Chapter II – Drifting Closer
[Argh, I missed a bunch of typos in the previous chapter... Sorry about that I think I fixed most of them but... there are possibly still some errors!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.]
Kai sat quietly in the BBA office in Japan, his arms crossed calmly over his chest as he thought over the day's earlier events. It had been a few days since he got an unexpected call from the ones he wouldn't dare wonder about. The Demolition Boys. Something had to be wrong with that scenario and Kai's brain knew it.
'Why would they call, asking for me...' He thought to himself and almost scoffed. 'Stupid question... Those bastards are probably going to try something...'
The two-toned blue haired teenager looked up with his dark crimson eyes to see the rest of the Blade Breakers walk into the waiting room.
"Hey there, Kai." Tyson gave a short wave then pulled his hand back from the glare that he got. "Okay, fine then! Be that way, you grump."
"Took you all long enough..." Kai muttered, looking out the window behind him.
"I tried to get here as fast as I could..." Max ran a hand through his blond hair, slightly embarrassed. "Some of the flights got delayed because of a really bad thunderstorm back in America..."
"Yeah, give us a break, Kai." Ray watched the Russian blader, noticing his uneasiness. "Even though I was told this was an emergency, I couldn't just leave my home village without saying anything."
There was a silence and Kai looked back at Tyson. "And I suppose you have a lame excuse for being late... Let me guess... You slept in..."'
"Uh..." Tyson scratched the back of his head nervously, a panicky grin on his face. "Well, you see-"
"Save it..." Kai muttered.
"So what's the emergency, Kai? Was Dranzer taken from you?" Kenny asked, holding his laptop in his arms.
"Hn..." Kai closed his eyes. "As if... We have big problems..."
Tyson blinked. "Big problems? Like what? What happened?"
Mr. Dickenson walked into the room from his office. "I'm glad you could all make it, boys. Sorry about the short notice but this is very important."
"It'd help if you told us what's wrong." Tyson said bluntly.
"Well, we had gotten a call from Russia a few days ago and it was from the Demolition Boys. They were asking for Kai." Mr. Dickenson started to explain.
"Wait a minute! Let me get this straight." Tyson interrupted. "Didn't they ask about us?"
"They did right after I questioned about it. Apparently, they want just a friendly rematch and they would be honored if you'd travel to Russia." Mr. Dickenson moved his gaze across the teenagers' faces.
"Am I the only one that finds that suspicious?" Kenny asked, getting slightly nervous.
"Yeah..." Ray thought for a moment. "But since the World Championships a few years ago, maybe they've changed... even a bit..."
"Well, Tala seemed a bit different when we shook hands... Less heartless and whatnot." Tyson thought back to the event. "I think the guy actually changed back there."
"But Tyson, he took our bit beasts..." Max said quietly.
"We got them back, didn't we? Besides, if anything suspicious happens, we can just take them out." Tyson crossed his arms confidently.
Kai simply hmphed and opened his eyes, glowering out the window. He definitely wasn't enthusiastic on going back to Russia. Especially since the abbey was most likely still there with Boris and the Demolition Boys, possibly waiting to strike when the others least expected it.
"This has to be a team agreement..." Kai interrupted the others, quieting them. "We can't just jump forward, expecting for nothing to happen. These are the boys that work for Boris, if you've forgotten..."
"Kai's right." Kenny nodded. "We'd be putting our bit beasts and possibly ourselves at risk if we were hasty."
"Ah, come on! We'll be fine. We'll accept their little invitation, beat them at a match and we'll know if they were going to pull something!" Tyson folded his arms behind his head. "It's as simple as that!"
"Are you sure about that?" Kai questioned, continuing to look out the window.
"Sure I'm sure! We're the world champions, Kai! There's no way that the Demolition Boys can beat us!" Tyson grinned and scratched the back of his head.
"First of all, do we all agree on this? That we're aware on the danger that could happen if Boris is up to his old schemes?" Kai looked across the faces of his team.
"They won't get us twice..." Ray clenched a loose fist.
The rest of the Blade Breakers nodded in agreement, making the decision final.
"Shouldn't we get a little back up just in case?" Kenny suggested.
"Nah, we don't need anyone's help-" Tyson got cut off.
"It's just for a precaution... We can't just go up to the Demolition Boys, expecting just a beybattle and a little chat." Kenny scratched the side of his face semi-nervously. "Truthfully, they give me the creeps..."
"It's not that bad, chief! I've said it once and I'll say it again-"
"Spare us..." Kai growled. "Do us all a favor and shut up for a bit. This isn't some issue with amateur bladers..."
The group fell silent, all watching Kai whose gaze seemed to get more irate and colder.
"We'll contact the Russian team and let them know that you accept their challenge. Your flight will be arranged as soon as possible but boys, I wish you all of luck." Mr. Dickenson turned back towards his office.
"Whoa, hang on! You're not coming with us?" Tyson asked. "Come on, Mister D! It'll be fun to watch!"
"I wish I could but unfortunately, I have an important meeting to attend to dealing with a few minor problems with some of the international BBA offices." Mister Dickenson sighed. "Once it is finished, I'll be sure to contact you all via e-mail. I'm sure Kenny can take care of that."
"You bet, Mister Dickenson!" Kenny nodded, his laptop underneath one arm.
Kai got up from his seat and headed to the door but he felt the weight of someone's hand on his shoulder. "Let go."
"What's wrong, Kai? I mean, you're always serious and all but-" Tyson put his arm back to his side as the team leader continued on his way, walking through the doors.
He blinked, watching the door close with a soft click before readjusting the cap on his head. "What's his problem anyway? He takes things too seriously!"
Back in Russia, Boris stood patiently as he looked down upon the practice room in the depths of the abbey. His arms were crossed over his chest as he narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the two bladers by the stone dish.
"Both of you redo that match again... and this time, don't mess it up..." He barked down form his viewing spot.
Dima ran his bare hand through his hair and closed his eyes. "What more do you want, Boris... We've done this nearly a dozen times..."
The two of them were no longer wearing their armor and were wearing simple old jeans and seemingly faded shirts.
"Do not go against my orders, Dima... Both of you have much to learn... Until you have battled each other and find all of the weaknesses, you can learn from them and have a flawless battle. Those bit beasts are not going to be put to waste if you will do what I say and work until its full potential is reached!" Boris pointed at the stone dish. "Now do it again."
The siblings looked down at their still beyblades in the dish. It wasn't that hard to miss them; they were mostly white but had a few vague steel blue stripes near the bottom. The picked up their beyblades and walked back to their side of the in-ground beydish. As the two were allowed little time to prepare themselves for the next round, Boris looked back slightly at the team behind him.
"After a few more of these tests, I'm assigning you two to one of the siblings. It will be a two on one test and I don't expect any of you to back down or give them any slack. I'll determine how to separate you all a little later..." He looked back at the training room. "They may have experienced physical combat skills but they need more discipline to perfect their techniques..."
The sound of ripcords being pulled through the launchers interrupted any hope of more conversation as all attention was turned to the beybattle below. Both pairs of jade eyes watched the beyblades' movements as accurately as they could, searching for an opening to throw off each other. The beyblades looped in circles near the edges of the stone dish, occasionally whipping down to the center and barely brushing by the other. Dima started to smirk and pointed to his sister's beyblade, being able to tell them apart.
"Attack the left flank!"
His beyblade seemed to whir more loudly to life and it made a sharp turn across the dish, colliding with the other. Sinya grinded her teeth and watched the onslaught on her beyblade as sparks started flying from the bottom of the blade. Truth be told, she was exhausted from the non-stop training with the hand-to-hand combat and the seemingly endless beybattles against her brother. All the tough work was starting to take its toll on her as she desperately tried to find a way to evade the devastating blows.
"Swing back and reverse!"
Her beyblade went on the defensive side as it tore across the stone then made a sharp turn back to counter its brother beyblade. It seemed as if she had the advantage before Dima's beyblade reared back from the attack and slammed right at the other. The beyblades ricocheted off of each other and tore right towards each other again.
"Both of you stop acting like amateur beybladers and fight with your bit beasts! If you want to prove that you have truly worked hard enough to earn them, use what has been given to you!" Boris uncrossed his arms, starting to get irritated with the games.
"My pleasure..." Dima said in a low smooth tone before closing his eyes, his smirk becoming crueler.
"If you don't mind me asking, what are they doing?" Ian asked though it was odd because he rarely spoke.
"Just watch." Boris watched as Dima's beyblade stopped attacking the other and spun in the center of the dish. "Unlike you four, these two do not have the level of concentration that you all possess."
"This is where our skills differentiate, dear sister." Dima opened his eyes before calling forth his bit beast. "Kairume, Attack!"
Sinya took half a step back unintentionally but decided to counter with her own bit beast. "Himara!"
The centerpieces of each of the beyblades started glowing brightly with a harsh blue hue before two bit beasts emerged, looking almost identical. Steel blue fur bristled as two almost bone-chilling howls ripped through the air. The two arctic fox bit beasts growled at each other, bearing their fangs and twitching their long thin ears. It was obvious that Boris had done quite a bit of work on the beasts, since they differed from actual arctic foxes that lived in the north. Tala narrowed his eyes slightly at the twin bit beasts, still not sure whether he was going to use his wolf bit beast or the one that was feared the most.
Not even a few moments after the bit beasts had been summoned, Himara glowed with the same harsh blue before dispersing into small particles and returning to the bit piece. Sinya continued to breathe heavily, her beyblade slowing to a stop and sliding to the center of the beydish as her knees finally gave out. She knew she was in trouble and she tried getting back up. Failure wasn't tolerated at the abbey and her brother was going to get punished for her weaknesses, she just could feel it. If Dima was treated harshly, she was treated worse just so she could match up to their expectations.
"I'm allowing only fifteen minutes for you two to prepare yourselves for another match." Boris was obviously a little ticked off from the weakness that the female abbey-dweller had shown. "Tala and Spencer will have their match with Dima in the next training area while Bryan and Ian will have their match against Sinya. Both will continue until I say otherwise."
Sinya looked at the spinning beyblade in the center of the dish, cursing that she was weaker than her brother. It was her first chance to go in a mission with the Demolition Boys and she was not about to screw up her chance of proving herself. To make it worse, the next round of training was going to be utter hell with the sadistic Bryan and the mostly quiet Ian. Glancing up at the viewing area above, she saw one of her opponents smirking. She narrowed her eyes hatefully at him, watching him walk off out of view. Fifteen minutes was all that she had to be ready for the relentless onslaught of attacks she was going to receive from two members of the Demolition Boys. Failure was not an option.
[It took me quite a while to get my brain into gear so I could write again... Not cool but anyway, I'll try to update this as often as I can before I forget the ideas. Probably missed some spelling as usual...]
[Argh, I missed a bunch of typos in the previous chapter... Sorry about that I think I fixed most of them but... there are possibly still some errors!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.]
Kai sat quietly in the BBA office in Japan, his arms crossed calmly over his chest as he thought over the day's earlier events. It had been a few days since he got an unexpected call from the ones he wouldn't dare wonder about. The Demolition Boys. Something had to be wrong with that scenario and Kai's brain knew it.
'Why would they call, asking for me...' He thought to himself and almost scoffed. 'Stupid question... Those bastards are probably going to try something...'
The two-toned blue haired teenager looked up with his dark crimson eyes to see the rest of the Blade Breakers walk into the waiting room.
"Hey there, Kai." Tyson gave a short wave then pulled his hand back from the glare that he got. "Okay, fine then! Be that way, you grump."
"Took you all long enough..." Kai muttered, looking out the window behind him.
"I tried to get here as fast as I could..." Max ran a hand through his blond hair, slightly embarrassed. "Some of the flights got delayed because of a really bad thunderstorm back in America..."
"Yeah, give us a break, Kai." Ray watched the Russian blader, noticing his uneasiness. "Even though I was told this was an emergency, I couldn't just leave my home village without saying anything."
There was a silence and Kai looked back at Tyson. "And I suppose you have a lame excuse for being late... Let me guess... You slept in..."'
"Uh..." Tyson scratched the back of his head nervously, a panicky grin on his face. "Well, you see-"
"Save it..." Kai muttered.
"So what's the emergency, Kai? Was Dranzer taken from you?" Kenny asked, holding his laptop in his arms.
"Hn..." Kai closed his eyes. "As if... We have big problems..."
Tyson blinked. "Big problems? Like what? What happened?"
Mr. Dickenson walked into the room from his office. "I'm glad you could all make it, boys. Sorry about the short notice but this is very important."
"It'd help if you told us what's wrong." Tyson said bluntly.
"Well, we had gotten a call from Russia a few days ago and it was from the Demolition Boys. They were asking for Kai." Mr. Dickenson started to explain.
"Wait a minute! Let me get this straight." Tyson interrupted. "Didn't they ask about us?"
"They did right after I questioned about it. Apparently, they want just a friendly rematch and they would be honored if you'd travel to Russia." Mr. Dickenson moved his gaze across the teenagers' faces.
"Am I the only one that finds that suspicious?" Kenny asked, getting slightly nervous.
"Yeah..." Ray thought for a moment. "But since the World Championships a few years ago, maybe they've changed... even a bit..."
"Well, Tala seemed a bit different when we shook hands... Less heartless and whatnot." Tyson thought back to the event. "I think the guy actually changed back there."
"But Tyson, he took our bit beasts..." Max said quietly.
"We got them back, didn't we? Besides, if anything suspicious happens, we can just take them out." Tyson crossed his arms confidently.
Kai simply hmphed and opened his eyes, glowering out the window. He definitely wasn't enthusiastic on going back to Russia. Especially since the abbey was most likely still there with Boris and the Demolition Boys, possibly waiting to strike when the others least expected it.
"This has to be a team agreement..." Kai interrupted the others, quieting them. "We can't just jump forward, expecting for nothing to happen. These are the boys that work for Boris, if you've forgotten..."
"Kai's right." Kenny nodded. "We'd be putting our bit beasts and possibly ourselves at risk if we were hasty."
"Ah, come on! We'll be fine. We'll accept their little invitation, beat them at a match and we'll know if they were going to pull something!" Tyson folded his arms behind his head. "It's as simple as that!"
"Are you sure about that?" Kai questioned, continuing to look out the window.
"Sure I'm sure! We're the world champions, Kai! There's no way that the Demolition Boys can beat us!" Tyson grinned and scratched the back of his head.
"First of all, do we all agree on this? That we're aware on the danger that could happen if Boris is up to his old schemes?" Kai looked across the faces of his team.
"They won't get us twice..." Ray clenched a loose fist.
The rest of the Blade Breakers nodded in agreement, making the decision final.
"Shouldn't we get a little back up just in case?" Kenny suggested.
"Nah, we don't need anyone's help-" Tyson got cut off.
"It's just for a precaution... We can't just go up to the Demolition Boys, expecting just a beybattle and a little chat." Kenny scratched the side of his face semi-nervously. "Truthfully, they give me the creeps..."
"It's not that bad, chief! I've said it once and I'll say it again-"
"Spare us..." Kai growled. "Do us all a favor and shut up for a bit. This isn't some issue with amateur bladers..."
The group fell silent, all watching Kai whose gaze seemed to get more irate and colder.
"We'll contact the Russian team and let them know that you accept their challenge. Your flight will be arranged as soon as possible but boys, I wish you all of luck." Mr. Dickenson turned back towards his office.
"Whoa, hang on! You're not coming with us?" Tyson asked. "Come on, Mister D! It'll be fun to watch!"
"I wish I could but unfortunately, I have an important meeting to attend to dealing with a few minor problems with some of the international BBA offices." Mister Dickenson sighed. "Once it is finished, I'll be sure to contact you all via e-mail. I'm sure Kenny can take care of that."
"You bet, Mister Dickenson!" Kenny nodded, his laptop underneath one arm.
Kai got up from his seat and headed to the door but he felt the weight of someone's hand on his shoulder. "Let go."
"What's wrong, Kai? I mean, you're always serious and all but-" Tyson put his arm back to his side as the team leader continued on his way, walking through the doors.
He blinked, watching the door close with a soft click before readjusting the cap on his head. "What's his problem anyway? He takes things too seriously!"
Back in Russia, Boris stood patiently as he looked down upon the practice room in the depths of the abbey. His arms were crossed over his chest as he narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the two bladers by the stone dish.
"Both of you redo that match again... and this time, don't mess it up..." He barked down form his viewing spot.
Dima ran his bare hand through his hair and closed his eyes. "What more do you want, Boris... We've done this nearly a dozen times..."
The two of them were no longer wearing their armor and were wearing simple old jeans and seemingly faded shirts.
"Do not go against my orders, Dima... Both of you have much to learn... Until you have battled each other and find all of the weaknesses, you can learn from them and have a flawless battle. Those bit beasts are not going to be put to waste if you will do what I say and work until its full potential is reached!" Boris pointed at the stone dish. "Now do it again."
The siblings looked down at their still beyblades in the dish. It wasn't that hard to miss them; they were mostly white but had a few vague steel blue stripes near the bottom. The picked up their beyblades and walked back to their side of the in-ground beydish. As the two were allowed little time to prepare themselves for the next round, Boris looked back slightly at the team behind him.
"After a few more of these tests, I'm assigning you two to one of the siblings. It will be a two on one test and I don't expect any of you to back down or give them any slack. I'll determine how to separate you all a little later..." He looked back at the training room. "They may have experienced physical combat skills but they need more discipline to perfect their techniques..."
The sound of ripcords being pulled through the launchers interrupted any hope of more conversation as all attention was turned to the beybattle below. Both pairs of jade eyes watched the beyblades' movements as accurately as they could, searching for an opening to throw off each other. The beyblades looped in circles near the edges of the stone dish, occasionally whipping down to the center and barely brushing by the other. Dima started to smirk and pointed to his sister's beyblade, being able to tell them apart.
"Attack the left flank!"
His beyblade seemed to whir more loudly to life and it made a sharp turn across the dish, colliding with the other. Sinya grinded her teeth and watched the onslaught on her beyblade as sparks started flying from the bottom of the blade. Truth be told, she was exhausted from the non-stop training with the hand-to-hand combat and the seemingly endless beybattles against her brother. All the tough work was starting to take its toll on her as she desperately tried to find a way to evade the devastating blows.
"Swing back and reverse!"
Her beyblade went on the defensive side as it tore across the stone then made a sharp turn back to counter its brother beyblade. It seemed as if she had the advantage before Dima's beyblade reared back from the attack and slammed right at the other. The beyblades ricocheted off of each other and tore right towards each other again.
"Both of you stop acting like amateur beybladers and fight with your bit beasts! If you want to prove that you have truly worked hard enough to earn them, use what has been given to you!" Boris uncrossed his arms, starting to get irritated with the games.
"My pleasure..." Dima said in a low smooth tone before closing his eyes, his smirk becoming crueler.
"If you don't mind me asking, what are they doing?" Ian asked though it was odd because he rarely spoke.
"Just watch." Boris watched as Dima's beyblade stopped attacking the other and spun in the center of the dish. "Unlike you four, these two do not have the level of concentration that you all possess."
"This is where our skills differentiate, dear sister." Dima opened his eyes before calling forth his bit beast. "Kairume, Attack!"
Sinya took half a step back unintentionally but decided to counter with her own bit beast. "Himara!"
The centerpieces of each of the beyblades started glowing brightly with a harsh blue hue before two bit beasts emerged, looking almost identical. Steel blue fur bristled as two almost bone-chilling howls ripped through the air. The two arctic fox bit beasts growled at each other, bearing their fangs and twitching their long thin ears. It was obvious that Boris had done quite a bit of work on the beasts, since they differed from actual arctic foxes that lived in the north. Tala narrowed his eyes slightly at the twin bit beasts, still not sure whether he was going to use his wolf bit beast or the one that was feared the most.
Not even a few moments after the bit beasts had been summoned, Himara glowed with the same harsh blue before dispersing into small particles and returning to the bit piece. Sinya continued to breathe heavily, her beyblade slowing to a stop and sliding to the center of the beydish as her knees finally gave out. She knew she was in trouble and she tried getting back up. Failure wasn't tolerated at the abbey and her brother was going to get punished for her weaknesses, she just could feel it. If Dima was treated harshly, she was treated worse just so she could match up to their expectations.
"I'm allowing only fifteen minutes for you two to prepare yourselves for another match." Boris was obviously a little ticked off from the weakness that the female abbey-dweller had shown. "Tala and Spencer will have their match with Dima in the next training area while Bryan and Ian will have their match against Sinya. Both will continue until I say otherwise."
Sinya looked at the spinning beyblade in the center of the dish, cursing that she was weaker than her brother. It was her first chance to go in a mission with the Demolition Boys and she was not about to screw up her chance of proving herself. To make it worse, the next round of training was going to be utter hell with the sadistic Bryan and the mostly quiet Ian. Glancing up at the viewing area above, she saw one of her opponents smirking. She narrowed her eyes hatefully at him, watching him walk off out of view. Fifteen minutes was all that she had to be ready for the relentless onslaught of attacks she was going to receive from two members of the Demolition Boys. Failure was not an option.
[It took me quite a while to get my brain into gear so I could write again... Not cool but anyway, I'll try to update this as often as I can before I forget the ideas. Probably missed some spelling as usual...]