Disclaimer: I do NOT own Beyblades. Only my Ocs (Amara and Kiki, soon to be more…hehehehe…read on to meet them.)
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Chpt.4 – Blue Blades and Breakfast
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Amara's alarm clock called in her ear. She moaned and slammed the snooze button. She forgot to turn it off the night before from its early setting of seven in the morning. Yesterday she had wanted to be up early to get ready to meet Uncle Dickie and the Blade breakers at the airport.
"Morning mom, morning dad," Amara picked up the picture of her smiling parents, which she always kept beside her bed no matter where she was staying, and kissed it. She then rolled over onto her other side and faced the framed picture of her older sister Allegra, which was kept on her other nightstand. Allegra looked a lot like Amara but had dark brown hair instead of red and her eyes where a pale ice blue.
"Morning sis," she whispered. "Wish me luck today."
Amara did not want to get out of bed and face her guests. It wasn't that she didn't like them, in fact it was just the opposite she liked them a lot. Well actually Kai more than the others. In some ways he seemed so much like her. From the little argument about the food at dinner the night before she picked up that his situation wasn't much different than hers. He lived in a big empty house just like she did. It gave her a connection to him that was different than anyone else she knew. But that didn't make it any easier for her to get up. It was only seven and her friends wouldn't be coming until around ten. She knew the guys weren't up yet since they were probably a bit jet lagged and they went to bed late. Amara had heard Jackson bring them upstairs showing them to their rooms down the left hall. Amara's room was down the right hall, where all the family bedrooms had been.
At 7:30 Amara dragged herself out of bed and dressed in her favorite blue jeans and a blue T-shirt with the phrase "TAKE A PICTURE IT WILL LAST LONGER" in yellow under a white hooded zip up sweater. Even though it was summer the weather outside wasn't looking too good so jeans were appropriate. She then sat in front of her mirror and began to put her hair in its usual buns.
Once she was done she exited her room into the always-quiet hallway. She made her way in silence down to the stadium room. The lights came on with the usual low hum illuminating the empty room. Amara walked around the dish to the far wall where a door led to the control room. The control room held all Amara's equipment for building and repairing Beyblades as well as the panel for changing the settings in the bey dish. But Amara walked passed all of that and stopped on front of a small locked cabinet on the wall. The combination was such a natural motion that Amara could do it without thinking about what the numbers were. The door clicked open revealing an old black box that had seen better days. Amara picked up the box and placed it on the workbench. She took out the small silver key that she wore on a chain around her neck to open the small lock.
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Kai woke up feeling a little confused by his surroundings. After shaking his head and fully opening his eyes he remembered where he was. He looked over at Rei to see if he was awake but he wasn't. Kai decided to get dressed and go downstairs to wait for the others to wake up. He dug through his duffle bag and withdrew a pair of gray cargo pants and a red muscle shirt. The last things he put on were his red arm guards, which he had laid on the dresser the night before. Taking one last look at the portrait on the wall, he opened the oak door and stuck his head out just in time to see Amara vanish down the stairs. Kai quietly followed her downstairs, through the rec room, and into the stadium room. His eyes followed her into the control room but he stayed by the door where he could see her through the large glass window. Amara never looked at the window that would have given him away. She was too occupied with the black box in the safe.
"Morning," Kai felt adventurous enough to speak once he was in the control room doorway.
"Wha…" Amara jumped, dropping the silver key in her hand. "Bugger!"
"I'm sorry," Kai bent to pick up what she had dropped. She reached for it at the same time. Their hands touched it at the same time. Neither of them moved. All they could do was stare at each other. Amara's sapphire eyes collided with his silver ones.
"Uh, that's ok," Amara managed to say as she removed her hand from its place on top of his. Kai picked up the small old-fashioned key and handed it to her. Amara then proceeded to open the lock. The lid opened without a sound regardless of its old state; obviously it had been opened many times. Inside the box were three smaller black velvet boxes. Ceremoniously Amara lifted them out one at a time and laid them on the workbench.
"They belonged to my parents and sister," Amara spoke softly her voice quivering. "This one was my father's," Amara opened the first velvet box revealing an emerald green and bright blue beyblade. "This one was my mother's." The next one was blood red and navy blue. "And this one belonged to my sister." The blade was pale pink and sky blue.
"They're all blue," Kai said more to himself than to Amara.
"My parents loved the color blue," Amara told him in sad remembrance. "Every shade, which would be why basically every room in this house is blue."
"Yeah, I noticed," Kai looked at her sad face not knowing what else to say. Silence hung between them. Amara looked at the blades on the table instead of looking at Kai.
"So, where's yours?" Kai asked, hoping to change to subject off her parents a bit.
"Always with me," Amara opened on side of her jacket to reveal a hidden pocket. Inside was her beyblade, which like her families, was a shade of blue. Amara's was sapphire blue and burnt orange.
"It matches your eyes," Kai marveled at the blade in her hand.
"And my hair," she laughed. Surprisingly enough Kai smiled at her. Amara's smile turned to one of obvious observation.
"What?" Kai asked when he realized she was staring at him.
"Nothing," Amara smiled. She busied herself with putting away the beyblades, trying to avoid Kai's eyes.
"Well we should get some breakfast before practice don't you think?" Amara asked once she had returned the black box to the safe. "And we better check to see if your teammates are up yet."
"Yeah," Kai answered following her out of the room. He didn't really want his teammates to join them. He wanted her all to himself and find out more about her. She was still a mystery to him.
"Wait," Amara stopped suddenly causing Kai to bump into her. "Let's let their senses wake them up." Amara grabbed Kai's arm and pulled him through the dinning room into the mansions large kitchen. "I hope you can cook Kai."
Amara began to pull items out of the fridge and cabinets creating a pile of ingredients on the counter. "Don't just stand there, give me a hand making some eggs and bacon." Kai immediately helped and together they prepared not only that but toast, pancakes, and hash browns. And sure enough the boys slowly one by one followed their nose into the kitchen. Of course Tyson was first to arrive, his sense of smell like a bloodhound. Rei, Max, and Kenny soon found their way more by the arguing coming from the room than by the smell of food. Kai was making Tyson wait for the others before he ate everything they had prepared.
"Tyson, get away from that bacon," Kai slapped his hand away from the plate.
"Aww, come on Kai," Tyson whined. "I'm sooooooo hungry dude, feed me!" By now he was on his knees in front of Amara hoping for sympathy. She laughed at the sight of Tyson looking like a begging dog. "PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!"
"Tyson you're going to wake up the whole neighborhood with that whine," Kenny scolded as he entered the room with Rei and Max.
"Man, you're gonna blow our eardrums screaming like that," Max put his hands over his ears in a useless attempt to drown out the horrible sound.
"So hungry," Tyson cried still crawling on his knees. Everyone sweat dropped.
"Dig in guys," Amara said once they were all gathered around the table in the breakfast nook. Tyson practically leaped on the plate of bacon, which was closest to him. Amara who was sitting beside him moved over in attempt to stay out of his way.
"Slow down," Rei watched Tyson pile food on his plate. "You're gonna make yourself sick."
"Leave some for the rest of us," Max snatched the plate of bacon away from Tyson's death grip.
"Is he always like this," Amara asked leaning over to Kai, who was sitting to her right.
"All the time," he answered rolling his eyes. "Pretty frightening isn't it?"
"Just a little," Amara chuckled. Kai found her laugh contagious and found himself laughing with her. The other guys stared in awe at the older boy's smiling face.
"Miss Amara, your morning paper," Jackson placed it in front of her.
"Thank you Jackson," Amara unfolded it to look at the front page. "OH BUGGER!!!!"
"What is it? What's wrong," all the guys shouted at once. Kai's concern seemed to come out a bit louder than the rest. Amara didn't answer, all she could manage was to lower the paper so they could all see what she was staring at. BEYBLADE WORLD CHAMPS IN TOWN FOR LOCAL TOURNY. The guys looked at the headline and then back at Amara.
"Amara, what's so bad about that?" Rei asked not quite sure what the problem was.
"We get that all the time, it's no big deal," Tyson smiled.
"Keep reading," Amara pointed to the sub line underneath the headline. STAYING WITH LOCAL CHAMP AMARA JONES! "That means that now everyone knows where you are, which means they will try to STORM MY HOUSE!!!" Amara didn't realize it but she was now almost shouting at them.
"Whoa, down girl down," Tyson made an effortless attempt to calm her.
"You're not listed in the phone book are you??" Kenny cut in.
"No, but some people do know where I live and not to mention it was suppose to be a secret where you were staying. Uncle Dickie won't be too happy when he sees this," Amara sighed, slapping the paper down onto the table. "It might be a little hard for you guys to go sightseeing now too, there will be mobs of girls out looking for just a glimpse of you guys. You'll have the clothes ripped off your backs!"
"I don't see anything wrong with that," Max laughed nudging Tyson.
"Yeah calm down Amara, we like girls. Well except Kai over there," Tyson laughed at his jab at Kai. But it was short lived, he saw the "I'm gonna kill you" look Kai was giving him and stopped laughing.
"Oh but Kai is the favorite," Amara informed the shocked group. Even Kai looked a little surprised at the remark. But she was serious.
"No way, old sour puss is liked the best?" Tyson sat mouth opened wide, staring at the older boy.
"Oh yeah, the strong SILENT types are very big over here," Amara tried to keep at straight face when Tyson's mouth fell completely open.
DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!
"I'll get that," Amara shot out of her seat. "Don't come out, just in case it's some of you crazed fans." They could hear her laugh as she walked to the front door. Kai smiled at the sweet sound of her laugh. His teammates stared at him.
"What?!?" he dared them to answer. He knew perfectly well why they were all staring at him but he had to keep a cold front anyway.
"Nothing," they all answered becoming very interested in the food on their plates.
"Kai has a thing for Amara," Tyson pointed out the obvious, smiling to himself as he ate.
"I do not," Kai denied. "Not that it would be any of your business if I did."
"OOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" Kai whacked Tyson in the back of the head with the rolled up newspaper.
"Guys breakfast time is over," Amara came back through the swinging door. Kai quickly put the newspaper under the table where she couldn't see it.
"Awwww but I haven't had nearly enough to tide me over till lunch," Tyson cried anime tears. "I'll pass out if I'm malnourished…OWWWWW" Kai whacked Tyson with the rolled up newspaper again.
"Shut it," Kai spoke between clenched teeth. .
"What's so important that you're daring to tear Tyson away from his food?" Max asked the smiling girl.
"Time to Blade." She grinned cheekily at them.
"Alright," Tyson hollered, jumping up, abandoning his food and ran to the stadium room.
