Beyblade: Triple Heart
By: ChocolateEclar
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of 'Beyblade,' which includes all teams and their bitbeasts, etc.
Claimer: I only own 'Triple Heart,' Palara, and Mr. and Mrs. McClane.
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Tasha: Its only one review…
Me: *pouts* Oh shut up! You've destroyed my good mood!
Tasha: Right… -__-
Me: =P
Tasha: Real mature, Choccy.
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Palara: *growls*
Me: Alright! All right! I'll get on with the story!
Chapter 4: Tasha, the Fashionably Late
"Tasha!" complained Tyson a few weeks afterward.
"Tyson!" Tasha said mimicking his tone.
"How could you eat the last piece of pizza?" whined Tyson.
"I was hungry," replied Tasha neutrally. She grinned at him mockingly, causing Tyson to lunge at her good-humoredly.
Tasha jumped up, dodging her teammate. She stuck out her tongue at the boy and bounded out of the room. Or atleast she tried to anyway. In her path, near the door, was Palara, lying contently on the floor. Tasha tripped over the snow leopard bitbeast and went flying into the wall instead. She whimpered fakely as Palara snarled at her and the rest of the Bladebreakers laughed.
They had been sitting around a glass table in a screened-in porch in Mr. Dickenson's mansion in Japan, chatting and eating pizza. Now they cleaned up and walked out onto the porch talking, while Palara went back to sleep and lay curled up once more.
Tyson had returned to living with his grandfather while they had been back in Japan, Rei had staying at a hotel, Kai (who had refused to go anywhere near his grandfather) had been staying in the same hotel, Kenny had been at his own family's house, Max had been living with his father, and Tasha had been residing with her parents and grandfather, Mr. Dickenson, in that very manor. They had met there that day to discuss the upcoming tournament. It would be held in America again and be officially hosted by the All-Starz team, and the BBA of course.
"This is going to be great!" exclaimed Tasha leaning against the porch railing. The others nodded. This would be a sort of final test for Tasha. It would tell them whether or not she had what it takes to be a part of a team.
Tasha was wearing a kimono, which looked strange to them after seeing her in her 'Triple Heart' attire, its soft pale pink background and turquoise sash accenting her sapphire eyes. Her colorless hair was tied into a bun by a large turquoise ribbon with two jagged tresses hanging on either side of her face.
The only Bladebreaker to have faced the new member in an authentic beyblade match was Max, who had battled and lost to Tasha that very day. Palara had confused the defensive turtle, Draciel, with her Jungle Fever attack and had gradually taken out the bitbeast's remaining resistances. In the end, it left the other Bladebreakers with a newfound respect for their new partner; a respect that would grow over the years to come.
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Later that day, the Bladebreakers were gathered in Mr. Dickenson's living room. They had had several more mock beyblade matches outside and now were drinking lemonade and looking at the various pictures on the mantelpiece above the fireplace. Most of the photographs were of Tasha, her parents, Mr. Dickenson, and/or Palara, but there where a few with people that looked quite a bit like Tasha, but where unknown to the boys. Some even had her white locks.
There were three pictures of a tiny Tasha; in one she was wearing a sailor-like school uniform, in another she had on jeans and a T-shift with a smiley face in the center of it, and the final picture was of a small soaking wet Tasha wrapped in a huge towel. The only photos with Palara were one with only her back in view and her tail curled behind her and one more with Tasha and Palara sitting together on cool spring grass. There also was a snapshot of Mr. Dickenson, Tasha, and her parents posing together on a couch. Tasha's mother had smooth jet-black tresses that cascaded down her back and azure eyes, while Tasha's father had cropped white hair and hazel eyes. Both their pictures seemed to radiant an intense mirth that only came from two truly content people.
Tasha flushed slightly at the image of the tiny version of herself in the towel and laughed at the one with her as a small child in a school uniform that was far too big for her. There was another, more recent, snapshot of her in a school uniform; the large red bow in the front of the dress and the short green skirt seemed weird on the tomboyish girl the boys knew.
Tasha sighed and turned to the boys. "You guys ready for the tournament?" she asked.
"Definitely!" said Max.
"I can't wait!" exclaimed Tyson bouncing on his heels.
"Neither can I," Rei said.
"I'll be there," added Kai in his usual monotone.
Tasha smirked laughingly at him. Kai ignored her; it was rather customary for her to tease his usual seriousness and he was pretty used to it by then.
In three weeks they would be off to Las Vegas, Nevada once more…
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"On no!!!" shrieked Tasha grabbing her violet suitcase. Palara rushed after her as they ran out of the bus they had been riding on. "I can't believe I fell asleep! I'm as bad as Tyson! Why didn't you wake me up, Palara?!" she huffed.
Palara grunted in reply causing Tasha to retort, "Urgh! You fell asleep too? Yay, right!" Palara growled so Tasha added, "Fine! Thanks to both of us we may miss the plane to the U.S!"
They ran as fast as they could to the airport waiting station where they quickly dashed out their tickets. "I'm sorry, miss. That plane has just left," said the airport check-in woman.
"W-What?! The guys are going to kill me!!!" she screeched beginning to panic. Palara snarled lowly. Tasha glanced at her and took a deep breath. "It always has to be us. Oh well. I'll just have to call Grandpa," she said. She pulled her blue cell phone out of her pocket and auto-dialed Mr. Dickenson.
He quickly answered. "Let me guess. Tasha?" came the man's voice.
"Yes, Grandpa," muttered Tasha.
"I assumed since Kenny informed me a minute ago that you hadn't arrived on the plane."
"That's right, Grandpa."
"Well, I'll just have to get you on the next flight to Las Vegas," said Mr. Dickenson. "Ask the airport attendants when the next departure is, Tipsy."
"Alright," replied Tasha. She asked; she didn't like the answer. "Grandpa! The next flight doesn't leave till tomorrow at seven a.m. due to an oncoming storm!!!" she hollered into the phone.
She could hear a sigh coming from the other end. "Then I suppose you'll have to do that and miss the first match of the tournament," Mr. Dickenson answered.
Tasha groaned. "Fine. See you tomorrow," she said.
"It'll be all right, Tipsy."
"Yeah, I guess," moaned Tasha. They said their good-byes and Tasha and Palara began to prepare to camp out in the airport.
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"I hope Tasha's alright," said Max.
"I'm sure we'll see her soon," remarked Kai, his eyes closed and his arms crossed.
"Mr. Dickenson didn't seem surprised when I told him," pointed out Kenny. "He said if Tasha doesn't get at least eight hours of sleep she's almost guaranteed to fall asleep right before she's supposed to be somewhere important."
"Sounds more like he was talking about Tyson," muttered Rei causing a pillow to fly at his head.
They laughed. Hopefully their missing teammate would be with them soon.
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"Hello, boys," Mr. Dickenson welcomed the Bladebreakers in the airport lobby.
"Hello, Mr. Dickenson," said Kenny as the others waved. "What happened to Tasha?"
"My lazy granddaughter will be here tomorrow. A storm is delaying her arrival, I'm afraid," answered Mr. Dickenson.
"Will she miss part of the tournament?" asked Rei.
"I'm afraid so. She'll most likely just miss your first match though," answered Mr. Dickenson.
"Geez, that means she'll miss her first team match," said Max before he began to cough violently.
"Are you alright, Max?" Tyson inquired.
Max nodded slowly. "Yea, I'm fine," he said dimly; then he coughed again. "I can't get sick now. I wanna help you guys and see my mom of course!"
By the following day though, it was apparent Max wasn't going to be okay. He had a high fever by the start of the tournament and when it was his turn to go first, he nearly fell over getting up. "I'm fine!" he protested, but his pale face and sweaty forehead told everyone differently.
"I'll go instead, Max," said Rei, standing up.
Max's head bobbed. "Alright."
"It seems the Bladebreakers are having some problems, A.J," noted Brad Best.
"Yea, you're right, Brad," said A.J. Topper. "With their newest member on a plane somewhere between here and Japan and another member getting ill, the world champions don't seem to be having much good luck today."
"We can't count the Bladebreakers out though."
"Right, Brad," remarked A.J. Topper.
"Alright, first up from the Bladebreakers is Rei. With his impressive stats, Rei should have no problem here today," noted Brad Best.
"Yea," said A.J. Topper. "His opponent is Claudia from the Spicy Burritos. They're not very well known in these parts but in Mexico City, they're the big enchiladas, so to speak."
"Bladers, ready? Three…Two…One! Let it rip!" yelled DJ Jazzman.
Rei and Claudia, a young tanned girl with long braided black hair, released their beyblades and quickly went for each other. The blades collided, sending sparks shimmering across the dish.
"Go, Driger!" shouted Rei. His blade rammed into Claudia's again and the white tiger bitbeast appeared. Driger roared and swiped at Claudia's blade with one clawed paw. Claudia's beyblade went sailing out of the dish, where it stopped spinning.
"And the winner is Rei!" announced DJ Jazzman.
Rei walked back over to the bench and sat down. "Great job, buddy," said Tyson standing up himself.
Rei nodded. "Go get 'em, Tyson," he said.
Tyson strolled up to the strange curving dish, his beyblade ready. "Let's take a look at Tyson's statistics, Brad," said A.J. Topper.
"Another impressive set," commented Brad Best.
"You've got that right, Brad," said A.J. Topper. "Tyson and his bitbeast Dragoon really know what they're doing when it comes to being on the offensive in the dish."
"His challenger at the moment is Felipe. Felipe is the only member of the Spicy Burritos with a bitbeast, which he calls Andres," Brad Best continued.
"Three…Two…One! Let it rip!" DJ Jazzman yelled.
The beyblades were discharged; Tyson's blade began to circle the middle of the dish, while Felipe's stayed in the center. Tyson's blade arched over the other and came at it. It bashed into Felipe's maroon beyblade.
"Andres, andar ahora!" shouted Felipe. His bitbeast, a jade colored cicada with broad wings, flew at Tyson's beyblade.
Tyson's blade met the other head on, sending it flying. It hit the dish wall and ceased rotating immediately. "The winner is Tyson!" shouted DJ Jazzman.
Tyson sat back down on the bench and asked, "Are you going, Kai?"
Kai lifted his head up from where it had been resting on his chest and said, "I guess." He was about to stand up before a yell rang out from the stadium door that had been left ajar.
"No he is not! I have to go, guys!" A moment later Palara appeared and Tasha soon after. She ran up to the bench and said to Kai, "Can I go please?"
Kai shrugged and leaned back in his seat again. "Thanks, Kai!" exclaimed Tasha taking her beyblade off her belt. Palara and her walked up to the dish blissfully, grinning at the other Bladebreakers.
"Looks like the newest member of the Bladebreakers has arrived!" noted Brad Best.
"Yep," said A.J. Topper. "Let's analyze the newbie's info. She's this year's World Single Player Champion and has had her bitbeast longer than most of today's bladers. Palara, her bitbeast, is known for some interesting attacks over the years though until the Single Championships they were only famous in Great Britain."
"She'll be going against Magdalena who is known for some interesting attacks of her own," added Brad Best.
"Alright, everyone! Three…Two…One! Let it rip!!!" shouted DJ Jazzman.
The blades were launched, Triple Heart's pink beyblade's double blades making a dent in Magdalena's aquamarine beyblade. Palara eyed the battle lazily as she lay at Tasha's feet. She wouldn't be needed for this match. With a final surge of energy, Tasha's blade knocked the aquamarine one up into the air, straight out of the dish, and to the floor hard.
"The winner is Triple Heart! The match goes to the Bladebreakers!" declared DJ Jazzman.
The crowd roared as Tasha went back over to the others. She grinned and said, "Hey, guys."
"Fashionably late, of course," said Kenny, his laptop resting on his knees as always.
Tasha's smirk widened. "At least I'm here in time for my first match."
"And to think Kai almost deprived you of it," added Tyson.
Kai opened his eyes slightly, but otherwise didn't respond causing Tasha to snort. Kai opened his eyes all the way at that and said, "Maybe I should take your place next match." He knew he had hit something with that one.
Tasha's smile weakened and she retorted, "You're the substitute, remember?"
Kai shrugged and said good-humoredly, "You're the newbie, remember? Oh and you haven't forgot I'm captain, have you?"
Tyson, Rei, Kenny, and even Max (though weaker than the rest of them) laughed at that. "He got you on that one, Tasha," pointed out Tyson.
Palara purred in a sort of amused way and Tasha smirked. "Whatever," she said; it what was an exact replica of the tone Kai used to say most things.
Kai stared at Tasha for a moment while the others laughed again. All the Bladebreakers were now present for the latest American Tournament.
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A/N: REVIEW!!!
Tyson: Why did Kai say more than a couple of lines, this chapter?
Me: I felt like it. Besides, soon he'll be talking even more. Its called 'character development.' ^_^
Max: Why did you make me sick?! *sneezes*
Me: Once again, I felt like it! -__-;;;;
Kai: *silent*
Max: *coughs*
Rei: I only said a couple of lines this chapter.
Me: Correction, you had about four lines this chapter. ^_-
Rei: -__-;;;
Tasha: I had lots!
Me: Naturally. ^_^
Tyson: Why is that anyway?
Me: O:) I don't know…
Tasha: *cough* Liar! *cough*
Me: *glares* Now that I've wasted all this space on talking to an OC and some boys all I have to say is…
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