Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. Team Sitric (pronounced SHEE-trik) and Emmerich Maxwell MacCailen belongs to Aglaia, Xan Nejor to Akkiko, Leianna Abyss to DraconiaPhoenix, and Erika Lah to AznFactor. All other unrecognizable characters however, belong to me!

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Italics just for the fun of it!


She's Going Where?!

Chapter 19- Opening Ceremonies

Written by Euphrosyne


A jock, a goth, and a creepy Chinese girl who just wouldn't quit staring at him.

Emmerich rubbed his throbbing temples. Surly the great Voltaire could do better than this…!

Picking up a stack of documents off the coffee table which were addressed to him, the captain of this so-called team, a title Emmerich was currently dreading, flipped through the many detailed pages in an attempt for mild comfort.

Profiles; the dark-haired boy raised a semi-interested brow. If what these documents claimed were true, maybe there was hope for this team yet…

Three bodies were sprawled in different areas of the hotel suite. Emmerich stood to concede his team.

"Xan Nejor, analysis expert, is this true?"

The blond shrugged.

Emmerich nodded. So there was a brain somewhere behind all those muscles. He turned his attention to the corset-wearing female.

"Says here you excel in doubles?"

Shutting her compact, Leianna Abyss pulled her glossy lips into a mocking smirk. "That's right." Her voice dripped with a heavy English accent.

Nodding, the captain focused himself on the final member of his team. "And you Erika?"

Smiling ever so innocently, the Chinese girl's eyes twinkling as she spoke. "Singles."

Hmmm. This was going to pose a problem.

"I do hope you're not planning to pair the women up in doubles and save the singles for you two gentlemen." The English girl spoke with obvious disapproval. "It's a girl's world. You men just live in it."

Slightly taken back, Emmerich narrowed his eyes before shaking his head in laughter. "Women," he then turned his head to acknowledge the boy sitting on the window ledge typing into his laptop, "and Xan. Clearly you are all here for a reason, and to be quite frank, I don't particularly care what those reasons are." He paused. "However, we four share one motive, and it is this one motive that will keep us here together. The desire for success, the thrill of the game, but most of all, the need to prove to all those other teams out there and the audience watching, that we are the best of the best."

Xan took in a deep breath. He liked what he was hearing. The boy was gifted with voice.

"The opening ceremonies are in an hour and I have but a small request. Little as you know, our team is registered under my school, one of the World's top three. Image is everything. In simple terms, special arrangements have been made and your uniforms are waiting for you in your suites. Wear them."

Quiet whining of protests escaped the English's girl's lips. "How bad should I expect them to be?" Leianna uncrossed her laced-up knee boot legs while tugging on her left earlobe relentlessly.

Emmerich shook his head and smirked. The girl was about to face the battle of her life yet she fear a simple wardrobe malfunction?!

He tossed her his overcoat to examine.

Leianna scrunched her nose with disgust.

Forest green.

Turning towards the door, Emmerich was stopped short with a question.

Xan shut his laptop and waited for the captain's answer. "What's our team name?"

The boy smiled but kept his back to his team. "We take after the name of our school of course. Team Sitric."

"Sitric…?"

The mannered male opened his mouth to be interrupted.

"-Sitric...That's Gaelic for true victory…"

Surprised at the Chinese girl's response, Emmerich turned and nodded. He held back an impressed smile. "Since today is your first day here at the World's, I will allow you time to customize yourselves to your surroundings. It is important however, that you all read that package over there. It is a summary of our first mission."

Emmerich heard rustling of paper.

"Gen-X?"

Stepping into the hall, the captain spoke once more. "That's right, they're our toughest opponent yet…"

With that, the door clicked shut.

…Kai will have no idea what hit him…


"The older you get, the harder it is to lose weight because by that time, your body and your fat have become really good friends-..."

Tyson chose to ignore Mariah's nagging. "What are you talking about? I have a body of a god-!"

"Yeah, Buddha!" Michael and Tala burst into laughter.

Making their way towards the stadium, the Middleton gang fought to stay together. Thousands of other students stuttered to find the entrance to their designated seats.

"Where the heck is balcony M?!"

"They alphabetized the schools?"

Robert chuckled while shaking his head. "No silly, everything is ranked. Schools who have achieved astounding results from the previous tournaments sit on lower levels of the stadium closer to the judging committee."

"…But…we're…we sit on level M!"

"They're punishing us by forcing us to walk flights of stairs?!"

The Majestics shrugged.

"Well, hey! With me, Em, and Max as new additions to the debating team, the committee will have to pry us out of the A levels next year!" Tyson shouted jokingly, mindlessly pacing backwards.

"Ouch! Hey!"

"Tyson, be careful! You're going to hurt someone!"

Helping the girl up, Mariah gasped. "Tashiana?"

Shaking herself from the sudden impact, the girl of African descent looked up, a puzzled look on her face. "No sorry, you must have mistaken me for my sister. I'm Charlize Evans."

Dressed in a pleated plaid grey and burgundy wool skirt, from her uniform, it was clear the girl was not a student of Gen-X.

"Yeah, hi, I'm Mariah."

To say the least, the pink-haired girl was shocked. There were two of them!

"Nice to meet you all, but sorry I'm on a run! You guys should find your seats." Charlize picked up the ticket which had slipped from Tyson's hand. "Balcony M, I see. That's to your left and up the stairs." She smiled, quickly waved, then disappeared into the crowd.

"Well, that was unexpected!"

"Tash has a twin?"

"And one that doesn't attend Gen-X?"

Oliver shrugged while shaking his head. "Hey, everyone has the right to their own decisions."

Inside, the stadium was softly lit. Everything was as expected; the extremely large and fancy auditorium was decorated with portraits of deceased judges and past students worthy of recognition.

Four long tables with velvety ruby covering lined the stage. Golden platted nametags sat in front of the individual chairs.

"Good morning contestant of this year's World Championships. I'm AJ Topper and this is Brad Best and we'll be your MCs for today!"

A hush ran over the students as everyone scrambled to grab their seats. Overlooking the balcony Kai noticed the entire front portion of the lowest level to be completely unoccupied.

"First of all, let's welcome the top ten schools of last year's tournament!" There was silence as the listed schools followed through the side entrances, waving to the cheers of audience members who had previous experience at the games. A single representative from each school walked up the steps to fill the first ruby-clothed table.

The World State Student Council.

"I'm sooo excited Kai-kun, aren't you?" Vivinne wrapped her arms around Kai's neck from her seat one row back.

The blue-haired boy sighed.

"Let's welcome Sitric Academy, ranked number three from last year's tournament!" Brad Best continued his summary of the school as the students of Sitric walked down the red carpet. "-And for all those beybladers out there, this would be the team to beat since Sitric is ranked second of class when it comes to this sport. They are led by no other than our World's secretary treasurer, Emmerich Maxwell MacCailen!"

There was frantic screeching of the boy's name. Emmerich gave a polite wave as he proceeded towards the committee stage.

Kai furrowed his brows at the name and the face displaced on the jumbo-tron.

'MacCailen…MacCailen…why was the name so familiar?'

"Categorized second, we have M-Class, overachievers in the arts. They are represented by no other than Charlize Evans!"

There was a loud hollering from the guys, but slowly quieted down as the stadium lights dimmed.

The centre doors were pulled open to reveal two rows of students dressed in tailored black and white uniforms. Walking down the aisle in perfect fashion, the females stood in a single file to the right while the males on the left. Each row had a set height, a set look, a set package of determination for absolute excellence.

A lone figure broke from the line and sauntered onto the stage as the two files of students divided to fill up the stadiums entire first row.

Students on entire first level stood to pay respect to the top ranked school. The Majestics rose to honour their friends.

Kai and the others had no idea what was happening. Loud whisperings from the further rows, all newcomers to the competitions as well, were mesmerized with the reputation of this mysterious school.

"And finally, let's give a warm welcome to Gen-X, the toped contender of the Worlds for generations! President of the student council, we have Miss Riley Lovett!"

Vivinne's jaw dropped.

"Would you now all stand to welcome the platform party." Students who were not already on their feet, rose for the entrance of the judges.

As the adults filed in, a tubby moustached man in his late sixties raised an arm signalling the students to be seated. The four rows of committee members followed the example.

The introductions began.

"Please welcome Mr. Boris from the faculty of performing arts."

Once gain, there was murmuring from the students in the back.

"I hear that Boris dude is crazily strict!"

"Really? I hear he's just plain crazy!"

"Aw man, I'm in the vocal competitions too!"

"Crap! I'm a dancer!"

"-Mr. Granger, administrator in the athletic field!"

"Dude Tyson, isn't that your father?"

The said boy blushed and pummelled into his seat.

"-And finally, Mr. Dickenson, director of the BBA!"

The man who had signalled the students to sit, smiled warmly.

AJ Topper continued. "As by now, all students should have read the guides previously distributed by your schools. You know the World's expect sportsmanship in all subject areas and hold strict consequences to defiant participants. As always, it should be general knowledge that each student is registered up to, and I repeat, no more than three competitions…"

Vivinne tuned out the rambling. How the fuck did Lovett get so high tech?! She was suppose to leave Middleton and be screwed! Not become president of the most prestigious school and have crazy status at the Worlds!

Ugh! Viv had massive work cut out for her.

"As always, it is a tradition for the top school to challenge all other contestants in a subject area of their choice." Brad passed his mic to the raven-haired beauty. "What will it be this year Miss Lovett?"

Riley smiled audaciously, an expression many of the Middleton students were not use to.

"Dance."

"So there you have it! Gen-X has challenged you all to a dance out-!"

Charlize high-fived her friend with glee. "Girl, you know you're travelling on my territory now!"

Riley smiled. "Girl, bring it." The two girls laughed.

"Alright, so green and silver represent Sitric, grey and burgundy M-Class, and black and white Gen-X. Keep an eye out for these three schools," spoke Kenny.

A row back, Viv popped a vessel. "Dance eh? Riley I'm going to beat you to your own game…"


(Authoress wipes sweat) My gosh! There were a lot of new characters, hopefully no one got confused! Does anyone need a list of characters? I'll probably type one up and load it somewhere on my LiveJournal or Fanfic profile or something, haha!

Oh yes, talk about total foreshadowing in this chapter! Can you predict all the soon to be events? (Dun dun dun, LOL)

Yea! Please read and review!