Author's Note: Hello! This fic is basically about the Canadian Team for Beyblade. So, it's not Bladebreakers-centered, but they'll be in here along with other teams. There's a lot of romance, and I changed a few things with the arenas. You'll like it, trust me. Hehehe, anyways, enjoy!
- Rose
p.s i don't own beyblade
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Chapter One
A teenage girl who looked about 15 walked into the hotel room. She had light brown skin and hair that was all shades of royal blue and purple. She was wearing blue, bell bottom pants and a pale pink top.
She went straight to one of the two beds in the room and flopped down, but not before almost tripping over one of her suitcases which was on the floor, still open.
The girl moaned into the pillow. She had worked out so hard that her stomach began to hurt. She'd walked around for a bit, then grabbed a pepsi.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' The word kept running through her head.
She should be down stairs in the lobby with her friends, but she'd decided to come up to the room she shared with her bestfriend, because of her dumb-assed stomach ache.
Actually on the way up, her stomach ache had lessened. It didn't hurt so much anymore.
Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair and stared at the tips of her fingers. They had blue-ish purple dust on them.
She got and decided to take a shower before she went back downstairs again.
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On an airplane to Toronto, Canada . . .
"For the last time, Tyson, take that dumb coat off! And all the stupid winter gear! And that stupid mask! You're not funny!" Kenny snapped.
"No," Tyson stubbornly replied. "I'm not taking any chances."
"Tyson, the chance you have of-" Dizzy started.
"No chances."
"But, it's not winter there!!" Dizzy snapped back.
Tyson was wearing a big, bulky jacket and a mask because he was afraid of SARS.
"Right . . . " Tyson said, remembering the time when they arrived in Russia. He pulled his coat tighter around himself.
Kenny turned to the other BladeBreakers for some help. Kai and Rei were watching the movie and Max look apologetic.
"Sorry," he said. "But, I don't know that much about Canada, so I can't help."
Kai suddenly chuckled.
"What?" Rei asked. "What is it?"
"No, I just remembered a show I saw." Kai answered.
"What show?" Tyson asked.
"Talking to Americans," Kai replied with a smirk. Dizzy and Kenny imediatley burst out laughing. Max just rolled his eyes.
"So, why are we going to Toronto? I thought the tournement was in Montreal." Tyson said.
"Well, Mr. D said that the tournement in Toronto was to get everybody rallied up for the one in Montreal. Kind of like a pre-show, except they were very choosy about who's going to compete in Toronto." Kenny said.
"I have the list of teams. Mr. D sent it by email," Dizzy added.
"So, who's in?" Tyson asked.
"See for yourself," Dizzy said. The team, except Kai, crowded around the computer and they began reading the list:
1) BladeBreakers- Japan
2) The Majestics- Europe
3) All Starz- U.S.A
4) The White Tigers- China
5) The Demolition Boys- Russia
6) Rouge Blizzards- Canada
Kenny read the list outloud for Kai, who didn't even seem to care. The list disappeared and Dizzy came back.
"According to Mr. D, the first three battles will be in the Sky Dome, then the last battle, which will have all three opponents at once, will be on top of the CN Tower."
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
"Tyson, take that crap off!!" Kenny said, getting panicky.
"Nnnnnnoooooo . . . " Tyson said in a very annoying way.
"Fine, be that way." Kenny muttered.
They all got seated and waited for the airplane to land.
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1) BladeBreakers- Japan
2) The Majestics- Europe
3) All Starz- U.S.A
4) The White Tigers- China
5) The Domolition Boys- Russia
6) Rouge Blizzards- Canada
Oliver scanned over the list, then read it out loud to the rest of the Majestics.
"Rouge Blizzards, eh? Sounds kind of tough," Enrique smirked. "Hey, do you think these Canadians might be planning world domination? Everybody else kind of was."
After a moment of silence, the Majestics burst out laughing.
Once, he stopped laughing, Enrique asked the rest of the Europeans, "What so funny?"
Johnny stared at him. "You mean, you were serious?"
Robert and Oliver snickered. Enrique stared daggers at the Brit and the French guy.
Robert went back to his non-smiling self. "Does Canada really seem like the kind of nation that would plan to take over the world?" Robert asked.
Enrique shrugged. "They're stuck in between Russia and America," he replied.
Robert sighed. "You know what Canada did when they wanted to become their own country?"
"Declare war on Britain? Is that why you're not happy about this tournement?" the Italien asked, rolling his eyes.
"No, Enrique, they went over and *asked* nicely." Oliver said.
Enrique and Johnny stared at the other two. Robert nodded.
"He's right," Robert said. "One of my great grandfathers was there."
"Unbelievable."
"Yeah, they still have connections to Britain. And in light of the War in Iraq, that is just wierd." Oliver said. "These tournements are going to be interesting. I heard the Americans trained with the Canadians sometimes, but they haven't seen eachother since the war."
"Why are we even going?! We never go to these tournements . . . " Robert muttered.
"It'll be fun, besides, I heard there are new features-"
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
"They're also half-French," Oliver said with a slight smile.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," Johnny muttered as he sat down.
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"Rouge Blizzards?" Michael asked.
"That's the name they picked?" Steve asked.
"That's what it says here." Emily replied.
A few moments passed in silence.
"This is going to be wierd," Eddy said. "We haven't seen them since the war started."
"Bush is an idiot." Emily stated.
"No shit, sherlock." Came the reply from Michael.
"Hey, cut the guy some slack . . . " Eddy started.
"Do you still have a crush on Anisha?" Steve asked Eddy.
"Shut up," Eddy snapped, "I'll get her to notice me this time." He slouched down with a sour look on his face.
"Whatever," Emily muttered. Emily didn't get along very well with the Canadian, but she felt a little sorry for Anisha. Eddy could be a total idiot with women. Maybe he could get Enrique to give him some tips. She laughed outloud at the thought.
"What?" Steve and Michael asked. Eddy was still growling at the seat in front of him.
"Oh, nothing."
"On another note, we can get revenge on The Demolition Boys." Michael pointed out. The All Starz and The Demolition Boys didn't get along, period.
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
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"Do we know these guys?" Gary asked, through a mouthful of lettuce.
"No," Lee replied.
"Are they tough?" Kevin asked.
"No," Lee said.
"How do you know?" Kevin asked.
"Shut up," Lee said.
Gary opened his mouth, but Kevin said, "Leave'im alone, Gary. He's upset 'cause Mariah likes Rei better than him. AAAHHH!!"
Gary held Lee back from pummeling Kevin. "Say sorry," he ordered.
"Sorry," Kevin muttered.
Mariah watched the display and just rolled her eyes. She then started thinking about seeing Ray again.
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
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"A great opportunity to teach the All Starz a lesson," Bryon said. "And pick a bone with the BladeBreakers."
"Right." Spencer replied.
Tala sighed and rolled his eyes. They still had a bunch of equipment from the Russian tournement, so they were still pretty strong. Another good thing was there was no more Voltaire to be an annoying, phychotic bitch.
Tala did want to beat the BladeBreakers, though. It was just annoying to him how they won every freakin' tournement. Well, the Canadians haven't been in a tournement yet. Maybe they . . . No, that'd just be stupid.
"Yeah, we'll win." Tala muttered.
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
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All the teams got off the plane. They were very surprised to see one another. No team had known that another team would be there.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Johnny said in good-humour to the BladeBreakers.
"Hi, Johnny!" Tyson and Max yelled. Tyson was sweaty and was taking off all the winter stuff.
"Hey Tyson . . . What're you wearing?" Oliver asked Tyson.
"He thought Canada would be a freezing waist land, so he wore all of that." Kenny supplied.
" . . . Oh . . . "
"I didn't think it'd be . . . What's the temperature?"
"27 degrees celcius." Dizzy answered.
"Does anybody know where we're supposed to go?" Steve asked.
Just then, someone cleared their throat. Everybody looked up. An African-Canadian stood, smiling slightly at them. He wore blue, denim pants and a red shirt that was half done to reveal a white top beneath it.
Beside him stood a boy who was as tall as Kai. He had wavy brown hair and blue eyes. The black shirt he wore showed off a well-built body and he also wore blue denim jeans.
Michael spoke first. "Mr. Allen. Darry." He nodded at the two as he said their names.
"Michael. Steve. Eddy. Emily," Darry said, also acknowledging the Americans with a nodd each.
"Can anybody else feel tension?" Enrique whispered to his friends without taking his eyes off the North Americans.
"Well, hello and welcome to Toronto, Canada. Hey, I bet you were all expecting snow and ice, right?" (Tyson looked embarassed) "So, I bet you're all wondering where you should go, eh?" The African- Canadian, Mr. Allen, asked. He was still smiling in a kind way. "Well, we've arranged for you all to stay at a very nice hotel very near the Sky Dome and CN Tower. It's called the Midnight Owl Hotel. All of your vans are waiting to take you there. The tournement will start the day after tomorrow, as you all probably already know. We will inform you of who's facing who and when tomorrow. If you are eliminated from the tournement, you are free to head on to Montreal. Understood?"
Everybody nodded.
"Who are you?" Tyson suddenly asked.
Mr. Allen looked at him, then smiled. "My name is Mr. Allen," he started. "I kind of . . . take care of the Rouge Blizzards. I got them all together. This is Darry. He's from Edmonton, Alberta and he's part of the Rouge Blizzards."
"Hey." Darry said without smiling. He was still staring at Michael, who was staring evenly back.
Mr. Allen looked at the two of them. They were starting to make him really nervous. " . . . Oka-a-a-ay-y-y-y . . . " Mr. Allen said. "We should really get going. It's going to be dark in a few hours and you'll want to get comfortable."
"Right. Let's go." Robert said. He led the Majestics to their van which wasn't the only team van in the parking lot. All the other teams vans, excluding the Rouge Blizzards, were there near them, but not right beside them.
Mr. Allen and Darry got into Mr. Allen's convertable and pulled out of the parking lot right after the Majestics left. As they drove along, they didn't talk much and when they did, it was about the other teams and whether or not they looked tough.
"All of them have very tough images and reputations," Mr. Allen said.
"The Demolition Boys are still together." Darry commented.
"Yes, once Voltaire was dragged off to jail, the abbey was returned to the woman who sold it. I forgot her name. Anyways, she's converting it into an orphanage but is still sponsering the Demolition Boys. She's very patriotic and a percentage of the money is going towards the orphanage. A very nice woman."
Darry suddenly snickered.
"What?" Mr. Allen asked.
"Does she look like a man?" Darry asked between snickers. (A.N. I think Russian women look just fine. This is just for the fic, don't hurt me. Especially all my gals in Russia. We're still friends, right?)
"Darry . . . " Mr. Allen said, a warning in his voice. His face was void of it's usual smile.
"Just a joke, you know. No need to get touchy."
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At the Lobby of the Midnight Owl Hotel . . .
"Where are they? Shouldn't they be here by now?" A girl with curly, black hair asked. She had dark skin and and brown eyes behind small, oval shaped glasses on. She was wearing black pansts and a pale, lavender tank top. She looked sweet, but not tough.
"Maybe the airplane was late . . . " answered a boy. He had light brown skin and short black hair. He was wearing a Montreal Canadiens jersey and blue denim pants. He looked a bit like a little kid.
A moment of silence went by.
"Hey, Zack, where's Anisha?" the girl asked.
The boy, Zack, shrugged. "She went off to your room. She said she felt funny."
"Oh. She's been training hard. I think she really wants to win." the girl stated.
"Sakura, look! There they are!" Zack exclaimed. He got up off the couch they had been sitting on.
"Where?" the girl, Sakura, asked.
"Behind the Majestic's van. . . . Majestics?" Zack asked.
"Oh my Gosh . . . A bunch of other teams are here, too."
"Nobody said anything about staying in the same hotel. This is going to be really awkward. Here come the All Starz."
Mr. Allen and Darry came through the doors first.
"Oh, hello! Were you waiting for us all this time?" Mr. Allen asked.
Sakura smiled back. "No, only for around fifteen minutes."
"Time well wasted." Zack said. Then, he laughed. "That's the catchphrase for the Comedy Network."
"We know." Sakura replied.
"Hi!" Tyson yelled as he popped up out of nowhere.
The two unintroduced Canadians jumped back in surprise. Darry rolled his eyes.
"My name's Tyson from the Bladebreakers and I'm from Japan! Who're you?" Tyson asked.
"Er, my name's Sakura. He's Zack. We're part of the Rouge Blizzards." Sakura said.
"I'm from Montreal and she's from Toronto." Zack added.
"Aren't you two supposed to hate eachother then?" Tyson asked.
"Uhhhh . . . no. Besides, the last member of the Rouge Blizzards is also Torontonian and she's my cousin. Her name's Anisha and she's upstairs." Zack said.
"Guys, I think we should get to our rooms." Mr. Allen suddenly said. "Most of everybody else already checked in."
"Right," Rei said. "Come on, Tyson."
Everybody checked in and went to the elevators where the Majestics were waiting. Being the first to arrive, nobody knew how they were still on the first floor and nobody cared.
The elevator came and everybody went in. Robert pushed the 11th button for the Majestics and the BladeBreakers and Sakura pushed 12.
"So, isn't Montreal, Quebec french?" Kenny asked Zack.
"Yes, basically."
"You don't sound french." Tyson and Oliver said at the same time. Tyson said it in English; Oliver said in french.
Zack looked at Oliver. "Neither do you," he replied in french. Zack turned to Tyson. "I have a very good English-Canadian accent and a very good French-Canadian accent, so I don't get the two mixed up."
"Oh, okay." Tyson looked totally confused.
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Tala looked at the piece of paper in his hand. The Russians were standing in the hallway of the 12th floor.
"Room #6." Tala said. He was still staring at the paper as he began to walk. Bryon and Spencer were behind him, carrying the luggage.
Tala didn't take his eyes of the paper, so he didn't notice a girl get out of Room #4.
She had been staring at the floor as she was walking so she didn't notice him.
They didn't notice eachother until their shoulders banged against the other.
Tala looked up totally surprised. The girl was looking back at him, equally surprised. The two didn't seem angry. Just surprised.
They stood there for a moment, staring at eachother.
The girl was a few inches shorter than Tala. Her black hair was straight, but looked a little wet. The front part was a bit curly. She had very light brown skin and hazel eyes. She was wearing black, baggy pants and a baby blue tank top that had the words 'Come on, let's go.' written on it in silver. She looked a little muscular, but not that muscular, even for a teenaged female. She wasn't scrawny.
Taking a few slow steps, she began to walk away, but she didn't take her eyes off him.
Tala also started moving, not taking her eyes off her.
Spencer and Bryon moved out of the way to let her pass. Then, Spencer stared at her and then at Tala.
'What's the big deal? He doesn't even seem angry!' Spencer thought to himself.
The elevator door opened and the Rouge Blizzards stepped out with Mr. Allen. Sakura was smiling and she waved at someone in the elevator. She then turned and saw the girl.
"Hi, Anisha!"
The girl seemed to snap back into reality. She whipped around and saw Sakura. "Hey, Sakura." she said with a tired smile.
"Feeling better?" Sakura asked.
Tala had also snapped back to reality. He looked past Spencer and Bryon to the Canadians.
Zack and Darry also looked back at the Russians.
" . . . just coming down to stay with you guys," the girl, Anisha, was saying. She turned around and started walking towards Room #4, keeping her eyes on Sakura.
"Well, we're glad you feel better, Anisha," Mr. Allen said. "Why, hello, boys!" He was now looking at the Russians. "I don't think you people know eachother, now, do you?"
Mr. Allen led the Canadians to the Russians. Tala had walked up, so now he was inbetween Spencer and Bryon.
"Rouge Blizzards, this is Spencer, Tala and Bryon. Russia's Demolition Boys. Demolition Boys, meet Anisha, Sakura, Zack and Darry. Canada's Rouge Blizzards. Now, let's see some handshakes!"
Crickets chirpped. Nobody moved.
"Okay, fine, just the captains then. Come on, one little handshake. Sportsmanship, people." Mr. Allen prodded.
More crickets.
"Aw, just shake his hand and let's go. This is heavy!" Bryon complained, holding up the luggage.
"Just put it down!" Darry growled.
"And she's female!" Zack snapped.
"Yeah, she's female!" Sakura added.
Tala smirked and stretched his hand out. Hesitating a bit, Anisha took it.
Anisha suddenly felt a jolt of electricity. She felt Tala's hand stiffen, too.
They withdrawed their hands without shaking. Anisha noticed how Tala's smirk faltered. This made her counter back with a smirk of her own.
"See? That wasn't so hard." Mr. Allen said. "Now, I'll have to be going. Bye, guys!"
"Bye, Mr. A!"
Sakura waved as he disappeared into the elevator, leaving the Rouge Blizzards and The Demolition Boys alone.
The End of Chapter 1
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Author's Ending Note: Hey, that was pretty long, wasn't it? It was probably also boring. You know what?
The main character wasn't even introduced till the end of that chapter! Sure, she was the girl in the first part, but no name or anything like that. (shruggs) Oh, well. Too bad.
Woah, 16 pages . . .
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!
- Rose
p.s i don't own beyblade
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Chapter One
A teenage girl who looked about 15 walked into the hotel room. She had light brown skin and hair that was all shades of royal blue and purple. She was wearing blue, bell bottom pants and a pale pink top.
She went straight to one of the two beds in the room and flopped down, but not before almost tripping over one of her suitcases which was on the floor, still open.
The girl moaned into the pillow. She had worked out so hard that her stomach began to hurt. She'd walked around for a bit, then grabbed a pepsi.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' The word kept running through her head.
She should be down stairs in the lobby with her friends, but she'd decided to come up to the room she shared with her bestfriend, because of her dumb-assed stomach ache.
Actually on the way up, her stomach ache had lessened. It didn't hurt so much anymore.
Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair and stared at the tips of her fingers. They had blue-ish purple dust on them.
She got and decided to take a shower before she went back downstairs again.
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On an airplane to Toronto, Canada . . .
"For the last time, Tyson, take that dumb coat off! And all the stupid winter gear! And that stupid mask! You're not funny!" Kenny snapped.
"No," Tyson stubbornly replied. "I'm not taking any chances."
"Tyson, the chance you have of-" Dizzy started.
"No chances."
"But, it's not winter there!!" Dizzy snapped back.
Tyson was wearing a big, bulky jacket and a mask because he was afraid of SARS.
"Right . . . " Tyson said, remembering the time when they arrived in Russia. He pulled his coat tighter around himself.
Kenny turned to the other BladeBreakers for some help. Kai and Rei were watching the movie and Max look apologetic.
"Sorry," he said. "But, I don't know that much about Canada, so I can't help."
Kai suddenly chuckled.
"What?" Rei asked. "What is it?"
"No, I just remembered a show I saw." Kai answered.
"What show?" Tyson asked.
"Talking to Americans," Kai replied with a smirk. Dizzy and Kenny imediatley burst out laughing. Max just rolled his eyes.
"So, why are we going to Toronto? I thought the tournement was in Montreal." Tyson said.
"Well, Mr. D said that the tournement in Toronto was to get everybody rallied up for the one in Montreal. Kind of like a pre-show, except they were very choosy about who's going to compete in Toronto." Kenny said.
"I have the list of teams. Mr. D sent it by email," Dizzy added.
"So, who's in?" Tyson asked.
"See for yourself," Dizzy said. The team, except Kai, crowded around the computer and they began reading the list:
1) BladeBreakers- Japan
2) The Majestics- Europe
3) All Starz- U.S.A
4) The White Tigers- China
5) The Demolition Boys- Russia
6) Rouge Blizzards- Canada
Kenny read the list outloud for Kai, who didn't even seem to care. The list disappeared and Dizzy came back.
"According to Mr. D, the first three battles will be in the Sky Dome, then the last battle, which will have all three opponents at once, will be on top of the CN Tower."
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
"Tyson, take that crap off!!" Kenny said, getting panicky.
"Nnnnnnoooooo . . . " Tyson said in a very annoying way.
"Fine, be that way." Kenny muttered.
They all got seated and waited for the airplane to land.
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1) BladeBreakers- Japan
2) The Majestics- Europe
3) All Starz- U.S.A
4) The White Tigers- China
5) The Domolition Boys- Russia
6) Rouge Blizzards- Canada
Oliver scanned over the list, then read it out loud to the rest of the Majestics.
"Rouge Blizzards, eh? Sounds kind of tough," Enrique smirked. "Hey, do you think these Canadians might be planning world domination? Everybody else kind of was."
After a moment of silence, the Majestics burst out laughing.
Once, he stopped laughing, Enrique asked the rest of the Europeans, "What so funny?"
Johnny stared at him. "You mean, you were serious?"
Robert and Oliver snickered. Enrique stared daggers at the Brit and the French guy.
Robert went back to his non-smiling self. "Does Canada really seem like the kind of nation that would plan to take over the world?" Robert asked.
Enrique shrugged. "They're stuck in between Russia and America," he replied.
Robert sighed. "You know what Canada did when they wanted to become their own country?"
"Declare war on Britain? Is that why you're not happy about this tournement?" the Italien asked, rolling his eyes.
"No, Enrique, they went over and *asked* nicely." Oliver said.
Enrique and Johnny stared at the other two. Robert nodded.
"He's right," Robert said. "One of my great grandfathers was there."
"Unbelievable."
"Yeah, they still have connections to Britain. And in light of the War in Iraq, that is just wierd." Oliver said. "These tournements are going to be interesting. I heard the Americans trained with the Canadians sometimes, but they haven't seen eachother since the war."
"Why are we even going?! We never go to these tournements . . . " Robert muttered.
"It'll be fun, besides, I heard there are new features-"
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
"They're also half-French," Oliver said with a slight smile.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," Johnny muttered as he sat down.
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"Rouge Blizzards?" Michael asked.
"That's the name they picked?" Steve asked.
"That's what it says here." Emily replied.
A few moments passed in silence.
"This is going to be wierd," Eddy said. "We haven't seen them since the war started."
"Bush is an idiot." Emily stated.
"No shit, sherlock." Came the reply from Michael.
"Hey, cut the guy some slack . . . " Eddy started.
"Do you still have a crush on Anisha?" Steve asked Eddy.
"Shut up," Eddy snapped, "I'll get her to notice me this time." He slouched down with a sour look on his face.
"Whatever," Emily muttered. Emily didn't get along very well with the Canadian, but she felt a little sorry for Anisha. Eddy could be a total idiot with women. Maybe he could get Enrique to give him some tips. She laughed outloud at the thought.
"What?" Steve and Michael asked. Eddy was still growling at the seat in front of him.
"Oh, nothing."
"On another note, we can get revenge on The Demolition Boys." Michael pointed out. The All Starz and The Demolition Boys didn't get along, period.
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
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"Do we know these guys?" Gary asked, through a mouthful of lettuce.
"No," Lee replied.
"Are they tough?" Kevin asked.
"No," Lee said.
"How do you know?" Kevin asked.
"Shut up," Lee said.
Gary opened his mouth, but Kevin said, "Leave'im alone, Gary. He's upset 'cause Mariah likes Rei better than him. AAAHHH!!"
Gary held Lee back from pummeling Kevin. "Say sorry," he ordered.
"Sorry," Kevin muttered.
Mariah watched the display and just rolled her eyes. She then started thinking about seeing Ray again.
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
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"A great opportunity to teach the All Starz a lesson," Bryon said. "And pick a bone with the BladeBreakers."
"Right." Spencer replied.
Tala sighed and rolled his eyes. They still had a bunch of equipment from the Russian tournement, so they were still pretty strong. Another good thing was there was no more Voltaire to be an annoying, phychotic bitch.
Tala did want to beat the BladeBreakers, though. It was just annoying to him how they won every freakin' tournement. Well, the Canadians haven't been in a tournement yet. Maybe they . . . No, that'd just be stupid.
"Yeah, we'll win." Tala muttered.
"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in Toronto shortly. Please be seated and have you seat belts on before the next five minutes is up." The instructions were repeated again in French.
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All the teams got off the plane. They were very surprised to see one another. No team had known that another team would be there.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Johnny said in good-humour to the BladeBreakers.
"Hi, Johnny!" Tyson and Max yelled. Tyson was sweaty and was taking off all the winter stuff.
"Hey Tyson . . . What're you wearing?" Oliver asked Tyson.
"He thought Canada would be a freezing waist land, so he wore all of that." Kenny supplied.
" . . . Oh . . . "
"I didn't think it'd be . . . What's the temperature?"
"27 degrees celcius." Dizzy answered.
"Does anybody know where we're supposed to go?" Steve asked.
Just then, someone cleared their throat. Everybody looked up. An African-Canadian stood, smiling slightly at them. He wore blue, denim pants and a red shirt that was half done to reveal a white top beneath it.
Beside him stood a boy who was as tall as Kai. He had wavy brown hair and blue eyes. The black shirt he wore showed off a well-built body and he also wore blue denim jeans.
Michael spoke first. "Mr. Allen. Darry." He nodded at the two as he said their names.
"Michael. Steve. Eddy. Emily," Darry said, also acknowledging the Americans with a nodd each.
"Can anybody else feel tension?" Enrique whispered to his friends without taking his eyes off the North Americans.
"Well, hello and welcome to Toronto, Canada. Hey, I bet you were all expecting snow and ice, right?" (Tyson looked embarassed) "So, I bet you're all wondering where you should go, eh?" The African- Canadian, Mr. Allen, asked. He was still smiling in a kind way. "Well, we've arranged for you all to stay at a very nice hotel very near the Sky Dome and CN Tower. It's called the Midnight Owl Hotel. All of your vans are waiting to take you there. The tournement will start the day after tomorrow, as you all probably already know. We will inform you of who's facing who and when tomorrow. If you are eliminated from the tournement, you are free to head on to Montreal. Understood?"
Everybody nodded.
"Who are you?" Tyson suddenly asked.
Mr. Allen looked at him, then smiled. "My name is Mr. Allen," he started. "I kind of . . . take care of the Rouge Blizzards. I got them all together. This is Darry. He's from Edmonton, Alberta and he's part of the Rouge Blizzards."
"Hey." Darry said without smiling. He was still staring at Michael, who was staring evenly back.
Mr. Allen looked at the two of them. They were starting to make him really nervous. " . . . Oka-a-a-ay-y-y-y . . . " Mr. Allen said. "We should really get going. It's going to be dark in a few hours and you'll want to get comfortable."
"Right. Let's go." Robert said. He led the Majestics to their van which wasn't the only team van in the parking lot. All the other teams vans, excluding the Rouge Blizzards, were there near them, but not right beside them.
Mr. Allen and Darry got into Mr. Allen's convertable and pulled out of the parking lot right after the Majestics left. As they drove along, they didn't talk much and when they did, it was about the other teams and whether or not they looked tough.
"All of them have very tough images and reputations," Mr. Allen said.
"The Demolition Boys are still together." Darry commented.
"Yes, once Voltaire was dragged off to jail, the abbey was returned to the woman who sold it. I forgot her name. Anyways, she's converting it into an orphanage but is still sponsering the Demolition Boys. She's very patriotic and a percentage of the money is going towards the orphanage. A very nice woman."
Darry suddenly snickered.
"What?" Mr. Allen asked.
"Does she look like a man?" Darry asked between snickers. (A.N. I think Russian women look just fine. This is just for the fic, don't hurt me. Especially all my gals in Russia. We're still friends, right?)
"Darry . . . " Mr. Allen said, a warning in his voice. His face was void of it's usual smile.
"Just a joke, you know. No need to get touchy."
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At the Lobby of the Midnight Owl Hotel . . .
"Where are they? Shouldn't they be here by now?" A girl with curly, black hair asked. She had dark skin and and brown eyes behind small, oval shaped glasses on. She was wearing black pansts and a pale, lavender tank top. She looked sweet, but not tough.
"Maybe the airplane was late . . . " answered a boy. He had light brown skin and short black hair. He was wearing a Montreal Canadiens jersey and blue denim pants. He looked a bit like a little kid.
A moment of silence went by.
"Hey, Zack, where's Anisha?" the girl asked.
The boy, Zack, shrugged. "She went off to your room. She said she felt funny."
"Oh. She's been training hard. I think she really wants to win." the girl stated.
"Sakura, look! There they are!" Zack exclaimed. He got up off the couch they had been sitting on.
"Where?" the girl, Sakura, asked.
"Behind the Majestic's van. . . . Majestics?" Zack asked.
"Oh my Gosh . . . A bunch of other teams are here, too."
"Nobody said anything about staying in the same hotel. This is going to be really awkward. Here come the All Starz."
Mr. Allen and Darry came through the doors first.
"Oh, hello! Were you waiting for us all this time?" Mr. Allen asked.
Sakura smiled back. "No, only for around fifteen minutes."
"Time well wasted." Zack said. Then, he laughed. "That's the catchphrase for the Comedy Network."
"We know." Sakura replied.
"Hi!" Tyson yelled as he popped up out of nowhere.
The two unintroduced Canadians jumped back in surprise. Darry rolled his eyes.
"My name's Tyson from the Bladebreakers and I'm from Japan! Who're you?" Tyson asked.
"Er, my name's Sakura. He's Zack. We're part of the Rouge Blizzards." Sakura said.
"I'm from Montreal and she's from Toronto." Zack added.
"Aren't you two supposed to hate eachother then?" Tyson asked.
"Uhhhh . . . no. Besides, the last member of the Rouge Blizzards is also Torontonian and she's my cousin. Her name's Anisha and she's upstairs." Zack said.
"Guys, I think we should get to our rooms." Mr. Allen suddenly said. "Most of everybody else already checked in."
"Right," Rei said. "Come on, Tyson."
Everybody checked in and went to the elevators where the Majestics were waiting. Being the first to arrive, nobody knew how they were still on the first floor and nobody cared.
The elevator came and everybody went in. Robert pushed the 11th button for the Majestics and the BladeBreakers and Sakura pushed 12.
"So, isn't Montreal, Quebec french?" Kenny asked Zack.
"Yes, basically."
"You don't sound french." Tyson and Oliver said at the same time. Tyson said it in English; Oliver said in french.
Zack looked at Oliver. "Neither do you," he replied in french. Zack turned to Tyson. "I have a very good English-Canadian accent and a very good French-Canadian accent, so I don't get the two mixed up."
"Oh, okay." Tyson looked totally confused.
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Tala looked at the piece of paper in his hand. The Russians were standing in the hallway of the 12th floor.
"Room #6." Tala said. He was still staring at the paper as he began to walk. Bryon and Spencer were behind him, carrying the luggage.
Tala didn't take his eyes of the paper, so he didn't notice a girl get out of Room #4.
She had been staring at the floor as she was walking so she didn't notice him.
They didn't notice eachother until their shoulders banged against the other.
Tala looked up totally surprised. The girl was looking back at him, equally surprised. The two didn't seem angry. Just surprised.
They stood there for a moment, staring at eachother.
The girl was a few inches shorter than Tala. Her black hair was straight, but looked a little wet. The front part was a bit curly. She had very light brown skin and hazel eyes. She was wearing black, baggy pants and a baby blue tank top that had the words 'Come on, let's go.' written on it in silver. She looked a little muscular, but not that muscular, even for a teenaged female. She wasn't scrawny.
Taking a few slow steps, she began to walk away, but she didn't take her eyes off him.
Tala also started moving, not taking her eyes off her.
Spencer and Bryon moved out of the way to let her pass. Then, Spencer stared at her and then at Tala.
'What's the big deal? He doesn't even seem angry!' Spencer thought to himself.
The elevator door opened and the Rouge Blizzards stepped out with Mr. Allen. Sakura was smiling and she waved at someone in the elevator. She then turned and saw the girl.
"Hi, Anisha!"
The girl seemed to snap back into reality. She whipped around and saw Sakura. "Hey, Sakura." she said with a tired smile.
"Feeling better?" Sakura asked.
Tala had also snapped back to reality. He looked past Spencer and Bryon to the Canadians.
Zack and Darry also looked back at the Russians.
" . . . just coming down to stay with you guys," the girl, Anisha, was saying. She turned around and started walking towards Room #4, keeping her eyes on Sakura.
"Well, we're glad you feel better, Anisha," Mr. Allen said. "Why, hello, boys!" He was now looking at the Russians. "I don't think you people know eachother, now, do you?"
Mr. Allen led the Canadians to the Russians. Tala had walked up, so now he was inbetween Spencer and Bryon.
"Rouge Blizzards, this is Spencer, Tala and Bryon. Russia's Demolition Boys. Demolition Boys, meet Anisha, Sakura, Zack and Darry. Canada's Rouge Blizzards. Now, let's see some handshakes!"
Crickets chirpped. Nobody moved.
"Okay, fine, just the captains then. Come on, one little handshake. Sportsmanship, people." Mr. Allen prodded.
More crickets.
"Aw, just shake his hand and let's go. This is heavy!" Bryon complained, holding up the luggage.
"Just put it down!" Darry growled.
"And she's female!" Zack snapped.
"Yeah, she's female!" Sakura added.
Tala smirked and stretched his hand out. Hesitating a bit, Anisha took it.
Anisha suddenly felt a jolt of electricity. She felt Tala's hand stiffen, too.
They withdrawed their hands without shaking. Anisha noticed how Tala's smirk faltered. This made her counter back with a smirk of her own.
"See? That wasn't so hard." Mr. Allen said. "Now, I'll have to be going. Bye, guys!"
"Bye, Mr. A!"
Sakura waved as he disappeared into the elevator, leaving the Rouge Blizzards and The Demolition Boys alone.
The End of Chapter 1
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Author's Ending Note: Hey, that was pretty long, wasn't it? It was probably also boring. You know what?
The main character wasn't even introduced till the end of that chapter! Sure, she was the girl in the first part, but no name or anything like that. (shruggs) Oh, well. Too bad.
Woah, 16 pages . . .
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