Chapter III – Last Minute Plans
[At first, I was gonna name that character Sonya but I didn't like it. I looked up some Russian names and I found Dima and Sinya, and I don't remember what they mean... The spell checker keeps trying to correct it to Sonya xX But I glad you like the fic! Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade]
Sitting patiently in the airport, Kai ignored the seemingly endless chatter from Tyson. Personally, it was starting to get on his nerves that the Dragoon beyblader was being so cocky about the whole situation. Knowing Boris, he wasn't going to let the 'friendly' match with the Blade Breakers and the Demolition Boys go out without a catch.
Ray looked over at Kai, noticing that the other was in deep thought and troubled by something. "You alright, Kai?"
The Russian only answered with a side-glance to the neko-jin, saying nothing in reply. The cold glare that Kai had displayed when he first joined the Blade Breakers had returned and it was making the other uneasy. Sitting in silence, Ray averted his gaze from the other beyblader.
"Flight 515 to Moscow, Russia now boarding." A voice from the intercom announced.
"Well," Tyson said confidently. "That's us!"
The team made their way to Gate Eight, handing their tickets over to a middle-aged woman who stood at the entrance. She inspected the tickets, noting where the team was going.
"Have a nice flight!" She said warmly, smiling at the group of teenagers. "I've heard that Russia is beautiful at this time of year!"
Unknowingly to most, Kai almost cringed at the words. They stung him like needles. It was true that Russia was beautiful for its scenery and architecture... Though that was only a disguise to cover up the horror of the abbey.
"Hey, is any of the food good this time?" Tyson asked. "Last time it was horrible!"
"Let's just go, Tyson!" Groaned Kenny as he pushed the other ahead.
"I was just wondering!" Tyson protested as the team walked through the corridor.
Soon enough, they had made their way into the plane and the first class seating area. There were plenty of seats left and Tyson pounced on the first one he saw.
"Ah, this is the life, man!" He said as he propped his feet up on the opposite seat facing him. "I hope they don't lose our bags."
Kenny calmly sat down in a seat diagonal to the food-obsessed teenager. "I'm sure they won't, Tyson. We should use this time to build up some sort of strategy for the Demolition Boys so we are prepared." He opened his laptop. "If it's a four on four battle then I guess you guys should pick your opponents wisely."
"I can take on Tala, no problem!" Tyson grinned, folding his arms behind his head.
Max sat down beside his best friend. "You know, Tyson, you might not get that choice."
"Max is right. You may get Spencer, Ian or even Bryan as your opponent! While we're traveling over to Russia, we're going to analyze the data that we have of them and make sure we know what we are doing!"
"Ah, come on, chief! I've said it so many times! Go to Russia, beat that team, claim victory and be home in time for dinner! Speaking of dinner, where's the chow?" Tyson sat up, looking over his seat for any sign of the stewardess.
"We haven't even taken off yet! How can you be hungry already?" Max asked skeptically.
While the three continued to talk, the remaining members of the team sat in a group of seats behind Kenny. Kai sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes burning with hate. He was returning to the country where he had spent all of his childhood and it was not a happy one. There were still a few memories that were repressed but he assumed that it was going to be just as cheery as time he reentered the abbey for the first time since then.
"Kai... Do you think this really was a good idea...?" Ray asked quietly, dropping his voice so the others didn't listen in. "I know it might be a rematch... But I don't think they've changed..."
Once again, Kai stayed silent in front of the Chinese teenager. The neko-jin sighed and looked out the window beside him. He wasn't completely surprised that the Russian blader seemed to ignore his questions... In fact, it was the normal line for him. He didn't know what Kai was thinking but made a guess it was about returning to Russia.
"This is your pilot speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts during the take-off. Afterwards, you may remove them but remember, they must be redone as we land in Russia." The intercom clicked off.
The plane was moved onto its proper runway and large engines roared to life as the pilots started flipping switches and made last minute checks on the gauges. Soon, the aircraft was traveling along its paved path and was lifted into the air, flying into the darkening horizon.
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"You either take in the both of us or you're missing out, old man!" A younger Dima yelled at the leader of the abbey. "We're not just some amateurs, we've been training to even get here!"
Boris didn't look amused as he looked down upon the childish argument the boy was bringing up. "We only select children according to our guidelines... We do not simply just let any brat join the abbey upon choice!"
Sinya stood quietly, pulling up the collar of her jacket as she trailed her gaze around the abbey's courtyard. It was littered with light snow that had yet to be cleared and the outdoor walkways seemed to have a dreary and mysterious darkness to them.
"Oh come on!" The blond boy snapped. "Anything I can do with beyblading, my sister can match to the spot! You can't just tell us to go away! Or are you afraid that we might beat some of your students?"
An eerie silence washed over the courtyard as a frigid wind blew by, picking up some of the freshly fallen snowflakes and whipping them about. Sinya looked over at her brother, seeing the cocky smirk on his face had returned and giving the man the most defiant glare he could muster. She felt a pair of eyes on her and she moved her gaze to Boris, finding him watching. Narrowing her eyes, she shot the man the same glare just as harshly as her brother, not wanting to look weak.
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A loud slam of the door jolted the teenager awake and she looked over her shoulder, finding her brother there with Ian standing in the doorway. Sinya sat up slowly and flinched, shutting her eyes tightly. Since Boris had assigned 'training partners' to each of the siblings days ago, Bryan was more than glad to wreak bitter blows upon her body and claiming he was only following orders. He possessed the perfect torture device, masked in a spinning top containing a powerful bit beast. The invisible blades of wind, which tore through clothing and nicked the skin, were only one of the things that many feared inside the abbey walls.
"You don't need to stay here," Dima growled at Ian, shooting him a glare. "We'll be out in the courtyard in a few minutes..."
Ian nodded silently and walked down the hallway to join the rest of his teammates, the other's glare hard on his back until he rounded a corner. When the other was out of sight, Dima stepped into their room and shut the door, looking none too happy.
"What time is it..." Sinya rubbed her eyes, her voice sounding more pitiful from sleep.
"You missed breakfast... Not like it was anything new... Same old..." The other explained, looking off to one of the stonewalls. "I didn't bother waking you up because you needed the rest. Boris shouldn't find out as long as you keep quiet, though if he does figure out he'll probably wouldn't care."
"He can probably hear you..."
"Yeah, so what? He has a camera in every corner... I couldn't care less what he hears or sees." Dima said smugly. "Besides, the plane is arriving at the airport soon and we have the pleasure of meeting the 'great' Hiwatari once again... Tch..."
Sinya pursed her lips slightly, looking at her bare feet on the floor. Mainly Boris, the Demolition Boys and her brother were getting riled up upon the invited return of the abbey 'prodigy'.
"You know what we have to do, right? I don't need to explain it again?" Dima asked, looking at his sibling.
"Yes, I know. How are we supposed to hide... those..." Sinya looked over at the metal gantlets, boots and masks that were resting on a wooden table.
The other closed his eyes and rested the back of his head against the wooden door. "We don't go in the airport but the others do. For now, Boris said not to bother with those because it will rouse too much suspicion... Hmph! He just doesn't want to be on the edge of things... Either way, while the 'boys' are waiting for that ungrateful bastard and his team, we'll have to be quick and grab something to eat. Don't think you can do any damage on an empty stomach."
The other nodded firmly and got up, grabbing her day clothes from the edge of the bed. Anyone who slept in the training attire knew that it wasn't too glorious or comfortable.
"And another thing." Dima's voice turned even more serious. "Keep your head up. You've slipped a few times during training and that's bad news for the both of us... Don't go hitting anyone here and I won't, no matter how bad we want to. We can't mess this up now. If anything, we'll take it out on that ungrateful Hiwatari and his little friends... Now hurry it up before they start heckling at us again."
The teenaged boy left the room, leaving the other to get dressed. He walked down the hallway for a moment then stopped, thinking for a minute. Instead of taking the stairs to the main floor, he turned and ran back down the hallway towards where Boris had dismissed them. As he expected, the abbey leader was still there.
"Is there something you want..." Boris asked, not looking behind his shoulder.
"Why are you making this 'invitation' so simple?" Dima demanded, walking forward. "My sister and I agreed to beybattle when necessary but you also said we would need our equipment."
"That is true but if we move too quickly, the plan will fall apart. We've been over this, Dima."
"I have an idea that will surely make it that more interesting, Boris... Would you care to hear about it?" A smirk appeared on the teenager's lips as he folded his arms over his chest. "Trust me, it will hit Hiwatari and the rest of them much harder than your first idea..."
Not even five minutes later, the Russian boy was running down the hallway, looking extremely pleased with himself. He burst back into their dorm and looked at his sibling triumphantly.
"Leave your shoes, we won't be needing them... Boris has changed his mind..."
Sinya looked at him for a moment before nodding and grabbing a few loose rolls of bandages. She sat on the edge of the bed and started wrapping then around her foot, ankle and up to her knee. The two of them did that until their shins and most of their arms, to their elbows, were bandaged then they put on their 'armor'.
Outside in the courtyard, the Demolition Boys waited silently and were kept waiting. Tala was leaning against the wall of the abbey, his arms folded over his chest and his eyes closed calmly. He was just about ready to send Ian back inside the abbey to see if the other two were ready but a creaking of a door interrupted his thoughts. Opening his icy eyes, he side-glanced at the two teenagers making their way across the stone walkway. He noticed the gauntlets and narrowed his eyes slightly at the two.
"Boris told you two not to bring your... toys..." Tala said firmly.
"Well Boris had a change of heart..." Dima said in a smug tone. "Pleasantries aren't needed with Hiwatari... Get straight to the point."
"I'm surprised you decided to get out of bed at all." Bryan remarked, smirking cruelly at the Russian girl.
Sinya ignored the other and lightly pressed the metal mask on her face while she used her other hand to snap the clasps together. "There's been a slight change in plans. You four will meet the Blade Breakers team at the airport when they get here-"
"That was part of the plan in the first place." Bryan snapped.
"I'm not finished. Beybattling is only needed when necessary... Though we'll hit them where it hurts." Sinya finished, folding her arms.
"You four do whatever the hell you want, just don't get in our way when it's our turn to make a move." Dima stated, almost taunting the others.
"Why you!" Spencer growled and took a step forward but Tala put an arm out between them.
"Don't. It's not worth it." He said, watching the twins walk off towards the main gate of the abbey. "They're just doing that to get under our skin. We'll do our part and they better do theirs. Nothing more, nothing less."
[The upcoming chapters are when the real fun begins. Mwahaha. Anyways, tried not to rush the story and whatnot. I'm as anxious as hell to work on the next chapter so that's what I'm gonna try to do right now... or soon. Anyway, my newer acquaintance 'SK' read over this because I'm a moron when it comes to catching hidden spelling errors. So... uh, thanks to him, I'm posting this now!]