Chapter 4 Team leaders
He had lost. He really had thought that when he lost that would be it. He would allowed to slink out of the stadium and be forgotten. Maybe next year out of disgust his grandfather would force him to re-enter and prove himself, maybe not, it was entirely possible that his grandfather had a back up in his unrealistic plan for world domination and Kai would be disguarded like a used condom.
But Mr Dickenson had destroyed that. He had decided that Kai was still the best man for the job when it came to running the BBA's new Japanese team. It had been a whole year since he had been asked and he was still slightly unsure as to why Mr Dickenson had asked him, god knows he wasn't a team player...and with his loss he thought that he had finally rid the old man of the idea. In fact he had become resigned to the idea of being forced to go home in shame and was even slightly relieved, though it would have been nice to get away from the mansion a while...
He didn't have time to think long when the offer was once again shoved under his nose. He had said yes because...well fuck his grandfather. He had stormed 'home' that night to tell his grandfather that he was leaving and that was all there was to it and if he didn't like it he could fuck himself. He actually felt disappointed when before he could even go into his speech his grandfather had gushed about what a great idea it was. It was infuriating, he was now expected to ravel the world with these children and look out for powerful bit beasts that they could later steal.
He was to leave for Hong Kong ASAP and then on to China. He knew these kids were too young to respect his privacy, he'd seen them run around the locker rooms like idiots, Christ they still celebrated birthdays how old were they five? And one had beaten him. Life was not fair.
He packed his bag and looked around his nearly empty room, slightly depressing that he could fit nearly everything he owned into one bag but what else did he need really?
At least he was getting away from those annoying Blade Sharks.
A boarding school for beyblade and religion. Is what Boris had called it once, when some parents had cared enough to ask where they were sending their children. A boarding school for beyblade and religion. It was an Abbey he supposed and some of the outer guards would wear monkish robes. That was really where the religion ended.
Most parents didn't ask though, Russia was not the richest country in the world, parents were usually just happy to get the children off their hands and save their money for more important things like food and petrol.
And just like any boys school the Abbey had it's own student hierarchy. Tala was at the top of this hierarchy, he was 'head boy' or really team leader of the Demolition Boys. That meant respect from all of those below him, only those close to his rank could even call him by name. Even the guards had become slightly weary of the boy, a strange but welcome turn around from years before when Tala had just been another face among hundreds. He had earned his position through blood and sweat, tears would have got him nowhere.
Just underneath Tala was his team. Bryan was his second, Spencer and Ian not far below him. They were who the younger members of the Abbey were taught to obey, Boris being too far over their heads to really bother with any of them unless to amuse himself or run a few experiments.
Like in a boys school there was delegation, the Demolition Boys were far to busy to bother with any of the younger students and so they gave responsibility to those below them and so on, they could intercede however, if they wanted to, if they were bored, or if the fancy took them. The guards and trainers were in charge of punishments but anything else was fair play and sometimes they itched to repay some of the initiations they had been forced to endure when they were younger. It was the circle of life or the cycle of abuse or some such idiocy.
Tala himself never cared much for the younger students he did not have time to be team captain to whole school, especially when so few of them had earned the honour. But he never forgot what it felt like to be one of them and so was always mindful to keep himself on top no matter the cost.