people r still interested even though i have OCs! Yay! ^^;; arigatou gouzimas!!!! and i'm sorry dat i confused sum people! Jet is.. well we'll just say dat he works for Mr. Dickenson ~^ oh n who here dislikes that horrible bastard guy? LoL XD well i dun wanna give everything away, but i will tell you that u'll be seeing a lot of him so u better get used to him ~^ on a sidenote, BEYBLADE IS OVER!!!! *criez* was the season finale amazing or wut!?!? i'm both happy n sad about it all... n i think u'll prolly c that in this chapter XD neway, onto da fic ^^
Star Horizons
Chapter 3: More Encounters
Occasionally people would enter and exit the hotel restaurant, parting with some kind of hot beverage or morning snack. They would arrive quietly in groups, whispering amongst themselves and leaving subtly after receiving their order.
A limited amount of people sat at the normally busy tables engaged in a book, the daily press or some other form of quiet media. Amid those few was an elderly gentleman dressed in a professional suit and matching top hat, sitting patiently reading a newspaper.
"Would you like to order anything Sir?" a young waitress asked.
Mr. Dickenson looked up and gave her a warm smile. "No, but thank you for asking," he said genially. "Although, I wouldn't mind if I had another newspaper to entertain myself with."
The brunette smiled back and nodded as she dismissed herself to the counter in search for any other compositions lying around.
The plump elder reengaged himself with the Daily Paper, skimming through an editorial about the Regional Tournament today. As he read, Mr. Dickenson chuckled softly, wondering what kind of havoc his teenage guest was probably causing at the stadium right now.
He had suggested that the young man wait at the hotel or wander around the city during the competition, but the adolescent was simply adamant about it and pressed on until Mr. Dickenson finally conceded his leaving.
What a defiant and provoking character he had! Nevertheless, he was still a highly skilled Beyblader, which is why Mr. Dickenson entailed his presence in the first place.
"Um, sir?" the waitress asked timidly. Mr. Dickenson's small eyes withdrew from the paper, politely giving her his attention. Thus, she continued. "This article is pretty old, but it's still a classic. That's why we still keep it. I hardly doubt anyone had forgotten about that event anyway."
He looked at her curiously as she handed him the worn out paper, bowing and subsequently leaving. His eyes immediately scanned the heading, and both a smile and frown formed on his round face at the same time.
"The Bladebreakers win World Championships" was the title. Now that was a day he'd never forget or the whole experience with the boys, as a matter of fact. Their odyssey was filled with moments of elation like winning their first championships in the Asian Tournament, but it also embodied many afflictions as well like the whole experience with Black Dranzer.
Looking at the article's corresponding illustration, Mr. Dickenson sighed, both contently and dolefully as he remembered the past. He mused silently to himself, wondering whether the path of this journey would be intertwined with the last one.
"Am I interrupting anything?" a male's voice suddenly came forth.
Without any alarm, Mr. Dickenson brought the newspaper down onto the table calmly and grinned at the silver-haired man sitting across from him. "No, not at all," was the response. "Well Jet, I'm sorry for the sudden change of location, but I've been rather busy. I'm very pleased that you were able to make it."
He returned the considerate welcome, nodding. "Likewise."
"So, have you considered my proposition?" he asked, not wasting any time.
Jet shook his head accordingly. "I have."
"And have you come to a decision?"
Another nod.
"That would be?"
"The first part is fine, but the second part…well they're not going to be happy about it," he stated simply. "Although, I do have confidence things will work out okay. Did you get a hold of…?
"Yes, he's at the stadium right now."
"Defiant?"
"Very."
Jet laughed. "I thought so. The newfound team and him might not get along very well at first and they'll be less that thrilled about who he is replacing."
"I'm sure they'll get used to him," Mr. Dickenson smiled. "And I'm sure he'll eventually come around. Oh! That reminds me, have you talked to your team's captain about this little switch?"
"I have," the dark eyed man nodded. "He said he'll go along with the exchange as well."
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the plump gentleman. "I'm sure he'll fit in with my boys just fine. Speaking of which, we really should be on our way."
Jet agreed, standing up.
The party of four had arrived at the shop roughly around nine thirty and had promptly begun their pursuit for the required parts. Kai looked for attack rings, Max looked for blade bases, Ray looked for spin gear, and Kenny looked for weight disks while floating around seeking anything else that would be useful.
At the present moment, the three darker haired boys were waiting restlessly in the bus for their blonde teammate to come out. His search had yet to end due to an extended need.
Kenny sighed impatiently as he abruptly stood up. "That's it, I'm going in to get him," he declared, concerned that their arrival would be too late to be any use for Tyson. Hastily, he exited the bus and ran back to the shop, opening the door eagerly.
He quickly skimmed the room, instantly spotting Max looking through a cupboard. "Max, Hurry up! I think the second round might be starting soon!" hollered Kenny, holding open the front door.
Max looked up from the shelves for a brief second and sighed anxiously. "I know, I'm coming! I just need to find a defense ring!" he cried back, resuming back to his task.
"Where is it?" he whispered to himself, searching fervently. "I know that it's here some- HEY! I GOT IT!" he shouted triumphantly, pulling it out from underneath masses of gear. "Wait up! I'll be out in a second!"
The blonde quickly slipped the defense ring into his pocket, and scurried out the door, nearly knocking Kenny over in the process. "Oops! Sorry Chief!" he yelled behind him, hopping into the yellow vehicle.
The young brunette rolled his eyes. "Yes, now he hurries," he mumbled to himself, trudging after his friend back to the bus.
The navy-haired teen watched excitedly in his seat as the third succession came to an end. Cheering happily, he watched Chris's reassembled Beyblade fly back into his hand.
With Tyson's help and some of Chris's other friends, putting the blade back together was a breeze. If he hadn't known better, he would have never guessed that the young boy's blade was trashed earlier. Now, the blonde was the victor of his string in the first round.
"Hey buddy!" exclaimed Tyson, jumping out of the stands and sprinting towards his friend. "You were totally awesome out there! That was so sweet!" he grinned, giving him a thumbs up.
Chris smiled back, his cheeks slightly tinted. "Aw thanks Tyson, but I wasn't that great out there," he replied modestly. "I mean compared to your round, mine was nothing," he added, remembering Tyson's victory.
"Aw man," the teen blushed. "Well…I guess, but I'm still not as good as I used to be."
"Used to be?" echoed Chris, the two boys now walking to the contestant area.
"Yah," he began, "I used to Beyblade a lot when I was around your age. I just kinda stopped because of other things."
"Then what brought you back here?" inquired the hazel-eyed boy.
"My friend Max," Tyson explained. "He convinced me to try out for this competition just for old times sake. Y'know, he's actually supposed to be here…" his voice trailed off a bit as he looked down at the floor with a sigh, "but I guess he probably got wrapped up with work at the Hobby Shop…"
"I'm sorry," Chris commented sympathetically.
The sixteen-year-old looked up, smiling. "Don't worry about it. I still met some pretty awesome people," he nudged his new friend.
Chris grinned back as he flicked a few strands of dirty blonde hair from his face. "Well the feelings are mutual Tyson," he replied good-naturedly. "And don't worry about your friend Max, he's probably just running a bit late. I'm sure he'll be here soon."
"It's okay man. It kinda sucks but I'm sure I'll be fine even if he can't make it," nodded Tyson.
"I highly doubt that," a familiar cold voice cut in.
The two teens turned around to find a boy with night-coloured hair and complementary deep auburn eyes leaning carelessly against the doorframe. His dark red shirt was enclosed by a black trench coat that dangled shyly near his boots. One of his gloved hands was in a pocket on his navy jeans while the other had situated itself against the door case.
"Well aren't we glad to see you again," Tyson said sarcastically. "What are you doing here anyway? You're not even competing."
He shrugged, walking up to them. "I'm bored. Watching all these baby matches are tiresome, especially that last one," he added, smirking at Chris.
"Why you-" Tyson began heatedly, but was pulled back by the blonde.
"How pathetic," the dark-haired teen sighed, rolling his eyes. "This is such a waste of my time. I thought maybe I'd catch some interesting Beyblading action here, but all I've seen are some weak wannabes… I should've stayed back at the hotel," he said to himself quietly.
Tyson glared at the teen, fuming. Without Kai around, he had forgotten how aggravating these egotistical bladers could be. This sure was blast from the past; except the difference was probably that the irritation level had amplified about five times.
"Great, another arrogant prick to deal with," Tyson sighed to himself. "It's déjà vu all over again." Chris muffled a laugh, noticing the annoyed expression on the other boy's face.
"Childish amateur," he stated, before brusquely exiting the room, his coat flowing behind him.
The fourteen-year-old burst into laughter as soon as trench-coat boy was out of sight. "Did you see his face? I'm guessing he doesn't like people who joke around," he grinned at Tyson.
Tyson nodded, laughing. "Well guys like him don't know how to lighten up. That's why they hate it so much."
"But what got you to do that? I mean he may be full of himself, but he sure is intimidating."
Tyson cocked his head, smiling. "Let's just say I've had a lot of experience with guys like him. My old team's captain wasn't exactly someone you'd describe as fun and friendly."
"Let the semi-finals begin!!" DJ Jazzman suddenly announced in the open arena. "First match: defending champion Cyris versus the sensational newcomer Chris!!" A load roar could be heard from the seats as the crowd began to hype up, the cheers bouncing through the halls and into the room Tyson and Chris were in.
"It looks like you're up first," grinned the darker-haired boy. "And you better win this one because I wanna battle you in the finals!"
Chris returned that remark with confident smile. "You can count it."
did that last scene remind u of nethin from the show? LoL XD like i said, it's a spin-off ^^ oh btw, does nebody here want me to introduce the girl OC's? cuz i can actually wait like 2 more chapterz or i can do sumthin next chapter... LoL, jus tell me ~^ oh and fer u people still interested in Everywhere... i am workin on it.. demo i really don't know wut to write -.- so till next time *bowz*
Star Horizons
Chapter 3: More Encounters
Occasionally people would enter and exit the hotel restaurant, parting with some kind of hot beverage or morning snack. They would arrive quietly in groups, whispering amongst themselves and leaving subtly after receiving their order.
A limited amount of people sat at the normally busy tables engaged in a book, the daily press or some other form of quiet media. Amid those few was an elderly gentleman dressed in a professional suit and matching top hat, sitting patiently reading a newspaper.
"Would you like to order anything Sir?" a young waitress asked.
Mr. Dickenson looked up and gave her a warm smile. "No, but thank you for asking," he said genially. "Although, I wouldn't mind if I had another newspaper to entertain myself with."
The brunette smiled back and nodded as she dismissed herself to the counter in search for any other compositions lying around.
The plump elder reengaged himself with the Daily Paper, skimming through an editorial about the Regional Tournament today. As he read, Mr. Dickenson chuckled softly, wondering what kind of havoc his teenage guest was probably causing at the stadium right now.
He had suggested that the young man wait at the hotel or wander around the city during the competition, but the adolescent was simply adamant about it and pressed on until Mr. Dickenson finally conceded his leaving.
What a defiant and provoking character he had! Nevertheless, he was still a highly skilled Beyblader, which is why Mr. Dickenson entailed his presence in the first place.
"Um, sir?" the waitress asked timidly. Mr. Dickenson's small eyes withdrew from the paper, politely giving her his attention. Thus, she continued. "This article is pretty old, but it's still a classic. That's why we still keep it. I hardly doubt anyone had forgotten about that event anyway."
He looked at her curiously as she handed him the worn out paper, bowing and subsequently leaving. His eyes immediately scanned the heading, and both a smile and frown formed on his round face at the same time.
"The Bladebreakers win World Championships" was the title. Now that was a day he'd never forget or the whole experience with the boys, as a matter of fact. Their odyssey was filled with moments of elation like winning their first championships in the Asian Tournament, but it also embodied many afflictions as well like the whole experience with Black Dranzer.
Looking at the article's corresponding illustration, Mr. Dickenson sighed, both contently and dolefully as he remembered the past. He mused silently to himself, wondering whether the path of this journey would be intertwined with the last one.
"Am I interrupting anything?" a male's voice suddenly came forth.
Without any alarm, Mr. Dickenson brought the newspaper down onto the table calmly and grinned at the silver-haired man sitting across from him. "No, not at all," was the response. "Well Jet, I'm sorry for the sudden change of location, but I've been rather busy. I'm very pleased that you were able to make it."
He returned the considerate welcome, nodding. "Likewise."
"So, have you considered my proposition?" he asked, not wasting any time.
Jet shook his head accordingly. "I have."
"And have you come to a decision?"
Another nod.
"That would be?"
"The first part is fine, but the second part…well they're not going to be happy about it," he stated simply. "Although, I do have confidence things will work out okay. Did you get a hold of…?
"Yes, he's at the stadium right now."
"Defiant?"
"Very."
Jet laughed. "I thought so. The newfound team and him might not get along very well at first and they'll be less that thrilled about who he is replacing."
"I'm sure they'll get used to him," Mr. Dickenson smiled. "And I'm sure he'll eventually come around. Oh! That reminds me, have you talked to your team's captain about this little switch?"
"I have," the dark eyed man nodded. "He said he'll go along with the exchange as well."
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the plump gentleman. "I'm sure he'll fit in with my boys just fine. Speaking of which, we really should be on our way."
Jet agreed, standing up.
The party of four had arrived at the shop roughly around nine thirty and had promptly begun their pursuit for the required parts. Kai looked for attack rings, Max looked for blade bases, Ray looked for spin gear, and Kenny looked for weight disks while floating around seeking anything else that would be useful.
At the present moment, the three darker haired boys were waiting restlessly in the bus for their blonde teammate to come out. His search had yet to end due to an extended need.
Kenny sighed impatiently as he abruptly stood up. "That's it, I'm going in to get him," he declared, concerned that their arrival would be too late to be any use for Tyson. Hastily, he exited the bus and ran back to the shop, opening the door eagerly.
He quickly skimmed the room, instantly spotting Max looking through a cupboard. "Max, Hurry up! I think the second round might be starting soon!" hollered Kenny, holding open the front door.
Max looked up from the shelves for a brief second and sighed anxiously. "I know, I'm coming! I just need to find a defense ring!" he cried back, resuming back to his task.
"Where is it?" he whispered to himself, searching fervently. "I know that it's here some- HEY! I GOT IT!" he shouted triumphantly, pulling it out from underneath masses of gear. "Wait up! I'll be out in a second!"
The blonde quickly slipped the defense ring into his pocket, and scurried out the door, nearly knocking Kenny over in the process. "Oops! Sorry Chief!" he yelled behind him, hopping into the yellow vehicle.
The young brunette rolled his eyes. "Yes, now he hurries," he mumbled to himself, trudging after his friend back to the bus.
The navy-haired teen watched excitedly in his seat as the third succession came to an end. Cheering happily, he watched Chris's reassembled Beyblade fly back into his hand.
With Tyson's help and some of Chris's other friends, putting the blade back together was a breeze. If he hadn't known better, he would have never guessed that the young boy's blade was trashed earlier. Now, the blonde was the victor of his string in the first round.
"Hey buddy!" exclaimed Tyson, jumping out of the stands and sprinting towards his friend. "You were totally awesome out there! That was so sweet!" he grinned, giving him a thumbs up.
Chris smiled back, his cheeks slightly tinted. "Aw thanks Tyson, but I wasn't that great out there," he replied modestly. "I mean compared to your round, mine was nothing," he added, remembering Tyson's victory.
"Aw man," the teen blushed. "Well…I guess, but I'm still not as good as I used to be."
"Used to be?" echoed Chris, the two boys now walking to the contestant area.
"Yah," he began, "I used to Beyblade a lot when I was around your age. I just kinda stopped because of other things."
"Then what brought you back here?" inquired the hazel-eyed boy.
"My friend Max," Tyson explained. "He convinced me to try out for this competition just for old times sake. Y'know, he's actually supposed to be here…" his voice trailed off a bit as he looked down at the floor with a sigh, "but I guess he probably got wrapped up with work at the Hobby Shop…"
"I'm sorry," Chris commented sympathetically.
The sixteen-year-old looked up, smiling. "Don't worry about it. I still met some pretty awesome people," he nudged his new friend.
Chris grinned back as he flicked a few strands of dirty blonde hair from his face. "Well the feelings are mutual Tyson," he replied good-naturedly. "And don't worry about your friend Max, he's probably just running a bit late. I'm sure he'll be here soon."
"It's okay man. It kinda sucks but I'm sure I'll be fine even if he can't make it," nodded Tyson.
"I highly doubt that," a familiar cold voice cut in.
The two teens turned around to find a boy with night-coloured hair and complementary deep auburn eyes leaning carelessly against the doorframe. His dark red shirt was enclosed by a black trench coat that dangled shyly near his boots. One of his gloved hands was in a pocket on his navy jeans while the other had situated itself against the door case.
"Well aren't we glad to see you again," Tyson said sarcastically. "What are you doing here anyway? You're not even competing."
He shrugged, walking up to them. "I'm bored. Watching all these baby matches are tiresome, especially that last one," he added, smirking at Chris.
"Why you-" Tyson began heatedly, but was pulled back by the blonde.
"How pathetic," the dark-haired teen sighed, rolling his eyes. "This is such a waste of my time. I thought maybe I'd catch some interesting Beyblading action here, but all I've seen are some weak wannabes… I should've stayed back at the hotel," he said to himself quietly.
Tyson glared at the teen, fuming. Without Kai around, he had forgotten how aggravating these egotistical bladers could be. This sure was blast from the past; except the difference was probably that the irritation level had amplified about five times.
"Great, another arrogant prick to deal with," Tyson sighed to himself. "It's déjà vu all over again." Chris muffled a laugh, noticing the annoyed expression on the other boy's face.
"Childish amateur," he stated, before brusquely exiting the room, his coat flowing behind him.
The fourteen-year-old burst into laughter as soon as trench-coat boy was out of sight. "Did you see his face? I'm guessing he doesn't like people who joke around," he grinned at Tyson.
Tyson nodded, laughing. "Well guys like him don't know how to lighten up. That's why they hate it so much."
"But what got you to do that? I mean he may be full of himself, but he sure is intimidating."
Tyson cocked his head, smiling. "Let's just say I've had a lot of experience with guys like him. My old team's captain wasn't exactly someone you'd describe as fun and friendly."
"Let the semi-finals begin!!" DJ Jazzman suddenly announced in the open arena. "First match: defending champion Cyris versus the sensational newcomer Chris!!" A load roar could be heard from the seats as the crowd began to hype up, the cheers bouncing through the halls and into the room Tyson and Chris were in.
"It looks like you're up first," grinned the darker-haired boy. "And you better win this one because I wanna battle you in the finals!"
Chris returned that remark with confident smile. "You can count it."
did that last scene remind u of nethin from the show? LoL XD like i said, it's a spin-off ^^ oh btw, does nebody here want me to introduce the girl OC's? cuz i can actually wait like 2 more chapterz or i can do sumthin next chapter... LoL, jus tell me ~^ oh and fer u people still interested in Everywhere... i am workin on it.. demo i really don't know wut to write -.- so till next time *bowz*