BEYBLADE
CHAPTER SEVEN: ANGER AND HATRED
The well-built leader glanced toward Max and shrugged, soon after shoving his way passed the group and leaning against a nearby tree.
What the heck just happened?
The B.B.A (Beyblade Battle Association.) bus appeared through a misty haze on the horizon, growing in size as it crept closer along the road. It screeched to a halt, the high-pitched tone ringing throughout the boy's heads, which forced them to clamp their hands over their ears. The doors slid open and Tyson was the first to step forward, followed by Kenny who held Dizzi beneath one arjm. Max and Rei delayed their step onto the bus because they wished to stay with Kai until he was ready to move.
The blond-haired blader was the first to walk toward the leader, followed obviously, by Rei who's lion-like bandaged hair swayed back and forth across and behind his legs. Kai looked up as he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He'd assumed his usual, cold and distant stare, the expression first noticed before the blade-breakers were formed.
Max raised a brow and reached out a hand, placing it upon the slate-haired boy's shoulder. " Kai," He said. " Are you ready to go?"
Rei came to a stop beside him. " Yeah.. The bus... is here, Kai.."
Kai stared blankly before pushing away from the tree, brushing passed both bladers. " I know it is.." He stepped onto the bus and made his way toward the back seat, eyes immediately slipping closed in thought.
Max and Rei cast curious and confused glances toward each other, which was hardly surprising. Kai's attitude had changed dramatically. He was almost... as cold and distant as when they first met him.
Tyson placed a hand upon the window and slid it open, calling through the clear gap. " Come on, guys! Let's go, already!"
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"This is rediculous! I'm better than he is!" A crimson-haired boy paced back in forth in front of Boris' desk.
It was quite clear that the youth was angered. Both hands were clenched, stiff arms swinging rigidly by his sides as he moved.
Boris cleared his throat. " Tala, calm yourself down. I will not tolerate such childish behavior."
" But, Boris! I've lead the Demolition Boys for five years! Why bring in a new recruit to overthrow me?... Me!"
" Tala, enough!" The grey-haired man stood, towering over Tala's still shorter form. " He's not overthrowing you. Tomoshu is nothing more than a new recruit... whom will help the Demolition Boys with the work they fail to complete."
Tala narrowed his eyes and dipped his head, two cirmson bangs falling across his pale face. Long brows were tilted toward the middle of his forehead in a display of furious anger. He struggled to keep a hand down, struggled to keep from striking the dark-blue haired boy whom stood just metres in front of him.
There was nothing the leader of the Demolition Boys could do. He couldn't disobey Boris and argue to get his point across any longer, especially after Boris.. 'kindly requested' he stop. Tala drifted into shallow thought. "Gah! This is so rediculous! I don't believe Boris wants to replace me with this... imposter!"
Tomoshu's left brow twitched, only very slightly, as if he'd heard Tala's thoughts. The Demolition Boy caught a glimpse of this.. twitch, and straightened his posture, willing forth his strength to unclench both hands. God, this kid was so darn annoying. How did he manage to strike so much fear into Tala's cold and usually fearless heart? What was it about Tomoshu that was so... intimidating?
Dark bangs slid over the taller boy's hairline to conceal emerald orbs as he stepped toward Tala. The crimson-haired boy, however, stood his ground and refused to step back, thinking that Tomoshu's sudden advance was meant to frighten: but, Tomoshu only stopped in front of the younger, and much shorter boy and narrowed both eyes at him, accusingly. This caused Tala to tremble internally.
"Sir Boris.." His voice... soft and sneakishly kind.
Boris glanced at Tomoshu. " Yes, Tomoshu?"
" I want to play... Can I play?"
Tala raised a brow. What an incredibly odd request. He wanted to play. "Who cares?" He told himself mentally. " Tomoshu has made you lose your cool. He's created an anger in you that you can't shake, Tala... or, couldn't shake. But now, you are calm. No more yelling or arguing. Just... go with the flow."
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The bus rocked slowly from left to right, wheels every so often struggling to find grip against the road of gravel and mud. It had begun to rain, heavily and relentlessly. It was a wonder the bus' roof hadn't been pumelled into a complete nothingness by the heavy drops. Tyson slouched in his seat, as always, giving off the impression that he'd had too much to eat.
" I'm so starving..." He groaned.
" Yeesh, Tyson. Howcome you're not chubby yet from all the food you stuff down?" Dizzi perked up from her idle state on Kenny's lap.
" Yeah, Tyson. Eheheh." Max chuckled and pointed accusingly at the midnight-blue haired boy who was sitting in the chair before him.
Tyson shrugged. " Eh, who cares about that. I just want to eat, and I want to eat now!" He adopted a malicious grin and sat up.
Rei was busy sitting in the chair just in front of Kai, arms folded across his chest, head tilted downward slightly. His golden hues were viewing the window to his right. He wasn't looking at anything particular: just... stared at the clear spot between the reflection of his face and blur of the outside world.
A sigh escaped him, mentally. " Hnhh.. What's wrong with Kai? .. He could have been.. seriously hurt, today. What if we weren't there to... rescue him? I shouldn't think so negatively. Things will be fine once we get back to our hotel room. Kai can relax there, maybe catch a nap or something. I'm really worried about 'm."
Mr. Dickenson and Grandpa Granger (Tyson's dude of a granfather) sat up front behind the bus driver. Dickenson's hands were clasped loosely over the round grip handle of his walking stick, while Granpa's fingers were spread about the length of his dojo stick. A quiet couple, the old men were as they gazed at the passing world outside.
It had been Mr. Dickenson's idea to return the boys to their hotel, at least until he thought of something else for them to do. He hadn't caught any of what had happened to the breakers outside, just before the bus arrived, and the boys had planned on keeping it that way. Especially Tyson. If Mr. Dickenson thought they were in danger, then there would have been no tournament for sure.
Max stifled a yawn by covering his mouth with a single digit. Both blue occules blinked tiredly. " Aww man.. Why am I so tired? I was hoping to visit a Hobby shop before returning to the hotel, but I don't think my exhausted legs will carry me. Hrn. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. Eheh."