Rena: Hi! This is a Rena/Ray and a Kai/Kt fanfic. The summary. For Ray, Kt,
Rena and Kai, the holiday in Cornwall was everything they'd hoped for -
until they began to realise that something very sinister was taking place
on the mysterious Isle of Gloom. So they set out to investigate. But they
weren't prepared for the dangerous adventure that awaited them in the
abandoned copper mines and secret tunnels beneath the sea.
Kai: Disclaimer: Rena doesn't own Beyblade or any of the characters except herself. The authoresses's friend owns Kt.
Rena: glomps on Ray yea.we're paired up.
Ray: (blush and hugs her) yeah
Kt: and I'm with Kai so all you other girls can back off! *hugs him tightly whilst baring her fangs.*
Kai: (blush) .I don't know her at all
Rena: Oh shut up and let's get on with the story.
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Chapter One: The Beginning Of Things.
It was really most extraordinary.
There was Ray Kon, doing his best to puzzle out algebra problems, lying full-length under a tree with nobody near him at all - and yet he could hear a voice speaking to him most distinctly.
'Can't you shut the door, idiot?' said the voice, in a most impatient tone. 'And how many times have I told you to wipe your feet?'
Ray sat up straight and took a good look round for the third time - but the hillside stretched above and below him, completely empty of any boy, girl, man or woman.
'It's so silly,' said Ray to himself. 'Because there is no door to shut, and no mat to wipe my feet on. Whoever is speaking must be perfectly mad. Anyway, I don't like it. A voice without a body is too odd for anything.'
A small brown nose poked up out of Ray's t-shirt collar. It belonged to a little brown mouse, one of the boy's many pets. Ray put up a gentle hand and rubbed the tiny creature's head. It's nose twitched in delight.
'Shut the door, idiot!' roared the voice from nowhere, 'and don't sniff. Where's your handkerchief?'
This was too much for Ray. He roared back.
'Shut up! I'm not sniffing. Who are you, anyway?'
There was no answer. Ray felt very puzzled. It was uncanny and peculiar. Where did that extraordinary voice with it's rude commands come from, on this bright, sunny but completely empty hillside? He shouted again.
'I'm working. If you want to talk, come out and show yourself.'
'All right, Uncle,' said the voice, speaking unexpectedly in a very different tone, apologetic and quiet.
'Gosh!" said Ray. 'I can't stand this. I'll have to solve the mystery. If I can find out where the voice comes from, I may find it's owner.' He shouted again. 'Where are you? Come out and let me see you.'
'If I've told you once I've told you a dozen times not to whistle,' answered the voice fiercely. Ray was silent with astonishment. He hadn't been whistling. Evidently the owner of the voice must be completely mad. Ray suddenly felt that he didn't want to meet this strange person. He would rather go home without seeing him.
He looked carefully around. He had no idea at all where the voice came from, but he rather thought it must be somewhere to the left of him. All right, he would go quietly down the hill to the right, keeping to the trees if he could, so that they might hide him a little.
He picked up his books, put his pencil in his pocket and stood up cautiously. He almost jumped out of his skin as the voice broke out into cackles of laughter. Ray forgot to be cautious and darted down the hillside to the shelter of a clump of trees. The laughter stopped suddenly.
Ray stood under a big tree and listened. His heart beat fast. He wished he was back at the house with the others. Then, just above his head, the voice spoke again.
'How many times have I told you to wipe your feet?'
Then there came a most unearthly screech that made poor Ray drop his books in terror. He looked up into the tree nearby, and saw a beautiful white parrot, with a yellow crest on it's head that it worked up and down. It gazed at Ray with bright black eyes, it's head on one side, it's curved beak making a grating noise.
Ray stared at the parrot and the parrot stared back. Then the bird lifted up a clawed foot and scratched it's head very thoughtfully, still raising and lowering it's crest. Then it spoke.
'Don't sniff,' it said, in a conversational tone. 'Can't you shut the door, idiot? Where are your manners?'
"Woah!" said Ray in amazement. 'So it was you talking and shouting and laughing! Well - you gave me an awful fright.'
The parrot gave a most realistic sneeze. 'Where's your handkerchief?' it said.
Ray laughed. 'You really are a most extraordinary bird,' he said. 'The cleverest I ever saw. Where have you escaped from?'
'Wipe your feet,' answered the parrot sternly. Ray laughed again. Then he heard the sound of a boy's voice, calling loudly from the bottom of the hill.
'Dranzer, Dranzer, Dranzer! Where have you got to?'
The parrot spread out it's wings, gave a hideous screech, and sailed away down the hillside towards a house set at the foot. Ray watched it go.
'That was boy calling it,' he thought. 'And he was in the garden of Hillfoot House, where I'm staying. I wonder if he's come to be crammed too. I hope he has. It would be nice to have a parrot like that living with us. It's dull enough having to do lessons in the holidays - a parrot would liven things up a bit.'
Kai: you gave me a parrot?
Rena: yeah. Got a problem big bro? *hands on her hips, glaring at him*
Kai: it was an insult to call it Dranzer! My bit beast is not a parrot! It's a phoenix!
Rena: really? I always thought it was pigeon myself.
*Kai chases Rena around with an axe*
Ray and Kt: *sweatdrops* anyway that's all till next chapter. Please review and let us know what you think.
Kai: Disclaimer: Rena doesn't own Beyblade or any of the characters except herself. The authoresses's friend owns Kt.
Rena: glomps on Ray yea.we're paired up.
Ray: (blush and hugs her) yeah
Kt: and I'm with Kai so all you other girls can back off! *hugs him tightly whilst baring her fangs.*
Kai: (blush) .I don't know her at all
Rena: Oh shut up and let's get on with the story.
~~~~~~~
Chapter One: The Beginning Of Things.
It was really most extraordinary.
There was Ray Kon, doing his best to puzzle out algebra problems, lying full-length under a tree with nobody near him at all - and yet he could hear a voice speaking to him most distinctly.
'Can't you shut the door, idiot?' said the voice, in a most impatient tone. 'And how many times have I told you to wipe your feet?'
Ray sat up straight and took a good look round for the third time - but the hillside stretched above and below him, completely empty of any boy, girl, man or woman.
'It's so silly,' said Ray to himself. 'Because there is no door to shut, and no mat to wipe my feet on. Whoever is speaking must be perfectly mad. Anyway, I don't like it. A voice without a body is too odd for anything.'
A small brown nose poked up out of Ray's t-shirt collar. It belonged to a little brown mouse, one of the boy's many pets. Ray put up a gentle hand and rubbed the tiny creature's head. It's nose twitched in delight.
'Shut the door, idiot!' roared the voice from nowhere, 'and don't sniff. Where's your handkerchief?'
This was too much for Ray. He roared back.
'Shut up! I'm not sniffing. Who are you, anyway?'
There was no answer. Ray felt very puzzled. It was uncanny and peculiar. Where did that extraordinary voice with it's rude commands come from, on this bright, sunny but completely empty hillside? He shouted again.
'I'm working. If you want to talk, come out and show yourself.'
'All right, Uncle,' said the voice, speaking unexpectedly in a very different tone, apologetic and quiet.
'Gosh!" said Ray. 'I can't stand this. I'll have to solve the mystery. If I can find out where the voice comes from, I may find it's owner.' He shouted again. 'Where are you? Come out and let me see you.'
'If I've told you once I've told you a dozen times not to whistle,' answered the voice fiercely. Ray was silent with astonishment. He hadn't been whistling. Evidently the owner of the voice must be completely mad. Ray suddenly felt that he didn't want to meet this strange person. He would rather go home without seeing him.
He looked carefully around. He had no idea at all where the voice came from, but he rather thought it must be somewhere to the left of him. All right, he would go quietly down the hill to the right, keeping to the trees if he could, so that they might hide him a little.
He picked up his books, put his pencil in his pocket and stood up cautiously. He almost jumped out of his skin as the voice broke out into cackles of laughter. Ray forgot to be cautious and darted down the hillside to the shelter of a clump of trees. The laughter stopped suddenly.
Ray stood under a big tree and listened. His heart beat fast. He wished he was back at the house with the others. Then, just above his head, the voice spoke again.
'How many times have I told you to wipe your feet?'
Then there came a most unearthly screech that made poor Ray drop his books in terror. He looked up into the tree nearby, and saw a beautiful white parrot, with a yellow crest on it's head that it worked up and down. It gazed at Ray with bright black eyes, it's head on one side, it's curved beak making a grating noise.
Ray stared at the parrot and the parrot stared back. Then the bird lifted up a clawed foot and scratched it's head very thoughtfully, still raising and lowering it's crest. Then it spoke.
'Don't sniff,' it said, in a conversational tone. 'Can't you shut the door, idiot? Where are your manners?'
"Woah!" said Ray in amazement. 'So it was you talking and shouting and laughing! Well - you gave me an awful fright.'
The parrot gave a most realistic sneeze. 'Where's your handkerchief?' it said.
Ray laughed. 'You really are a most extraordinary bird,' he said. 'The cleverest I ever saw. Where have you escaped from?'
'Wipe your feet,' answered the parrot sternly. Ray laughed again. Then he heard the sound of a boy's voice, calling loudly from the bottom of the hill.
'Dranzer, Dranzer, Dranzer! Where have you got to?'
The parrot spread out it's wings, gave a hideous screech, and sailed away down the hillside towards a house set at the foot. Ray watched it go.
'That was boy calling it,' he thought. 'And he was in the garden of Hillfoot House, where I'm staying. I wonder if he's come to be crammed too. I hope he has. It would be nice to have a parrot like that living with us. It's dull enough having to do lessons in the holidays - a parrot would liven things up a bit.'
Kai: you gave me a parrot?
Rena: yeah. Got a problem big bro? *hands on her hips, glaring at him*
Kai: it was an insult to call it Dranzer! My bit beast is not a parrot! It's a phoenix!
Rena: really? I always thought it was pigeon myself.
*Kai chases Rena around with an axe*
Ray and Kt: *sweatdrops* anyway that's all till next chapter. Please review and let us know what you think.