Raining Starlight: Hey, here's the second part of the prologue of "Hyper Bladebreakers". I'm really really sorry that I couldn't update. Let me explain why. You see, I haven't had the Internet since the 22nd of September. But when I got it back, I had writer's block and the notebook I was writing my fics in was with a friend. That's why I couldn't update, so GOMEN NASAI! That's Japanese for "I'm sorry" in case you didn't know and I'm NOT Japanese. I just happened to know a little of it. Anyway, thanks to my reviewers: BeyMistress05, crimson crescent, hypRkat, and annoying talking animal for their reviews. And to top it all off, here's a looooong chapter. My friend, Annie, kept on persuading me to hurry up and finish it so she could read what happens next.
BeyMistress05: Ahh. You have a very good eye, my friend. You'll find out soon enough in the 3rd and last part of the prologue. Hmm. That's not a bad idea, of course, there's no such thing as a bad idea. Anyway, I'll e-mail him and make a request on that topic. Thanks for reminding me. And thanks for the review!
crimson crescent: In a strange way, huh? That's such a compliment! Thanks! Wow, you're from a lot of places, but you don't know where you're from? That's weird, and I love it! Thanks a lot for reviewing.
hypRkat: Don't worry, the hyperactivity is yet to come, but not in this chapter. Sorry. Thanks for the review, by the way.
annoying talking animal: Hi! Yeah, I think I did. It does? Well, thanks so much! Here's the next chapter. Hope you like it! And thank you for the review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, specifically Beyblade, its characters, Pepsi, and anything else mentioned in this fanfiction because somebody else already owns them. sighs
Last time on "Hyper Bladebreakers". . . . .
Kai's eyes immediately shot open. He let out a low growl as his eyebrows furrowed.
"What did you call me!" he hollered. Steam was blowing out from his ears, literally.
Now on "Hyper Bladebreakers". . . . .
Chapter One: Prologue (Part Two)
Sam was now outside Ray's room. She knocked on the door three times again.
"Ray?" she called. "Ray, breakfast's ready. Come on and eat."
"Oh, okay! Thanks. I'll be out in five minutes time," Ray answered.
"All right. But hurry up before everything spoils. Or rather Tyson eats it all up." Sam added as an afterthought.
"What! No way is he gonna eat all of my breakfast!" And within seconds Ray had opened the door and had had a very strange appearance. Sam sweatdropped.
"Uhh, Ray," she began, "you're wearing your shirt inside out, your headband's the wrong color; it's blue; your hair's not in the wrapped ponytail so, basically, it's loose and you look like a girl, your wearing your underwear on the outside of your pants and your wearing several charm bracelets instead of your gloves. Did I mention that you're wearing red lipstick and eyeliner? I guess not. Oh, and there's a sock on your head too. Here, let me get that." She reached out and removed the sock. She took a closer look and rose her eyebrows at the sight of it. "Wow. . . Barbie. I never would have guessed. This time, change properly. And don't worry. I'll make sure Tyson doesn't eat your breakfast."
Ray smiled. "Thanks, Sam. I owe you one."
"Forget about it. By the way. . . . . where on Earth, did you get yourself girl clothes and accessories?" Ray went dot-eyed and sweatdropped.
"Honestly, I have no clue. But my guess is that the authoress wanted something like this to happen," he said. Sam nodded and then went to Kenny's door. She knocked again and heard the shuffling of feet. The door opened and Kenny's head popped up.
"Yes? What may I do to assist you in, Sam?" he inquired. Sam sweatdropped. Again.
"Seriously, Chief. You shouldn't be so formal," she said. "Just chill out once in a while or else you'll be stressed out. Anyways, breakfast's ready." Kenny smiled.
"Thanks, Sam. I'll be out in a few." And with that, he closed the door. He opened the door again just as Sam was about to leave. "And thanks for the advice too. You rule, dudette! You're definitely groovy!" Sam sweatdropped and went dot-eyed.
"Okay," she slowly said to herself. "That, was scary. I think I'd prefer the old Kenny better than this one." She then proceeded with waking everyone else up.
Next was Hilary's turn. She knocked and the door opened. Hilary was apparently already up and brushing her hair at the moment. She smiled.
"Morning, Sam. I'm just getting ready," she said and after a few more strokes of her brush, she left her room and joined Sam in waking people up.
Sam and Hilary went to Chris's room and knocked on the door. When the door opened, Chris was already dressed and prepared for whatever the day had in store for him. Sam and Hilary both smiled simultaneously.
"Morning, Chris!" they both said. Chris sweatdropped.
"Uhh, yeah. Morning, you two," he said. "What--?"
"Jinx!" Hilary and Sam both exclaimed at the same time. They had realized that they had welcomed Chris to the morning at once. "Jinx! Personal jinx! I said it first! Did not! Did too! No--!"
"Stop!" Chris shouted, getting their attention. The girls turned to look at him.
"You don't have to shout," they said. They sighed at once.
"Look, let's just get breakfast, okay?" said Chris, sighing exasperatedly.
"But we still need to wake up Tyson," said Sam.
"Fine, call me when that's done."
"Right," said Hilary.
"I'm actually glad you were awake Hilary. I need your help," Sam said, as she and Hilary walked to Tyson's room. "I can't do this alone."
"Do what alone?" asked Hilary. They both stopped in front of Tyson's room.
"Oh. That. All right, let's go."
"Wait!" Sam stopped Hilary's hand from gripping the doorknob. Hilary looked at Sam with a puzzled expression. "We have to knock first." Hilary fell over anime style. "Look, there's an old saying, 'Treat people the way you would want to be treated'. And that's exactly what I tend to do, even if I don't get treated the way I deserve to be treated," Sam explained. She held a little sorrowful tone when she said the last few words. "And if it isn't an old saying then I probably picked it off from somewhere or someone." There was a pause before she spoke again. "Come on, let's get on with waking up Tyson."
They went into his room to find Tyson snoring and curled up into a little ball. He was wrapped up in his blanket and looked half-mummified. Hilary and Sam both went to Tyson's bed.
"Right," said Hilary. "How do we do this?"
"Honestly, I have no idea on that," Sam answered. They thought about situation for a while and Hilary finally spoke up after.
"I've got it!" she yelled so suddenly that Sam gave a start and fell off the chair she had been sitting on.
"Don't do that!" Sam scolded. "You nearly scared me to death."
"Sorry, Sam. I didn't mean it."
"Apology accepted." Sam got off the floor and stood up straight. "Okay then, what's the idea?"
"Well, I actually had more than one idea. So that if one of those don't work, we could try out the others."
"Hey, that's pretty good planning, Hils. So, let's hear them." She rubbed her hand in glee with a malicious smirk upon her face.
"Here goes: first thing's first, though. We need gas masks, rubber gloves, and thongs."
"What for?"
"We'll need the protection, won't we?" Sam fell over anime style. She stood up again immediately.
"Check, check, and check!" she said as she got out the items from thin air. She gave one of each to Hilary.
"How did you do that?" she asked, awestruck. "How did you make all those things appear from out of thin air? That's practically impossible." Sam shrugged. "I dunno," she said. "How do the Beybladers pull out their Beyblades from thin air?"
"Good point. I never gave that a thought."
"Okay, so what do we do with the gas masks, gloves, and thongs?"
"Oh! Right. Hey, is there any cheese in the fridge?"
"Umm, I'm not sure. Let's go and check." They left Tyson's room and made their way to the kitchen. They went over to the fridge and opened it. A rotting smell escaped the fridge as Hilary and Sam both pinched their noses.
"P U!" squealed Sam in a high-pitched voice. "This stuff stinks! What's in here anyway?"
"What do you think?" Hilary, also in a high-pitched voice, said. "It's cheese, what else?"
"Do you mean to tell me that you've had all that cheese in here all this time? Since when has it been kept in the fridge?"
"Put on your gas mask first, Sam." Hilary and Sam both put on their gas masks on. "Okay, I think since Christmas. So, now it's nearly Christmas and I'm estimating that it's been. . . . . ten months."
"TEN MONTHS?" shrieked Sam, her right eye twitching.
"Er-yeah, actually," replied Hilary, sheepishly scratching the back of her head.
"Those things have been in the fridge for ten months and you people don't even know it's there?"
"Er-well, we haven't opened the fridge for that long, you know."
"How could you not open the fridge for ten months? Where did you get food from? The garbage?" asked Sam, sarcastically.
"Honestly, yes," said Hilary and looked down at her feet. Sam's eye twitched again, more violently this time.
"You people scare me," she said. "Anyway, what are we doing with the cheese?"
"Well, since the cheese is ripe--"
"You mean stinking like there's no tomorrow," corrected Sam.
"--yeah, that, so I guess that this would be the perfect time to use the thongs--after putting on the rubber gloves, of course."
"All right, rubber gloves on," said Sam, putting on her own gloves.
"Good, now the thongs," said Hilary, clutching her thongs.
"Right, now who gets which piece of cheese?" asked Sam.
"How 'bout I take that one and you take this one: their both of equal size," Hilary compromised.
"Liar, you get to take the smaller one. I want the small one."
"Alright, fine. Take it." Hilary handed over the cheese as she took the one Sam had. "Happy?"
"Very!" said Sam, happily. "So, what do we do with it?"
"Go to Tyson's room and see if we can wake him," stated Hilary.
"Do you think that this horrendous smell will do the trick?" asked Sam, walking to Tyson's room alongside Hilary.
"Well, if it backfires, I still have a few more ideas left," answered Hilary, now entering Tyson's room. "All right, let's do this."
The duo headed over to Tyson, who was still in his earlier position, and held up the molded cheese with the thongs over Tyson's face. Tyson sniffed the air as the smell of the cheese wafted over his nose. But the strange thing was that Tyson did not awaken. Instead, he just gave a goofy grin that could only be described as nothing but pleasure. It was as though he were smelling an eighteen-inch pizza with black olives, mozzarella cheese, pineapple slices with a can of Pepsi. (Mmm. Pizza. Now I'm hungry) Sam and Hilary were shocked.
"What's he smiling for? He's not supposed to smile!" shrieked Hilary.
"Maybe if we place it a little closer to his nose the smell will become stronger and, I'm hoping, eventually wake him," suggested Sam, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, let's give it a shot."
After a few seconds, when Tyson still wouldn't wake up, Sam and Hilary were practically pressing the two slices of cheese against his face. But there was a different reaction this time; instead of keeping that smile, it became wider and his opened! Tyson quickly devoured the two slices and chewed and smiled happily as he swallowed it.
"Oh my God!" screamed Sam, dropping the thongs. "Did he seriously do what I think he did?"
Hilary also dropped the thongs. She started to back away as she said, "I think so, but how could he even eat something as revolting as that?"
Hilary and Sam turned green as they took off their gas masks and gaped at Tyson.
"Disgusting!" they yelled.
"Well, that idea backfired," said Sam, dropping to the floor. "What's your next one?"
"Umm, maybe we can try his socks or this time," Hilary said, plopping down on a chair.
"Socks? And I thought I was crazy. All right, what's the idea?"
"Instead of making him smell cheese, why not socks?" I mean, the cheese was edible but the socks aren't!"
"All right then, Tyson's socks. Check!" said Sam as she pulled Tyson's socks from out of nowhere, the stench clearly visible.
"You did it again," sighed Hilary.
They grabbed their thongs again and held up the socks with them. They held it over Tyson's nose a that same smile creeped on his face again. He opened his mouth and swallowed the socks after chewing as the same happy smile stuck up its, well, smile again. The two girls, were once again, shocked.
"That, is absurd," Sam spoke, her right eye twitching again.
"I'm speechless," said Hilary. "I mean the cheese, well that was something to eat, food, even though it was rotten. But now, socks--"
"I thought you were speechless?" Sam walked out of the room.
"Where're you going?" asked Hilary, catching up to her.
"Where do you think? I'm going to get Chris," answered Sam, outside of Chris's room. "Besides, he is the one who always comes up with the great ideas. There possibly can't be any flaws in any of his ideas. Oh, hey, Chris." Sam smiled up at Chris as he smiled back.
"Is breakfast ready? Or is something wrong?" Chris asked. Hilary nodded.
"Yeah, we can't get Tyson to wake up," she said. "We tried it by making him smell rotten cheese but he ate it. Then we tried making him smell his own socks but, he ate them too."
"Tyson ate socks?" Chris asked, laughing. "No way!"
"Yeah, whatever. Now, we thought that maybe you could help us," said Sam. "Got any ideas?" Chris thought for a moment.
"Hmm, yeah. And a good one, it is," he said. He pulled out a big red chili pepper from his pocket and held it up. "This should do the trick."
Sam slapped her forehead. And Hilary also slapped Sam's forehead. Sam glared at Hilary as she just smiled and shrugged.
"Of course! A chili pepper!" Sam exclaimed. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Duh, 'cause you're not Chris," Hilary answered.
"That was a rhetorical question, Hils."
"And that was a rhetorical answer, Sam!" Hilary beamed. Sam turned back to Chris.
"Thanks, Chris. I knew that you'd be able to help. One way or another." Chris gave a light blush. "Breakfast's ready so, go ahead and help yourself."
"No thanks," said Chris. "I'll wait until everyone else is up." Hilary nodded.
"We won't take long, maybe a few minutes," she said. Sam and Hilary then went to Tyson's room again.
"You do it this time; I'm too pooped out to even raise a hand," Sam stated, collapsing on the floor on her backside. "Go on, I wanna see what happens." Hilary nodded.
"Right," she said. She went over to Tyson with the pepper in-hand and put it up to Tyson's nose. He smiled and opened his mouth for the third time as Hilary inserted the spicy pepper and Tyson chewed it up. He swallowed it and that very same happy smile make its way to his face. But after a moment, his eyes snapped open as did his mouth which revealed a big flame, sticking up its head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tyson yelled. "AHHH! HOT! HOT! WHO PUT A CHILI IN MY MOUTH!"
"Score!" Hilary and Sam high-fived each other, Sam, now not so "pooped out". They turned back just in time to see Tyson running around his room, this way and that, while fire burst through his mouth. Two big sweatdrops appeared on the backs of the two girls' heads. At last, Tyson had collapsed on the floor from exhaustion.
"Which one of you put the chili in my mouth?" he demanded, looking fierce. "I bet it was you, Hilary, wasn't it?"
"You hit the nail on the head there, Tyson," said Sam.
"You planned this all along, didn't you?" asked Hilary, turning toward Sam.
"Not really," said Sam, shrugging. "But I was hoping that something like this would happen, though. And it did! I only wish I had my video camera with me to record all of this. It's a shame, really." She dazed out.
"Okay," said Hilary, slowly. "Now that you're finally awake, Tyson, I think that we should get breakfast now."
"Yeah! Breakfast!" said Tyson, jumping up and down like an excited school girl. "I'm really starved. What are we having?"
"Go and look for yourself," said Sam, now out of her daze. "And be happy that Hilary didn't pour a bowl of homemade hot sauce in your mouth." She shuddered, thinking of what would happen if she ate some. "Come on. I think everyone else's already started without us."
To be continued. . . . .
Raining Starlight:Whew! Man, how did you people like that? Satisfactory? No? Yes? Maybe? Don't know? Come on guys, tell me! The next chapter is going to be the third and final part of the prologue and then. . . . . the hyperactivity shall begin! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! clears throat, cough, cough Excuse me. Sorry, I'm having one of my mood swings. If you guys wanna find out what happens in the next chapter, then you'll have to review. . . . . OR ELSE, no next chapter for you. I want at least SEVEN reviews for this chapter, I know you people out there are reading this! If you do, then I'll send you a gift. I'm not telling you what it is, but I promise that it's really good. Thanks for reading! Until next time, this is me, saying, farewell.
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