rich brother."
"Don't worry about it. She said it was fine, I wish everyone would stop worrying so much about it. We're hardly going to see him, anyway, since you'll all be practicing so much."
"Yeah… You're right." He sighed and pushed his head back into the rest, trying to close his eyes as the seatbelt sign came on while the plane made its descent.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. In about fifteen minutes we'll be arriving at Sydney International airport. Nothing but blue skies and sunshine for the rest of this twenty-two-degree day. Sit back, relax, and thank you for flying with us. For those of you who are visiting, we hope you enjoy your stay. And for those of you returning from your travels, welcome home."
"I don't feel so good." Daichi wailed, holding the white vomit bag close to him as the plane descended through a thin patch of cloud.
When the plane had, eventually, touched down; the four teams collected their carry-on and were escorted through the terminal by a cheery member of staff. She seemed over-zealous, happy to be escorting them as fans cascaded around the gates, wanting photo opportunities with the beybladers.
"Tyson, we love you!" One girl shouted.
"You can pull my ripcord anytime." A young guy shouted, everyone seeming to be lost for words as security helped them through the mob and to the doors.
A young man, no older than twenty-five, stood just outside the doors with his strong arms folded over his chest. His skin was a deep caramel, his eyes a stunning chocolate brown. He was dressed rather casually and appeared to be waiting for the four teams. His grin widened when he spotted the Australian team.
"Kurt!" Sabrina screamed, ditching her team and embracing the young man fiercely. "I wasn't expecting you!"
Hilary leaned over to everyone else, who seemed to be just as confused.
"I…I thought her brother's name was Chad…?"
"Maybe… Maybe we misheard it. He looks pretty rich. But he's way darker than she is."
"Tyson, don't be rude." She hissed, swallowing her words when the man looked to them, a broad smile on his face. "Oh, God, he's hot. Sabrina's brother is so hot."
"Hey guys." He said, a slight American accent to his voice. "Welcome to Sydney. Sorry to hear about your accommodation getting screwed over."
"O-oh… He's…"
"Finally, another American." Rick smirked, shifting his weight. "Well, this guy doesn't seem so bad."
"Think before you speak, Rick." Max groaned, face in his hands as they were escorted by the dark-skinned man to a mini bus provided, at least, by the BBA.
"Wait, if the BBA supplied a bus, why did you come over?" Sabrina asked, confusion written on her face.
"Yeah… your brother asked me to come over and meet you. He's really missed you, ya know." He grinned, his gorgeous smile enough to part the clouds for the sun to shine.
"Wait… so… this isn't your brother?" Tyson asked, bewildered.
"What? No." The girl provided, wondering how he saw any resemblance at all.
"Oh."
"It's okay, we'll sit down, and you can rest your tiny brain." Hilary gave him a firm pat to the back, the other teams snickering behind them.
"Can't believe we have to spend a week with these fools." Spencer groaned, sitting next to Bryan as the driver did a head check, leaving the terminal when everyone was accounted for.
"It'll go by quickly, trust me." Tala tried to sound reassuring, not too thrilled with the idea of spending a week with three other teams. There was a risk of strategies being crossed, something he wasn't too keen on.
"You'd think the BBA wouldn't screw this up so badly." Bryan mumbled, closing his eyes as travel sickness began washing over him. "Talk about a joke."
"Will you guys zip it." Kai growled, a headache coming on from the stuffiness of the bus, combined with the rest of the team's loud chattering.
He couldn't deny he was somewhat excited, if you'd call it that, to be spending a week in the same closed space as Tyson. Whether it was from pure rivalry admiration or underlying affection, he was unable to pinpoint it yet. All he knew was it was going to drive him insane.
"So, how has my brother been?" Sabrina sat next to Kurt, the handsome stranger, as she relaxed into the padded seats.
"Yeah, good. He's been a bit stressed with work, lately. He's just finishing up with a high-end client, so he's been pulling all nighters."
"Classic." She grinned.
"So," Emily started, fixing her glasses. "Are the two of you acquaintances?"
"Hm, you could say that." The Australian girl grinned. She'd tried her best to get along with most of the girls in the beyblading circuit, since they seemed to be a rare species. She enjoyed Emily's company, since she was smart and able to hold a conversation that was longer than five sentences.
"Hah, yeah, her brother and I live together." The man grinned, causing confusion to erupt.
"Oh…!" Tyson started, suddenly aware. "You're housemates. That makes sense." He grinned, oblivious to the pointed stares he was receiving. "You guys must be really close friends to buy a house together."
"Yeah… I wouldn't really call us housemates." Kurt chuckled.
"So… you're sharing a house? Like, a huge house?"
"Kurt's my soon-to-be brother-in-law." Sabrina grinned, confusion returning to the stormy blader.
"What…"
"Her brother's gay, Tyson." Hilary dead panned.
"G-gay? Like… he's your boyfriend?" Tyson exclaimed; hands pressed against his cheeks.
"That's right. Soon to be fiancé, I hope."
"I'm so excited." The emerald-eyed girl had stars in her eyes, nobody really understanding the situation since they were yet to meet this mysterious brother.
"Well don't blow it, alright? I'm going to ask him in a couple of days. After the big game." He grinned, lightly punching her arm. "Sis."
Kenny, Michael and Eddy had their phones ready to snap photos of Sydney as they drove past some of the famous landmarks, the American team getting pumped as they drove over the Sydney Harbour Bridge, promising each other they'd climb it one day when they weren't here for a tournament.
"So, Kurt…" Tyson began, earning the caramel-skinned man's attention. "You mentioned something about a game?" He stopped as the man nodded. "Are you a beyblader too?"
"What? Nah." He chuckled, resting his hands behind his head. "I play in the AFL, which is a major football league here in Australia."
"Sick… And your brother… is he into this as well?" Tyson asked the girl, intrigued. "Football, I mean."
"My brother is a choreographer. He teaches classes and sometimes choreographs for singers."
"Seriously?" Hilary shoved Tyson away, her eyes lighting up. "L-like who?"
"Hmm, I don't know names, to be honest. He has to sign a contract with every client, saying he's not allowed to say who he's associating with. I think it's a privacy thing."
"Bummer…" The brown-haired girl sighed, falling back into her seat. "I was hoping to get some juicy details. Guess that'll never happen."
"If you're really nice," Kurt grinned, her attention drawn back. "He might spill some beans. Chad's very lenient and carefree. You'll see."
"Well, that's a relief."
"Oh, here we are. Home-sweet-home." The man grinned as the bus pulled up outside their house… Mansion…
"T-this… is your house!?" Tyson exclaimed, his eyes nearly bulging from his sockets as they exited the bus and stood in front of the multi-million-dollar home. "Are… Are you sure its okay for us to be here?"
"Hah, don't sweat it, little man."
"T-there's a limousine in the drive… and, and a decked-out Mustang. Are those chrome rims? Oh, god, we shouldn't be here." Kenny chattered, clutching his laptop close to his chest. Boy, did he feel outclassed here.
"Dude, chill. The limo means there's a client here. No need to worry. You just need to be quiet." Kurt smiled, unlocking the door.
The teams seemed to have their first impression of the mystery brother; rich and not afraid to flaunt it. The Russians stood in front of the house and sneered at the huge windows and intricate garden, which screamed elegance.
"First impressions are everything, I guess." Spencer sighed, following after the other teams as Tala and Bryan stood staring at the flowers adorning the garden bed.
"Are… those camomile flowers?" Tala muttered, looking to the other brightly coloured flowers he remembered seeing planted throughout his homeland. "These look like… the flowers back home."
Bryan shrugged. "Maybe he likes a bit of colour. Don't overthink it." He slapped him on the back, the two following the others inside the luxurious home.
The ceilings were high with polished tiles underneath them along with a wide shoe rack next to the double-doors. Hanging lights shimmered from the ceiling in thin droplets of glass, creating a mirrored texture along the walls. Kurt smiled apologetically, asking everyone to remove their shoes and place them on the shoe rack.
"Sorry, that's the one thing he gets gnarky about. Shoes through the house."
"Who would've thought. I mean, your floors are beautiful." Hilary commented, as they followed him through the hall and into, what appeared to be, a large lounge room. A huge L-shaped sofa sat in the centre of the room, a large ottoman nestled in front and a huge flat-screen mounted on the wall. There were multiple bookshelves filled to the brim with a vast collection of books, DVD stands on either side of the unit below the tv, which housed a few consoles and a DVD/Bluray player.
"Okay, so, we haven't had time to set up sleeping arrangements yet. But just leave your things in here and we can sort it out when his majesty is finished." Kurt laughed, leading them into the hall again, music filtering softly through the walls. "Okay, so we have four bathrooms. This one and another down the hall, are for downstairs guests. One is upstairs guests and the last is in our ensuite." He clasped his hands together. "Please, do not use that one unless it is an absolute emergency." He pleaded.
"Is that where you hide all your sex toys?" Sabrina laughed when she was slapped on the arm. Some of the other beybladers had to hold their breaths, afraid they'll snicker and make the situation worse.
"Real funny." He escorted them through further down, the walls framed with various paintings and photos of family pets. Some ornamental trinket tables against the walls as they were led into a large kitchen. "This is where the magic happens. We have heaps of food so help yourselves whenever you want. If you ask really nicely, Chad might even make you some food. His cooking is amazing."
He led them through an arch, pointing out the dining room which led back into the main lounge room they started in. The dining room had a table that could seat up to nine people, a pristine tablecloth covering the solid surface with placemats proportionally placed in front of each chair.
"Please, make yourselves at home while you're here. Just no major breaks or mess please, guys. From memory, a bus should come to get you every morning for your training, since the arena isn't too far from here."
"Amazing you memorised everything, Kurt." Sabrina grinned, the rest of her team having collapsed on the couch to rest. "That was my brother's job."
"Yeah, well. He's a busy man." Their attention was drawn to the double-doors across the hall, muffled voices coming from inside as the music stopped. "Sounds like he's done."
A woman emerged from the room, sweat lined her forehead as it slid down past her thick sunglasses. She waved goodbye to the other occupant of the room before leaving with two security guards.
"That… was someone famous!" Hilary exclaimed, excitement bubbling inside as everyone started to relax a little.
"Yeah… Lady… something or rather. I don't know." The man shrugged, momentarily leaving them to stand at the door. "Hey there, sexy." He grinned inside the room. "Your sister's here. Along with… everyone else." He poked his tongue out. "You look fine."
The teams took refuge in the luxurious lounge room, PPB and Blitzkrieg Boys occupying the huge L-shaped couch, BBA seated on the much-too-big ottoman and the Australian's having been kicked on the plush rug.
"I feel so out of place, here." Kenny shook, hoping to whatever gods there were that no one made a mess. "Please, don't touch anything, Daichi. I'm certain even then BBA can't afford to replace anything here."
"Good observation." Hiro, who had been silent the entire time, chimed in. He had bags under his eyes from not having slept a wink on the plane, equally as annoyed of the BBA's huge screw up. "Everyone, remember to be respectful and not break any rules they may set down for us."
"You're not the boss of us." Tala sneered, standing from his place on the couch.
"No, but I'm older and more experienced than you. It'd be wise to listen to me."
"Tch, whatever."
Quiet footsteps approached the lounge room, Kurt leading a tall, lean, man towards then with his head lowered while he scribbled in a planner.
"Wow." Hilary gasped.
The first noticeable trait was the white and red crop-top the man wore, exposing his mid-drift with loose pants hanging just below his narrow hips. He had two thin scars lining his abdomen, a Nordic star tattooed on his left hip. His right forearm had two solid, thick, black tattooed bands, his left wrist wrapped in a leather braided bracelet.
"What time did you say training was, tomorrow?" He had an obvious accent with a hint of familiarity to his voice.
"Don't worry about that now, babe." Kurt snatched the planner from the man's hold, snickering when he held it up out of reach, being just a few inches taller. "Now, say hello to your sister."
"Don't trouble yourself for my sake." Sabrina got up, sprinting to the man who looked up, a gorgeously warm smile plastered on his handsome face.
"Oh… my…. God…" Tyson's mouth dropped open when the man finally looked up, lost for words. "He…"
"I-is that really him?" Tala stared, dumbfounded.
"No, it can't be." Spencer was equally confused, the other teams looking to the Russian beybladers.
"Wait, you guys know him?" Max pondered, his mouth dropping open when he finally got a good look at the handsome man standing in the doorway. "He's like…"
"He's what you'd look like if you smiled more." Rick dead-panned to Kai, everyone holding their breaths but all thinking the same thing.
"So, this is everyone. Everyone, this is my brother. Chad." Sabrina grinned, barely reaching the man's shoulder as she hugged around his waist. "I missed you like crazy."
"Nice to meet you." His amethyst eyes scanned along the three dumbfounded teams in the lounge room. "Wow, tough crowd. Must be the jet lag." He chuckled, his freckled nose scrunching up while he did.
Aside from being stupidly gorgeous, the man that stood before them was almost a carbon copy of the stoic Blitzkrieg Boy. Aside from the obvious traits, he was taller and much leaner, his skin was tanned with freckles dusted alone his cheeks, nose and shoulders, both ears were pierced multiple times; the left one dangling and glinting in the artificial light. To top it off, he appeared to have a calmer demeaner and a warm, bubbly, personality.
"Kai, you didn't tell us you had a brother!" Tyson exclaimed, jumping up and startling everybody.
"I don't." Kai grumbled, confusion beginning to settle as he stared at the man opposite him. He couldn't deny they looked similar. But they say there's approximately seven people in the world who look exactly like you.
That had to be the only conclusion to all of this.
Tala stepped forward, startling the man with his abrupt movement. "You've been here, all this time?" He growled, sounding hurt.
Chad furrowed his eyebrows, his lips pouting as he stared in obvious confusion. He'd never seen this red-haired guy before in his life. Looking around the room, though, it appeared that he was known.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." He said, causing the red head to growl.
"You would say that, wouldn't you?"
"Hey." Kurt interrupted, everyone seeming to back off a little. "If you don't like it here, the doors over there. Don't speak to him like that."
"Tala," Spencer put a hand to his friend's shoulder. "Just calm down. We can talk about it later."
Tala could only stare into the eyes of the person he once knew, everything flooding back as his old friend from their abbey days had no recollection of who they were. It hurt. He relaxed his shoulder, agreeing with Spencer as his mood dropped.
"Please accept my apologies. You just reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago." He held his hand out, biting his lip when the lean man took it in a friendly grasp; noticing the trail of scars littering the man's arm.
"No harm done." Chad said, beaming at the Russian while everyone tried to bask in the glow of his friendly smile. He turned back to Kurt as the teams began to settle back into the couch and ottoman. "I need to review my client's routine. I've also got a class coming in two hours, so I probably won't be having dinner until later."
"Alright, beautiful." The dark-skinned man planted a soft kiss to his lover's lips, resisting the urge to slap his butt as he slung an arm over his sister's shoulders and led her to the room across the hall.
"How's your trip been? Reckon you can keep up with me?" He grinned, the girl poking her tongue out. "I'll even put a handicap on for you, since you haven't done any dancing in a while."
"My hero." Sabrina grunted.
Tyson and the others watched as the door was left open a fraction, certain the same thought was running through everyone else's mind.
"That… is the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life."
And that's the first chapter…
I'm seriously hoping my writing skills have improved since my last story a few years back…
Thank you for reading, and any feedback is good feedback!
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