The New Generation
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Devon hit his head repeatedly on the cream colored wall of his hotel room. He still couldn't believe Leheung actually pulled of a draw against him, in front of a home crowd no less. He always beat Leheung in everything... The Chinese runaway never could put up a fight before. His eyelid twitched in frustration and his lips twisted into a thin scowl. "Willis better have found which hotel those Storm Bladers are hiding in..." He murmured before striding over to the window, which granted him a pleasant view of the bright and lively city. 'Speaking of the brothers... Chad should be arriving with the takeout dinner soon.'
Perched on the miniscule ledge above the open window of Wild Pack's temporary residence was the leader of the Revolutionaries, listening intently to the rants of the emotionally unstable beyblader below him. The sprightly brown-haired boy rubbed the back of his head casually before making a clicking sound with his tongue. A small sparrow flew up to him, gripped his left shoulder with its tiny claws and chirped obediently. The captain scribbled a note on a shred of paper and wrapped it around the inconspicuous bird.
"Bring this to Benjie, Tagumpay. I've got some more work to do." The athletic teenager hopped off his perch and quickly climbed up the side of the hotel. The sparrow cocked its head before flapping its puny wings and soaring off.
Devon watched the small brown bird flap off into the noon sky and smiled. How beautiful winged animals were... So peaceful to watch.
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Leheung collapsed onto the cot that had been reserved for him inside their own room. The headache was getting way worse and the fact that Colin got him a bare cot to sleep on was not helping. He was guessing the loser had specifically asked for the minimum for him. Leheung slapped a hand onto his forehead and rolled over in the bed, hoping to get some sleep. Once again though, Bradley just somehow managed to shatter his self-indulgence. The golden-haired orphan stormed into the hotel room and Leheung swore he was in for another chat with his hyperactive captain when Bradley merely fell flat on his own bed, tired. The beyblader moaned in self pity before covering his head with a pillow. 'Aw, what the hell... He looks like he had a maybe equally lousy day.'
Leheung sat upright on the bed and ran a hand through his tangled black hair. "You alright?"
Bradley raised his arm and gave a limp sort of wave. The boy muttered something under his breath and continued to press the pillow down on his head. Leheung shrugged and tapped his teammate's shoulder. "Hello? What happened to you, man?"
"One of your nemesiseses- blech- 'rivals' tailed me heading back here." Bradley sighed, muffled by the cushion he had flattened against his face. "I got lost trying to shake him off... You won't believe how freaking long it took for me to find this place!"
Leheung rolled his eyes to the heavens and stood up. The Chinese boy stooped over, picked up the television set remote and tossed it over his shoulder to Bradley.
"Sorry, Brad. I'm out for a short walk. Watch the replay of the opening while I'm out." Leheung scooped up his coat and fitted it over his broad shoulders before exiting the room. Bradley tossed the pillow away from his face and sat cross-legged on the bed. A grin crossed the European's face and he immediately switched the tv set on. "Okay."
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"As all of you know, today was an exciting day for beyblading all around the world! For just a few hours ago, the opening ceremonies for the BBA World League commenced! And as usual, all of the teams put on quite a show, with the exception of the Russian team, Raven Rising, who were absent. Their absence was barely noticed though as most people had their eyes glued to the newly formed Storm Bladers, not to be mistaken with the disbanded team, who already managed to show some grit in the ring!"
Leheung appeared on the television screen, his teeth screwed together in concentration as he watched his beyblade go toe to toe with Devon's.
"Leheung Ngie of the Storm Bladers put up a real fight against heavily favored Devon Rembrandt of Wild Pack-" Bradley snorted in amusement, "-and managed to force a draw during the exhibition match between the two teams. But even before the two collided in the dish, confrontation lines were drawn during a heated exchange of words wherein the captains of all 5 teams argued."
A shot of Bradley's face appeared on the screen, along with four others, which belonged to Irei, Mitchell, Matt and Devon, in no particular order. The photographs were quickly replaced with video footage of his tussle with the Australian captain, with the leaders of the Asian and American teams struggling to join the battle in the fringe.
Bradley laughed at his own antics, realizing how blindly immature he looked. "This is cool..."
"Bradley, the team captain of the Storm Bladers, defended his teammate and fellow orphan, Evan, from the criticisms of Devon concerning the skill it took for Evan to control a raven bitbeast. Mitchell Hawkes and Matt Valencia, the captains of the Hawk Hunters and Revolutionaries, respectively, also reacted to Devon's criticism and immediately began throwing their own flak at the Australian beyblader. A small fistfight started between the four, although both the American and Asian team captains were restrained by their teammates. Order was restored by Irei Beaumont, captain of the World Champions, the Millennium Knights."
"The tension created by this clash has most definitely traced some lines in the sand and the normally peaceable teams may now be splitting into divisions. Our sports analysts say that the Storm Bladers, Revolutionaries and Hawk Hunters will probably be set as one group with the aim of further antagonizing hometown hero Devon and Wild Pack. Wild Pack will most likely be supported by their well-funded ally, Raven Rising. As usual, the Millennium Knights, despite being one of the teams with real financial and political clout, will, in all probability, be unaligned with any of these predicted factions. If this becomes a reality, this may yet be the most exciting beyblade tournament in history, with the exception of the legendary Bladebreakers' stint in the league."
An image showing the world famous Tyson Kinomiya appeared onscreen, with pictures of his teammates quickly following.
"In a related topic, the public has been whipped up into a media frenzy due to unverified reports that their will be a gathering of sorts for the people who were instrumental in the fall of Biovolt. Around two weeks from now, but a few days after the climax of the Australian section of the world championship, is the projected schedule for this event, which is said to feature the likes of the All Starz, White Tigers and the Magestics, along with the Bladebreakers of course. It is yet unknown whether the present beyblading teams will also be invited."
"In other news, the Olympic committee has rejected requests to add beyblading as an Olympic sport-"
Bradley switched the television off and unceremoniously threw the remote onto Leheung's cot. He grinned and rested his head on a soft pillow while images of the aforementioned party filled his mind.
'That would be so amazing... I hope those rumors are true.' The European boy thought before shifting his gaze to the window of their relatively spacious and well-lit hotel residence. A small sparrow flitted by the glass, soaring deftly through the air. A smile crossed Bradley's lips and he folded his arms behind his head, sinking into the bouncy hotel bed. What a nice-looking sparrow, he thought and fell asleep.
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End of Chapter.
Note: Thank you for your support! I thought I'd never get past 30 reviews... ^___^;
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Devon hit his head repeatedly on the cream colored wall of his hotel room. He still couldn't believe Leheung actually pulled of a draw against him, in front of a home crowd no less. He always beat Leheung in everything... The Chinese runaway never could put up a fight before. His eyelid twitched in frustration and his lips twisted into a thin scowl. "Willis better have found which hotel those Storm Bladers are hiding in..." He murmured before striding over to the window, which granted him a pleasant view of the bright and lively city. 'Speaking of the brothers... Chad should be arriving with the takeout dinner soon.'
Perched on the miniscule ledge above the open window of Wild Pack's temporary residence was the leader of the Revolutionaries, listening intently to the rants of the emotionally unstable beyblader below him. The sprightly brown-haired boy rubbed the back of his head casually before making a clicking sound with his tongue. A small sparrow flew up to him, gripped his left shoulder with its tiny claws and chirped obediently. The captain scribbled a note on a shred of paper and wrapped it around the inconspicuous bird.
"Bring this to Benjie, Tagumpay. I've got some more work to do." The athletic teenager hopped off his perch and quickly climbed up the side of the hotel. The sparrow cocked its head before flapping its puny wings and soaring off.
Devon watched the small brown bird flap off into the noon sky and smiled. How beautiful winged animals were... So peaceful to watch.
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Leheung collapsed onto the cot that had been reserved for him inside their own room. The headache was getting way worse and the fact that Colin got him a bare cot to sleep on was not helping. He was guessing the loser had specifically asked for the minimum for him. Leheung slapped a hand onto his forehead and rolled over in the bed, hoping to get some sleep. Once again though, Bradley just somehow managed to shatter his self-indulgence. The golden-haired orphan stormed into the hotel room and Leheung swore he was in for another chat with his hyperactive captain when Bradley merely fell flat on his own bed, tired. The beyblader moaned in self pity before covering his head with a pillow. 'Aw, what the hell... He looks like he had a maybe equally lousy day.'
Leheung sat upright on the bed and ran a hand through his tangled black hair. "You alright?"
Bradley raised his arm and gave a limp sort of wave. The boy muttered something under his breath and continued to press the pillow down on his head. Leheung shrugged and tapped his teammate's shoulder. "Hello? What happened to you, man?"
"One of your nemesiseses- blech- 'rivals' tailed me heading back here." Bradley sighed, muffled by the cushion he had flattened against his face. "I got lost trying to shake him off... You won't believe how freaking long it took for me to find this place!"
Leheung rolled his eyes to the heavens and stood up. The Chinese boy stooped over, picked up the television set remote and tossed it over his shoulder to Bradley.
"Sorry, Brad. I'm out for a short walk. Watch the replay of the opening while I'm out." Leheung scooped up his coat and fitted it over his broad shoulders before exiting the room. Bradley tossed the pillow away from his face and sat cross-legged on the bed. A grin crossed the European's face and he immediately switched the tv set on. "Okay."
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"As all of you know, today was an exciting day for beyblading all around the world! For just a few hours ago, the opening ceremonies for the BBA World League commenced! And as usual, all of the teams put on quite a show, with the exception of the Russian team, Raven Rising, who were absent. Their absence was barely noticed though as most people had their eyes glued to the newly formed Storm Bladers, not to be mistaken with the disbanded team, who already managed to show some grit in the ring!"
Leheung appeared on the television screen, his teeth screwed together in concentration as he watched his beyblade go toe to toe with Devon's.
"Leheung Ngie of the Storm Bladers put up a real fight against heavily favored Devon Rembrandt of Wild Pack-" Bradley snorted in amusement, "-and managed to force a draw during the exhibition match between the two teams. But even before the two collided in the dish, confrontation lines were drawn during a heated exchange of words wherein the captains of all 5 teams argued."
A shot of Bradley's face appeared on the screen, along with four others, which belonged to Irei, Mitchell, Matt and Devon, in no particular order. The photographs were quickly replaced with video footage of his tussle with the Australian captain, with the leaders of the Asian and American teams struggling to join the battle in the fringe.
Bradley laughed at his own antics, realizing how blindly immature he looked. "This is cool..."
"Bradley, the team captain of the Storm Bladers, defended his teammate and fellow orphan, Evan, from the criticisms of Devon concerning the skill it took for Evan to control a raven bitbeast. Mitchell Hawkes and Matt Valencia, the captains of the Hawk Hunters and Revolutionaries, respectively, also reacted to Devon's criticism and immediately began throwing their own flak at the Australian beyblader. A small fistfight started between the four, although both the American and Asian team captains were restrained by their teammates. Order was restored by Irei Beaumont, captain of the World Champions, the Millennium Knights."
"The tension created by this clash has most definitely traced some lines in the sand and the normally peaceable teams may now be splitting into divisions. Our sports analysts say that the Storm Bladers, Revolutionaries and Hawk Hunters will probably be set as one group with the aim of further antagonizing hometown hero Devon and Wild Pack. Wild Pack will most likely be supported by their well-funded ally, Raven Rising. As usual, the Millennium Knights, despite being one of the teams with real financial and political clout, will, in all probability, be unaligned with any of these predicted factions. If this becomes a reality, this may yet be the most exciting beyblade tournament in history, with the exception of the legendary Bladebreakers' stint in the league."
An image showing the world famous Tyson Kinomiya appeared onscreen, with pictures of his teammates quickly following.
"In a related topic, the public has been whipped up into a media frenzy due to unverified reports that their will be a gathering of sorts for the people who were instrumental in the fall of Biovolt. Around two weeks from now, but a few days after the climax of the Australian section of the world championship, is the projected schedule for this event, which is said to feature the likes of the All Starz, White Tigers and the Magestics, along with the Bladebreakers of course. It is yet unknown whether the present beyblading teams will also be invited."
"In other news, the Olympic committee has rejected requests to add beyblading as an Olympic sport-"
Bradley switched the television off and unceremoniously threw the remote onto Leheung's cot. He grinned and rested his head on a soft pillow while images of the aforementioned party filled his mind.
'That would be so amazing... I hope those rumors are true.' The European boy thought before shifting his gaze to the window of their relatively spacious and well-lit hotel residence. A small sparrow flitted by the glass, soaring deftly through the air. A smile crossed Bradley's lips and he folded his arms behind his head, sinking into the bouncy hotel bed. What a nice-looking sparrow, he thought and fell asleep.
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End of Chapter.
Note: Thank you for your support! I thought I'd never get past 30 reviews... ^___^;
