Hiya!! I got chappie 4 up!! SQQUUUEEE!! Okay, you're gonna get a glimpse of some of the girl OCs here ~^ and i can tell you that one of em's name is Jade and she's Jade-55's OC! Thank you so much for letting me use her in my fic chicka!! ^____^ She's also writing another fic called Beynamite which u shud totally check out *wink* Nehow, on to the fic!
Star Horizons
Chapter 4: Satisfying Rout
The bed remained unfixed, the white sheets and vermilion comforter tangled in a mass of swirls of what looked like strawberry syrup whirled in vanilla ice cream. Opposing the cheesecake mixture was another mattress whose vanilla preferred its compliment to be blueberry. Random clothing littered the floor while a few single-paired shoes rested peacefully on the carpet as if they were on the beach.
A girl with light turquoise hair slowly entered the room carrying a large basket of laundry. She managed to take a few steps before ultimately dropping the oversized container on the ground. Sighing, she picked up the few garments that had fallen off during the release. As she placed the last piece of attire into the tub, she finally got a chance to get a good look at the room she was in.
Two girls eating breakfast in the kitchen looked up as they heard a high-pitched screech from the bedroom.
"I'm guessing she saw that little mess of ours," the one with fiery crimson hair said casually.
The girl sitting across from her flicked a piece of light red hair from her face as she finished chewing her cereal. "I'm guessing your right…you wanna do the countdown or shall I?"
"You, I did it last time."
Her blue eyes sparkled playfully, giving her friend a nod. "Okay then: five…four…three…two…one…"
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DID YOU TWO DO TO THE ROOM AGAIN!?!?" shrieked the turquoise haired girl, storming into the kitchen.
The two redheads began to laugh at her usual outburst. "This isn't funny!" she yelled, exasperated.
The darker haired one calmed her amusement as she stared at her friend intently with her emerald eyes. "Well let's video tape this act of yours and show you one day. Then you tell us that this isn't funny," she smirked.
The violet-eyed girl sighed in defeat, sliding into a chair. "I swear, you two are gonna make me lose my mind one day," she declared. "And if I didn't know any better, I would think you two were related."
The one with the tinted hair shook her head with a smile. "It's all just coincidence," she laughed.
"Oh forget it!" she said dismissively. "Anyway, we need to clean things up. Jet called earlier when you lazy bums were still asleep and he's coming over. I think we'd make a better impression on him if this place didn't look like it was hit by a tornado, am I right?"
For once, the two girls agreed. They simply nodded their heads as they headed to the disaster zone.
"AHHH!!! We're so late! The semi-finals have definitely started by now!" exclaimed Chief, practically pulling out his hair at the same time. "By the time we get there, it'll be all over!"
The boys had been stuck in a gridlock for quite some time now. Anxiety levels had undeniably raised a fair amount, especially for a certain computer genius. The Regional Tournament was, of course, a very special event, but never had the boys imagined that it would draw this many people. Beyblading had sure gotten quite popular over the last few years.
"Easy there buddy," Max tried to comfort his friend. "I'm sure Tyson's doing okay. You know him, he won't give in without putting up a good fight."
Kenny's shoulders slumped, his previously flailing arms now hanging loosely by his sides. "That's what I'm worried about," he groaned. "He'll probably keep battling until his blade is totally trashed…" Kenny paused for a brief moment before resuming back to the art of hair pulling. "This is all my fault! I should have accounted the possibility of traffic, or maybe we shouldn't have gone to the Hobby Shop in the first place or I could have-"
"It's nobody's fault," a stern voice abruptly suspended the brunette's babbling. The younger boys all looked at the usually quiet teenager who was sitting casually on his seat, strands of blue hair poised carelessly near his crimson eyes. "We can't see the future," he stated simply. "So there's no one to blame. How were we supposed to know that traffic would be this bad? It's no use griping about it now. What's done is done."
"Kai's right," agreed the blonde. "Besides, even if we hadn't gone back to the Hobby Shop and went straight to the arena, what good would we have been to Tyson without any spare parts? At least this way, we still have a chance of helping him out, even if we are late."
Kenny took a deep breath, ruffling his hair gently. Max had a point there. Without spare parts, they would have been just as useful to Tyson as they were being stuck in a traffic jam.
The brunette sighed, knowing they were logically correct, but still feeling dissatisfied about their situation. "I know what you're saying Max," he began, "and it's true, but I still wish we could be there to give him some moral support! What do you propose we do now? Sit here and wait until this infinite line up starts moving again?"
There was a short moment of silence before- "We run," a firm voice declared, reinitiating the sound waves.
The Russian, American, and Japanese boys looked at their Chinese friend, more or less bewildered with his suggestion. Run? All the way to the arena? Probably be at it for at least six kilometers? That wasn't something they were very keen on setting out to do.
Ray glanced at his friends, who were looking quite hesitant about his brilliant plan. "Got a better idea?" he finally asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because if you do I'd love to hear it."
"Hn, there isn't a better idea," replied Kai, pushing himself off his seat. "So? Let's go," he directed simply, exiting the bus.
Max parted his mouth slightly to call after him, but closed it again as his lips widened into a broad smile. "Well you heard him," he grinned, hopping out of his seat. "Let's go!"
The blonde bolted after Kai, leaving only Kenny and Ray left in the bus. The dark-haired teen started to head to the door, but paused as he turned back to his young comrade. "You coming Chief?"
The brunette sighed, standing up. "Well I don't have much of a choice, do I?" he said back, commencing along after the rest.
"Whoa! And Cyris's blade is maneuvering its way over the logs to get across the river! It doesn't look he'll let Chris shake him off that easily!" an enthusiastic AJ Topper commented.
"Of course not," Brad Best rang in. "Cyris is the defending champion! He's not gonna just hand the pauper his crown on a silver platter. Chris'll have to earn it!"
The crowd was howling with excitement, genuinely enjoying the match, but who wouldn't? Chris and Cyris were putting on one amazing show! Both boys were giving it everything they had. It was the third round of the match, the two players were deadlocked, and the pressure had naturally increased a considerable amount.
"Come on buddy!" Tyson yelled on the sidelines. "I know you can do it! Just give it all you've got!"
Chris could hear his friend cheering him on and a faint smile played onto his lips. He didn't tell him, but he actually knew that Tyson was from the once renowned team, the Bladebreakers. The young blonde knew all about what they went through and he was actually a really big fan of theirs.
The Breakers had been a significant motivator for Chris when it came to Beyblading. It was their example about never giving up and just believing in yourself that always kept Chris going, even in the toughest situations.
'I'm not gonna let him down,' he proclaimed to himself determinedly. "Cyris!" Chris shouted. "I don't care whether you are the defending champion or not! YOU ARE GOING DOWN!"
"We'll just see about that kid," Cyris muttered darkly under his breath. His silent threat was put into action, as his blade suddenly seemed to move up a notch in everyway possible: its spin, its agility and its power.
"It looks like Chris might be in trouble!" exclaimed AJ. "Cyris is heading straight for his blade like runaway train!"
"'This is it," Chris whispered to himself, clenching his fists. "It's now or never…ATTACK!!" he ordered his blade ferociously.
"I guess Chris is tired of running and they're going for a head-to-head collision!" proclaimed Brad.
Both Beyblades spun furiously towards each other, neither showing any sign of doubt. In the next second, there was a thunderous clash as the two blades finally met each other personally. Immediately following, one of the blades sprung from the dish onto the cold floor.
The crowd stared in awe, waiting for the winner to be announced. DJ Jazzman carefully looked at the blade lying on the floor and soon brought the microphone to his mouth. "The winner of this match is our defending champion, CYRIS!!!" he declared, resulting in excited cheers from the audience.
"What an awesome match! I gotta say AJ, that Chris sure gave Cyris a run for his money!"
"You can say that again! I'm sure that we'll be seeing a lot more of this promising blader in the future."
Meanwhile on the playing ground, Chris was kneeling down, picking up his blade. "I guess I still have a long way to go," he sighed to himself.
"That was a really good match," a voice cut in.
Chris looked up to see Cyris standing there with an extended hand. "Heh, thanks," he replied, accepting his kind gesture, "but the better blader still won."
"You've got a lot of potential kid, I'm sure we'll meet again in the future. And when that day comes, I expect more of you."
The blonde smiled, nodding his head. "Of course," he smirked.
Cyris shook his head accordingly before leaving the Beyfield. Chris stared after his opponent. He didn't win, but he gave it all he had…and that's all that mattered. Looking down at his Beyblade, he promised that next time, he would win.
A certain black-haired teenager watched the entire match like a hawk. His dark auburn eyes studying both bladers's moves and his mind fervently contemplating on ways to counter them. If he wanted to be the best, he would have to be ready for anything.
As much as it pained him to admit, Chris put up a good fight against Cyris, especially considering that he was the defending champion and probably a year or two older than the light-haired boy, but it's not like he'd ever admit that out loud to anyone. Of course not. He had to keep up his tough exterior up. Just as he learned when he was younger, the weak perish while the strong rise to the top.
His musings were cut short as the cell phone given to him by Mr. Dickenson rang. He quickly left his seat and made his way into the hallway, picking up the phone.
"Hello?… Yes I'm fine…Hah, well I guess you can say I've been interacting with other people here… Yah I met Tyson, but the only thing I can see is his big mouth…Whatever, if you say so…Traffic jam?… Okay then…Bye."
He clicked the red button on the small device and slipped it into his pocket. With a bored sigh, he began to stride through the halls. So far, today has definitely been uneventful.
After arriving at the hotel quite early in the morning, he was told to either wait there or wander aimlessly until all the proper arrangements were finalized. Yeah right! Like he was just going to waste his time with trivialities. It took a while, but he convinced Mr. Dickenson to let him attend the Regional Tournament just to watch, which so far, has proven to be of no use to him. With the exception of the last battle, everything else was painfully too novice for his taste.
Now, all he could do was wait for Mr. Dickenson while watching the next match between that loud-mouth Tyson and whoever his opponent is. What an exciting plan.
Confused? That's wonderful! I guess your just gonna have to keep reading and reviewing to understand what's going on huh? LoL, ^^ arigatou gouzimas for making it this far, i hope ur enjoyin reading it as much as i enjoy writing it ^^
Star Horizons
Chapter 4: Satisfying Rout
The bed remained unfixed, the white sheets and vermilion comforter tangled in a mass of swirls of what looked like strawberry syrup whirled in vanilla ice cream. Opposing the cheesecake mixture was another mattress whose vanilla preferred its compliment to be blueberry. Random clothing littered the floor while a few single-paired shoes rested peacefully on the carpet as if they were on the beach.
A girl with light turquoise hair slowly entered the room carrying a large basket of laundry. She managed to take a few steps before ultimately dropping the oversized container on the ground. Sighing, she picked up the few garments that had fallen off during the release. As she placed the last piece of attire into the tub, she finally got a chance to get a good look at the room she was in.
Two girls eating breakfast in the kitchen looked up as they heard a high-pitched screech from the bedroom.
"I'm guessing she saw that little mess of ours," the one with fiery crimson hair said casually.
The girl sitting across from her flicked a piece of light red hair from her face as she finished chewing her cereal. "I'm guessing your right…you wanna do the countdown or shall I?"
"You, I did it last time."
Her blue eyes sparkled playfully, giving her friend a nod. "Okay then: five…four…three…two…one…"
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DID YOU TWO DO TO THE ROOM AGAIN!?!?" shrieked the turquoise haired girl, storming into the kitchen.
The two redheads began to laugh at her usual outburst. "This isn't funny!" she yelled, exasperated.
The darker haired one calmed her amusement as she stared at her friend intently with her emerald eyes. "Well let's video tape this act of yours and show you one day. Then you tell us that this isn't funny," she smirked.
The violet-eyed girl sighed in defeat, sliding into a chair. "I swear, you two are gonna make me lose my mind one day," she declared. "And if I didn't know any better, I would think you two were related."
The one with the tinted hair shook her head with a smile. "It's all just coincidence," she laughed.
"Oh forget it!" she said dismissively. "Anyway, we need to clean things up. Jet called earlier when you lazy bums were still asleep and he's coming over. I think we'd make a better impression on him if this place didn't look like it was hit by a tornado, am I right?"
For once, the two girls agreed. They simply nodded their heads as they headed to the disaster zone.
"AHHH!!! We're so late! The semi-finals have definitely started by now!" exclaimed Chief, practically pulling out his hair at the same time. "By the time we get there, it'll be all over!"
The boys had been stuck in a gridlock for quite some time now. Anxiety levels had undeniably raised a fair amount, especially for a certain computer genius. The Regional Tournament was, of course, a very special event, but never had the boys imagined that it would draw this many people. Beyblading had sure gotten quite popular over the last few years.
"Easy there buddy," Max tried to comfort his friend. "I'm sure Tyson's doing okay. You know him, he won't give in without putting up a good fight."
Kenny's shoulders slumped, his previously flailing arms now hanging loosely by his sides. "That's what I'm worried about," he groaned. "He'll probably keep battling until his blade is totally trashed…" Kenny paused for a brief moment before resuming back to the art of hair pulling. "This is all my fault! I should have accounted the possibility of traffic, or maybe we shouldn't have gone to the Hobby Shop in the first place or I could have-"
"It's nobody's fault," a stern voice abruptly suspended the brunette's babbling. The younger boys all looked at the usually quiet teenager who was sitting casually on his seat, strands of blue hair poised carelessly near his crimson eyes. "We can't see the future," he stated simply. "So there's no one to blame. How were we supposed to know that traffic would be this bad? It's no use griping about it now. What's done is done."
"Kai's right," agreed the blonde. "Besides, even if we hadn't gone back to the Hobby Shop and went straight to the arena, what good would we have been to Tyson without any spare parts? At least this way, we still have a chance of helping him out, even if we are late."
Kenny took a deep breath, ruffling his hair gently. Max had a point there. Without spare parts, they would have been just as useful to Tyson as they were being stuck in a traffic jam.
The brunette sighed, knowing they were logically correct, but still feeling dissatisfied about their situation. "I know what you're saying Max," he began, "and it's true, but I still wish we could be there to give him some moral support! What do you propose we do now? Sit here and wait until this infinite line up starts moving again?"
There was a short moment of silence before- "We run," a firm voice declared, reinitiating the sound waves.
The Russian, American, and Japanese boys looked at their Chinese friend, more or less bewildered with his suggestion. Run? All the way to the arena? Probably be at it for at least six kilometers? That wasn't something they were very keen on setting out to do.
Ray glanced at his friends, who were looking quite hesitant about his brilliant plan. "Got a better idea?" he finally asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because if you do I'd love to hear it."
"Hn, there isn't a better idea," replied Kai, pushing himself off his seat. "So? Let's go," he directed simply, exiting the bus.
Max parted his mouth slightly to call after him, but closed it again as his lips widened into a broad smile. "Well you heard him," he grinned, hopping out of his seat. "Let's go!"
The blonde bolted after Kai, leaving only Kenny and Ray left in the bus. The dark-haired teen started to head to the door, but paused as he turned back to his young comrade. "You coming Chief?"
The brunette sighed, standing up. "Well I don't have much of a choice, do I?" he said back, commencing along after the rest.
"Whoa! And Cyris's blade is maneuvering its way over the logs to get across the river! It doesn't look he'll let Chris shake him off that easily!" an enthusiastic AJ Topper commented.
"Of course not," Brad Best rang in. "Cyris is the defending champion! He's not gonna just hand the pauper his crown on a silver platter. Chris'll have to earn it!"
The crowd was howling with excitement, genuinely enjoying the match, but who wouldn't? Chris and Cyris were putting on one amazing show! Both boys were giving it everything they had. It was the third round of the match, the two players were deadlocked, and the pressure had naturally increased a considerable amount.
"Come on buddy!" Tyson yelled on the sidelines. "I know you can do it! Just give it all you've got!"
Chris could hear his friend cheering him on and a faint smile played onto his lips. He didn't tell him, but he actually knew that Tyson was from the once renowned team, the Bladebreakers. The young blonde knew all about what they went through and he was actually a really big fan of theirs.
The Breakers had been a significant motivator for Chris when it came to Beyblading. It was their example about never giving up and just believing in yourself that always kept Chris going, even in the toughest situations.
'I'm not gonna let him down,' he proclaimed to himself determinedly. "Cyris!" Chris shouted. "I don't care whether you are the defending champion or not! YOU ARE GOING DOWN!"
"We'll just see about that kid," Cyris muttered darkly under his breath. His silent threat was put into action, as his blade suddenly seemed to move up a notch in everyway possible: its spin, its agility and its power.
"It looks like Chris might be in trouble!" exclaimed AJ. "Cyris is heading straight for his blade like runaway train!"
"'This is it," Chris whispered to himself, clenching his fists. "It's now or never…ATTACK!!" he ordered his blade ferociously.
"I guess Chris is tired of running and they're going for a head-to-head collision!" proclaimed Brad.
Both Beyblades spun furiously towards each other, neither showing any sign of doubt. In the next second, there was a thunderous clash as the two blades finally met each other personally. Immediately following, one of the blades sprung from the dish onto the cold floor.
The crowd stared in awe, waiting for the winner to be announced. DJ Jazzman carefully looked at the blade lying on the floor and soon brought the microphone to his mouth. "The winner of this match is our defending champion, CYRIS!!!" he declared, resulting in excited cheers from the audience.
"What an awesome match! I gotta say AJ, that Chris sure gave Cyris a run for his money!"
"You can say that again! I'm sure that we'll be seeing a lot more of this promising blader in the future."
Meanwhile on the playing ground, Chris was kneeling down, picking up his blade. "I guess I still have a long way to go," he sighed to himself.
"That was a really good match," a voice cut in.
Chris looked up to see Cyris standing there with an extended hand. "Heh, thanks," he replied, accepting his kind gesture, "but the better blader still won."
"You've got a lot of potential kid, I'm sure we'll meet again in the future. And when that day comes, I expect more of you."
The blonde smiled, nodding his head. "Of course," he smirked.
Cyris shook his head accordingly before leaving the Beyfield. Chris stared after his opponent. He didn't win, but he gave it all he had…and that's all that mattered. Looking down at his Beyblade, he promised that next time, he would win.
A certain black-haired teenager watched the entire match like a hawk. His dark auburn eyes studying both bladers's moves and his mind fervently contemplating on ways to counter them. If he wanted to be the best, he would have to be ready for anything.
As much as it pained him to admit, Chris put up a good fight against Cyris, especially considering that he was the defending champion and probably a year or two older than the light-haired boy, but it's not like he'd ever admit that out loud to anyone. Of course not. He had to keep up his tough exterior up. Just as he learned when he was younger, the weak perish while the strong rise to the top.
His musings were cut short as the cell phone given to him by Mr. Dickenson rang. He quickly left his seat and made his way into the hallway, picking up the phone.
"Hello?… Yes I'm fine…Hah, well I guess you can say I've been interacting with other people here… Yah I met Tyson, but the only thing I can see is his big mouth…Whatever, if you say so…Traffic jam?… Okay then…Bye."
He clicked the red button on the small device and slipped it into his pocket. With a bored sigh, he began to stride through the halls. So far, today has definitely been uneventful.
After arriving at the hotel quite early in the morning, he was told to either wait there or wander aimlessly until all the proper arrangements were finalized. Yeah right! Like he was just going to waste his time with trivialities. It took a while, but he convinced Mr. Dickenson to let him attend the Regional Tournament just to watch, which so far, has proven to be of no use to him. With the exception of the last battle, everything else was painfully too novice for his taste.
Now, all he could do was wait for Mr. Dickenson while watching the next match between that loud-mouth Tyson and whoever his opponent is. What an exciting plan.
Confused? That's wonderful! I guess your just gonna have to keep reading and reviewing to understand what's going on huh? LoL, ^^ arigatou gouzimas for making it this far, i hope ur enjoyin reading it as much as i enjoy writing it ^^