-Why?-

01 – You're Here

By Euphrosyne


His foot came in direct contact with the metal docking bridge. How could he just lose like that? Dragoon had been unbeatable!

"Tyson, there's no need for all this destruction. Robert's Griffolyon was thrice Dragoon's size-"

"We were so close and now this setback. The game gets harder with each victory, Chief; we're standing at the doorstop of the World Championships! I can taste the title already-!"

"Tasting seems to be the only thing Tyson's ever really good at," joked Dizzi.

Walking onto London grounds, the neko-jin placed his hands on his hips and examined their surrounding. "Tyson's right you guys, we've gotta bring up our game. The American Tournament was fun and all but-"

"Pardon me, but are you the Beybreakers?" A hand was extended in the Chinese blader's direction.

Ray raised a brow at the male but accepted the hand anyways. "Yes we are, and you must be-?"

"Rye Lee, but I go by just Rye."

"So you're a beyblader? Any good? Cause I'll challenge-"

"Tyson! Excuse our friend here. He just experienced a gruesome defeat on the ship-"

"Gruesome defeat?!-"

"I was sent by Mr. Dickenson as a guide during your stays in Europe-"

"Hmph, Mr. Dickenson never mentioned you." All eyes turned to the usually composed captain. Cold stare and arms crossed, Kai stood waiting for the boy's reply. Four kids were four too many already, now another neophyte shows up as an addition to their pathetic entourage? The Beybreakers were a vessel to the World Tournaments. Once they hit Russia-

"I apologize for the lack of advance notification. You're here, I'm here, so allow me to make it up to you all with some European delights. Pastries, they're world renown, my treat-"

"The name's Rye, correct? Tyson, world champ, by the way-"

Max and the others followed suit, watching their blue-haired friend as he draped his arm around the newcomer. "Man, Tyson, ha-ha." The blond shook his head with little censure. "Weird, Kenny. Don't you think Mr. Dickenson should've chosen a European guide for our stay here or am I just being picky?"


He wound the thin chain around his fingers until the ring sat gleaming in his palm.

These small gestures had become an automated routine over the years whenever the captain needed inspiration for his decisions. The once large ring barely fit his pinky finger now, and it was for this reason he placed the token on a chain. The band was hardly worth anything, cheaper than sterling silver but Kai treasured this gift and carried it wherever he went; only the brother of this piece of jewelry understood what it signified. He ran a thumb across the poorly etched print.

A soft click from the hotel door signaled Kai to throw the necklace around his neck, hiding the ring underneath his scarf. Regaining his regular composure, Kai sat calmly in the leather armchair tilted towards the window. He heard rustling of baggage.

"Captain Hiwatari, I am to share a room with you."

The boy was somewhat surprised at the formality but nonetheless acknowledged the other by gracing his gaze on the far bed. Rye took the signal and began unpacking his small duffle bag.

Silence soon filed the room as Rye sat quietly on the bed and Kai in his chair. Though eyes closed, the blue-haired boy was fully aware of the movements in the suite and for the first time since he joined the Beybreakers, found the peace and quiet somewhat unsettling.

"The others insisted on our presence in the lobby. They wanted an evening of exploration, I believe."

"Mm," was Kai's response. To his surprise, the captain heard more rustling of covers before the new member slipped into bed. Seemed the boy wasn't much of a conservationist either, maybe he deserved more respect than was given.

Pounding on the suite door brought the captain to his feet.

To think he was just going to credit Tyson for selflessly managing his hunger manic.

Kai swung open the door with rolled eyes of annoyance, mouth agape, ready with a reel of insults.

The boy froze, mild fear tingling his senses.

"Now now, is that how you welcome your one and only guardian, Kai? Surly I expect a warmer welcome; I am blood."

Taking a step back, Kai came in direct contact with Rye who muttered confusingly. "Who-?"

Before the boy could even finish that sentence, the old man signaled the masked man and guards to grab the two beybladers. A thick sac was thrown over their heads, vision disabled before a force blew the two unconscious. Boris raised a brow. "What do we do with this one, sir?"

Voltaire merely shrugged. "We'll play ransom. I expect Kai to stand tricky when it comes to handing over Black Dranzer."

Nodding, the guards brushed themselves off before shutting the suite door, the clicking sound indicating its closure.


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