Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, (yet) but I do own Koto.
Kai rolled over in his bed, yawning. Normally, he woke up at 5 every morning, but today he decided to sleep in. he was home from tournament, and would have plenty of time to train during the day. Why wake up at the crack of dawn?
THWAK!
Maybe that was why.
The blow to the head from a rolled up newspaper brought the sleeping teen to his sense right away. He sat up, holding his head and glaring daggers at his attacker.
Kai growled at his grandfather, who was getting ready for another blow.
"I'm AWAKE goddamnit! He yelled, before the older man could hit him again.
His grandfather ignored the angry outburst, turning on his heel and leaving the room. "You have a visitor."
The bluenette mumbled a few curses under his breath, vowing to destroy whoever thought it proper to come visiting at.
1:15pm.
Oh.
Kai sighed and started to struggle out of bed. He might as well get this over with. He rummaged on his floor, picking up the clothes he had worn the day before and tossed on the ground when he went to sleep. Tossing them on, he headed downstairs, ever-present scowl gracing his face.
He stormed into the living room, determined to give his guest a piece of his mind.
Seated on one of the couches was a distinguished looking older man with a white mustache and tiny little glasses.
Maybe breaking his legs wasn't such a good idea.
Kai sighed. The presence of the chairman of the BBA could only mean one thing. There was a new tournament coming up that the Bladebreakers would have to attend.
Just wonderful.
Mr. Dickinson rose from his seat when the grumpy teen entered the room like a thundercloud with legs.
"Ah Kai. How are you?" he asked, a smile on his face.
Kai mumbled a response, waiting for the older man to continue.
The older man laughed, amused by the lack of a response. The boy was no more social now than ever.
"Well, Kai. You should cheer up." he said, sitting down again. "There's a new tournament coming up."
Kai nodded. He had expected as much.
Mr. Dickinson stroked his mustache. "Have you ever heard of Beyquest?"
The teen narrowed his red eyes. "No."
"Well, think of Beyquest as a huge, real life RPG. The teams participating gather on a huge island where they are sent out on a series of quests and missions."
Kai blinked. It sounded interesting, but what did it have to do with beyblading? He voiced his question to the chairman.
"For every mission, you must defeat certain opponents and obstacles. For every mission you complete or opponent you defeat, you win points. However, for every loss of failure, you lose points. The team with the must points at the end wins."
Kai sighed. "how long is this Beyquest thing?"
The older man scratched his chin. "It will go on for at least several months."
Kai scowled. Months. Months he would have to spend with the team. He wasn't looking forward to that. But then, if he didn't go, he would have to spend that time with his asshole grandfather.
In the choice between two evils, choose the lesser.
"Alright. I'm in."
* * *
"Oh yeah! Awesome!"
Tyson jumped up, throwing a fist in the air. He had just heard of the new tournament the team was going to be participating in.
Max laughed. "Calm down, Tyson. It's just a tournament."
The hyper teen stopped jumping and grinned at his friend. "This isn't an old tournament, Maxie! We're gonna be part of history!"
The blond boy frowned. "Part of history?"
"As the winners of the first ever Beyquest!"
Kenny laughed. "It would be a great opportunity to gather more data. I'm in."
Tyson grinned at his friends. "Yeah! Look out Beyquest! The Bladebreakers are coming!"
* * * "But I'm not even part of a team, Mr. Dickinson!"
The older man laughed at the reaction of the beyblader in front of him. "Exactly, that is the whole point."
The blader leaned forward, interested. "What do you mean?"
"You see, Koto, the teams participating in Beyquest are not allowed to battle each other. The only way for a team to be disqualified is if they lose their points to a boss blader or on a quest. However, to make the game more interesting, there will also by eliminators who will travel around and challenge the teams. The job of the eliminators is to get teams disqualified." Mr. Dickinson explained.
Koto leaned forward, her dark eyes bright with curiosity. "So eliminators are basically there to thin out the crowd. Team killers."
"Exactly. Eliminators can't win the tournament."
Koto looked thoughtful. "And you want me to be an eliminator? Hmm. I don't know." She leaned back in her chair. "I could get a team together and enter, then I could try and win. What's the incentive to be an eliminator? Do I get paid?"
Mr. Dickinson looked thoughtful. "I suppose we could work something out."
Koto stood, a large smile gracing her face. "You got yourself a deal. Consider those teams eliminated."
Next Time:
"Kenny here. The Bladebreakers are off to the Beyquest, but things already aren't looking good. At least for me. Not only do we have to take a boat to the island, but also I'm stuck rooming with a super tough eliminator who seems to like making my seasickness worse! And on top of it all, the eliminator is trying to get rid of Dizzi by throwing her overboard! Can things get any worse? Find out next time, on Beyquest!"
Kai rolled over in his bed, yawning. Normally, he woke up at 5 every morning, but today he decided to sleep in. he was home from tournament, and would have plenty of time to train during the day. Why wake up at the crack of dawn?
THWAK!
Maybe that was why.
The blow to the head from a rolled up newspaper brought the sleeping teen to his sense right away. He sat up, holding his head and glaring daggers at his attacker.
Kai growled at his grandfather, who was getting ready for another blow.
"I'm AWAKE goddamnit! He yelled, before the older man could hit him again.
His grandfather ignored the angry outburst, turning on his heel and leaving the room. "You have a visitor."
The bluenette mumbled a few curses under his breath, vowing to destroy whoever thought it proper to come visiting at.
1:15pm.
Oh.
Kai sighed and started to struggle out of bed. He might as well get this over with. He rummaged on his floor, picking up the clothes he had worn the day before and tossed on the ground when he went to sleep. Tossing them on, he headed downstairs, ever-present scowl gracing his face.
He stormed into the living room, determined to give his guest a piece of his mind.
Seated on one of the couches was a distinguished looking older man with a white mustache and tiny little glasses.
Maybe breaking his legs wasn't such a good idea.
Kai sighed. The presence of the chairman of the BBA could only mean one thing. There was a new tournament coming up that the Bladebreakers would have to attend.
Just wonderful.
Mr. Dickinson rose from his seat when the grumpy teen entered the room like a thundercloud with legs.
"Ah Kai. How are you?" he asked, a smile on his face.
Kai mumbled a response, waiting for the older man to continue.
The older man laughed, amused by the lack of a response. The boy was no more social now than ever.
"Well, Kai. You should cheer up." he said, sitting down again. "There's a new tournament coming up."
Kai nodded. He had expected as much.
Mr. Dickinson stroked his mustache. "Have you ever heard of Beyquest?"
The teen narrowed his red eyes. "No."
"Well, think of Beyquest as a huge, real life RPG. The teams participating gather on a huge island where they are sent out on a series of quests and missions."
Kai blinked. It sounded interesting, but what did it have to do with beyblading? He voiced his question to the chairman.
"For every mission, you must defeat certain opponents and obstacles. For every mission you complete or opponent you defeat, you win points. However, for every loss of failure, you lose points. The team with the must points at the end wins."
Kai sighed. "how long is this Beyquest thing?"
The older man scratched his chin. "It will go on for at least several months."
Kai scowled. Months. Months he would have to spend with the team. He wasn't looking forward to that. But then, if he didn't go, he would have to spend that time with his asshole grandfather.
In the choice between two evils, choose the lesser.
"Alright. I'm in."
* * *
"Oh yeah! Awesome!"
Tyson jumped up, throwing a fist in the air. He had just heard of the new tournament the team was going to be participating in.
Max laughed. "Calm down, Tyson. It's just a tournament."
The hyper teen stopped jumping and grinned at his friend. "This isn't an old tournament, Maxie! We're gonna be part of history!"
The blond boy frowned. "Part of history?"
"As the winners of the first ever Beyquest!"
Kenny laughed. "It would be a great opportunity to gather more data. I'm in."
Tyson grinned at his friends. "Yeah! Look out Beyquest! The Bladebreakers are coming!"
* * * "But I'm not even part of a team, Mr. Dickinson!"
The older man laughed at the reaction of the beyblader in front of him. "Exactly, that is the whole point."
The blader leaned forward, interested. "What do you mean?"
"You see, Koto, the teams participating in Beyquest are not allowed to battle each other. The only way for a team to be disqualified is if they lose their points to a boss blader or on a quest. However, to make the game more interesting, there will also by eliminators who will travel around and challenge the teams. The job of the eliminators is to get teams disqualified." Mr. Dickinson explained.
Koto leaned forward, her dark eyes bright with curiosity. "So eliminators are basically there to thin out the crowd. Team killers."
"Exactly. Eliminators can't win the tournament."
Koto looked thoughtful. "And you want me to be an eliminator? Hmm. I don't know." She leaned back in her chair. "I could get a team together and enter, then I could try and win. What's the incentive to be an eliminator? Do I get paid?"
Mr. Dickinson looked thoughtful. "I suppose we could work something out."
Koto stood, a large smile gracing her face. "You got yourself a deal. Consider those teams eliminated."
Next Time:
"Kenny here. The Bladebreakers are off to the Beyquest, but things already aren't looking good. At least for me. Not only do we have to take a boat to the island, but also I'm stuck rooming with a super tough eliminator who seems to like making my seasickness worse! And on top of it all, the eliminator is trying to get rid of Dizzi by throwing her overboard! Can things get any worse? Find out next time, on Beyquest!"