Chapter 2: No Happy News, But Riddles Instead
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own beyblade, but I do own OCs. Need a refresher?
Kai Adams, descendant of, um, you figure it out!
Frank Lau, descendant of Ray
Daniel Jones, descendant of Kenny
Luke Dorcest, descendant of Tyson
Fred Koiver, descendant of Max
And this fic might seem a little A/U right now, but that will change in later chapters. Also, I put a bit of music in this chapter, but I do not own the songs. Oh, yeah, the music is in italics.
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Kai's POV
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There was something strange about the dream that I had last night, I know it. But all the same... It was like, like it was... familiar somehow. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. But I did have this feeling that it had something to do with Kai, and I suddenly felt like finding out more about him. I stared at the funny symbols that the teacher was drawing on the board, pretending to be listening. We were doing math... I think...
Can't help it if I space in a daze
My eyes tune out the other way
I may switch off and go in a daydream
In this head my thoughts are deep
Sometimes I can't even speak
Would someone be and not pretend
I'm off again in my world.
"KAI ADAMS!!!" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
The teacher was staring, or rather, glaring at me, nose to nose. I managed to pull together and say, "Y-yes, sir?"
"Daydreaming again, Kai? I just don't know what has gotten into you lately! You haven't been doing your work, you've been doing below average on tests, you haven't finished the project that was due last week, and you have been daydreaming! Really, Kai, this is so unlike you!"
I gave him a death glare, and growled through my clenched teeth quietly, trying to keep my cool, "There's nothing unlike me about it! I didn't finish and that's that!"
"WHAT WAS THAT??" He growled back at me, although I knew he had heard every word. I spat back, "Nothing!" He gave me a threatening look and returned to the lesson.
That's what I hate about teachers. They always think they got you figured out in 1 period, if not 5 minutes. I've never had or even met a teacher I didn't hate, or one that ever seemed really... fair. In fact, just about everyone in the school hated this teacher, for being unfair and just plain mean.
I went back to something way more interesting: my thoughts. So what if I tended to space out? My ideas and images flew around in my mind. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I had found out about what happened to Kai, but I doubted I would be happy after it. The "Bladebreakers" were gathered around me. I hadn't noticed them before. What were they doing here anyway?
"Uh, guys, what are you doing here?" I asked, confused.
Frank replied questioningly, "Weren't you listening, Kai? The teacher told us to get into our groups and work on drama."
I quickly thought of an excuse. "I... just spaced out, I guess."
Daniel said, "Ok, we have to be serious about this, guys. We have to decide on a topic and plan our lines out and rehearse."
Fred asked happily, "What are we doing anyway, guys?"
I started to space out again, thinking about Kai, and what "Mariah" had said to me... I was starting to wonder about life back then when Frank noticed my spaced out look.
He spoke to me over the commotion. "Do you have an idea, Kai?"
I glanced around a little nervously. I caught Mariah's eyes and she gave me a "Remember, Kai!" look. I sighed inwardly. "Well, I was thinking we could do something on our ancestors, the Bladebreakers."
Daniel put in enthusiastically, "That's a great idea, Kai! And we can all do research on our own ancestor! That way, we all do an equal amount of work, and we can really fit into our roles."
Luke asked, with a hungry look in his eyes, "Spring rolls? California rolls?"
We all groaned, and I tried to explain, "Roles, like R-O-L-E-S, like how you act in a play, sort of. Staying in role means acting like the person you're supposed to for the whole play."
Luke cried out, "OH!! I GET IT NOW!!! Uh, sort of... kind of... a little..."
Fred said eagerly, "So that's what a role is! Um, can you say that again?"
I said to Fred and Luke, "Just forget it, ok! Luke, you find out stuff about Tyson, and Fred, you find out stuff about Max!"
I turned to Daniel and Frank. "Same goes for you guys, and for me."
"Right."
"Agreed."
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The Next Day
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I asked, a little doubtfully, "So. What did you guys find out?"
Luke replied, "Me and Fred didn't find a lot."
Frank said to me, "I found some stuff."
Daniel merely stated, "I did an extensive amount of research and I had few results."
I sighed. "Well, I found some stuff too. Everyone bring the stuff they found and put it on my desk. And if there's not enough room, we can use the other desks around here. Nobody seems to mind when I put stuff on their desks."
It was true. I just guessed that they were afraid of me. So everyone went to their desks to get their stuff except for Fred and Luke. With mischievous looks, they walked out of the class. Frank and Daniel returned with the stuff they had found. We didn't have tons of information between us three. I desperately hoped that Fred and Luke had found a lot of stuff, even though it seemed pretty impossible, if they had done research at all.
Frank glanced around and asked, "Where are-?"
I cut him off. "They walked out of the class, with funny looks."
'Chief', or so we called him, said nervously, "Uh, guys, maybe we should look for them."
I saw Luke's face pop through the doorway. "Hey, um guys!" he called.
Frank and Chief turned to face him. "Luke, bring your information in already!" Chief called back. "We're waiting for you!"
Luke asked, "Uh, can we work in the hall or something? Me and Fred have a surprise!"
They all gazed at me. I gave them all a stony look. "I suppose so... Chief, you can convince the teacher, he favours you."
Somehow, Daniel got it approved by the teacher to work in the hall, so we grabbed our info and stepped out. I asked Luke, "So where's the research? And where's Fred?"
My question was answered by a shout out of one of the storage rooms. Fred popped his head out and called down the hallway, "All ready to go, guys!"
I gulped slightly, imagining what the two tricksters had in store for us. I had to ask, "What's... all ready to go?"
"We got the room to ourselves," Luke replied. "But be careful..." So we stepped cautiously into the storage room. It was full with papers, newspapers, old and crinkled. It also had a lot of printed out websites, along with old pictures, and some blades that looked like they'd been around the world and back, dirty, old, and a bit shattered around the edges.
The blades reminded me of Dranzer, who I had in my pocket. I had brought him, hoping that he could tell his story to the others, or tell us some more info. Frank stared in horror and exclaimed, "What is all this stuff?"
Luke smirked and answered, "It's our research, on every member of the Bladebreakers, and it looks like we found a little more than you guys did."
Daniel stared in shock and asked, "Where did you get all this information?"
Fred innocently answered, "By researching, how else?"
I saw Fred's big launcher, which lay on the floor. Frank also noticed this and asked, "Why is your launcher lying on the floor then?"
"'Cause it wouldn't fit in my pocket."
I realised that Luke had been quiet during all this chatter. That was strange. Then I spotted Luke opening a fridge in the corner. He grabbed a can of pop and gulped it down. Daniel caught my gaze and glanced at Tyson, almost afraid to ask, but he managed to say, "Why do you have a fridge in here?"
Luke looked at him, a bit surprised, "'Cause it wouldn't fit in my locker."
I got impatient. "Can we just do the work?"
Daniel put in, "Kai is right, you know. We need to get some work done."
We worked and we worked. We worked longer and harder than any other group, but something was missing, like a hole in the info. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. So I read the notes we'd taken on the past, and compared them, as the others took more notes. Then I realised what was missing. "Uh, guys."
Frank glanced at me. "Yeah, what, Kai?"
"Um, did anyone find out when and where they died...?" I glared at the clock. We were running out of time. We got out at 3:10, and it was already 2:55.
All I seemed to get back was, "......" That was it. Everyone dived into the pile of info and worked twice as fast. It was a simple mistake... right? We had just skimmed by it... That had to be it... But why did I get the feeling that... that we wouldn't really find what we wanted to know, without finding out more than we wanted to know?
Somehow, we managed to move all the research to my house, which was bigger than everyone else's. We searched and searched. At about 10:00, I asked everyone, "Anyone find anything?"
They all shook their heads sadly. My mind started to wonder and my thoughts stumbled upon something a little bit important. "That's it!" I cried out.
They all looked at me like I didn't know what year it was. Luke questioned sleepily, "What's it, Kai?"
"Dranzer!"
"Huh?"
I pulled the blue blade out of my pocket and told the others, "Do you have your blades with the bit-beasts?" They pulled them out. Even Daniel had one. It had taken years with the Bladebreakers before Kenny could remove and put back Dizzi into the laptop at will. I went on, "Ok, so clear your heads..."
They looked a little confused, but did as I said. I was almost whispering now, "Now, look at the bit-beast, and talk in your mind to it. But you have to believe it's real or it won't work, so here goes..." I put up a mind link with Dranzer. The others took a tiny bit longer, but eventually got the hang of talking in their heads. We had a long conversation with the bit-beasts into the early and dark morning. They gave us all the info they could about the Bladebreakers, but always sort of steered away from questions related to their deaths. We had every bit of info, from their blades to hobbies, from pictures of winning battles to journals.
But nobody said anything about how, when, or where they died. But obviously they did. A few articles we found just said something like, "After their deaths..." and went on to say something about a tribute or something. Why would someone be so secret about how someone died? I had a feeling that the others were thinking along the same lines. And how had someone managed to keep it all so hidden? And kept the bit-beasts quiet?
I (I)... don't know how I'll feel
Tomorrow (tomorrow), tomorrow (tomorrow)
I... don't know what to say
Tomorrow (tomorrow), tomorrow is a different day
The answer to the mystery lay in the bit-beasts, but they wouldn't say a thing. So we decided to sleep on it. As I fell asleep, I had seemingly vivid, yet unclear dream.
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Dream Sequence
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I stared up at what seemed to be a bit-beast. It was huge, and green. It was some sort of animal, but I had trouble telling which one.
It boomed out, looking down at me, "You have done well, Kai." I had no idea what the thing was talking about. I kind of felt taller than usual, though, and older. Then from my mouth came the reply, "Thank you for your guidance..."
I was in shock. Trying not to panic, I tried to turn around and run away, but I wouldn't move. It was as if I was being controlled. I didn't have long to ponder this, as I suddenly flew into the sky, and was again being moved. I closed my eyes unwillingly and when i opened them, I was sitting beside another bit-beast, apparently. Since I seemed to have no control here, I didn't try to suppress the yell escaping from "my" lungs.
My feet took me into the middle of some field, and I felt something... weird. Before I could remember that I wasn't in control, I tried to lift my hand to my head, which seemed to be throbbing. It worked. I gasped for a second in shock, then realised that "they" were after me. I ran for my life in whatever direction I could, not really caring where I was running.
It was stupid, of course, considering I didn't even know who "they" were. But I was scared, scared that they would catch me. Why? I didn't know that either, all I knew was to keep running. But it was hard. I was, for some strange reason, barefoot, and felt the blistering, soggy sand, gnawing at my feet.
"They" caught up, and surrounded me. I had no where to go and they knew it. They started to move in, slowly but surely. One of them grabbed me and started to drag me somewhere. I struggled with all my strength, but it was no use. I was about to be dragged into a building when...
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I was startled awake. There was another one of those strange dreams. They were kind of familiar, like it had really happened, but I always seemed older in them. The dreams usually involved running, or fear for my life. But this dream had been different. I had never gotten control before. It was almost a sign...
The odd dreams, more like nightmares, had taught me something I hoped never to forget. It was important, after all. The lesson I learned was, well, desperate people are so dangerous, no matter how they were before. Despite how weak they were, how innocent, or carefree. The more desperate they are, the more dangerous they are. Because once they were desperate... they had nothing to lose.
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The end! I know this chapter is kind of short, but I hit the writer's block, and I can't help that because I left my "Hammer of Inspiration" at school. The name, of course, comes from White Angel, and if you don't get it, don't worry. It's a, er, what did they call them? Oh, yeah, it's an inside joke. At least it's a long weekend. Suggestions, please. Also, vote! Here are your CURRENT choices again:
Parody/Humour/Action/Adventure: "Like Mike(al)"- Beyblade fic. For those of you that have seen the movie "Like Mike," it's almost the same story, in a beyblade version. I am going to change certain things, of course. For those who didn't see the movie, WARNING, this will be a spoiler. A boy who can barely launch straight finds this beyblade rumoured to have once belonged to his beyblading hero. Suddenly, he's the best blader around, beating world-class blading teams, but what will happen when evil forces try to steal his blade for world domination purposes?
Drama/Suspense/Action/Adventure/Horror (a little): A Digimon fic, so far, but that might change. Takuya (dunno if I spelled that right) fights himself in his mind, completely unaware that his body is trying to destroy the digital world! (based on a Star Trek: The Next Generation book I read once, uh... sort of...)
Lancelot and Guinevere: If I do write this one, it'll probably go under a different name. I'm sure a lot of people are familiar with the stories of King Arthur, or Arthurian Legend. At least one, anyway. You know how Lancelot and Guinevere's love brought the kingdom to ruins, in the common version. But I've been thinking about writing my own version of how they managed to save the kingdom, just to watch it fall to ruins again, or to last an eternity, I can't decide yet.
Tyson's Dictionary: Might have a different title. Me and a friend are working on this one. I'm not sure when it'll be up, but if you want it up next, vote!
The horror in Tyson's life: This might be a one-shot fic, about how Tyson copes with school. This is what I thought for those of you who wonder. It'll be up soon, but vote if you want me to continue it!
I'm always open to suggestions, but I kind of refuse to write yaoi. Yaoi fics are growing, and it's hard for you not to find one on fanfic. Please vote, nobody's been voting for my next story! Do I really suck that much?
"Friend": Well, now that you mention it-
Me: Actually, don't answer that. I don't think I could take it.
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