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13 – You're Taken

By Euphrosyne


"Well boys, another year, another world tournament." Mr. Dickenson greeted the bodies sprawled in different directions of the hotel suite.

"Mr. D, we're the reigning champs, we're always up for new challenges!"

"Tyson, the faster you unpack, the faster we'll be able to-"

"Alright already Hil, just quit your nagging!"

Smiling at the batch of kids, the plump man chuckled at their hearty spirit; he was so proud. Shifting his gaze to the once notorious Demolition Boys however, the man's fortitude fell a little. He had offered to fund the four gifted bladers to the nationals but after the tragic fall of Biovolt just a year ago, the tournament still palpitated with affliction. Their ticket to the game was Mr. Dickenson's attempt of exposure therapy, to heal their divided souls.

There was a knock on the door, a petite redhead stepped forward, waiting respectfully before bowing at their presence. Politely handing Mr. Dickenson a golden invitation, she stood to the side. While several pairs of curious eyes remained tranced on the girl's peculiar Asian gown, others returned to the senior's ornate envelope, eagerness thickening against the cool summer air.

A hologram bursted from the golden sheets. Kenny astonishingly adjusted his glasses.

Spreading acres across nature's supreme creation, an ancient temple embodied the lush land. Closing in on a holy shrine, the teens acknowledged the hundreds of students engaged in similar traditional wear as the messenger before them, bowing respectfully at a bearded old man.

He sat in a heightened seat, a dark-haired boy of obvious notification in the thrown next to him. The elder's eyes wavered with age but he clacked his cane to sturdy himself. "Mr. Dickenson, my children and I thank you for your gracious reign over the BBA."

Modestly loosening his tie, the director bowed at the panegyric. "It is my work. It is my life."

"My friend, we live to world and work to live. Join us for a day of festive celebrations at the Lee Clan's annual opening ceremonies. Though retired, our most honorable bladers will deck the entertainment..." Two kids stepped forward, velvety cushions balanced upon their forearm. Rising to the occasion, two bladers stalked up to the platform, synchronizing turning to retrieve the beyblades. The warriors turned with pride, lifting the two mystic creatures into the air.

All bowed at the two standing females.

Kai's arm shot forward, stopping Tala from stepping any further.

'Was that...? Rye. She was-? Was she? No. No! It couldn't be! The Lee Clan…when they were young…that time…Boris brought them in, the video, the four champions, their beyblades, their goal…'

From his darkest hate sprung a lusty stealth of nature…

"It is a combination of national pride, the calling of the ancient bitbeast, and family preen, rejoicing in my grandson's engagement!"

The boy by the elder's side stood to take Rye's free hand. The girl gave a meek smile.

"They were betrothed since birth; fell in love very young. Affable to all social classes, there will be a delicious array…"

"-No, Tala. If you can see them, they can see you. Do not give them the satisfaction of judging you at such a state." The blue-haired boy calmly stepped back, guiding his friend along with him.

"Well children, what do you think-?"

"How can we refuse an offer like that!" There was rapid agreement.

Mr. Dickenson nodded at the screen. "It is settled then, Lee."

The elder smiled. "Splendid. Sincerity, lead our guest to the Clan's festive hall."

She nodded.


Hehehe, did anyone catch all of that? Lol. Please refer to the prologue if you have no clue what just happened. It might help (wink).

"From his darkest hate sprung a lusty stealth of nature…"- Shakespeare

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