Thank you all! Today is Tuesday. It is now 4.30pm, and I feel like I have bricks tied to my eyelids. But the day is not yet over...*sigh* But I have spare time enough to hopefully present another chapter to you. Well here we go!
Part One. Section Five.
"Welcome everybody to the Central American tournament!!" the Jazz-man screamed over the loudspeaker.
"As you all know, we are here on the Yucatan Peninsula, in Mexico, and the stunning, Temple of Quetzalcoatl!" AJ announced.
"Will the following teams please report to platforms, one and two of the plaza. The Aztecs, The Mumbos, The Bladebreakers..." boomed over the camping area, the only thing capable of waking Tyson from his slumber.
"Is it time to go already?" He yawned loudly.
"Just get up." Kai said firmly, placing all his open textbooks, in a haphazard pile.
"Okay...Tyson yawned again, but got up anyway.
"The difference in the time zones has really put our internal clocks out." Ray said as he picked up Drigers new blade.
Max was already waiting for them on platform two, and he chuckled to himself as he watched Kai drag Tyson up the stairs.
Tyson had snagged a couple of pieces of toast along the way, and was munching on them as he sat down on the bench.
"The battle on platform one will be between the Aztecs and the Rillans!"
They looked over at the platform opposite them and scrutinized the other teams, silently guessing at which one would win.
Max and Ray recognized Lauren sitting on one of the benches with two other girls and a guy.
Ray shrugged, indifferent and returned his gaze to the team sitting on the bench opposite them.
"The battle on platform two is between the Bladebreakers and the Mumbos!"
Max just stared at them, not even noticing Ray get up for the first round.
He saw Lauren wrap herself around the arm of the guy, who was very tall. He had Ray's golden cat-like eyes. He had long shoulder length red hair, with a white streak, going down the left side of his face. He looked familiar. He looked a lot like Sanquinex. Max felt a pang of jealousy as he watched him put his arm around her shoulder.
'What the?, I haven't felt this way since Emily…' Max though to himself.
He winced; he didn't want to go there. He liked her yes, but she was with Michael.
Tyson standing in front of him, snapped his train of thoughts, and brought him back to now, rather than then.
"Max! Ray won! It's your turn to battle!" Tyson was trying to drag him off the bench.
"Uh-huh…" Max quickly stood up, knocking Tyson off balance.
"Whoa! Easy there dude!" Tyson regained his equilibrium.
Kai watched the matches out of the corner of his eye. He had another textbook resting on his lap. Biology one, that was very, very heavy. He randomly flipped through the pages, and a piece of refill fell out. He read it, and started chuckling to himself, as he recognized, Jirou's neat, tidy handwriting, and his own, spread out, messy handwriting, on one of their many random stories, writing one word each, usually the most random words they could think of. This story had featured one of the lecturers dressing in drag and singing the Japanese national anthem. He chuckled at the thought of them sitting in another easy, but boring laboratory session, and writing that. They nearly got booted out for disturbing the rest of the class.
Kai put the refill back in the book, and looked up at Max, the victor, who was picking up Draciel.
'Max has been practicing,' Kai thought. 'Hopefully he continues to pull out the swift wins like now.'
"And with two wins out of three, no need for a third round, the Bladebreakers win!"
Kai smirked, and he got up to leave.
A/N Well sorry if I haven't posted for a couple of days, I've been sick, and sleeping most of the day. I barely made it through Tuesday! Writer's Block doesn't help, but oh well, that is easily solved. I need you guys to submit lower teams to be beaten in the tournament. Max: 4 people.
I need 6 teams so if you could help out… I have to go do my washing now.
