Gomen, Gomen, Gomen... I am turning to become a lousy author. I have spent so much time on other writing, yet don't think I am forgetting this. I still have two fics left after this, so I will continue. I just hope people don't loose faith in me.
Ehm... HI again... thanks for some wonderful reviews, they have really warmed my heart and I am really sorry for the shortness in the last chapter. Actually, I only wrote half of what I intended, but well, couldn't continue for long so... and if people had not been, well... telling me to start writing again, who knows...
This chapter once more involves a lot of battles, and I do intend to end all five stories, so no worries. I have quit stories before, it has happened. But those have not been the slightest prepared or incredibly bad written.
I don't think this had reached these points. However, school makes me exhausted literally every day. But I am simply saying what I told you last time, so better shut up and let you read. This chapter contains 1 ½ chapter.
Speaking about the chapter, want some info? Even if I still haven't gotten my old files back, I managed to get my hands on an AMV about the relationship between Tyson and Zeo, it kind of spurted me to continue as well, since it is practically these two original characters that makes this fic. Kim as well, but she is one of my characters, so she doesn't count.
NEWS
The style of the story will change a little from earlier, called development. Having written in a complete different style for the last weeks, can say it gets stuck in your head. But, in my opinion, it is much better. So, hope you like it.
WARNING
This chapter contains fouler language then normal, just so you know.
Dark Hours Arise
First Match
It was kind of funny, but he did not mind. He was happy it was like it was. He was back with the Tigers... back because of something he wanted to stop. The BBA was a dangerous place and they all knew it. This was their reason for leaving, so he still couldn't understand why Tyson was staying. The bluenette had all reasons in the world to quit as well, and yet he still stayed. Tyson had to have his reasons, all though if they were good or bad he did not know. But still so, he would make sure that he and his team would get to the top, and in one of their fights, beat Tyson. And if they couldn't do it, he knew either the All Starz or the Neo Borg would try. But try wouldn't be enough... still they had the Dark Wings on their side. Yet he didn't think he would be able to trust them fully, no matter. The problem was that Tyson was a blader that should not be underestimated.
His team stood by his side, and the stadium was roaring with cheers. The Ice sky, a team that seemed to pretend they had arrived from the outer space or something, smiled seeing their foes having arrived. Kevin was mocking the other teams for their clothes. The youngest blader was riding on Gary's shoulder, pointing at the space costumes. Kevin had a point though that the costumes looked ridiculous. But even so, their youngest blader was soon turned down by Lee.
"Welcome, everyone to the second last match of the first rounds. Today we will see the exclusive match between the Stars and Outer Space beauties, the Ice Sky, who will meet the Ravenous and Brave White Tigers!" Jazzman introduced to a hundred of booming roars.
The screen that always picked the fighting bladers lit up. Ten pictures, each featuring the ten bladers to battle, started to blink. The bladers watched it carefully as it stopped blinking upon...
"And it seems our first contestants will be Gary from the White Tigers versus team Captain Eric Pope from Ice Sky!"
Ray looked over to the opponent team to see who this Eric would turn out to be. A sandy haired guy with freckles and green eyes, wearing a very alien sort of blue costume walked up to the dish. What turned out to be more interesting was that ¼ of the spectators turned out to be his friends and family as through the amount of roars and cheers, you could hear some distinctive words such as "Good luck honey!" or "Show em you can beat em pal!".
"Good Luck Gary!" Mariah said hugging their biggest companion. Kevin bounced down from his shoulder, giving his friend a high five on the way down. Lee and Ray were both smiling, since Gary was one of their most respected bladers. Even if he did not always win his games, you didn't want to get on his bad side.
"Do your best!" both Ray and Lee chorused. Gary nodded and walked up to the dish as well, steps crushing the floor as he walked.
Eric smiled thoughtfully. "Impressive, you seem to be built of strong wood." he said.
Gary grinned back, flexing his muscles.
"To bad muscles has nothing to do with blading. It is the technique that counts. Simply let me demonstrate." Eric said taking out a very shiny launcher. The Ice Sky blader grinned widely launching his blade. The blade landed on the floor, right after cutting Ray's hair wrap to half. The tiger roared, holding his long hair away from his face. Mariah gave him a red long piece of cloth to tie the hair back."
Kevin was yelling furiously at the other teamcaptain for attacking their team captain. Lee was shaking his fists, telling his teammate not to give up. As if Gary didn't know that already. He was not impressed. Like all other members he thought this blader was simply a show off.
Jazzman counted down. The two bladers stepped up the circular dish. Eric put on a weird sort of mask, that reminded them of the Star Wars robots. What a geek! His blade returned to his hand and he prepared to launch again. Ray made sure that this time he would be out of the way before his hair would be cut off.
"Bladers ready? Three... two... one... Let it rip!"
The two blades landed in the dish and started to chase after each other. And this time the White Tigers did get a shock. Eric's blue blade seemed unstoppable as its movements were completely unpredictable. Even though Gary mastered to keep himself standing, it was hard to tell what would happen. His opponent was everywhere, slowly shredding his blade.
"Galzy, Raged Bear Boom!" the White Tiger member tried in a last attempt to survive. His bit beast was screaming in agony, and whatever attacked it no one of their team could see. Even though the probably had the best eyes of them all.
Suddenly everyone could see the clash of the two blades as they connected. Gary smiled and Eric looked quite outraged. The Ice Sky blader had not counted for Gary's awesome strength. Yet the victor seemed more far, far away for the White Tigers. Before they knew it...
"Holy Cross Fire!"
Fire sot from the opponent blade in four directions. The Tigers gasped as the fires rose and engulfed the whole dish. And the second thing. Galzy was thrown away.
"Galzy, my beautiful Galzy!" Gary said stunned. He sank down to his knees, tears streaming down from his eyes. He picked up a literally ruined blade. Only the bit chip seemed to be whole in any matter.
Mariah took charge to lead Gary back to the team. There Kevin seated on his usual spot on the big bladers shoulder, telling words of comfort. Above the screen flicked to show the next opponents. Lee versus Anita Plug.
Second Match
Ray looked over at Gary and sighed. Things did not go as planned. When Gary had entered that dish everyone had believed he was capable to win. The raven haired teen looked over at Lee, Mariah's brother. The ex-captain of the team smiled. He was confident and ready.
"Good luck Lee!" Mariah said giving her brother a hug. Lee nodded and then left to seal their fate. On the other side a red and green haired blader entered the same dish. Her launcher turned out to be nothing more or less than half the army supply of weapons.
Lee chuckled. "Spare yourself the trouble, you will never have the chance to use all of that equipment before I am finished here."
Mariah raised an eyebrow. "Really, and who do you think you are?"
"My name is Lee, ex-captain of this team. And also one of the best bladers you will ever meet."
Anita smirked. "Why am I not impressed?"
Jazzman counted down, and the two bladers launched. Using something that looked like a giant electric gun or something, a small green and orange blade landed in the dish. Lee shook his head.
At the beginning of the match, Lee remained passive. He said short quick commands getting out of the way from the most violent attacks, such as the Whirlpool attack Anita used. But to say, she was a weak blader if you would match their stats.
"Galeon, Black Thunder Desire!"
Dark thunder shot towards the ceiling. While Anita lifted her head in awe, and thus so lost all her focus, her blade was shot out before the black lion had time to finish the attack. Lee growled. It didn't feel good winning without any effort.
However, a victory was a victory and no one of them wanted to see the Tigers loose.
As Lee walked back to his teammates, being congratulated and admired on the way, the screen above flicked between the next players. Kevin versus Laila.
Third Match
The team spirit of the Tigers was always a child's game. Especially with their youngest player. Kevin was small, nimble and loved to play jokes and play around. Sometimes his teammates wondered if he would ever grow up. It didn't help either that Gary nowadays mostly acted like Kevin's older brother, and Mariah like his mother. (Well, someone must bring him down to earth from time to time.) The violet haired blader ran over to the dish, smiling. No one could burst his spirits.
His opponent Laila was a young blader as well, probably the youngest in her team. She had flaming bright red hair and violet shining eyes. It was surprising how she could be second in command, at her age. But what the hell. Kevin was here for blading, not thinking. The young blader fastened his blade on the launcher and got ready. Laila was ready to, with yet another scary launcher, this shaped like a mixture between ax, gun and camera. Weird, huh?
However, it turned out her launcher was far more impressive than her blading. Only after launch Kevin could immediately tell that this would be one easy victory. Laila's attack Fairy Stream was more a gentle breeze. Even though the attack looked impressive with the blue and violet fairy wings dancing from the blade, her strength came to zero. She had no bit beast to build it with.
"Let's finish this Galmon! It is time to put her into dreamland. "Illustrated dream!"
Four beams of rainbow colored light erupted from his blade and Galmon appeared holding a single electric blue shining orb in his hand. The orb left to hit the blader, who spaced out into a daydream. Meanwhile Kevin had no problem to win.
"And the winners of the third round is Kevin of the White Tigers!" Jazzman announced after the short match.
Kevin gave the thumbs up in front of the cameras before bouncing back to his teammates. Mariah gave him a chest-crutching hug to congratulate him, choking him as well.
It turned out now, Mariah would have to battle, with Terry McFoy.
Match Four
A pink-gloved hand clutched the air confidently. Her opponent had to be the most mysterious, being dressed in a big cloak and wearing lilac sunglasses. The pink haired girl looked pretty confident that she could score this to her victory, but don't judge your opponents.
"Bladers ready?" Jazzman asked as Mariah and Terry walked up to the dish. Mariah gave away a smile to her opponent. The feline blader got ready to launch, her opponent doing the same, yet to her surprise she used one of the oldest launches in Beyblade history, s thin thread twirled around the blade, which turned out to be made by nothing else or less then just plain wood.
"Three... Two... One... let it rip!"
Her blade landed in a graceful move and started to chase after its opponent, grinding it. Terry, the poor guy, would stand no chance to her awesome powers.
"Galux, Athletic Strike!" she commanded. Her blade bounced from the dish, making three somersaults before hitting the opponent. Or so, she thought. For before her blade hit its opponent, the blade did something...
"Transform!" Terry commanded. A blinding light shot from the blade and when Mariah could see properly again her blade lay by her feet. A opponent still spun in the dish, now being made of steel. Terry, who everyone believed to be a guy, turned out to be a girl with wavy blond hair and blue eyes. Mariah cursed as she walked back, to be comforted in Ray's arms.
"This is not good. They are better then we thought. It is up to you now, Ray..." Lee said.
Ray nodded. The raven haired blader clutched his blade, walking with slow steps towards the dish. Yet another blader was about to enter the dish...
Match Five
Sometimes there are preparations made before a match, this time two men were standing in the dish, checking it. Ray sighed... normally these preparations were used before the matches started, yet with his wife destroying the last dish, a new unused one had been brought up. Meanwhile the crowds were away, probably going on the lo or discussing the match so far. Ray felt, bored. That was the easiest way to describe it.
Five minutes later, finally, the two men left, having done the check. Now, slowly, the crowds returned. On the other side, Stephanie yawned as well. Of all the bladers in her team, she was someone to melt into the background.
Jazzman stood drumming his fingers when the signal to continue came. A ferocious burning energy seemed to spread from him as the comments and the game began. Ray was more then ready to start. Ready enough to make his blade glow as it landed.
Stephanie too seemed ready, and once her blade landed it suddenly disappeared. Vanished out of thin air.
"Be careful Ray!" Mariah shouted over the roaring crowd. Ray didn't need a second person telling him this. Most bladers feared this trick, for they could not see how to defeat them. Yet Ray knew, he had battled tons of bladers like this. And with that, he and Driger had developed a certain attack for this.
"Red Agony!" he called. Red sparks flew from the bit beast, surrounding the dish in a luminous red glow. The sounds disappeared around them, drowned in this magical light. The tigers closed their eyes, feeling the silence, knowing where to strike.
A small whisper could tell them, and the sound of the spinning blade gave away everything.
"Driger, NOW!"
Stephanie gasped as her blade landed by her feet. Ray smiled as the sounds around the reappeared, deafening. The Tigers ran up to him, cheering over their victory.
"We did it!" Kevin shouted of joy, dancing up and down. "We won!"
Gary was crying of joy. Too bad just, this was simply the first round, of many.
The Dojo
Tyson was pacing back and forth... his mind racing with thoughts. Hilary watched him carefully, for this had to be the sixth time this day that her boyfriend looked this uncomfortable. To be honest, Tyson was a bit anxious, and couldn't wait for the time to tick forward. The upcoming match, their destiny, hung by a thread. The Majestics wouldn't be an easy opponent, yet who knew with them. With Kim and Zeo on one team, Tyson didn't want to think about the match, he had a feeling he already knew what was about to happen, and he did not like it.
'Oh Zeo... ironic how things changes really. Once, we were like best friends and now, once more bitter enemies. I still cannot understand everything your team has tried to tell me, and I have a hard time to believe it, and yet I do believe you. I have to get to the bottom of this...'
"Tyson!" Hilary said, yet he did not listen. So it didn't come as a surprise that he did not notice Isac and because of this...
CRASH!
The Dojo wasn't the most the most renovated building in town, and surely it wasn't news when suddenly Tyson found that his leg was stuck in the floor. Hilary shook her head, wondering when the last time someone really had checked this place?
"Sorry!" Tyson said, yet Isac had already disappeared. The quiet blader once more disappeared, after fetching something from his room. Tyson shook his head. What was up with people today? Even though Isac was strange, almost as strange as Danny used to be...
Hilary giggled softly as Tyson made several attempts to get back up, yet his leg was really stuck. The girl grabbed him under the arms and together they made their way through this mess.
"Tyson, go and call someone to fix the floor, and set up some time to renovate this building!" Was all the girl had to say. Tyson shook his head. Indeed, what was up with things today?
Zeo's Chamber
Zeo was lying on top of his bed, thinking. Not like he was worried about something, it was just that he needed to think about some matters. Why be worried really, the Majestics were pushovers who could never get together as one team. No matter how perfect they looked at the outside, his father had found evidence that they still had big rows over leadership, and most of all between the nations. Not like France, Italy, German and United Kingdom couldn't fight together, it was just old rivalry set between. Italy and France sided against the UK and German. It had to have some effect on the bladers as well.
Zeo growled. It wasn't the match he was thinking about. He was thinking about the future. So far RBA had followed their plans step by step, leading towards a possible goal. His real worries was his ex-best friend Tyson. Ex, since he had a feeling Tyson had to hate him.
"Even if we did tell him everything." he said sighing. Stubborn blade never did anything people awaited of him, well, except for winning. Because, if the plan went right, he knew he would be the one to battle Tyson. This unspoken and none effective select screen that selected each player was really a RBA device... so far the matches had been selected without any kind of choice, yet today, his father had planned the matches carefully. They needed to win this, to make this world a better world then it would become. He was so caught up in his feeling he didn't notice the door open. Yet he did notice moments later the extra weight upon his bed, and her lips locked against his.
"What are you doing?" she asked smiling.
"Nothing, didn't you said earlier you had some students to train?"
Kim beamed. "I did, but I made King take it since the RBA Revolution were all in my class, and you know I cannot stand Wyatt and Alan blowing up the place. Kin keeps them in his deadly claws."
Zeo smiled back, his turquoise hair spread beautifully over his pillow. Kim lay down beside him, breathing peacefully. These last days had been stressful keeping the pieces together. Only he and Kim really knew how much she suffered from it. Lately the two of them had been locked in endless amounts of training, teaching as well as keeping it up with all the preparations. If just Tyson had joined their side, then all their problems would already have been solved.
"Am I interfering?" a voice suddenly said.
Zeo sat up, and smiled. "Not at all, what do you have to report?" he asked.
"Not much, except that I have all valuable information about the BBA safety security, as well as all the information about the BladebreakersX blading technique, progress as well as stamina."
"Then tell us!" Kim said smiling as well. "Or you will just disappoint your little rodents for teammates if they simply win the finals."
The impostor smiled, his face completely shawled from the environment around him.
William's past
The streets of New York, the moldy, fucking damn cold streets no honest soul every walked on. This is were he grew up, learned to live, as well as steal. Yes, his first days were nothing from good. Street-gangs and guns was the first thing a small boy, around five learned to survive from, as well as use. Be without a gang, you are without a safe shield. Be without guns you cannot defend yourself. He never shot anyone, he learned that just by hearing the sound of a shot, it gave you enough time to escape whatever you did.
It was here his dark past started. His mother died of cancer and his father had drugged himself to death. It was his father that taught him about the gangs, and which to trust. Foolish enough he obeyed, and became a member of the Trashers. The foulest and most dangerous gang of them all. They took, the slaughtered and killed. It was by mere luck that he ended it. He escaped, hearing the guns blow behind him.
He had never really been evil at any cost, before his other died she had taught him about kindness and that was what he valued. He was never a real Trasher and by that, he fled. He got on board on a ship sailing for Tokyo, where he met his destiny. It was during Tyson's second World Championship, his match against Zeo. Oh, how much William was stunned by this, and right after he got a blade of his own. As well as he caught a bit beast choosing him on a train journey to Mount Fuji.
His ambitions, was to rid this world of Evil, and so he would. Evil was something he did not tolerate.
RBA
Later
Three... two... one...
"Attack!" two bladers shouted.
The blades clashed together, waves of energy flowing away. Max smiled and Kai nodded. It had been long since the two of them had any friendly training matches together.
On the ten dishes around the room various bladers battled. The Majestics were training for their match in a few minutes. The ten dishes were all occupied. On Dish 1 Oliver battled Enrique which meant this battle would take long to decide, on Dish 2, Mariah against Emily with Mariah close upon beating Emily, on Dish 3, King versus Queen another undecidable match, Dish 4 Johnny against Michael with the Scottish blader loosing. On Dish 5 Max and Kai, Dish 6 Zeo versus Kim, Dish 7 Robert versus six of the newcomers, him winning. Dish 8 held a partnership game, just for the students and on Dish 9 Ming Ming was singing an admirer to his knees. The last of the dishes was being renovated since Brooklyn has sent thunder from it. The workers sighed looking around, knowing that it would be at least eight more dishes to do once the bladers were all done.
Suddenly the alarm light turned red, meaning that all matches had to end. The blades flew back to their owners hands and everyone made their way towards the stadium. It was yet again, time to continue the game.
The Stadium
"Is everything set for the first part of todays plan?" Zagart asked his workers.
"Everything is set sir, the players will be chosen after our plans."
"Good, then start the next run, hopefully they are all ready." Zagart said with a gleam in his eye.
"Sir, what really are those up to?" one of the scientists asked.
"I have no idea, Gerald, yet I know I trust my son in this. Get to work!"
Match One
All teams had assembled to watch this, at the Stadium. Really, none of the competitors were new to anyone, yet thinking of that this was supposed to be RBA's strongest team, everyone wanted to be able to see the details. The Bladebreakers sat on the front row, waiting patiently. The Majestics sat together, clearly waiting for the matches to start. They looked slightly bored. Johnny and Robert sat glaring at the dish, arms folded. Enrique was flirting with the girls and Oliver and his sister Anouk sat playing cards.
On the other side, wearing the exact facial expression sat the Dark Wings. The did not talk to each other, they simply sat there, waiting. From left to right was Gordo, Queen, King, Zeo and lastly Kim. Kim was fingering with her blade.
The screen above lit up and the bladers looked up to the screen to find out more about the first match. Kim simply hoped Zagart had kept his promise to her. She had some unfinished business with one of the bladers of the Majestics, she would probably always have it.
"And the first to rumble will be none other then... Enrique Giancarlo versus Kim!"
Kim smiled, while Enrique looked ghostly pale. Yet before he got up, Oliver elbowed him back to his senses. This was a game, not a date and she would not slap him. No, Kim was thinking about other things in mind. Before this match would be over she would completely have humiliated him.
Up with the spectators Kai shook his head. This came as expected and he had a feeling that if his team would meet them, there would be even more blood between the teams. When Giancarlo was finished after this there would be hardly anything left of him.
"I hope Kim doesn't get her hands on him!" Tala said. "Gods know what she will do with him."
"Does she really hate him like that?" Spencer asked looking pretty anxious himself.
Ian shook his head. "No, she despises one thing about him. His female obsession. It's a good thing for Mr Good-Looking that he has a dish between them."
"Like that will help." Bryan finished holding his hand over his left cheek. Not too long ago the same girl had kicked him on that spot of the face."
Meanwhile the match started. The two bladers launched in a dish that was formed like a triangle, with a hole in the middle. If you landed there you were dead. Easy as that.
"I hope you don't plan on trashing me down there!" Enrique said as the blades started to clash in a close up fight. Kim shook her head.
"No need to worry Enrique, I have bigger plans then that. A little hole like that isn't enough to settle my satisfaction. Before this match is over, I'll crumble this dish."
Enrique took a step back. "Like you could, Amphilyon, attack!"
His blade crashed into her sending her soaring upwards. Enrique smiled as the blade was about to turn from the dish, when...
"Ruyaka, fall back down there!" she said slashing her arm through the air in a commanding movement. The gold blade glowed and obeyed. Without much further ad it landed back in the dish, stunning everyone before bashing after Amphilyon again.
"Amphilyon, Nightmare Vision!" Enrique called out. Kim simply smiled when the dark song to enchant her to sleep came, all though she did not sleep. She did not fall for the attack.
"How?" Enrique asked, yet Kim simply shook her head. Then her face changed from being content to serious. "I think it is time... to end this..." she said in a darker tone. "You've been playing around girls' skirts for too long, not to mention my temperament. I can stand you, but now you have gone too far. RBA gave you and your team the chance to stay at our headquarters and train with us without a membership, and what do I hear? You've been flirting around not only with the students but with the workers, the children. You are a fucking sad pile of shit! Time to end."
Behind her Zeo appeared, holding a sole white rose in his hand. The teamcaptain threw the rose towards his girlfriend with a knowing smile. Enrique gulped knowing what was about to happen, and he did not like this. He tried to flee, but...
"Ruyaka!" she said as the flower in her hand started to glow. Pointing the rose towards Enrique she chanted. "White Rose on Fire!" The Petals flew in a swirling movement towards him, bursting into flames they flew at him, his blade and the dish. Like small meteors, burning holes wherever they landed. The heat rose and to his amazement and sorrow a single bit chip landed by his feet. His blade was destroyed, his clothes ruined, his spirit destroyed.
"Leave me and the girls alone from your habits until you finally learn to grow up!2 she finished walking back to her teammates. Her blade soared back to her hand. Zeo gave a nod welcoming her back from the victory.
Oliver and Johnny had to help their crushed friend back. Not only had Enrique lost his blade and the match, he had truly lost his interests in girls, for a long future.
At the Dark Wings Queen hummed taking a grape from a bowl of grapes that had been given to them. "You know, this was cruel. You never made any attempt to steal his bit beast from him. You should have done that, I don't think the message really managed to sink in properly."
Kim sighed. "I was so fired up I completely forgot about that part. But still, Amphilyon is weak, there is no need of a weak bit beast."
The two girls didn't say anything more for this match, but they were thinking the same thing. Peace at long last.
(A/N: I don't hate Enrique, I am really sorry for hurting him, all though it left a tiny hint of satisfaction.)
Match Two
Once more the screen flicked through the eight bladers that still had to go. The light stopped on two images, of Robert against...
Gordo...
"This will be a piece of cake!" the German blader said confidently walking up to the dish. Oliver smiled in return giving him the thumbs up. Enrique was still in shock after his match, they guy could be lucky Kim was not in a more deadly mood. Johnny however had a bad feeling about everything, Anouk as well.
Anyway, the match had to start. Gordo walked slowly up to the dish, his team sat quietly waiting for him to return once the match would be finished. Kim yawned, now that Enrique had paid his price she was in a quite content mood.
The two bladers walked up to face each other. Robert smiled. The two bladers prepared for the match, both launchers ready.
"Three... Two... One... LET IT RIP!"
"Griffolyon, attack!" Robert shouted. Winds encircled like a tornado, everything starting from his blade. It was like a Deja Vu, because the attack reminded so much of Tyson's old Storm Attack, yet stronger. But to his astonishment Gordo did not fly up, no matter how much his blade knocked it upwards. The Torture Tornado attack.
"You call this a storm? I call this a gentle breeze." Gordo said. Orthrus appeared and now, the real game started.
"Orthrus, Gods Twister!" Gordo said.
Orthrus broke away from the attacks, the most unusual twister forming from it. For it looked as if chunks of it had been slashed away. Only supernatural powers had to keep it together. The twister was also bigger than the Torture Tornado, drowning its winds in its own storm. Robert yowled as the twister not only sent his blade soaring, but also himself. A sick impact suddenly bolted from it, sending everything standing soaring. Even Gordo, but the blader was already prepared and had tied himself to the roof. For the thing was, when Robert landed, he landed on the wall.
"And the Dark Wings claims their second win."
The screen above once more started to flash between the players. And it landed upon a new nightmare of fight.
Queen versus Oliver...
Match Three
Poor workers... they did one dish, moments later it was destroyed. For a tournament like this, no matter how many dishes you made for a match you later came to realize that you would soon run out of them too early. Plenty of times, on the last two big tournaments they had landed on such a end. They needed more.
Yet like always, there was an escape plan... there was plenty of old dishes left. Plain ones without any design. Most dishes were made to give people a challenge, but the true challenge was always to remain spinning. The workers sighed as they changed dish quickly. After all, everything was sent live.
Tyson and his gang sat thinking about Robert's match, still trying to solve the puzzle. And as they sat thinking, Queen was talking about something with her brother. Smiling King handed his twin sister something.
"It's from Zagart." he said. "To secure our victory. We don't want to loose do we?"
Queen nodded smiling evilly. The dark haired woman walked up to the dish. On the other side Oliver noticed this, and hurried to meet her. With two lost matches the Majestics couldn't afford anymore looses. They had to win.
Queen simply smiled attaching the little gift. It was a new attack ring, special designed for her blade. She looked back to see Kim smiling knowingly. Queen would have to thank her later for this gift.
"THREE TWO ONE... LET IT RIP!" Jazzman shouted over the roar from the crowd. The dish was plain again. The original old dish everyone was used to. The new dishes hadn't arrived yet.
"Unicolyon, attack s'il vous plais! (French for please)
Queen kept quiet, yet annoyingly she wished that the Frenchman would drop his French acts and aristocratic manners and simply blade like normal people. The Dark Wing blader shrugged it of. She would make an example and beat the snout out of him.
"Gabriel! Fire Lance!" she commanded. Stretching her right arm towards the dish. Flames started to lick her arm, shotting from it towards her bit beast. The flames circulated the creature, forming into a long spear that stroke down upon Unicolyon's head.
The Unicorn got up shakingly, not beaten yet, however shaking as it got up.
"Unicolyon, Uni Love Unite!" Oliver said. The horn on the unicorn started to glow, beams of light shot down into the dish. It was meant that the Earth should crumble, like as if a herd of unicorns had stomped it. But nothing happened.
"This is a steel dish, your little earth attacks are no use here. Gabriel finish him!" Queen explained and commanded. Her blade shot towards Unicolyon, knocking him out. Oliver gasped.
"No, c'est impossible!" he cried." ("C'est impossible!"means "it's impossible".
"C'est possible!" Queen copied.
Oliver sank down to his knees, evidences of tears trickled down his face. His sister hurried over to help her older brother, glaring daggers at Queen. Queen ignored her, walking back to her team.
"Thanks" she said to Kim passing her. Kim gave a small smile in return before tiredly leaning her head at Zeo's shoulder. The rest of the match seemed boring to her.
The Dark Wings would clearly with with ease.
Match Four
Thank the transport companies. A new designed dish arrived just in time for the next match. This time it would be Zeo fighting Johnny. The captain had been chosen to fight since King had insisted upon beating everything from the little one Anouk. If the twins found it possible they really liked battling relatives of any kind.
Zeo surveyed Johnny trying to find a category to put him in which soon turned down to the same old hot headed nothing-at-all. Johnny was arguing furiously with his teammates about some stupid matter, simply refusing to give in.
"Fine!" he said after a while of arguing. "Fine, let's have it your way then!"
Zeo was already waiting at the dish, scanning the construction. This was the oddest kind of dish ever. The dish had a roof of bullet proof glass that covered everything except for a small hole in the middle, enough to let two blades fly through.
'This will surely be interesting' he thought.
The two bladers launched... Johnny straight down into the hole with perfection. When Zeo launched his blade stayed airborne for a while before it crashed down upon Salamolyon. Cerberus appeared, the glass did not hinder that the bit beast appeared.
"That is cheating!" Johnny said accusing. The Scot looked clearly pissed of that Zeo had received the early start, and that by this had received the upper hand of the battle.
"But not for long, Salamolyon! Blazing Salamander."
Zeo, who thanks to his father's wonderful company, had heard about this attack, took out a pair of sunglasses and closed his eyes. A blinding white light shot from the salamander's body.
The Dark Wings had copied their captains move, being prepared for everything. Meanwhile everyone else, except for the two teams, had been temporarily blinded.
"I cannot see what is going on folks, but as soon as I can see something at all, I will tell you." Jazzman announced rubbing his eyes.
Zeo snapped his fingers, a small orb of darkness appeared above his hand.
"Time to lead it on to the underworld. Cerberus, Galaxy Vortex!"
Darkness zoomed from all shadows towards the dish. It formed a giant portal underneath the glass, that started to suck everything close, except for the blade Zeo used. Salamolyon had no chance.
"I win!" Zeo said. Johnny stood stunned staring at the now empty dish. Cerberus had found his way out from the dish, breaking the glass on its way out. Salamolyon was gone, now swirling in the nothingness of the universe.
"He may return." Zeo said. "If he could ever find you worthy again."
Match Five
The Majestics had since long given up hope upon winning, but they swore upon bringing as much disaster as they could. Anouk wasn't anywhere near as strong as her brother, yet seeing her brother's pain, Johnny's loss of his bit beast, Enrique squashed to the ground... everyone of her teammates had been completely humiliated looking like nobody's.
"Sourislyon, we'll show them!" she said.
On the other side King was examining a dagger he had managed to sneak through the guards checking them. Oh, he had plans for this little thing.
The dish changed. The last one had been destroyed yet again. There was no telling where the world of blading had lead to. Hard times, that was for sure. The new dish was called Cutting Edge, it was a labyrinth with centimeter high walls. Yet if you hit one wall your blade would be shredded, for the walls turned out to be blades from knives.
Anouk gulped seeing this dish, what she would call Dish du mourir. (The dish of death). King smirked. "Scared, huh?"
Anouk shook her head. "In your dreams!" she said taking out her blade. King did the same, yet in a much slower moment. Oh, he would enjoy picking her down piece by piece.
Jazzman counted down, and so the match began. The two bladers launched, both avoiding the blades. Anouk was sweating trying to maneuver her blade to safety. King simply yawned, taking this as an insult to his powers.
"Sourislyon, Drunken Dirt!" she tried, bringing all her anger to her attack. Because of that, and the lack of focus, the attack came as a small impact catching King's blade making it fly. King shook his head.
"I never knew how weak you really were, but if that is so, let the big boys play for you, and go play with those little French dolls you have. Ariel, Thunder Hit!"
A big cloud formed over them striking the dish at several places. Knowing the thunder would strike close to the place where the blades were Anouk fled towards the center of the dish...
Suddenly, a blade appeared and her blade collided with it. At the same moment the bolt of lightning struck, hitting the higher blade. Sourislyon screamed fleeing into his blade. The blade flew out. The Majestics had suffered their worst defeat ever.
"And this means that the Dark Wings wins the first round, ending the first spectacular rounds. We of BBA and RBA thank the teams of Saint Shields, Vanilla Bladers, BEGA, F Sangre, Trashers, Ice Sky, Team Psychic and the Majestics for anticipating. We wish you all better luck next time.
And the Oncoming Quarter Final will be played...
Neoborg v le Fleur de Jardin
BladebreakersX v the White Tigers
All Starz v RBA Revolution
Evolution team v the Dark Wings"
Tyson lead his team back to the BBA headquarters to discuss matters. Yet his mind couldn't help thinking... 'Ironic, isn't it. It will be us Ray, and this time, I'll show you why the rest of you don't understand me.'
TBC
Aw... now I am tired. Been working on this for, to say, ages. I hope I haven't disappointed you guys, sorry it took so long. I just had a temporarily trash of ideas, had to resort things, not to mention little time. Plus starting a new fic, even though that is BAD.
Sorry there will be no review replies today, however I read them and I love everything you say since it helps this fic. Thank you everyone who has mailed me, telling me to get on with this.
G'Night... see you next time, for more action.
Shitza