Disclaimer: (Haha) I've finally found someone to do this boring stuff for
me! Whee! Her name's Myishi, my WG. (Haha...can ya guess what this stands
for?) (Continue following my stories to find out.)
Myishi: Hi, I'm Shaedowe's Wr...mmmmmm *muffled noises coming from Myishi*
Shaedowe: *covers Myishi's mouth with her hand* Hee hee, I can't let Myishi let out my secret, now, can I... so don't tell, Myishi... ok?
Myishi: Hmm mm mm hmm!
Shaedowe: sorry *sheepish* *lets go finally* go on...
Myishi: Shaedowe doesn't own Beyblade. But she owns everything else...Haha! And everything belonging to her belongs to me cos I'm her Wr...hmmm mmm hmmm mmm...!!!
Shaedowe: *holding hand over Myishi's mouth again* She enjoys attention, the little attention- seeker...heh heh... read on! Forth chapter, here we go!
And before we start, I would like to say a big thank you to all those who reviewed! Actually there are only 4 (*sob*... am I really that pathetic?!) so I'll just thank them personally.
To: Lefty
~ Thank you for reviewing! Thank you so much! Thank you! (Don't worry, I'm not sugar high or whatever) I'll continue to write, and pls keep checking back. It's great that you enjoy my stories because it's the first time I am writing a fanfic as you all know. Thank you sssooooooooo much! ~
To: bs3ssi0n
~ Thank you sssssooooooooooooooooooooo much as well! How did you find out I had you saved? Anyway, I'm really happy that you liked my stories 'cause I thought that they were too draggy... if there is such a word... I don't know... ok then, continue to read my stories, then, I'll keep updating them! Thank you so much...again! ~
To: Darkness-fire
~ Hi! Thank you sssssooooooooooooooooooooo much for reviewing, although it's about time... As for the spelling mistakes, I'm really sorry if you had a hard time reading. I was in a rush to write cause my annoying brothers wanted to play computer games and wanted me to log off. HUMPH! Well, thank you again. And again. And again. And I lost my voice in the camp too. Lucky mine was just a mild case. So I CAN talk. Haha. P.S. sorry, but maybe my last review was a little rude... sorry about that... ~
To: Rena
~ Hi! Thank you sooo much for your review... It's my first time... like I said in the previous thank you notes already... Just that, continue to read and review my stories... P.S. many people like the first one... hmmm... I wonder why... Oh well, thank you again. And again... ~
Ok, that's done, so... I'll go on! Read and review please. Thank you. =
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The plane ride was more or less uneventful, nothing noteworthy anyway. So far, the only remotely interesting thing that happened was Tyson over- eating and having to bolt for the toilet every five minutes, and even that was pretty much normal, for Tyson anyway. Clutching his stomach, double over and groaning was how Tyson alighted from the plane. Kai and Rei lingered behind; they couldn't bare to be seen together with Tyson; while Max, being Max again, supported Tyson while Kenny contacted the school's administration to alert them to the fact that their plane had landed. How Max could bear the humiliation, Rei didn't know.
The airport was chock-full of holidaymakers, as was the one before it. It took about an hour before they could finally see any sign of the outside world. Once there, it was easy to find their mode of transport: stretch- limousine. It stood there, proud and aloof, looking down its nose at the other beaten and battered old junkyard cars around it.
Kenny's jaw dropped wide enough to accommodate a whole expressway. A chauffeur wearing an elegant tuxedo got out to open the door for the team. Max got in, but not without some trepidation. The interior was spacious, definitely wide enough for the Bladebreakers and their luggage and some other people as well.
Tyson made to get in with Max but was blocked by the chauffeur's hand as he closed the door. Silently, he drove off with Max staring wide-eyed at the driver.
'Hey! How dare you kidnap our friend! Hey... ouch!" Rei had given him a hard jab in the side. No doubt he was more concerned about the team's image than Max. "What?" Tyson demanded crossly. He did not appreciate getting hard jabs. Especially by Rei. Not at all.
Sighing and shaking his head pityingly, Rei pointed to the driveway. In the limousine's place was another identical gleaming black limousine. Another chauffeur got out and opened the door. He seemed identical to the first chauffeur too. Fortunately this one seemed more unlike Kai. "In case you're wondering young masters, one stretch limousine is for on of you. And the two at the back are for your luggage. I ma sorry if there happens to be any misunderstanding. Any further inquiries?"
Unlikely. Tyson's mouth seemed to have taken on the same shape as Kenny's. Except bigger.
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Tyson could hardly sit still, fidgeting non-stop. With nothing but the chauffeur to keep him occupied in the limousine, it was expected. Of course he could occupy himself by pressing the hundreds of buttons on three separate panels, each facing him but he had already done that. Five times.
Raiding the mini-fridge didn't seem like a bad idea but he had already raided it bare.
Talking to the chauffeur on the other hand... Of course, he hadn't counted on the chauffeur to be another replica of Kai, only much much uglier. The only things he said was that the school 'was honored to have him and his team as pupils' when he launched into a play-by-play version of all of his beybattles. Minus the defeats of course. And replying 'almost there' when he asked how far away they were from the school. So far he had asked more times than he could count.
So his conclusion was that either they were travelling in circles or that the chauffeur was a robot. The latter conclusion excited him. He'd never been friends with a real live robot before.
If you count friends as stone pillars that hardly talked to you. Very much like Kai. And he could put his money on the fact that Kai wasn't his friend. Ok, so they weren't friends, so what could he call the robot? Nothing. Tyson had spent several minutes turning this simple fact over and over and over in his little brain and had finally conceded that it would make life much simpler if he simply did what the chauffeur told him to do.
Which was sit down, be patient and have a pleasant journey.
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Rei was fidgeting non-stop too. He was a wild animal. Wild animals weren't meant to be cooped up in enclosed spaces. It was an outrage. Rei considered telling the chauffeur this but dismissed the thought.
"Sit down, be patient, and have a pleasant journey." Pretty much summed up what the chauffeur had been saying for over the past... what... ten?... hours or so. Plus he didn't much trust outsiders anyway. Not until they had proven themselves to be trustworthy anyway.
Rei was soooo bored he had even taken a leaf out of Tyson's book.
Raided the mini-fridge was what he had done. Which was as bare as... well... Tyson's was now. Unfortunately, his stomach was unable to digest such large amounts of food at one time. Unlike Tyson's.
So guess what? He had got a stomachache. Indigestion probably. He didn't know how Tyson did it. He would have to learn his big secret. From Tyson the master. Fortunately, his stomach had gotten better after a period of time. That was how long the trip was. His stomach could go from good to bad to good again.
Rei swore that if he ever survived his trip, he would gladly give up torturing and teasing Tyson on his big appetite and pretty much everything bad about Tyson.
Rei brightened up considerably. He had found something to do. Naming all of Tyson's bad habits would take quite some time...
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Max was sleeping. Or at least he was trying to. He had slept the last MILLION or so hours away already and was feeling wide-awake. He opened the mini-fridge once again. There was still the packet of chocolates and that can of coke left. He had learned from Tyson that eating too much too fast could do nothing good except give you indigestion and so had planned to spread everything out over the whole trip. Didn't look like he was going to be able to do that. He was already reaching for the can of coke.
Remind him where he was supposed to be going. He had forgotten already. Stupid long journey.
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Kenny was sure that if the ride went on any longer, Dizzi's batteries would be exhausted. Then he'd be one chatting partner less. Not that that'd be any big loss. At the rate she was going, he would be thankful if she just shut down. Temporarily of course. He grabbed for the chocolate bar, which was the only survivor in the fridge.
"You do know what you've got to do right after you get off this vehicle, don't you? Work out! All those extra calories added during this trip, you'll be able to compete with a full-grown elephant for "Heaviest Creature on Land"... You are listening, aren't you, Chief?" Dizzi ranted on. She'd been going on like this for hours, her mouth seemed to be on autopilot.
Kenny checked her batteries. They must be going haywire or something. "Aww, shut up, Dizzi. You're just cranky because of the long ride. And jealous that you can't do anything else whereas I can eat. The worst I can get is fat. I've not been very health-conscious anyway. So nothing you say can get to me."
"Oh. Ok." Dizzi huffed. Then a sly note slid into her voice. "Then you won't mind if that computer geek Emily leaves you for another man when you start to bloat..."
Kenny blushed and grew flustered. He got like this whenever the E word was mentioned. Still trying and failing miserably to look dignified with a face redder than a beetroot, Kenny answered" Of course not. I don't even like her."
Then shyly shooting Dizzi a sideways glance he asked hurriedly "She won't do that, will she?"
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Speaking of dignity, Kai was the only one who looked anything like the word. Long journeys like these didn't bother him a bit. In fact, he kind of liked the silence. Kind of meaning extremely. All the food in the mini- fridge was still intact; he hadn't even touched anything, no fingerprints on any of the buttons. Although he had made the terrible mistake of getting into the last limousine. He had no doubt that Tyson or Max or even ray would have enjoyed the company of his chauffeur more than he did. Much more.
His driver seemed intent on breaking the almost visible ice between them.
"Master Kai, such a pleasure to meet you." Kai would have raised an eyebrow if he could. But he didn't want the driver knowing that he was listening. In fact he wasn't. So the driver had given up. By the movement of his mouth in the rearview mirror, he was about to try again. No big deal, just shut him out. Kai was well practiced in such things. It came with living with Tyson.
Except that one sentence had suddenly leapt out at him. "Master Kai, you look like Master Hiwatari. A real chip off the old block."
Kai was suddenly wide-awake. And seething mad. No way was this driver going to call him a chip off Voltaire's block and get away with it. He and Voltaire were two completely different creatures. The only things they had in common were their hatred for each other, and their determination to bring the other to a crushing defeat.
"Never-ever-call-me-that-again! You-hear-me?! NEVER!" he hissed, leaning forward so that their noses almost touched so the chauffeur would have to be very deaf in order for him to not have heard him. Kai's voice was so soft, it was barely audible. Nevertheless, the barely suppressed rage was all there. Every single ounce of it. The chauffeur caught sight of his clenched fist. He gulped.
Kai's was unaware of his fist until it started trembling. It was all he could do to stop himself from stuffing it down the poor man's throat.
"Ye...ye... yessi...sir, Ma...ma... mas...ste...er... K...ka...kai. Ne... nev...never." He choked out, his voice shaking so much, he could hardly drive.
Kai returned to his couldn't-care-less position again, closing his eyes and folding his arms.
So he never noticed the chauffeur smirking triumphantly up in front.
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Back home, Hilary was daydreaming. "Hilary. Hilary? Earth to Hilary. Hello?" Then knocking her hand lightly on Hilary's forehead. "Anyone in there?"
With a start, Hilary was brought rudely back to the present. "Hey, Lindsey, knock it off. Lindsey!" Hilary shied away from her friend.
Lindsey shook her head and gave a mock 'tut' sound. "Tut tut, I would have rang the doorbell, but there didn't seem to be one on your head. So I knocked."
Hilary smiled in spite of herself. She had been feeling like this ever since the Bladebreakers left. Which was barely a few hours ago. But to her it had seemed ions. She didn't want to admit it but she missed them, even Tyson, especially Tyson. Complete with his idiotic ways too.
Lindsey leaned in closer to her friend, almost as if she had a secret to share. Maybe she did. "Hey, you know, there's a Beyblade tournament coming up next week. What do you say we enter in it, you know, as a team? Maybe we could invite Graham and Hansel to join as well. Or," she added hurriedly, seeing the beginnings of a frown on Hilary's face. "We could get Thomas Fincher and Ben Dravid. You know the two cutest boys in the whole school. They invited you today by sending you a note, or were you spacing? Yup, there's the note. You were busy dreaming about your boyfriend, Tyrone or whatever."
Hilary got mad. Or at least she tried to. It was a highly difficult task when she was blushing redder than the sun. "His name is Tyson. TYSON. T-y-s- o-n. Ok? And he's not my boyfriend. He's the most disgusting creature on Earth. Except for maybe cockroaches. And snakes. And piranhas. And-"
Lindsey cut her off. "Admit it, you like him. As more than a friend. And let's not talk about this now."
Hilary relented and smiled for the second time that day. Lindsey was right. Again. They had more important matters at hand. Of the hanging out with cute guys with beyblades variety.
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In the limousine in another country, it was getting dark. In the middle of the day. And Tyson was sure this wasn't your average thunderstorm. Somehow, this thunderstorm was able to look almost sinister. Almost but not quite. But Tyson wasn't scared. He was brave, fearless. He didn't scare easy.
In the distance thunder boomed loudly, producing a sound not unlike that of a tiger roaring.
Burying his head in his seat, Tyson let out a muffled scream. Even his chauffeur couldn't resist a slight chuckle.
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Ray peered out the window. In time to see a jagged flash of lightning split the sky into half. Not literally of course. Smiling a self-assured smile, Ray wound the window down. Little drops of rain pattered down onto his open face and he couldn't suppress a laugh. This was more like it.
Nature's way of reassuring him that he was still alive. Even while he was in that awfully cramp limousine.
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In the light that the lightning produced, Kai caught sight of a majestic castle in the distance, bearing a gleaming white sign with the words 'Bladers Paradise'. The school.
Kai rolled his eyes. Oh yeah, he could hardly wait.
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Haha! I've finally completed the 4th chapter! Yippee! Anyway, pls review. I'm not publishing the next one until I've got 12 reviews or at least ten... pwetty pwease! With ice cream and strawberries on top.
Oh, you don't like strawberries? Too bad. Haha. Next chapter we'll have another flavor so you've gotta stay tuned! Bye.
Until next time, Adios.
COMING UP IN THE NEXT CHAPTER---
Up Next: Disappearance
They have arrived at the school. Finally. But all they find there are the sleeping quarters and the other pupils' belongings. What has happened and where have the other students disappeared to? Find out in the next chapter of Evil in Disguise.
Myishi: Hi, I'm Shaedowe's Wr...mmmmmm *muffled noises coming from Myishi*
Shaedowe: *covers Myishi's mouth with her hand* Hee hee, I can't let Myishi let out my secret, now, can I... so don't tell, Myishi... ok?
Myishi: Hmm mm mm hmm!
Shaedowe: sorry *sheepish* *lets go finally* go on...
Myishi: Shaedowe doesn't own Beyblade. But she owns everything else...Haha! And everything belonging to her belongs to me cos I'm her Wr...hmmm mmm hmmm mmm...!!!
Shaedowe: *holding hand over Myishi's mouth again* She enjoys attention, the little attention- seeker...heh heh... read on! Forth chapter, here we go!
And before we start, I would like to say a big thank you to all those who reviewed! Actually there are only 4 (*sob*... am I really that pathetic?!) so I'll just thank them personally.
To: Lefty
~ Thank you for reviewing! Thank you so much! Thank you! (Don't worry, I'm not sugar high or whatever) I'll continue to write, and pls keep checking back. It's great that you enjoy my stories because it's the first time I am writing a fanfic as you all know. Thank you sssooooooooo much! ~
To: bs3ssi0n
~ Thank you sssssooooooooooooooooooooo much as well! How did you find out I had you saved? Anyway, I'm really happy that you liked my stories 'cause I thought that they were too draggy... if there is such a word... I don't know... ok then, continue to read my stories, then, I'll keep updating them! Thank you so much...again! ~
To: Darkness-fire
~ Hi! Thank you sssssooooooooooooooooooooo much for reviewing, although it's about time... As for the spelling mistakes, I'm really sorry if you had a hard time reading. I was in a rush to write cause my annoying brothers wanted to play computer games and wanted me to log off. HUMPH! Well, thank you again. And again. And again. And I lost my voice in the camp too. Lucky mine was just a mild case. So I CAN talk. Haha. P.S. sorry, but maybe my last review was a little rude... sorry about that... ~
To: Rena
~ Hi! Thank you sooo much for your review... It's my first time... like I said in the previous thank you notes already... Just that, continue to read and review my stories... P.S. many people like the first one... hmmm... I wonder why... Oh well, thank you again. And again... ~
Ok, that's done, so... I'll go on! Read and review please. Thank you. =
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The plane ride was more or less uneventful, nothing noteworthy anyway. So far, the only remotely interesting thing that happened was Tyson over- eating and having to bolt for the toilet every five minutes, and even that was pretty much normal, for Tyson anyway. Clutching his stomach, double over and groaning was how Tyson alighted from the plane. Kai and Rei lingered behind; they couldn't bare to be seen together with Tyson; while Max, being Max again, supported Tyson while Kenny contacted the school's administration to alert them to the fact that their plane had landed. How Max could bear the humiliation, Rei didn't know.
The airport was chock-full of holidaymakers, as was the one before it. It took about an hour before they could finally see any sign of the outside world. Once there, it was easy to find their mode of transport: stretch- limousine. It stood there, proud and aloof, looking down its nose at the other beaten and battered old junkyard cars around it.
Kenny's jaw dropped wide enough to accommodate a whole expressway. A chauffeur wearing an elegant tuxedo got out to open the door for the team. Max got in, but not without some trepidation. The interior was spacious, definitely wide enough for the Bladebreakers and their luggage and some other people as well.
Tyson made to get in with Max but was blocked by the chauffeur's hand as he closed the door. Silently, he drove off with Max staring wide-eyed at the driver.
'Hey! How dare you kidnap our friend! Hey... ouch!" Rei had given him a hard jab in the side. No doubt he was more concerned about the team's image than Max. "What?" Tyson demanded crossly. He did not appreciate getting hard jabs. Especially by Rei. Not at all.
Sighing and shaking his head pityingly, Rei pointed to the driveway. In the limousine's place was another identical gleaming black limousine. Another chauffeur got out and opened the door. He seemed identical to the first chauffeur too. Fortunately this one seemed more unlike Kai. "In case you're wondering young masters, one stretch limousine is for on of you. And the two at the back are for your luggage. I ma sorry if there happens to be any misunderstanding. Any further inquiries?"
Unlikely. Tyson's mouth seemed to have taken on the same shape as Kenny's. Except bigger.
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Tyson could hardly sit still, fidgeting non-stop. With nothing but the chauffeur to keep him occupied in the limousine, it was expected. Of course he could occupy himself by pressing the hundreds of buttons on three separate panels, each facing him but he had already done that. Five times.
Raiding the mini-fridge didn't seem like a bad idea but he had already raided it bare.
Talking to the chauffeur on the other hand... Of course, he hadn't counted on the chauffeur to be another replica of Kai, only much much uglier. The only things he said was that the school 'was honored to have him and his team as pupils' when he launched into a play-by-play version of all of his beybattles. Minus the defeats of course. And replying 'almost there' when he asked how far away they were from the school. So far he had asked more times than he could count.
So his conclusion was that either they were travelling in circles or that the chauffeur was a robot. The latter conclusion excited him. He'd never been friends with a real live robot before.
If you count friends as stone pillars that hardly talked to you. Very much like Kai. And he could put his money on the fact that Kai wasn't his friend. Ok, so they weren't friends, so what could he call the robot? Nothing. Tyson had spent several minutes turning this simple fact over and over and over in his little brain and had finally conceded that it would make life much simpler if he simply did what the chauffeur told him to do.
Which was sit down, be patient and have a pleasant journey.
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Rei was fidgeting non-stop too. He was a wild animal. Wild animals weren't meant to be cooped up in enclosed spaces. It was an outrage. Rei considered telling the chauffeur this but dismissed the thought.
"Sit down, be patient, and have a pleasant journey." Pretty much summed up what the chauffeur had been saying for over the past... what... ten?... hours or so. Plus he didn't much trust outsiders anyway. Not until they had proven themselves to be trustworthy anyway.
Rei was soooo bored he had even taken a leaf out of Tyson's book.
Raided the mini-fridge was what he had done. Which was as bare as... well... Tyson's was now. Unfortunately, his stomach was unable to digest such large amounts of food at one time. Unlike Tyson's.
So guess what? He had got a stomachache. Indigestion probably. He didn't know how Tyson did it. He would have to learn his big secret. From Tyson the master. Fortunately, his stomach had gotten better after a period of time. That was how long the trip was. His stomach could go from good to bad to good again.
Rei swore that if he ever survived his trip, he would gladly give up torturing and teasing Tyson on his big appetite and pretty much everything bad about Tyson.
Rei brightened up considerably. He had found something to do. Naming all of Tyson's bad habits would take quite some time...
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Max was sleeping. Or at least he was trying to. He had slept the last MILLION or so hours away already and was feeling wide-awake. He opened the mini-fridge once again. There was still the packet of chocolates and that can of coke left. He had learned from Tyson that eating too much too fast could do nothing good except give you indigestion and so had planned to spread everything out over the whole trip. Didn't look like he was going to be able to do that. He was already reaching for the can of coke.
Remind him where he was supposed to be going. He had forgotten already. Stupid long journey.
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Kenny was sure that if the ride went on any longer, Dizzi's batteries would be exhausted. Then he'd be one chatting partner less. Not that that'd be any big loss. At the rate she was going, he would be thankful if she just shut down. Temporarily of course. He grabbed for the chocolate bar, which was the only survivor in the fridge.
"You do know what you've got to do right after you get off this vehicle, don't you? Work out! All those extra calories added during this trip, you'll be able to compete with a full-grown elephant for "Heaviest Creature on Land"... You are listening, aren't you, Chief?" Dizzi ranted on. She'd been going on like this for hours, her mouth seemed to be on autopilot.
Kenny checked her batteries. They must be going haywire or something. "Aww, shut up, Dizzi. You're just cranky because of the long ride. And jealous that you can't do anything else whereas I can eat. The worst I can get is fat. I've not been very health-conscious anyway. So nothing you say can get to me."
"Oh. Ok." Dizzi huffed. Then a sly note slid into her voice. "Then you won't mind if that computer geek Emily leaves you for another man when you start to bloat..."
Kenny blushed and grew flustered. He got like this whenever the E word was mentioned. Still trying and failing miserably to look dignified with a face redder than a beetroot, Kenny answered" Of course not. I don't even like her."
Then shyly shooting Dizzi a sideways glance he asked hurriedly "She won't do that, will she?"
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Speaking of dignity, Kai was the only one who looked anything like the word. Long journeys like these didn't bother him a bit. In fact, he kind of liked the silence. Kind of meaning extremely. All the food in the mini- fridge was still intact; he hadn't even touched anything, no fingerprints on any of the buttons. Although he had made the terrible mistake of getting into the last limousine. He had no doubt that Tyson or Max or even ray would have enjoyed the company of his chauffeur more than he did. Much more.
His driver seemed intent on breaking the almost visible ice between them.
"Master Kai, such a pleasure to meet you." Kai would have raised an eyebrow if he could. But he didn't want the driver knowing that he was listening. In fact he wasn't. So the driver had given up. By the movement of his mouth in the rearview mirror, he was about to try again. No big deal, just shut him out. Kai was well practiced in such things. It came with living with Tyson.
Except that one sentence had suddenly leapt out at him. "Master Kai, you look like Master Hiwatari. A real chip off the old block."
Kai was suddenly wide-awake. And seething mad. No way was this driver going to call him a chip off Voltaire's block and get away with it. He and Voltaire were two completely different creatures. The only things they had in common were their hatred for each other, and their determination to bring the other to a crushing defeat.
"Never-ever-call-me-that-again! You-hear-me?! NEVER!" he hissed, leaning forward so that their noses almost touched so the chauffeur would have to be very deaf in order for him to not have heard him. Kai's voice was so soft, it was barely audible. Nevertheless, the barely suppressed rage was all there. Every single ounce of it. The chauffeur caught sight of his clenched fist. He gulped.
Kai's was unaware of his fist until it started trembling. It was all he could do to stop himself from stuffing it down the poor man's throat.
"Ye...ye... yessi...sir, Ma...ma... mas...ste...er... K...ka...kai. Ne... nev...never." He choked out, his voice shaking so much, he could hardly drive.
Kai returned to his couldn't-care-less position again, closing his eyes and folding his arms.
So he never noticed the chauffeur smirking triumphantly up in front.
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Back home, Hilary was daydreaming. "Hilary. Hilary? Earth to Hilary. Hello?" Then knocking her hand lightly on Hilary's forehead. "Anyone in there?"
With a start, Hilary was brought rudely back to the present. "Hey, Lindsey, knock it off. Lindsey!" Hilary shied away from her friend.
Lindsey shook her head and gave a mock 'tut' sound. "Tut tut, I would have rang the doorbell, but there didn't seem to be one on your head. So I knocked."
Hilary smiled in spite of herself. She had been feeling like this ever since the Bladebreakers left. Which was barely a few hours ago. But to her it had seemed ions. She didn't want to admit it but she missed them, even Tyson, especially Tyson. Complete with his idiotic ways too.
Lindsey leaned in closer to her friend, almost as if she had a secret to share. Maybe she did. "Hey, you know, there's a Beyblade tournament coming up next week. What do you say we enter in it, you know, as a team? Maybe we could invite Graham and Hansel to join as well. Or," she added hurriedly, seeing the beginnings of a frown on Hilary's face. "We could get Thomas Fincher and Ben Dravid. You know the two cutest boys in the whole school. They invited you today by sending you a note, or were you spacing? Yup, there's the note. You were busy dreaming about your boyfriend, Tyrone or whatever."
Hilary got mad. Or at least she tried to. It was a highly difficult task when she was blushing redder than the sun. "His name is Tyson. TYSON. T-y-s- o-n. Ok? And he's not my boyfriend. He's the most disgusting creature on Earth. Except for maybe cockroaches. And snakes. And piranhas. And-"
Lindsey cut her off. "Admit it, you like him. As more than a friend. And let's not talk about this now."
Hilary relented and smiled for the second time that day. Lindsey was right. Again. They had more important matters at hand. Of the hanging out with cute guys with beyblades variety.
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In the limousine in another country, it was getting dark. In the middle of the day. And Tyson was sure this wasn't your average thunderstorm. Somehow, this thunderstorm was able to look almost sinister. Almost but not quite. But Tyson wasn't scared. He was brave, fearless. He didn't scare easy.
In the distance thunder boomed loudly, producing a sound not unlike that of a tiger roaring.
Burying his head in his seat, Tyson let out a muffled scream. Even his chauffeur couldn't resist a slight chuckle.
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Ray peered out the window. In time to see a jagged flash of lightning split the sky into half. Not literally of course. Smiling a self-assured smile, Ray wound the window down. Little drops of rain pattered down onto his open face and he couldn't suppress a laugh. This was more like it.
Nature's way of reassuring him that he was still alive. Even while he was in that awfully cramp limousine.
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In the light that the lightning produced, Kai caught sight of a majestic castle in the distance, bearing a gleaming white sign with the words 'Bladers Paradise'. The school.
Kai rolled his eyes. Oh yeah, he could hardly wait.
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Haha! I've finally completed the 4th chapter! Yippee! Anyway, pls review. I'm not publishing the next one until I've got 12 reviews or at least ten... pwetty pwease! With ice cream and strawberries on top.
Oh, you don't like strawberries? Too bad. Haha. Next chapter we'll have another flavor so you've gotta stay tuned! Bye.
Until next time, Adios.
COMING UP IN THE NEXT CHAPTER---
Up Next: Disappearance
They have arrived at the school. Finally. But all they find there are the sleeping quarters and the other pupils' belongings. What has happened and where have the other students disappeared to? Find out in the next chapter of Evil in Disguise.