Sorry no update in awhile, both of us were busy with school and stuff... We have some of the major plots planned, plus the tournaments and combinations etc...
Toraneko A/N: Nyaaaaao!! Planned some yaoi action, mwahahaha! X3 This chapter dedicated to the real Kuro, who is an idiot, through and through.
Shinichyan A/N: Don't call other people baka when you yourself are one... Che. Anyway, just hope that you people out there have a nice read okay? And please remember to R&R once your done 'kay? God, that idiot even forgot to ask the readers the most important thing... *Goes off to slice Toraneko's head off*
Toraneko: *runs off*
Rebirth of the Blade Breakers: chapter three
New revalations
"...and in the 19th century..." The history teacher droned on and on. Ken plonked his head onto the desk, and slowly slipped into dreamland...
"And now presenting the world's number one Beyblader, Ken Ichirou!" DJ Jazzman practically yelled into the microphone, sending the crowd into a wild cheer.
Ken sauntered out, clutching his Beyblade high over his head, obviously enjoying the attention of the crowd.
Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him. "Ken!" "Ken!"
"KEN ICHIROU!" A piece of chalk flew towards him and hit him squarely in the head. Under normal circumstances, he could have easily dodged the piece of chalk, given his reflexes, but this, unfortuantely, were not normal circumstances. So, the impact knocked him backward onto the floor with a loud "thump". Chris, who sat beside him, snickered loudly.
"Ouch..." Ken rubbed his forehead as he sat up, and found his Beyblade lying next to him, his teacher towering over him angrily.
Before he knew it, he found himself standing in front of the headmaster's desk.
The headmaster crossed his arms and laid back in his chair. "Ichirou. What do you have to say for yourself?" With that, he indicated the Beyblade on his desk.
Ken gulped nervously, his eyes wandering to the Beyblade longingly.
The headmaster leaned forward. "I understand how you feel, Ichirou. But you must understand that now is not the time or place for it."
Ken nodded feebly, slightly ashamed.
"Your grades have not been very good recently, and I can tell why. I will not return this to you until you improve. You may go back to class now."
With that, Ken slumped back to class gloomliy, and was immediately greeted by Chris' snide remark. "What happened, got confiscated?" At Ken's silent resignation, he snickered loudly.
The boy in front of him, Haru, turned and offered him support. "Don't worry Ken, you can always get a new one."
Ken nodded silently, acknowleding his fellow Beyblader. The two were friends since very younf, and had attended the same schools.
The school bell rang, indicating the recess break. Ken trudged out of class into the corridor, and was greeted by Kuro. Kuro at least had enough sense to know that his friend was down and silent throughout the whole time.
The bell rang half an hour later, signalling the start of the second half of the school day. Ken walked into class feeling his mood lightening up a little, when he noticed a gleam on his desk. Walking over, he shaded his eyes from the glaring sun, when he noticed that the gleam was reflected off a Beyblade lying on his desk.
"What the--!?" His eyes widened at the sight of a brand new beyblade. Turning to Haru, he told the other boy to pinch him. Which he did.
"Ouch!! You didn't have to pinch THAT hard..."
Haru shrugged. "Sorry." He grinned.
Turning back to look at his desk, his expression of shock turned to that of happiness. "YEAH!!! I'VE GOT A SPANKING BRAND NEW BEYBLADE!!! WOHOO!!!" He yelled, grabbing the Beyblade with his hand and jumping up and down elated.
"Heyheyhey... What's all the fuss about?" Chris asked, entering the class and peeping over Ken's shoulder, which was unnecessary since the other boy turned and shoved the beyblade in his face.
"HAH!! A BRAND NEW BEYBLADE. BEAT THAT!"
Taking a closer look at the bit piece, Chris realised that it was a Dragoon. Of course, he decided that Ken didn't have to know that.
"Hn... So what? Just be careful you don't get that confiscated as well..." He laughed and proceeded to somewhere where there wasn't anyone named Ichirou Ken about.
"Hm?" Haru raised an eyebrow as he spotted a piece of paper on the floor which was forgotten in all the excitement happening.
"Oi Ken... Looks like this came with the beyblade..." He said before Ken snatched the note out of his hand.
Ken,
Heard your beyblade got taken. Here, keep this one and don't let ANYTHING happen to it... And good luck with your new Dragoon. May the beast be with you.
"May the beast be with you?" Haru repeated laughing. "That was such a bad Star Wars rip-off..."
Taking a closer look at the paper, Ken found the handwriting familiar... Except he couldn't remember whose it was.
"So has he accepted the blade?"
"Was overjoyed."
"Hn. Let's just pray and hope that someone as brainless as him would be able to tame Dragoon. I swear, he's worse than uncle Tyson..."
"Hey! Lay off my dad!"
"Whatever..."
"Damn you!"
"Oh boy... cool it guys..."
And as the argument continued on between both of her teammates, the brown-haired girl turned to look at Ken, secretly praying and hoping that they had made the right choice. Making the wrong one would be inexusable.
I just hope Rei-san's choice is right... If not, we're all in danger.
