The Fourth Tournament
or
Hijacked by Astro V.
Chapter 1
6:30am.
A minute later, a hand reached out and slapped the alarm clock into silence.
Katryna Morgan sighed and swung herself out of bed.
Iescie Morgan looked up from his laptop briefly to give her a nod, then put his other headphone in and continued talking to his attention-seeking bitbeast.
Jessrayvhen Morgan turned over in her sleep.
"Jess?" Katryna, from hereon called Katt, stood over the sleeping teenager. It was obvious she was asleep. Katt turned around to Iescie (hereby called Ici) to ask what to do. Unbeknownst to Katt, Jess opened a black eye to look at her sister's back, then turned over and pretended to be asleep again. Unbeknownst to Jess, Katt had a bucket of water in her hands.
A few minutes later, they were all up and ready. The only sign of the chaos that had previously occupied the abandoned warehouse was the fact Jess was still wringing out her fiery coloured hair and darting basilisk like glares to Katt.
"Right then, what do we want for breakfast?" Katt said, rubbing her hands together.
"Food." Jess grunted, before running off in the direction of the bakers. Katt shrugged her shoulders and ran off towards the dairy, wheares Ici took the main route of the market stalls.
Jess ambled past the bakers, her nose in the air, smelling the warm bread. Her hand darted towards the bread, but she saw the baker's apprentice watching her warily. She walked casually up to the counter.
"Excuse me," Jess said, putting on her upperclass English voice, a rare sound in the Asian-Russian city of Anadyr. "But what is the special this morning?" The apprentice turned around to check the board and Jess, quick as a flash, grabbed three loaves of bread off the stand and bolted.
"It's honey and sesam-" The apprentice look around for the fiery headed teen, but Jess was an expert. She was long gone.
"Oof!" Jess cursed as she landed on her butt.
"Watch where you're going!" A lavender haired boy glared at her angrily.
"Me? You're the one who needs a haircut!" He raised a hand to his hair selfconciously.
"Well, it's obvious that you've been nicking." He growled in her ear. Jess raised an eyebrow threateningly. "POL-" He got no further. Jess kicked him in the shin and ran for it.
Katt pressed her nose up against the dairy window longingly. Luckily, the dairymaid was a warm and friendly woman. Katt walked in, making a mental note to herself that today she was Greek.
"Three pints of milk please." She said politely. She was fine with being Greek, but why the politeness? The friendly dairywoman poured out a lot more than three pints, but Katt 'forgot' to mention it. She searched in her pockets for her purse.
"Oh no!" She said, running a hand through her straight hair. "My money! Mother must have forgotton to give me it!"
"Never mind, dearie. You look like you could use a good pint of milk." And she put the bottles in a bag and winked, handing it to Katt in the process. Katt pretended to put some money in her palm, then walked out.
As she made her way down the street, she was aware of someone watching her. A red headed boy with the iciest blue eyes she'd ever seen was staring at her, as if he could see into her soul. She glared back, but her glare was nowhere near the basilisk glares Jess could throw at a person. Katt pretended she couldn't see him, but as she wandered down the street, she was aware of his eyes still watching, narrowed, like he knew her game. She shuddered and was glad when she turned the corner.
Ici shouldered his backpack. He hated it when he was on fruit duty. It meant that he was always being watched. He wasn't as quick as his elder sisters at this whole 'borrowing lark'.
"Yes?" The brutish lout of a stallkeeper glared at him.
"Umm..." Ici thickened his natural Russian accent thoughtfully. "Some... pineapples please. No, not those ones!" he hurriedly said as the shopkeeper reached for the ones in front. "The little ones, at the back. I don't have enough money for the big ones." he watched as the man turned around and began to drop the fruit in front of him into his sack. Then, he bolted, praying the shopkeeper was too slow to keep up with him. But lady luck wasn't on his side, and he felt the shopkeeper's large hand grab his shoulder.
"Are you going to pay for those, sonny?" He growled.
"He left his money at home. He's my little brother." A voice came from behind him, one that Ici didn't recognise.
"Mister Hiwatari!" Ici's eyes widened as he heard the name. Everyone in Russia had heard of the Hiwatari's, be you form the east or the west.
"Indeed. I came to give him the money, but it seems Scott couldn't wait for some fresh fruit." Ici watched as Hiwatari handed over the money, then walked off. He followed him, then turned at a different turning.
That was close. Too close. He thought as he wandered home.
Hours later, after a good breakfast, the Morgan triplets curled up on the old sofa in what they called the front room of the warehouse. Jess was polishing her beyblade, Sagittario, of bloodstains. Katt was scanning outside, looking to see if he was there. Ici was surfing the net, Aquaria chirping away about rising up against the rules.
"Any sign, Katt?" Jess asked, holding Sagittario up to the light.
"Nothing, thank god. Maybe he really has given up on us." Katt said, turning her head to look at her sister. Ici kept quiet, looking at his email.
"Hey, girls, check this out!" He suddenly chirruped, making them jump. They rushed over to peer over Ici's shoulder as he showed them the email alert he had just recieved.
Dear blader(s)(it read)
I am delighted to inform you that the BBA has decided to host another World Championships. As you are aware, after the troublesome tournament of last year, where there were some despicable cheating going on, we had thought about cancelling. But, due to the plentiful amount of letters we have recieved, we have decided to go against the winds and host the fourth world tournament.
Please take note of the places down below, where the qualifiers will be held. The two teams that get to the finals of each qualifier will be accepted into the tournament.
Good luck, and good blading!
Stanley Dickinson
Ici scanned the qualifiers and found the Russian one. His face fell. "It's in Moscow! We can't get to Moscow on no money!"
"No such word as can't, Pip." Jess said, sitting back down. "It's fate that you got that letter. And fate will make sure we get there in time."
"When is it, Pip? Two weeks away? We can do it. We've done it before." Pip was the affectionate name the girls used for their little brother on occasions where he tried to take care of them. He grinned up at them.
"What are we waiting for? Lets get going then!"
Oof! Chapter One complete! That was hard. Remember, pronuonciation was in the last chapter.
I hope you enjoy this story, coming from Naioka1992 and The Wicked Witch of Dinglewell!
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