Here's chapter 2. I hope you enjoy!
Miguel let his eyes wonder over the people in the snow lodge lounge, his eyes immediately falling onto a familiar group of mix matched bladers. He smiled softly in greeting.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" He asked.
"Miguel!" Tyson greeted rather too enthusiastically. "How are you guys doing?"
"We're here on a well needed break." Max explained, as Tyson was too busy greeting everyone else to really reply to Miguel's question. "All thanks to Mr. Dickinson of course."
"I see." Miguel nodded. "Been here long?"
"Arrived yesterday." Max replied. "We've decided to try our hand at skiing, but, heh, we're not very good at it."
"Oh, you're just beginners, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it eventually." Miguel said.
"I hope so!" Max said. "The snow is too hard to keep falling on."
Miguel nodded and let his eyes wonder over the rest of the group. Matilda was sitting with Hilary, giggling about some or other. Claude was speaking with Ray about something, looking a little suspicious. Aaron was standing a little way from the group, listening to Tyson ramble on about something. Daichi was eating some of the food as Kenny hastily typed away on his laptop again. He has heard from the others that the smaller boy never goes anywhere without his beloved laptop, they even say that he's married to it. Grandpa Granger was standing near the fire place, grinning at the group and Kai was looking at the snowboard that Miguel was holding under his arm.
"You snowboard?" Kai asked eventually, turning his strangely colored eyes upon him.
"Yeah, I suppose you can say I do." Miguel nodded.
"So can Kai." Ray piped up. "He's really good, a pro even. What about you, Miguel?"
"I can board without falling over, if that's what you mean." Miguel replied jokingly.
"Hey, I know, why don't you and Kai hit the harder slopes together?" Ray suggested. "Kai's been dying to go nearly all day."
Miguel turned his gaze to Kai and they held each other's gazes. Kai shrugged, mentally saying 'It's your choice'.
"I don't have a problem with it." Miguel replied. "When would you like to head out?"
Kai shrugged again. "Whenever you want. You all really should place your belongings in your rooms though."
Miguel nodded. "Right. Come on, guys."
The rest of Barthez Battalion nodded and grabbed their stuff. They headed in the direction of their rooms, and Kai noticed that they were heading in the same direction as he and the other members of his team are located.
Kai sat in front of the fire, blocking out the constant chatter of his teammates. He was actually glad that he can now try one of those extreme runs with Miguel. No more baby sitting G revolution today.
Out of a small group of bladers that Kai can actually stand, Miguel is up near the top. He knows what it's like to be forced into doing something that is not normally something he would do. He has a special understanding that to some people, Beyblade is not a sport to enjoy, but something that can bring about great fear and power.
Fifteen minutes later Barthez Battalion returned, Miguel with his snowboard. Kai noticed and went to retrieve his own board.
"We're heading out now." Miguel said to the others. "We'll probably be back in a couple of hours."
Kai nodded and was about to leave when he turned back to the group. "Ray…" He said. He was about to say that Ray was in charge but stopped short when Ray turned to him, after stuffing his face.
"What?"
Kai sweatdropped and turned to Claude instead. "Make sure they stay out of trouble." He cast a suspicious glance at his team. "I don't trust this lot."
With that said, Kai turned to leave, smirking at the indignant protests of his teammates and Gramps' belly laughter.
"We'll need a miracle worker for that, Kai my man!"
Miguel chuckled and followed Kai out.
The air outside was fresh and crisped. It was snowing softly, sun shining through the scattered cloudy sky. A picture perfect setting. After deciding which snowboard run they would like to try first, they decided on a medium type run, just to warm up before trying the more extreme ones.
"Claude told me that you're teaching the others how to ski." Miguel said, trying to make conversation while queuing for the chair lift.
Kai flicked a strand of hair from his eyes. "I suppose you could say that I'm teaching them how to get down a slope."
"Not getting the hang of it?" Miguel asked after a small chuckle.
Kai nodded. "They've only just started today." He explained. "Although, Tyson was the first to make it down the slope."
"Oh?" Miguel said, as he and Kai jumped onto the chair lift.
"Yeah." Kai said, as he settled back into the chair lift a little, his snowboard hanging off one foot. "He started on his feet, but did a face plant, which resulted in him rolling down a few feet, with each revolution he picked up more snow. Which of course resulted in him turning into a human snowball. But fortunately he stopped before he could hit anyone."
Miguel looked slightly amused. "How did he stop?"
"He hit a tree." Kai said plainly, a small smirk on his lips as if remembering. "After laying dazed in the snow for a few moments, he regain consciousness and stood up, but…"
"He did another face plant?"
"Yeah." Kai nodded. "And another snowball may I add, but this time he ploughed into a fence."
Miguel laughed. "I suppose skiing is dangerous sport to the uneducated."
This time it was Kai's turn to chuckle. "You got that right." The chair lift reached the top and they both hoped off. "Hey, you come from Spain, don't you?" Kai asked suddenly.
"That's right." Miguel nodded, maneuvering his snowboard somewhat near Kai's. "Why?"
"I was just wondering where you learned to snowboard, that's all." Kai replied. "It doesn't seem to me that there would be many snow lodges in Spain, that's all."
Miguel smiled softly. "Many people think that." He said. "When people think of Spain, they think beaches and beachside night clubs. But there are a few good ski runs there."
"I see." Kai said.
"What about you?"
"Oh, I lived in Russia for a few years a while ago. Had to do something to pass the time." Kai replied, as he placed his board near the edge of the ski run. He pushed off and looked over his shoulder at Miguel seeing that he had done the same thing. "Race you to the bottom!" He yelled.
"You're on!"
Another little chappy done. I'm pretty sure that there are no ski resorts in Spain, but for this storythere is (sweatdrops) Anyway…
Next chapter: Ray has something in mind for Claude.
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