By
Digi Garden
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, though I wish I could.
Author's note: Certain characters may be OoC, so don't be surprised. Also,
I am 1) not a kendo or dojo master, 2) it's been a while since I saw the
first few episodes leading to the tournament with Kai vs. Tyson, and 3) I
tend to put the events mixed up and out of order from those eps., 4)I'm
very forgetful when it comes to things like order of events, or minor
characters, so the story may be no where accurate. (Not that it has to
be, since it is an AU fan fic.)
Chp. 2 "New Girl"
~Tyson's POV~
I can't believe Kenny would say such a thing. Me, )_not_ being to control my Beyblade! Saying my Beyblade is not as strong as the Beyblade Carlos has. I felt insulted, and I acted totally not so cool to him. I even criticized about his knowledge on how to control his own Beyblade, since his own Bit Beast is stuck in a laptop! I am so regretting my words. How could _I_ say that to him? He was a good friend, and a great advisor, along with Dizzy (Dizara, which is Kenny's Bit Beast). Why did I open my big mouth, and just snap at my best friend? Is it because I don't _want_ to hear the truth?
After I shouted at him, he just..up and left me. I feel lower than dirt, even mud. I stay sitting in my grandpa's dojo wooden floor, my mind drifting. I was thinking about maybe apologizing to Kenny, when my grandpa stabbed his kendo stick (AU: Is that what u call those sticks?) in front of my face. "Grandpa!"
"Why are you sitting around, girl? Shouldn't you be practicing?"
I sighed, and picked my own kendo stick. "Al right, grandpa." Grandpa got into a defensive stance.
"Give it all you got!"
I ran towards him, and swung my stick down fiercely-
To my surprise, I just struck the air, instead of my grandpa's stick, and fell forward. My knees and elbows stung with pain, but I slowly rose up, ignoring it,. I swung at my grandpa again. He blocked my move. I attacked. He blocked my moves over and over. Occasionally, I would attack air once more and fall down a few more times. Dang, he's _fast_! He keeps telling me over and over, to concentrate and predict on where he's going to move next, or something of the sort. He moved so fast, he was like a blur to me.
Then, I tried to think like a Beyblader who's going against an opponent whose 'blade was very speedy and unpredictable. I tried to focus, but I keep missing. So, I decided not to attack so aggressively and wildly, and time my grandpa's movements. Back and forth, back and forth. Ready.no..not yet..there!
I aimed and swung. Finally, my kendo stick met up with grandpa's kendo stick, and pushed him back. He nodded with approval.
"You're finally getting it, Tyson." He grinned. "Even though it took you quite a while."
I blushed, embarrassed. He chuckled.
Fortunately, he left me alone, but not before he glanced at the family heirloom: the sword containing the soul of the Dragoon that was placed at the other end of the dojo.
~Kenny's POV~
If there's one thing I don't like about Tyson it's her overconfidence. She's not mean, or snobby, or arrogant (though there are times she is like that). It's just that she tends to be cocky, sometimes. She gets angry when others doubt her. Many boys think she is not a strong Beyblader, because she's a girl (I didn't say that; the chauvinist, sexist boys did.)
I did not doubt Tyson's abilities for a second. We can't run into a Beyblade battle without thinking of a strategy or upgrading. She is too sure of her capabilities, runs head-on into situations without thinking. She is also a bit of a hot head. If only she could hold her tongue..
Even Dizzy was silent. I guess she knows when to be sarcastic, and when to be respectful. I sighed. Tomorrow, the fate of the victims' Beyblades was at stake.
Suddenly, I heard the skidding of a Beyblade. I looked to my left from my position on the steps, leading from the road to the path under the bridge. I saw a cute freckled, blonde haired girl (whose hairstyle slightly reminded me of Tyson's) in orange overalls over a green T-shirt practicing with her green Beyblade from underneath the bridge. She seemed like the happy-go-lucky type, with that smile stuck on her face. I've never seen her, so I assume she's new here. I decided to start a conversation. After all, aren't you supposed to greet newcomers?
"Hey, you're new here, aren't you?"
The girl looked surprised and glanced towards me. She grinned. "Yeah, I just moved here." She walked to the steps. "My dad now owns a Beyblade shop."
"Really? So, it must be easy to retrieve new parts for your Beyblade."
She smiled. "True, as long as I help my dad run the place." She held out her hand. "I'm Maxie. I prefer to be called Max."
I thought it was strange for a girl trying to make her name sound more boy- like. I took her hand. "I'm Kenny, or 'Chief' as my friend Tyson sometimes call me." Max shook my hand. Then she face filled with recognition.
"Oh, so you're the one called Chief! I've heard about you. I think I heard of your friend's name, too. Tyson. Is he a good Beyblader as they say?"
"You mean, _she_," I pointed out. Max's eyes widened. She suddenly blushed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I-I didn't know." She scratched her head, and laughed. "Wow, a fellow girl Beyblader! I have not seen one in a long time before I moved here."
"Why is that?"
She shrugged. "A lot of girls I've known are usually not interested in Beyblading. They got their heads focused on fashion and judging others on their appearance and style." She sighed. "My old friends always told me to leave the Beyblading to the boys, and stick to makeup, or fashion, or being a cheer leader, and the other things most girls do."
She sat beside me casually, acting like we've been friends forever. She reminds me of Tyson. They are both outgoing, and friendly. She stared at the sky, in silence.
Dizzy's loud voice cut through the silence. "Well, Kenny? Aren't you going to introduce me to your new girlfriend?"
I blushed. I'm sure my face was all red; my face felt hot. "We've just met, Dizzy!" I turned to Max, who was looking at the laptop curiously. "Dizzy was my Bit Beast and she still is," I added hastily. "But due to an accident, she is kind of stuck in my laptop."
"Whoa, really?"
"Really, really," Dizzy replied.
"My sympathies."
"Thanks. Finally, someone who cares," Dizzy said, grateful for sympathy.
She got up. "Anyway, I got to go help my dad. See ya." She waved and ran off.
"Ooh, Kenny, you've got a new girlfriend!" Dizzy teased.
I blushed once again. "She seems nice. And she is just a new acquaintance, al right?" I defended myself.
"Okay, okay. No need to get so worked up!" Dizzy said, amused. "Anyway, don't we have to forgive a certain someone? Like your _other_ girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend!" I yelled, but I knew that Dizzy was just teasing me, and she wanted to see my reaction. "Al right. We'll go see Tyson." I got up and went up the steps.
TO BE CONTINUED
Okay, bad, good, awful, or okay? Don't worry. With time, Kai will come into the picture a little bit later on. Anyway, R+R!
Chp. 2 "New Girl"
~Tyson's POV~
I can't believe Kenny would say such a thing. Me, )_not_ being to control my Beyblade! Saying my Beyblade is not as strong as the Beyblade Carlos has. I felt insulted, and I acted totally not so cool to him. I even criticized about his knowledge on how to control his own Beyblade, since his own Bit Beast is stuck in a laptop! I am so regretting my words. How could _I_ say that to him? He was a good friend, and a great advisor, along with Dizzy (Dizara, which is Kenny's Bit Beast). Why did I open my big mouth, and just snap at my best friend? Is it because I don't _want_ to hear the truth?
After I shouted at him, he just..up and left me. I feel lower than dirt, even mud. I stay sitting in my grandpa's dojo wooden floor, my mind drifting. I was thinking about maybe apologizing to Kenny, when my grandpa stabbed his kendo stick (AU: Is that what u call those sticks?) in front of my face. "Grandpa!"
"Why are you sitting around, girl? Shouldn't you be practicing?"
I sighed, and picked my own kendo stick. "Al right, grandpa." Grandpa got into a defensive stance.
"Give it all you got!"
I ran towards him, and swung my stick down fiercely-
To my surprise, I just struck the air, instead of my grandpa's stick, and fell forward. My knees and elbows stung with pain, but I slowly rose up, ignoring it,. I swung at my grandpa again. He blocked my move. I attacked. He blocked my moves over and over. Occasionally, I would attack air once more and fall down a few more times. Dang, he's _fast_! He keeps telling me over and over, to concentrate and predict on where he's going to move next, or something of the sort. He moved so fast, he was like a blur to me.
Then, I tried to think like a Beyblader who's going against an opponent whose 'blade was very speedy and unpredictable. I tried to focus, but I keep missing. So, I decided not to attack so aggressively and wildly, and time my grandpa's movements. Back and forth, back and forth. Ready.no..not yet..there!
I aimed and swung. Finally, my kendo stick met up with grandpa's kendo stick, and pushed him back. He nodded with approval.
"You're finally getting it, Tyson." He grinned. "Even though it took you quite a while."
I blushed, embarrassed. He chuckled.
Fortunately, he left me alone, but not before he glanced at the family heirloom: the sword containing the soul of the Dragoon that was placed at the other end of the dojo.
~Kenny's POV~
If there's one thing I don't like about Tyson it's her overconfidence. She's not mean, or snobby, or arrogant (though there are times she is like that). It's just that she tends to be cocky, sometimes. She gets angry when others doubt her. Many boys think she is not a strong Beyblader, because she's a girl (I didn't say that; the chauvinist, sexist boys did.)
I did not doubt Tyson's abilities for a second. We can't run into a Beyblade battle without thinking of a strategy or upgrading. She is too sure of her capabilities, runs head-on into situations without thinking. She is also a bit of a hot head. If only she could hold her tongue..
Even Dizzy was silent. I guess she knows when to be sarcastic, and when to be respectful. I sighed. Tomorrow, the fate of the victims' Beyblades was at stake.
Suddenly, I heard the skidding of a Beyblade. I looked to my left from my position on the steps, leading from the road to the path under the bridge. I saw a cute freckled, blonde haired girl (whose hairstyle slightly reminded me of Tyson's) in orange overalls over a green T-shirt practicing with her green Beyblade from underneath the bridge. She seemed like the happy-go-lucky type, with that smile stuck on her face. I've never seen her, so I assume she's new here. I decided to start a conversation. After all, aren't you supposed to greet newcomers?
"Hey, you're new here, aren't you?"
The girl looked surprised and glanced towards me. She grinned. "Yeah, I just moved here." She walked to the steps. "My dad now owns a Beyblade shop."
"Really? So, it must be easy to retrieve new parts for your Beyblade."
She smiled. "True, as long as I help my dad run the place." She held out her hand. "I'm Maxie. I prefer to be called Max."
I thought it was strange for a girl trying to make her name sound more boy- like. I took her hand. "I'm Kenny, or 'Chief' as my friend Tyson sometimes call me." Max shook my hand. Then she face filled with recognition.
"Oh, so you're the one called Chief! I've heard about you. I think I heard of your friend's name, too. Tyson. Is he a good Beyblader as they say?"
"You mean, _she_," I pointed out. Max's eyes widened. She suddenly blushed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I-I didn't know." She scratched her head, and laughed. "Wow, a fellow girl Beyblader! I have not seen one in a long time before I moved here."
"Why is that?"
She shrugged. "A lot of girls I've known are usually not interested in Beyblading. They got their heads focused on fashion and judging others on their appearance and style." She sighed. "My old friends always told me to leave the Beyblading to the boys, and stick to makeup, or fashion, or being a cheer leader, and the other things most girls do."
She sat beside me casually, acting like we've been friends forever. She reminds me of Tyson. They are both outgoing, and friendly. She stared at the sky, in silence.
Dizzy's loud voice cut through the silence. "Well, Kenny? Aren't you going to introduce me to your new girlfriend?"
I blushed. I'm sure my face was all red; my face felt hot. "We've just met, Dizzy!" I turned to Max, who was looking at the laptop curiously. "Dizzy was my Bit Beast and she still is," I added hastily. "But due to an accident, she is kind of stuck in my laptop."
"Whoa, really?"
"Really, really," Dizzy replied.
"My sympathies."
"Thanks. Finally, someone who cares," Dizzy said, grateful for sympathy.
She got up. "Anyway, I got to go help my dad. See ya." She waved and ran off.
"Ooh, Kenny, you've got a new girlfriend!" Dizzy teased.
I blushed once again. "She seems nice. And she is just a new acquaintance, al right?" I defended myself.
"Okay, okay. No need to get so worked up!" Dizzy said, amused. "Anyway, don't we have to forgive a certain someone? Like your _other_ girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend!" I yelled, but I knew that Dizzy was just teasing me, and she wanted to see my reaction. "Al right. We'll go see Tyson." I got up and went up the steps.
TO BE CONTINUED
Okay, bad, good, awful, or okay? Don't worry. With time, Kai will come into the picture a little bit later on. Anyway, R+R!