YOZ!!! o This be our....second, I think, joint ficcy, and what we guarantee to be one o' teh coolest fics EVER! o!!!!!!!!
Btw, this is Reyan today! Next time, you'll see Mikaze, but I'll be piloting this ship for now. Oooh ooh, I nearly forgot SUMMARY!!
SUMMARY: Underground Beyblading or Brakenblade was a sport only played by street teams. Catastrophe strikes as Mr. Dickenson is kidnapped by an unnamed source. In order to save Mr. Dickinson and the world of Beyblading, the Bladebreakers have to enter a field where the rules are broken and all that's left is... yourself.
And...I do not own Beyblade or the characters of Beyblades although I do own this plot, along with Mikaze. She owns Kalia and Alexis while I own Renkae and Araciel owns Anayla.
NOW ON WITH DA SHOW! XD
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Carlos sneered, looking up at his superior in disgust. The orange-haired man glared evenly down at him, nearly making Carlos want to wince. Those eyes...they were so cold with emptiness. Carlos recognized that gaze; it was one that looked down on him as if he were inferior. He knew that gaze all too well.
"Everything is going according to plan, sir," he said, bowing his head slightly in false respect. Oh he'd play Brooklyn's little game for now. Not for long though. No. He had his own game to play.
"Good. We have the hostage and the note as placed. All we can do now is wait." Brooklyn cocked an eyebrow up at Carlos, as if daring him to say something went wrong. When Carlos was silent, Brooklyn waved his hands in a dismissive manner.
Carlos bowed again before heading to the door. The moment it closed behind him, he stampeded down the brick hall in rage.
'That slimy little git!' He thought furiously, 'Once I'm in charge, he'll be my shoe-shine boy!' Random bystanders shied out of the way immediately at the first glance of Carlos, giving him a clear passage to think. When Carlos passed a large wooden door, he backtracked until he was standing in front of it.
"But first," He told himself coldly, "I have some amazons to take care of."
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"Ahhh man, guys, that was the best meal I had in AGES!" said a moderately tan boy of 17. He was Tyson Kinomiya, the world renowned champion Beyblader. He pat his bulging stomach gingerly, before turning his head to the blond haired boy beside him. "What do you think, Max?" The 17 year old blond boy, dubbed Max, laughed cheerfully before smiling at Tyson, his blue eyes twinkling gently.
"Well, that was the first gourmet meal we've had in a long while. It was really good." He cast a pleading look at the other boy walking in step with them, 16 year old Kenny Dalton. The younger brunette looked at Max's expression though his green bottle-cap glasses before laughing.
"Sorry Max," he chided between his spurts of laughter, "but you're on your own." Tyson looked between his two companions curiously.
"What're you talking about Chief? I'm right here with Max and so are you," This caused even more laughter to erupt from the brown-haired youngling and the blond.
Ray hurried his stride, falling in pace right behind the bewildered Tyson. "Don't think too much man," he said lightly, placing a friendly hand on Tyson's shoulder. "We wouldn't want you to sprain your brain or something, now would we?" Ray was the second oldest of the group at the legal age of 18, his black hair was still in the long hair-wrap and his gold eyes glowed with mirth.
"Speak for yourself," A voice behind them all but grunted. Ray turned his head to look at Kai with a small smile on his face, making Kai regard him with a raised eyebrow. Kai was the oldest at 18, and most commanding- his eyes still cold and dark red. Running a hand though his blue-gray hair, he sighed in annoyance.
"Anyway!" Tyson blurted out, unable to stand being left out of anything for long, "I think we should head back to the hotel. It has free room service you kn- "
"AAAAAAAAURGH!!!" The five boys all jerked there head to the general direction of where the shrill scream came from. The boys stopped dead in their tracks, the loud cry echoing across the town.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ray.
"There!" Tyson stated the obvious, pointing at a darkened alley across the street where the voice came from. They all ran across the road without a second thought, not even considering the fact that they nearly got run over twice.
They looked into the mouth of the alley to find darkness, but even in the dense, light-less zone, they could see small ripples of movement. Automatically, they reached for their Beyblades for safety.
"Let's go!" Ray yelled, running forward, not even waiting for Kai's grunt of approval to see if anyone was following him. The buildings were farther apart now, in a circular shape and a small light bulb provided sufficient light to barely see what was going on.
In the middle though, sat a giant metal wok, with two metal objects pinning at a deadly speed, clashing into one another and sending sparks flying through the air. But that wasn't what had the just entering beybladers surprised. It was the girl covered in scratches and bruises at the farthest wall, leaning on it for support and clutching at her stomach that surprised them. That and the man standing at the opposite side of the bowl from her.
"Carlos!" Kai growled deeply, "What the hell are you doing here? I heard you gave up beyblading." He pointed Dranzer at the Hispanic blader to show that he meant business.
Lifting his dark eyes, Carlos twisted his cruel lips into a harsh smirk.
"Why hello Bladebreakers!" he yelled loudly, lifting his open hands at them, "Come to watch my brilliant victory I see. Well, I'd hate to disappoint you."
Ray narrowed his golden eyes, fury racing through them. "What did you do to the girl!?"
Carlos laughed ruthlessly. "Me? Why I didn't lay one finger on her. It was all Kramp's doing," he assured them. "In fact, why don't I bring him out to give you a little demonstration?" He laughed again, before balling his hands into a fist as the air around him began to stir," KRAMP! COME AND SHOW THEM YOUR GLORY!"
The aura around the gray beyblade shifted, turning into a metallic gray color. A beam of shadowed, dark light shot out of the top, and the others watched in anticipation as it formed into a giant metallic gray shark.
"Aurgh creep!" The wounded woman spat out, spitting out a small amount of blood before smirking. "I may not be able to hurt you, but that doesn't stop me from using Ria-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Tyson had launched his blade into the dome, knocking out the woman's blade. "Don't worry about this, we wont let him get away with that, will we Dragoon?"
The girl looked at him in a mixture of anger and confusion. "Dragoon? But that means..."
"DRAGOON, GO! MAKE THIS A QUICK ONE!" he yelled out, watching with a satisfied smile as the dragon took shape from the white light emitted from the new blade. "BLAST HIM OUT OF THE BOWL, USE YOUR TORNADO!" He commanded his bit, who obediently began spinning around the edges of the bowl, picking up speed with every turn.
Carlos smirked at his new opponent confidently, before an expression of confused realization passed through his face. "Damn! Well Tyson, it seems you'll live to blade another day. I have more important things to do then destroy an overgrown monkey's blade," he stated cockily before returning his blade to his gloved palm, looking as pleased as the cat who got the cream. He ran out of the alley quickly, leaving the Bladebreakers to muse in a mystified manner.
"Fuck." They jerked up when they heard the woman speak again. "Who the hell are you guys?"
Tyson grinned proudly, before exclaiming in a smug voice. "I'm Tyson of the Bladebreakers. And this is my team." He watched her look at him strangely before cursing out once more.
"Mainframe bladers, should've known! Do you idiots know how much trouble you're going to get me in?" They exchanged confused looks, making her groan out loud, "Dammit, I can't even be mad at you now!" She pocketed her beyblade as it spun and shot itself at her hand before trying to stand straight, and failing miserably when she nearly fell. She sighed as she tucked a strand of her navy blue hair behind her ear.
"Hey, don't move," Max said in a concerned voice, "We'll help you out." She looked at them with a scrutinizing glare with her reddish brown eyes, as if deciding whether to trust them or not.
"Whatever," she said as she held out an arm. The girl groaned as she leaned on Max who offered his support.
"By the way, my name's Max, and that's Ray, Kai and Kenny. You already met Tyson there."
"Renkae," she said.
"So, where to?" he asked.
"Rockgull building. It's an old abandoned warehouse," she stated as she looked up.
"I know that place! We passed it a while ago, I think I still remember where it was," said Ray. The Bladebreakers and the girl then walked out of the alley and onto the streets.
"What happened over there? How do you know Carlos?" asked Kenny.
"That bastard challenged me to a warrior battle, and I couldn't refuse," said Renkae as she growled.
"A warrior battle? What's that?" asked Tyson incredulously.
The girl smirked. "I had a feeling you guys wouldn't know what it was. You mainframe bladers probably don't know anything about BrakenBlading, do you?"
"Brakenblading? Sounds like something for the wimps," sneered Kai.
"Well it's a hell of a lot more demanding then Beyblading," she said. Renkae coughed fiercely afterwards as she doubled over.
"Whoa whoa, don't talk anymore until we get to... Wherever you're supposed be, if not it'll just be harder for you to breathe," said Max. The girl narrowed her eyes in annoyance, but didn't utter a word later.
As they approached the building, another girl came running out towards Renkae. "Ren, what the fuck happened to you? You look like shit!" she exclaimed as took Renkae from Max.
"Well, you look just peachy yourself, Aya," grumbled Renkae.
"You know what I mean. Who challenged you?" she asked as they walked towards the Rockgull building.
"That dumb-ass Carlos. He had the nerves to order a warrior battle!" she yelled.
"Whoa, calm down girl. First let's get you all fixed up, and then you can get as prissy as you like later," Aya smirked.
"Yay," stated Renkae sarcastically.
Aya then looked behind her as if she just realized there were new people with Renkae. "Who the hell are these people?"
"They followed me home," said Renkae.
"Actually, we witnessed the battle going on between Renkae and Carlos, and we decided to help her out," said Kenny sincerely.
Aya raised a slim, black eyebrow. "Great, now that your done with you're little charity work you can get the hell out. I got it."
"Well, as appealing as that offer may seem, Renkae here owe us some explanations," said Kai gruffly.
Aya sighed deeply. "Like fuck. Go home, now!" She stood there, glaring at them for a moment, seemingly unaffected by Renkae's heel digging into her foot. "Oh, fine. Hurry up then, before I change my mind." The group of seven walked inside the dark warehouse. The windows were barred with wooden planks and the ground was very dusty. The only light that shone through was the sunlight that escaped the barred windows. There was a large mahogany staircase in the middle of the room at the far end that led to the second floor where some steps were broken through and fragile. Large crates were situated at random places in the large room, and it was very hard to see. "Come on out guys, we have some visitors," Aya deadpanned.
Heads poked up on top of the crates while some bodies of teenagers suddenly littered the stairs. A few kids came forward to reveal very shaggedy clothed teenagers and two came right up front to the girls. One had black hair that was tied in two pigtails with white ribbons and forest green eyes, while the other had long blond hair tied in a low ponytail. A black bandana was tied to her forehead, squashing her bangs down and she had clear blue eyes.
"Visitors huh? What's the problem now?" whined the blond.
"Cool it Kalia. They tried helping Ren here, so they're allies... for now," declared Aya, putting as much emphasis in the last part of her sentence, stressing every word as much as possible before crossing her arms stubbornly.
"Renkae! What happened to you?" asked the new black-haired girl earnestly.
"Just got challenged into a warrior battle with Carlos, no big Alexis," said Renkae, hunching her shoulders.
Kalia smirked. "Pfft, you like you got run over by a car. Casey!" Suddenly, a little girl about the age of six years old with long brown hair tied in two braided pigtails and large brown eyes came running up to Kalia. She wore an over-sized shirt and shorts that reached past her knees. Her face was flushed and her cheeks were pink, but even through the darkness her eyes showed admirance. Kalia hunched down to meet the girl's height. "Hey there kiddo, mind getting Renkae here the first aid kit?"
Casey then started bouncing. "Sure!" she said cutely, and ran off to God knows where.
"So, you're training kids here to be your lap dogs, huh?" smirked Kai.
Kalia glared at him. "Fuck off. This warehouse is for street beybladers to come together. We're all a team, and a great one at that."
"Which one are you?" asked Max.
"The Delinquent Rogues of course," said Alexis proudly.
"The most kick-ass team around!" piped up Renkae as she sat down on one of the small crates.
"We're a big community-type team that supports each other. We're more of a street team then anything else," explained Kalia.
"What's the difference between regular beyblading and street blading?" asked Ray.
The three girls looked at Renkae with wide eyes as if Ray asked something totally surprising. Renkae shook her head. "Forgive them... They're mainframe bladers, so they know not what they ask..."
Kalia sighed. "Where should I begin? Let's see... Street blading, or more commonly known as BrakenBlading, is the more limitless version of beyblading."
Aya snorted. "Oh cut the know-it-all terms, Kalia. BrakenBlading is beyblading with no rules, no boundaries. For example, you're allowed attacking the blader or take cheap shots. There are also different types of battles in the BrakenBlading world, the survivor battle and the warrior battle. Renkae here wasn't able to attack her adversary because she was challenged to a warrior battle, where the oppositioning blader is the only one who is allowed to attack the beyblade AND the beyblader. Although this is the kind of battles that are looked down upon, so not many bladers challenge people to this."
"Then what's survivor battle?" asked Tyson as he drunk in the information the girls gave him.
"Survivor battle is when both beybladers are allowed attacking each other, which is mostly what BrakenBlading is about," said Renkae.
"Sounds like bullying in beyblade to me," said Ray.
Kalia narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, BrakenBlading is a lot more hardcore, so we understand if you're afraid of this sport. It's all about honor too though. Renkae couldn't put down Carlos' offer because it would damage the team's name and out dignity."
"But doesn't that mean that the beybladers that play BrakenBlading get into trouble a lot more?" asked Max.
The girls then bowed their heads, their faces darkening. "We've all been to the hospital a lot of times. Aya almost died because her wounds wouldn't stop bleeding..." started Alexis.
"This is a load of bull. If it's hurting people then you should stop doing this!" exclaimed Tyson.
Renkae shook her head. "Once you start BrakenBlading, you have to do it all the way. Underground blading is different then beyblading. People get around to information, and once someone hears that you've stopped just because of some bruises..."
"I'm back!" piped up the Casey as she came running back with an over-sized first-aid kit. She teetered a bit and wobbled, but Kalia caught her just in time with the kit.
"You okay kid?" she asked. Casey nodded vigorously and smiled happily. Kalia smiled back and went to help Renkae.
Alexis turned to the Bladebreakers. "You see these kids around here? Most of them don't have families to go to, or are having trouble at home, but they love beyblading so much so they come here. We're all a family here, and we take care of each other all the time, through thick and thin. That's why BrakenBlading doesn't affect us much, because we know we'll be there for each other, no matter what."
Aya then sat down next to Renkae, still glaring at the boys. "The Delinquent Rogues isn't just some street team. We stand for what we believe in and help each other. We might as well be the biggest BrakenBlading or Beyblading team around there, but we're proud of it. As a team-"
"We're just kick-ass and that's it!" finished Renkae.
The Bladebreakers stared at the team for a long time. Some kids that had been hiding behind the crates came forward to se if Renkae was okay. Some were young, others were about their age. Kalia smiled at them all and then returned to disinfecting Renkae's knee. She dabbed a bit of alcohol as she did so, and Renkae yelled out, "Ow!"
"Be a Delinquent and suck it up, Ren," said Kalia gruffly.
"Yeah, who knew you were so wussy," Aya said thoughtfully.
"Shut the hell up Anayla and Kaliandra! Alcohol hurts!" Renkae whined.
Alexis then checked her watch and let out a groan. "Ah geez, I have to go and pick up my brother from daycare."
"Oh yeah, how's Riley doing there? Does he like it?" asked Kalia.
"Meh, I think he's having fun. I don't know. Riley's real quiet now about it, but I've seen him laugh with his friends, so I s'pose it's okay. Anyways, it was cool to meet you all, but I gotta bounce, bye!" said Alexis as she departed from the warehouse.
"Wait, I thought you said that you guys were homeless," said Tyson as he scratched his head with his index finger.
"Alexis is the youngest of the four of us, but she's the most... um... fortunate I guess," said Kalia perplexed.
Renkae snorted. "Fortunate my ass, she owns a freakin' mansion for God's sakes!"
"Alexis is humongo rich, and it helps us out a lot when we're in trouble, but that's just a minor fact. We couldn't care less if she was the richest girl in the world, she's still Alexis to us," said Aya calmly.
"But it does kinda help when her grand-father is Mr. Dickinson of the BBA," Kalia pointed out.
At the name of their manager, the boys' eyes got wider. "She's Mr. Dickinson's grand-daughter??" asked Max in disbelief.
Renkae nodded. "Uh-huh. That's how she has the most advanced technology in beyblade at her house."
Kalia narrowed her eyes. "Lucky bitch." The other two girls laughed at Kalia's statement.
"You shouldn't talk, Kal. She even lets you play around with it, that's a major plus, considering it's you," added Aya. Kalia snorted, looking at the box in surliness.
Renkae stood, testing her left leg gingerly to see how much weight it could support, giving the Bladebreakers a chance too really see her.
Her rich, deep blue hair was tied in a low ponytail, leaving quite a few strands of hair to cover her face partially. It was matted down by a camouflage bucket hat, which also covered her eyes slightly. She lifted her fair, somewhat tanned faced up to see, showing dark swirling depths of brown chocolate as eyes. A large gash was under her left eye, and dried blood streaked her face as well as the rest of her body. She adorned a torn, loose black shirt with a surfing logo, and light grey cargo shorts that reached her ankles. Heavy black Doc Martens weighed down both feet, making it so that none of her leg was exposed. A silver medallion emblazed with the image of a flaming sword hung around her neck, and multiple amounts of black and red and dark blue rubber bracelets graced her wrists. She had a lean figure, and a confident and somewhat cocky way of holding herself, making her seem actually taller then she was. She stumbled forward, making Aya curse and rush to her side, guiding her to the nearest seat while ignoring her load complaints.
Now unlike Renkae, Aya was very pale; her skin accentuated by her straight, silky black tresses of hair that framed her pretty petite face. Startling clear emerald eyes, that glared forward with frustration as she lead the bluenett to safety, had slight traces of a black eyeliner, making her look more menacing. She wore a black laced corset, premeditated with gray tribal markings that ended right above her navel. Her slim waist was covered by a triangle studded belt, holding up her baggy black pants that flared out. Several silver chains bonded the two legs together in a subtle non-interruptive way, and the ends of her pants were tucked into her black laced dark maroon Doc Martens. A red and black stripped arm sock warmed her right arm comfortably and a pyramid studded bracelet covered her other wrist. She threw Kalia a meaningful look before smirking.
"Hey Kal, get the strap seat ready. I think we may need to use it." Aya said nonchalantly, making Renkae's brown orbs widen to the size of dinner plates.
"Wha?! No! I'll behave, I swear! Just lemme go!" The bluenett complained, making Kalia laugh.
Kalia's lightly tanned features lit up when she smiled, shaking an accusing finger at then as if to call her a naughty little girl. Her bright sky blue eyes twinkled with mirth at the expense of her friend, and she casually brushed one of her golden blond strand of hair out of her eye. Her long blond hair was tied back in a low pony-tail, similar to Renkae's, and a plain black bandana covered her sunflower head in an attempt to hold back all rebellious strands, but sadly it didn't work too well. But perhaps it was Kalia's own fault for letting two side-bangs frame her face. A form- fitting leather jacket, which the sleeves were rolled up, lay on top of her plain white shirt. Her green camouflage pants had an unruly amount of pockets, each making a small tinkling noise whenever they were moved. Her pants were held up by a black leather belt, which had quite a few pockets attached, obviously meant for holding her beyblade parts. The legs of her pants well covered her gray trainers, and a star black choker wounded around her slim neck while a single black fingerless glove sheltered her right hand and many black and white bracelets adorned her left.
"Ren, if I were you I'd tread lightly for a while. Aya looks like she's serious." Kalia warned in a light sing-song voice.
"I am serious."
"Are not! Not even she would be that evil!" Renkae defended after being forced to sit down. She rested her arm behind her head and grinned sheepishly before looking at the Bladebreakers who were just standing there...like statues. "Well?" She asked, "I told you what you wanted to know, now if you're done here, go. Oh, and don't tell anyone about this place. If you do I-"
"I'll hunt you down and gut you." Aya finished menacingly, throwing a glare to the boys. "We really wouldn't appreciate it if anything ruined our way of living. If you're against BrakenBlading, then go do your justice crap somewhere else and leave us out of it." Kalia looked at Aya with a ponderous gaze before nodding reluctantly.
"That's not exactly the words I'd use," Kalia mumbled, "I mean, you make it sound like we're robbing banks or something...but I agree. You guys better keep your mouths shut, or else we will do something about it."
Kai looked at them evenly, gazing at the three leading females and nodding. "Let's go." He said simply, before stalking out of the warehouse without a second glance. The rest of his team followed, if more hesitantly. On the way out they passed a confused Alexis, who was holding the small hand of a small black–haired and brown eyed boy protectively, despite his load complaints and resistance. Kai studied her for a moment as they passed each other.
Her forest green eyes had subtle flashes of confusion pass through on her pale face, slightly covered by the few loose strands of shiny black hair. The rest of her bound hair was up in two almost childlike pig-tails, with white ribbon woven into the design, giving her a sweet, innocent look. Her body was small and the most petit of the four, making her look somewhat vulnerable. An orange lined tight, white tank top hung off of her shoulders and clinged to her shapely body in a satisfactory way, just right before ending above her navel. Light grey baggy pants covered her lower body, all but hiding her camouflage combat boots. Two narrow strips hung loosely from her back pockets before criss-crossing and reach her side pockets. Black fingerless gloves completed her look nicely, and the extra little panda head keychain she had attached to her pants added to her youthful demeanor.
"Hey, going already?" she asked nicely. Kai ignored her, marching ahead, raising a bad reaction from the black-haired boy that just let go of her hand.
"Poopy-head! Sissy asked you a que... a que... a kwe-sti-un!" He spat out in a defending manner before catching the demanding glare and shutting up. Ray headed toward them slowly.
"Yeah, sorry about Kai, he's just a little moody," He began apologetically. "And yes, we're leaving now. We had to go meet someone before we ran into your friend. You know, your grand-father Mr. Dickenson."
"Oh, well tell him I said hi, will you?" She chirped cheerfully before directing the little boy forward. "By the way, this little fellow is Riley."
Ray smiled and crouched down to Riley's size before extending his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Riley."
Riley frowned at him for a moment before getting an encouraging push and took Ray's hand. "Nyeh."
Ray chuckled good-heartedly before heading to the exit, where Tyson, Max, and Kenny were waiting for him. "Goodbye Delinquents..." He said lightly, before stepping out of the warehouse.
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DONE! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! –glomps it-
Hope ya'll do too, so Read and Review peeps! Even if you hate it! Tell us how crappy it was!
Mikaze: -.-;;; Speak for yourself. It was dashing, moving, and SUPERIOR!!! -looks at everyone with a ninja glance- Yes... I shall go now... -dispappears-
Reyan: Um... yes... -.- Anwyays, till later, CIAO!
Btw, this is Reyan today! Next time, you'll see Mikaze, but I'll be piloting this ship for now. Oooh ooh, I nearly forgot SUMMARY!!
SUMMARY: Underground Beyblading or Brakenblade was a sport only played by street teams. Catastrophe strikes as Mr. Dickenson is kidnapped by an unnamed source. In order to save Mr. Dickinson and the world of Beyblading, the Bladebreakers have to enter a field where the rules are broken and all that's left is... yourself.
And...I do not own Beyblade or the characters of Beyblades although I do own this plot, along with Mikaze. She owns Kalia and Alexis while I own Renkae and Araciel owns Anayla.
NOW ON WITH DA SHOW! XD
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Carlos sneered, looking up at his superior in disgust. The orange-haired man glared evenly down at him, nearly making Carlos want to wince. Those eyes...they were so cold with emptiness. Carlos recognized that gaze; it was one that looked down on him as if he were inferior. He knew that gaze all too well.
"Everything is going according to plan, sir," he said, bowing his head slightly in false respect. Oh he'd play Brooklyn's little game for now. Not for long though. No. He had his own game to play.
"Good. We have the hostage and the note as placed. All we can do now is wait." Brooklyn cocked an eyebrow up at Carlos, as if daring him to say something went wrong. When Carlos was silent, Brooklyn waved his hands in a dismissive manner.
Carlos bowed again before heading to the door. The moment it closed behind him, he stampeded down the brick hall in rage.
'That slimy little git!' He thought furiously, 'Once I'm in charge, he'll be my shoe-shine boy!' Random bystanders shied out of the way immediately at the first glance of Carlos, giving him a clear passage to think. When Carlos passed a large wooden door, he backtracked until he was standing in front of it.
"But first," He told himself coldly, "I have some amazons to take care of."
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"Ahhh man, guys, that was the best meal I had in AGES!" said a moderately tan boy of 17. He was Tyson Kinomiya, the world renowned champion Beyblader. He pat his bulging stomach gingerly, before turning his head to the blond haired boy beside him. "What do you think, Max?" The 17 year old blond boy, dubbed Max, laughed cheerfully before smiling at Tyson, his blue eyes twinkling gently.
"Well, that was the first gourmet meal we've had in a long while. It was really good." He cast a pleading look at the other boy walking in step with them, 16 year old Kenny Dalton. The younger brunette looked at Max's expression though his green bottle-cap glasses before laughing.
"Sorry Max," he chided between his spurts of laughter, "but you're on your own." Tyson looked between his two companions curiously.
"What're you talking about Chief? I'm right here with Max and so are you," This caused even more laughter to erupt from the brown-haired youngling and the blond.
Ray hurried his stride, falling in pace right behind the bewildered Tyson. "Don't think too much man," he said lightly, placing a friendly hand on Tyson's shoulder. "We wouldn't want you to sprain your brain or something, now would we?" Ray was the second oldest of the group at the legal age of 18, his black hair was still in the long hair-wrap and his gold eyes glowed with mirth.
"Speak for yourself," A voice behind them all but grunted. Ray turned his head to look at Kai with a small smile on his face, making Kai regard him with a raised eyebrow. Kai was the oldest at 18, and most commanding- his eyes still cold and dark red. Running a hand though his blue-gray hair, he sighed in annoyance.
"Anyway!" Tyson blurted out, unable to stand being left out of anything for long, "I think we should head back to the hotel. It has free room service you kn- "
"AAAAAAAAURGH!!!" The five boys all jerked there head to the general direction of where the shrill scream came from. The boys stopped dead in their tracks, the loud cry echoing across the town.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ray.
"There!" Tyson stated the obvious, pointing at a darkened alley across the street where the voice came from. They all ran across the road without a second thought, not even considering the fact that they nearly got run over twice.
They looked into the mouth of the alley to find darkness, but even in the dense, light-less zone, they could see small ripples of movement. Automatically, they reached for their Beyblades for safety.
"Let's go!" Ray yelled, running forward, not even waiting for Kai's grunt of approval to see if anyone was following him. The buildings were farther apart now, in a circular shape and a small light bulb provided sufficient light to barely see what was going on.
In the middle though, sat a giant metal wok, with two metal objects pinning at a deadly speed, clashing into one another and sending sparks flying through the air. But that wasn't what had the just entering beybladers surprised. It was the girl covered in scratches and bruises at the farthest wall, leaning on it for support and clutching at her stomach that surprised them. That and the man standing at the opposite side of the bowl from her.
"Carlos!" Kai growled deeply, "What the hell are you doing here? I heard you gave up beyblading." He pointed Dranzer at the Hispanic blader to show that he meant business.
Lifting his dark eyes, Carlos twisted his cruel lips into a harsh smirk.
"Why hello Bladebreakers!" he yelled loudly, lifting his open hands at them, "Come to watch my brilliant victory I see. Well, I'd hate to disappoint you."
Ray narrowed his golden eyes, fury racing through them. "What did you do to the girl!?"
Carlos laughed ruthlessly. "Me? Why I didn't lay one finger on her. It was all Kramp's doing," he assured them. "In fact, why don't I bring him out to give you a little demonstration?" He laughed again, before balling his hands into a fist as the air around him began to stir," KRAMP! COME AND SHOW THEM YOUR GLORY!"
The aura around the gray beyblade shifted, turning into a metallic gray color. A beam of shadowed, dark light shot out of the top, and the others watched in anticipation as it formed into a giant metallic gray shark.
"Aurgh creep!" The wounded woman spat out, spitting out a small amount of blood before smirking. "I may not be able to hurt you, but that doesn't stop me from using Ria-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Tyson had launched his blade into the dome, knocking out the woman's blade. "Don't worry about this, we wont let him get away with that, will we Dragoon?"
The girl looked at him in a mixture of anger and confusion. "Dragoon? But that means..."
"DRAGOON, GO! MAKE THIS A QUICK ONE!" he yelled out, watching with a satisfied smile as the dragon took shape from the white light emitted from the new blade. "BLAST HIM OUT OF THE BOWL, USE YOUR TORNADO!" He commanded his bit, who obediently began spinning around the edges of the bowl, picking up speed with every turn.
Carlos smirked at his new opponent confidently, before an expression of confused realization passed through his face. "Damn! Well Tyson, it seems you'll live to blade another day. I have more important things to do then destroy an overgrown monkey's blade," he stated cockily before returning his blade to his gloved palm, looking as pleased as the cat who got the cream. He ran out of the alley quickly, leaving the Bladebreakers to muse in a mystified manner.
"Fuck." They jerked up when they heard the woman speak again. "Who the hell are you guys?"
Tyson grinned proudly, before exclaiming in a smug voice. "I'm Tyson of the Bladebreakers. And this is my team." He watched her look at him strangely before cursing out once more.
"Mainframe bladers, should've known! Do you idiots know how much trouble you're going to get me in?" They exchanged confused looks, making her groan out loud, "Dammit, I can't even be mad at you now!" She pocketed her beyblade as it spun and shot itself at her hand before trying to stand straight, and failing miserably when she nearly fell. She sighed as she tucked a strand of her navy blue hair behind her ear.
"Hey, don't move," Max said in a concerned voice, "We'll help you out." She looked at them with a scrutinizing glare with her reddish brown eyes, as if deciding whether to trust them or not.
"Whatever," she said as she held out an arm. The girl groaned as she leaned on Max who offered his support.
"By the way, my name's Max, and that's Ray, Kai and Kenny. You already met Tyson there."
"Renkae," she said.
"So, where to?" he asked.
"Rockgull building. It's an old abandoned warehouse," she stated as she looked up.
"I know that place! We passed it a while ago, I think I still remember where it was," said Ray. The Bladebreakers and the girl then walked out of the alley and onto the streets.
"What happened over there? How do you know Carlos?" asked Kenny.
"That bastard challenged me to a warrior battle, and I couldn't refuse," said Renkae as she growled.
"A warrior battle? What's that?" asked Tyson incredulously.
The girl smirked. "I had a feeling you guys wouldn't know what it was. You mainframe bladers probably don't know anything about BrakenBlading, do you?"
"Brakenblading? Sounds like something for the wimps," sneered Kai.
"Well it's a hell of a lot more demanding then Beyblading," she said. Renkae coughed fiercely afterwards as she doubled over.
"Whoa whoa, don't talk anymore until we get to... Wherever you're supposed be, if not it'll just be harder for you to breathe," said Max. The girl narrowed her eyes in annoyance, but didn't utter a word later.
As they approached the building, another girl came running out towards Renkae. "Ren, what the fuck happened to you? You look like shit!" she exclaimed as took Renkae from Max.
"Well, you look just peachy yourself, Aya," grumbled Renkae.
"You know what I mean. Who challenged you?" she asked as they walked towards the Rockgull building.
"That dumb-ass Carlos. He had the nerves to order a warrior battle!" she yelled.
"Whoa, calm down girl. First let's get you all fixed up, and then you can get as prissy as you like later," Aya smirked.
"Yay," stated Renkae sarcastically.
Aya then looked behind her as if she just realized there were new people with Renkae. "Who the hell are these people?"
"They followed me home," said Renkae.
"Actually, we witnessed the battle going on between Renkae and Carlos, and we decided to help her out," said Kenny sincerely.
Aya raised a slim, black eyebrow. "Great, now that your done with you're little charity work you can get the hell out. I got it."
"Well, as appealing as that offer may seem, Renkae here owe us some explanations," said Kai gruffly.
Aya sighed deeply. "Like fuck. Go home, now!" She stood there, glaring at them for a moment, seemingly unaffected by Renkae's heel digging into her foot. "Oh, fine. Hurry up then, before I change my mind." The group of seven walked inside the dark warehouse. The windows were barred with wooden planks and the ground was very dusty. The only light that shone through was the sunlight that escaped the barred windows. There was a large mahogany staircase in the middle of the room at the far end that led to the second floor where some steps were broken through and fragile. Large crates were situated at random places in the large room, and it was very hard to see. "Come on out guys, we have some visitors," Aya deadpanned.
Heads poked up on top of the crates while some bodies of teenagers suddenly littered the stairs. A few kids came forward to reveal very shaggedy clothed teenagers and two came right up front to the girls. One had black hair that was tied in two pigtails with white ribbons and forest green eyes, while the other had long blond hair tied in a low ponytail. A black bandana was tied to her forehead, squashing her bangs down and she had clear blue eyes.
"Visitors huh? What's the problem now?" whined the blond.
"Cool it Kalia. They tried helping Ren here, so they're allies... for now," declared Aya, putting as much emphasis in the last part of her sentence, stressing every word as much as possible before crossing her arms stubbornly.
"Renkae! What happened to you?" asked the new black-haired girl earnestly.
"Just got challenged into a warrior battle with Carlos, no big Alexis," said Renkae, hunching her shoulders.
Kalia smirked. "Pfft, you like you got run over by a car. Casey!" Suddenly, a little girl about the age of six years old with long brown hair tied in two braided pigtails and large brown eyes came running up to Kalia. She wore an over-sized shirt and shorts that reached past her knees. Her face was flushed and her cheeks were pink, but even through the darkness her eyes showed admirance. Kalia hunched down to meet the girl's height. "Hey there kiddo, mind getting Renkae here the first aid kit?"
Casey then started bouncing. "Sure!" she said cutely, and ran off to God knows where.
"So, you're training kids here to be your lap dogs, huh?" smirked Kai.
Kalia glared at him. "Fuck off. This warehouse is for street beybladers to come together. We're all a team, and a great one at that."
"Which one are you?" asked Max.
"The Delinquent Rogues of course," said Alexis proudly.
"The most kick-ass team around!" piped up Renkae as she sat down on one of the small crates.
"We're a big community-type team that supports each other. We're more of a street team then anything else," explained Kalia.
"What's the difference between regular beyblading and street blading?" asked Ray.
The three girls looked at Renkae with wide eyes as if Ray asked something totally surprising. Renkae shook her head. "Forgive them... They're mainframe bladers, so they know not what they ask..."
Kalia sighed. "Where should I begin? Let's see... Street blading, or more commonly known as BrakenBlading, is the more limitless version of beyblading."
Aya snorted. "Oh cut the know-it-all terms, Kalia. BrakenBlading is beyblading with no rules, no boundaries. For example, you're allowed attacking the blader or take cheap shots. There are also different types of battles in the BrakenBlading world, the survivor battle and the warrior battle. Renkae here wasn't able to attack her adversary because she was challenged to a warrior battle, where the oppositioning blader is the only one who is allowed to attack the beyblade AND the beyblader. Although this is the kind of battles that are looked down upon, so not many bladers challenge people to this."
"Then what's survivor battle?" asked Tyson as he drunk in the information the girls gave him.
"Survivor battle is when both beybladers are allowed attacking each other, which is mostly what BrakenBlading is about," said Renkae.
"Sounds like bullying in beyblade to me," said Ray.
Kalia narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, BrakenBlading is a lot more hardcore, so we understand if you're afraid of this sport. It's all about honor too though. Renkae couldn't put down Carlos' offer because it would damage the team's name and out dignity."
"But doesn't that mean that the beybladers that play BrakenBlading get into trouble a lot more?" asked Max.
The girls then bowed their heads, their faces darkening. "We've all been to the hospital a lot of times. Aya almost died because her wounds wouldn't stop bleeding..." started Alexis.
"This is a load of bull. If it's hurting people then you should stop doing this!" exclaimed Tyson.
Renkae shook her head. "Once you start BrakenBlading, you have to do it all the way. Underground blading is different then beyblading. People get around to information, and once someone hears that you've stopped just because of some bruises..."
"I'm back!" piped up the Casey as she came running back with an over-sized first-aid kit. She teetered a bit and wobbled, but Kalia caught her just in time with the kit.
"You okay kid?" she asked. Casey nodded vigorously and smiled happily. Kalia smiled back and went to help Renkae.
Alexis turned to the Bladebreakers. "You see these kids around here? Most of them don't have families to go to, or are having trouble at home, but they love beyblading so much so they come here. We're all a family here, and we take care of each other all the time, through thick and thin. That's why BrakenBlading doesn't affect us much, because we know we'll be there for each other, no matter what."
Aya then sat down next to Renkae, still glaring at the boys. "The Delinquent Rogues isn't just some street team. We stand for what we believe in and help each other. We might as well be the biggest BrakenBlading or Beyblading team around there, but we're proud of it. As a team-"
"We're just kick-ass and that's it!" finished Renkae.
The Bladebreakers stared at the team for a long time. Some kids that had been hiding behind the crates came forward to se if Renkae was okay. Some were young, others were about their age. Kalia smiled at them all and then returned to disinfecting Renkae's knee. She dabbed a bit of alcohol as she did so, and Renkae yelled out, "Ow!"
"Be a Delinquent and suck it up, Ren," said Kalia gruffly.
"Yeah, who knew you were so wussy," Aya said thoughtfully.
"Shut the hell up Anayla and Kaliandra! Alcohol hurts!" Renkae whined.
Alexis then checked her watch and let out a groan. "Ah geez, I have to go and pick up my brother from daycare."
"Oh yeah, how's Riley doing there? Does he like it?" asked Kalia.
"Meh, I think he's having fun. I don't know. Riley's real quiet now about it, but I've seen him laugh with his friends, so I s'pose it's okay. Anyways, it was cool to meet you all, but I gotta bounce, bye!" said Alexis as she departed from the warehouse.
"Wait, I thought you said that you guys were homeless," said Tyson as he scratched his head with his index finger.
"Alexis is the youngest of the four of us, but she's the most... um... fortunate I guess," said Kalia perplexed.
Renkae snorted. "Fortunate my ass, she owns a freakin' mansion for God's sakes!"
"Alexis is humongo rich, and it helps us out a lot when we're in trouble, but that's just a minor fact. We couldn't care less if she was the richest girl in the world, she's still Alexis to us," said Aya calmly.
"But it does kinda help when her grand-father is Mr. Dickinson of the BBA," Kalia pointed out.
At the name of their manager, the boys' eyes got wider. "She's Mr. Dickinson's grand-daughter??" asked Max in disbelief.
Renkae nodded. "Uh-huh. That's how she has the most advanced technology in beyblade at her house."
Kalia narrowed her eyes. "Lucky bitch." The other two girls laughed at Kalia's statement.
"You shouldn't talk, Kal. She even lets you play around with it, that's a major plus, considering it's you," added Aya. Kalia snorted, looking at the box in surliness.
Renkae stood, testing her left leg gingerly to see how much weight it could support, giving the Bladebreakers a chance too really see her.
Her rich, deep blue hair was tied in a low ponytail, leaving quite a few strands of hair to cover her face partially. It was matted down by a camouflage bucket hat, which also covered her eyes slightly. She lifted her fair, somewhat tanned faced up to see, showing dark swirling depths of brown chocolate as eyes. A large gash was under her left eye, and dried blood streaked her face as well as the rest of her body. She adorned a torn, loose black shirt with a surfing logo, and light grey cargo shorts that reached her ankles. Heavy black Doc Martens weighed down both feet, making it so that none of her leg was exposed. A silver medallion emblazed with the image of a flaming sword hung around her neck, and multiple amounts of black and red and dark blue rubber bracelets graced her wrists. She had a lean figure, and a confident and somewhat cocky way of holding herself, making her seem actually taller then she was. She stumbled forward, making Aya curse and rush to her side, guiding her to the nearest seat while ignoring her load complaints.
Now unlike Renkae, Aya was very pale; her skin accentuated by her straight, silky black tresses of hair that framed her pretty petite face. Startling clear emerald eyes, that glared forward with frustration as she lead the bluenett to safety, had slight traces of a black eyeliner, making her look more menacing. She wore a black laced corset, premeditated with gray tribal markings that ended right above her navel. Her slim waist was covered by a triangle studded belt, holding up her baggy black pants that flared out. Several silver chains bonded the two legs together in a subtle non-interruptive way, and the ends of her pants were tucked into her black laced dark maroon Doc Martens. A red and black stripped arm sock warmed her right arm comfortably and a pyramid studded bracelet covered her other wrist. She threw Kalia a meaningful look before smirking.
"Hey Kal, get the strap seat ready. I think we may need to use it." Aya said nonchalantly, making Renkae's brown orbs widen to the size of dinner plates.
"Wha?! No! I'll behave, I swear! Just lemme go!" The bluenett complained, making Kalia laugh.
Kalia's lightly tanned features lit up when she smiled, shaking an accusing finger at then as if to call her a naughty little girl. Her bright sky blue eyes twinkled with mirth at the expense of her friend, and she casually brushed one of her golden blond strand of hair out of her eye. Her long blond hair was tied back in a low pony-tail, similar to Renkae's, and a plain black bandana covered her sunflower head in an attempt to hold back all rebellious strands, but sadly it didn't work too well. But perhaps it was Kalia's own fault for letting two side-bangs frame her face. A form- fitting leather jacket, which the sleeves were rolled up, lay on top of her plain white shirt. Her green camouflage pants had an unruly amount of pockets, each making a small tinkling noise whenever they were moved. Her pants were held up by a black leather belt, which had quite a few pockets attached, obviously meant for holding her beyblade parts. The legs of her pants well covered her gray trainers, and a star black choker wounded around her slim neck while a single black fingerless glove sheltered her right hand and many black and white bracelets adorned her left.
"Ren, if I were you I'd tread lightly for a while. Aya looks like she's serious." Kalia warned in a light sing-song voice.
"I am serious."
"Are not! Not even she would be that evil!" Renkae defended after being forced to sit down. She rested her arm behind her head and grinned sheepishly before looking at the Bladebreakers who were just standing there...like statues. "Well?" She asked, "I told you what you wanted to know, now if you're done here, go. Oh, and don't tell anyone about this place. If you do I-"
"I'll hunt you down and gut you." Aya finished menacingly, throwing a glare to the boys. "We really wouldn't appreciate it if anything ruined our way of living. If you're against BrakenBlading, then go do your justice crap somewhere else and leave us out of it." Kalia looked at Aya with a ponderous gaze before nodding reluctantly.
"That's not exactly the words I'd use," Kalia mumbled, "I mean, you make it sound like we're robbing banks or something...but I agree. You guys better keep your mouths shut, or else we will do something about it."
Kai looked at them evenly, gazing at the three leading females and nodding. "Let's go." He said simply, before stalking out of the warehouse without a second glance. The rest of his team followed, if more hesitantly. On the way out they passed a confused Alexis, who was holding the small hand of a small black–haired and brown eyed boy protectively, despite his load complaints and resistance. Kai studied her for a moment as they passed each other.
Her forest green eyes had subtle flashes of confusion pass through on her pale face, slightly covered by the few loose strands of shiny black hair. The rest of her bound hair was up in two almost childlike pig-tails, with white ribbon woven into the design, giving her a sweet, innocent look. Her body was small and the most petit of the four, making her look somewhat vulnerable. An orange lined tight, white tank top hung off of her shoulders and clinged to her shapely body in a satisfactory way, just right before ending above her navel. Light grey baggy pants covered her lower body, all but hiding her camouflage combat boots. Two narrow strips hung loosely from her back pockets before criss-crossing and reach her side pockets. Black fingerless gloves completed her look nicely, and the extra little panda head keychain she had attached to her pants added to her youthful demeanor.
"Hey, going already?" she asked nicely. Kai ignored her, marching ahead, raising a bad reaction from the black-haired boy that just let go of her hand.
"Poopy-head! Sissy asked you a que... a que... a kwe-sti-un!" He spat out in a defending manner before catching the demanding glare and shutting up. Ray headed toward them slowly.
"Yeah, sorry about Kai, he's just a little moody," He began apologetically. "And yes, we're leaving now. We had to go meet someone before we ran into your friend. You know, your grand-father Mr. Dickenson."
"Oh, well tell him I said hi, will you?" She chirped cheerfully before directing the little boy forward. "By the way, this little fellow is Riley."
Ray smiled and crouched down to Riley's size before extending his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Riley."
Riley frowned at him for a moment before getting an encouraging push and took Ray's hand. "Nyeh."
Ray chuckled good-heartedly before heading to the exit, where Tyson, Max, and Kenny were waiting for him. "Goodbye Delinquents..." He said lightly, before stepping out of the warehouse.
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DONE! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! –glomps it-
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