Okay, just as a warning, this chapter focuses mostly on Voltaire and the dark boy of the Blade Reapers (Who does, in fact, gain a name). But it's mostly them. A tiny bit of the Blade Breakers at the end. The next chapter will be the bey blade matches and the one after that will be like an epilogue. This chapter just explains a lot.
The boy with the dark and hair and complexion walked through the corridors of what seemed to be a lab talking into a headpiece.
"I know!" He screamed into the piece as he brought the microphone closer to his mouth to give the extra effect.
"No need to yell Kida." The voice came through replied, though a bit staticy.
"I know." Kida, the dark boy came back as he brushed a hand through his black hair.
"We have to win, I know. We will win. What're you so worried about?" He asked with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.
"Did you even watch the tapes I sent you?" The voice demanded as Kida came to a door and entered-without knocking. His silhouette stood in the door watching a larger man yell into the microphone at his observations desk.
"No need to yell Voltaire." Kida mocked while letting his smirk rise to his face.
"Kida? Get in here!" Voltaire Hiwatari yelled as he motioned for Kida to enter. "And don't forget to close the door!" He yelled as an afterthought.
Kida sighed annoyed. Turning back and making a dramatic scene out of closing the door to the observation room.
Voltaire glowered at his drama, before sighing and shaking his head. Kida grabbed a swivel chair that belonged to one of the other computerized observation units, twirling it towards Voltaire in a nonchalant fashion.
"Now, do you know the plan? The strategy you will be using on Kai?" Voltaire asked hastily as he looked at Kida.
"Yes I know the plan-but no, I don't intend to follow it." Kida replied sardonically as he let the chair swivel a bit in each direction, looking almost innocently at the elaborately decorated ceiling.
Voltaire's head snapped up sharply as he looked unbelievably at the bey blader in front of him. Was he serious? "What?" He screamed as he jumped up from his seat at the computer, staring the brown-eyed boy directly in the eyes. Causing Kida to snap his attention from the ceiling to the sharp eyes in front of him.
Kida looked on surprised at the usually cool calm man in front of him. From what he had seen of Kai they were a lot alike. Maybe that was why they hated each other.
"What. Did. You. Say?" Voltaire asked very calmly, too calmly, to Kida who was at the time pinned to the chair.
For a brief moment Kida felt his nerve and usual confidence leave him-but only for a brief moment. His usual style returned in a large wave. Kida glared back at the older man and spat, "I said, Voltaire, I'm not using your stupid plan!" His voice seemed stronger than he felt. Most people couldn't do it, no one before Voltaire even, but the man had a way of unnerving him.
"That, Kida, is the only way you can win!" Voltaire yelled, still not letting the boy up from his pinned position in the chair.
Kida tried to break the arms pinning him free. Before long though he relented. "Fine." He said coldly, eyes closed. Voltaire smirked and let up. Kida opened one eye to make sure he was gone and let a smirk out.
"Fine then. Prepare your team. I want the Blade Breakers devastated." Voltaire said with a smirk.
"You have Black Dranzer? You have been practicing with her, right?" He asked sharply as he looked back at the teenage boy behind him.
"Of course." Kida replied matter-of-factly.
"You haven't been coming to your practices." Voltaire stated as the boy left.
Kida walked down the hall. Sure, he'd use Voltaire's plan, while it was convenient for him.
Voltaire watched Kida over the monitor. He had better be good. Voltaire thought as he glared at the screen. Kida was now talking with his team.
He needed the Blade Reapers. He had picked them up one-by-one and assembled them as a team three or four years previously. He had been skeptical about the girl Kisara-girls after all were the weaker sex. But she was unfortunately the best he could get. Similar to Ming Ming who had also proved herself.
He had assembled them for three reasons: One: To get the original Dranzer back in his hands.
Two: To Bring the Blade Breakers to their knees.
Three: To humiliate his horrible excuse for a grandson known as Kai.
It was a brilliant plan-one that the blade reapers didn't know of.
Kida finished talking to his team-giving them excuses as to why he hadn't been there. None of them got it. Not even their 'leader' Hikaru.
Kida excused himself to sit at the sidelines and watch a match between Saki and Rinoka. Kisara and Hikaru were by the stadium watching.
Hikaru. Ha! He really thought he was the leader. Kida chuckled a bit at the thought. He had been manipulating the whole thing. The meeting between Hikaru and Voltaire, Voltaire giving Black Dranzer to Hikaru. It was all part of his own plan. As long as everyone thought that Hikaru was incharge blame wouldn't befall him.
He had known that Hikaru wouldn't use Black Dranzer. He had already bonded with Teradeon by that time. He was the only logical one to give it to. To give Hikaru a reason to give him Black Dranzer he had purposefully lost several matches to the rest of the team.
Voltaire knew the plan-most of it anyway. He had 'assembled' them. In truth he had offered the power to Kida when he saw him blading one day. At the time he had refused. Already coming up with an indirect way to get it from him. It was brilliant-complicated-but brilliant. If even one thing had gone wrong it would have fallen apart. Luckily he didn't let that happen.
His other bey blade, Xoreon, was alright. But the first time he had held Black Dranzer in his hands-when Voltaire first approached him, he had felt it. Black Dranzer and he were excellent together. And he could only imagine what the original Dranzer would feel like in his hands. Voltaire had promised him the original Dranzer if they won. Dranzer would be his.
Kai sat at a table across from Dranzer. The finals were coming up. Just an hour away. At the moment they were eating lunch-who knew how long the matches would last. They sat away from the others who were at a large table of their own-not that there was room for them there anyways-in fact, they already had two tables pushed together. Wyatt seemed to be getting along with them all fairly well. Especially Hiromi and Kyouju. Wyatt understood the computer stuff that Kyouju often talked about, so they got along well. And Hiromi was just a naturally nice likable person.
"You aren't eating anything." Kai pointed out. Dranzer was simply sitting across from him with her arms crossed.
"I don't need to." She answered nonchalantly as she tucked a stray piece of off-white feathery hair behind her ear.
Kai nodded in understanding as he took another bite of the salad that he was eating. The finals were coming up soon.
Again, sorry that it focuses mostly on Kida and Voltaire. It does explain a lot though. Sorry, please read and review! Thank you!