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…Is this really my first update for the 2005 year…?

Aiya.

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She's Going Where!

Chapter 25- Ya Win Some, Ya Lose Some

Written by Euphrosyne


"And we are down to the final twelve contestants! Seems Gen-X has their work cut out for them this year in their chosen field of dance!"

Kneeling over to tie her shoelaces, Vivinne watched the metal plates under her feet shift into their starting positions twenty feet above the crowd.

Below her, the bouncers pushed the hollering audience members away from the thick cushioned mat. If any of them were to fall from their suspended position in the air, they would land safely on the mat…

Vivinne gulped.

…So the blueprint of the game claimed.

It was hard to admit, but Viv knew she wasn't the brightest of creatures. Those Sitric students had been using her the entire time, and Kai, the one person she longed to be with, hated her. What a glorious victory it would be to beat Gen-X at their own game. She had taken dance lessons since birth! Viv entered this tournament as Middleton's heart and soul, the blue-haired boy's cheer-queen…

No shit she was gonna leave with more!

From the corner of her eye, she picked up a trace of slate-colored hair…

Ugh. His attention was focused on some blob of red…

Pulling her long dark hair into a ponytail, Riley was mobbed by her clique of friends. A blonde handed her the tournament belt, labeling the Gen-X president as the final competitor in this all out dance battle.

DeCourte sneered. If it counted for anything, she had pulled through this tournament, every single dance round, on her own, unlike little Miss Lovett and her team of twinkle toes. Twelve contestants. This was the final round. She would compete with pride and honor, knowing she had gotten this far without any help…!

…Though it had been n-ice of Riley for having her back like that the other day. Mr. Boris would have expelled her ass…

Viv grit her teeth. Damn Lovett. She couldn't even bitch properly because of her!

The large display screen behind them cleared to pan the faces of the remaining few. The metal dance mats clicked into place, a pair of virtual glasses dispensed from the side panel.

AJ Topper began the introductions and the music was sounded.

Flaring adrenaline. Viv stomped to the rhythm of the beat, following those flashing arrows in her shades just right. The points for the individual members were displayed on the jumbo-tron behind them. She must have been scoring well. The cheers for Middleton were strengthening.

Two contestants on her left made an error, and on instant, their metal mats split into four, throwing them onto the cushion below.

The metal pieces added to the remaining players' as the contestants in the back shifted forward to fill the once occupied battle space.

'Concentrate, you loser. Kai only dates winners.' The bottled blonde exhaled to target her energy.

A sudden scream behind her sent waves of shock through her system. By instinct, she turned her head at the cry.

Vivinne's mat shattered into four pieces…

As she fell onto the mat below, she saw her metal game board reform around a figure in red…

…No…NO! She couldn't lose! It had been down to her and-

The crowd screamed with delight.

Ushered to the sidelines by two crew members, Viv's eyes followed the Gen-X president as she walked off stage. A blonde took her place to accept the trophy.

Pushing past the backstage workers, a circle of suited men surrounded the little princess. One handed her a briefcase as another draped a blazer over her shoulders.

The cheer queen opened her mouth to speak. Recent events had clouded her vision, but she refused to stay blind anymore. "Rile-"

The girl slipped into the limo.


"Come on, Kai! You can do it!"

Clutching his chest at the sudden blow, the blue-haired boy stepped back as Dranzer sparked at the contact.

From the sidelines, Xan wiped the sweat from his forehead before placing his fingers back onto the laptop keys, pointing at the peak of a graph before nodding at Erika to voice his discoveries.

Leianna blew on her nails. She had underestimated that Valkov fellow, their battle ending in a draw. Erika's Mortimer and its Rolling Bash attack rendered useless against Ray's amazing speed. To cut net value, Emmerich needed to win this battle against the Hiwatari heir.

The Sitric captain bore some mysterious hate against Kai. Hopefully this would prove to their advantage.

"What's wrong with Dranzer, Chief? Why's he swaying like that? That creep must have damaged his weight disk!"

Breaking himself from the dwindling hope and constructing anxiety, Kenny madly hammered into his laptop for the latest stats.

What he discovered proved his fears correct.

"What's wrong? That look on your-"

Wiping his glasses on the foot of his shirt, Kenny sighed. "According to my calculations, Dranzer is in full gear. It appears Kai's the one who's calling the attacks then taking them back again. I love jokes as much as the next person, but there's only so much confusion a bitbeasts can take."

Ray squeezed his eyes at the information. Michael placed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry. Kai has always been a strong blader. He'll pull through."

The redhead however, didn't sound too convinced, raising to his feet to scream some sense into that thick skull of his. "Kai! I love ya like a brother and all, but if you lose, Riley will hate you forev-"

A handbag slammed into his head. Reopening his eyes, Tala saw Mariah narrowing her own in a crazed female stance.

…He, ha…Whoops?

The cheering went through one ear and out the other. He knew he had the power to beat Emmerich, his attacks were even ready! Where did this distraction come from? If he won this battle, his team would advance to the finals. Then what? Kai possibly couldn't look more like an ass in the eyes of Rye.

A sparkle of red caught his attention. Entering the stadium with half a dozen bodyguards, a familiar figure walked in arm in arm with a tired looking blue-haired woman…

"…Mum…?"

Whispering something into the raven-haired girl's ears, Kai saw Riley's face light up with laughter. The girl scanned the ground below, slowly raising a finger towards his direction.

The two made eye contact, and for the fist time in how many months, Rye's expression gave some hope of possible affection.

Kai smiled.

He had a battle to win.

"Its seems our third ranked team from Sitric Academy is lapping circles around our first time competitors from Middleton-"

"It's over, Kai. I expected the great heir of the Hiwatari estate to hold more ground than this. To think Voltaire never allowed the two of us to battle when we were young because he thought I wasn't good enough for you."

…Wh-at?

"I don't understand. What are you-"

Tsking, Emmerich slowly began shaking his head before waving his hand, ordering Nessa to attack the helpless Dranzer. "Does the name Lucas Maxwell MacCailen ring any bells?"

Kai raised a brow. 'Um, honestly? No.'

Seeing the confusion on his opponents face, the Scottish boy decided to break this conversation. This was not some grade four playground entourage. Emotions were so…so, what was that term they used?

Oh yes, "nas-ty".

"Nessa, the sea creature typed bitbeast is radiating some strange blue aura!"

"Come on, Kai! Don't let us down! We're all cheering for you!"

"If you win, dinner's on Tala!"

"What?"

"I love you honey!"

Gracing the stands one last time, the blue-haired boy narrowed his eyes at Emmerich's direction. "Dranzer, attack with Fire Arrow, now!"

The dish's canyon-like design shattered into pieces as the two attacks collided. Slowly, the dust began clearing.

One beyblade hit the rim, but bounced back into the dish. The other missed the edge, slipping onto the platform…

The crowd went wild!

"And there you have it, lady and gents. Middleton has advanced into the semis, etching a mark in history as well. For the first time in the World Tournament Beyblading Record Books, the four teams competing in the semis pertain to only two schools! A round of applause to Middleton's Team A, led by no other than Kai Hiwatari who will be battling against Gen-X's Team A, led by Taylor Leigh in the next round, and Middleton's Majestics who will battle Gen-X's Azn4 lead by Maeve Kim!"

Turning to his friends on the sidelines to see their expressions, Kai was bombarded with macho hugs and endless words of congratulations.

Rye closed her eyes with a sigh of relief as Claire jumped with excitement and motherly pride.

Looking past the crowd mobbing the blue-haired boy, Rye saw Emmerich examine his blade before throwing it against the pavement with full force. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he proceeded out the stadium.

Instructing the guards to escort Mrs. Hiwatari towards the dish, Rye rubbed the older woman's arm before pushing past the crowd, briefcase in hand, towards the Sitric captain.

"That was a nice friendly match."

Kai turned at the sound of the Chinese boy's voice. Ray handed him the shattered pieces of Nessa. "Out of respect, you should return it."

Accepting what remained of the beyblade, the blue-haired boy nodded. That was a weird, but overall good game. Maybe Emmerich could resolve of a few of these unanswered questions in his head.

Breaking from his team, Kai chased after the boy towards the exit.


"Male, black hair, gold eyes. Wears black suits and sweater sets. Never leaves the house without looking profession. Has a custom made watch with platinum trims. Mainly seen with a grim expression, mistaking him for an older age. He's got perfect teeth-"

Turning at the description, hands still in his pockets, Emmerich was really in no mood to talk. "How may I help you Miss Lovett? You're not one to gloat. Then again, I can't even decide which scenario is worse. Plummeted by you in the semi finals last year, or crushed by your boyfriend and not making the semis this year." He turned to leave.

"Your frequent tempers won't get you anywhere Ric-"

"Don't call me that." The boy turned to glare at the Gen-X president, a pained expression on his face Swallowing his anger, he closed his eyes. "Look. I know you're not here for chitchat, so let's get to the point already."

Wanting to apologize for setting the boy off, Rye found it best to relieve the boy of his misery by following his request. Opening her briefcase, she retrieved a gold rimed document. She raised it towards Emmerich.

"I know you hate Kai for reasons that could possible be founded on misunderstandings, but both of you are on the same boat." Rye took a step closer. "Mr. Emmerich Maxwell MacCailen, I am here, asking you to testify against Voltaire Hiwatari for the deaths of your father, Lucas Maxwell MacCailen, and Mr. Calvin Hiwatari-"

The sound of metal hitting the floor adverted their attention.

Kai stood wide eyed with his mouth agape.


Dun dun dun! Man, long time no update. You all probably forgot the events in this fic, lol. Ep! The next chapter is hilariously exciting. (Cackle cackle cackle) Evil, nonetheless, but exciting.

…Bwahaha! (Wipes tear) Nessa, type Sea Creature!

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