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Kai felt his eye twitch of the umpteenth time that afternoon as he placed the teacup he was holding in his hand, down on the table in front of him. He feared that if he kept it in his hand, the urge to throw it at his teammates will be too overpowering for him to resist.
He was sitting in the bar/dinning area of the hotel where Tyson and Daichi, who managed to get over his travel sickness, are eating everything they can get their hands on. Fortunately, Miguel's grandmother loves to cook and thinks the 'children' need to be feed of they'll wither away to nothing. She practically shoved a blueberry muffin down Kai's throat as soon as he stepped into the bar area. She began to preach how anorexic he is, and that even though he is a good captain, and a good captain all have to make sacrifices, they must not forget about their own health and wellbeing.
She would have tried to shove more food into Kai if Miguel didn't enter the bar and pull him away from the eccentric grandmother.
"Would you stop shoving food down his throat?" Miguel asked, stepping between Kai and his grandmother. "He's not a turkey, we're not cooking a thanks giving dinner."
Kai couldn't help but smile when he Miguel apologized profusely for his grandmother's antics. He waved the apologetic blond off and said that it was all right. That often happens to him.
Running a hand through his hair, Kai let his gaze wander over his teammates. Kenny was showing something to Hilary on his laptop, while Ray and Max were trying in vain to get Tyson and Daichi to slow down, telling them to chew their food before swallowing. But of course it fell on deaf ears. Until all the food is gone, they won't hear a thing.
Miguel re-entered the bar and his eyes widen at the pile of dishes that were on Tyson and Daichi's table. He grimaced, knowing that he's going to be the one cleaning all those dishes. It'll probably take all night. He inwardly groaned and set about taking the dirty dishes into the kitchen.
Kai watched the blond from the corner of the room and frowned when he noticed him grimace. He narrowed his eyes, then they widen with realization. Miguel works and lives here, which means he's probably stuck cleaning all the dishes.
A dull ache of compassion and sympathy made it's way into his chest. He wanted to help the blond. He thought about making Tyson and Daichi clean those dishes instead, but knowing those two they'll end up breaking every single one of them. So they'll be doing more harm than good.
He sighed and quickly drank the rest of his tea. He picked up the cup and headed towards the kitchen. Just as he was about to go in, Miguel was coming out.
"Kai," Miguel said, startled. "Is there something wrong?"
Kai shook his head. "No, I'm just going to help with the cleaning."
"Oh, no, you don't have to do that," Miguel said with a shake his head.
"Nonsense," Kai waved his hand dismissively. "You need some help if you want to get any sleep tonight. Believe me, I know. I've been cleaning up after this lot for three years."
With that said, Kai walked past the blond and into the kitchen, pulling off his gloves as he made his way to the sink.
Miguel watch as Kai walked into the kitchen and over to the sink, setting about washing the dishes. He blinked then smiled, grateful for the help. He walked into the dinning room, grabbed another tower of plates, heading back to the kitchen.
"I appreciate this, Kai," Miguel said as he placed the tower of plates near the sink.
"It's nothing," Kai said, a light pink tinge to his cheeks. "Besides the fund raiser is tomorrow, and it won't be much fun if you fall asleep at the beydish, would it?"
Miguel chuckled. "No, I guess not," he moved to stand the other side of Kai and set about drying the dishes that had been washed.
"I've been meaning to ask," Kai said after a moment of silence. "What's this fundraiser for anyway?"
"Oh, Mr. Dickinson didn't tell you?" Kai shook his head so Miguel continued. "The fund raiser is for abused and orphan children. Their orphanage was burnt down by a street gang from a neighboring town."
Kai frowned. "They don't care who they hurt, do they?"
"No, they don't," Miguel also frowned. He shook his head and the smile reappeared. "Anyway, they're hoping that they can raise enough money so they can rebuild."
They both fell into silence again, but it was a comfortable silence. As Kai washed the dishes in front of him, he can't help but congratulate himself for remembering to put his checkbook in his bag. He had a feeling that it might come in handy.
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"Good morning to all you Beyblade fans out there! Get ready cos you guys are in for a treat! Today we have an exhibition match between Spain's favorite team, Barthez Battalion vs. the world champions, G revolution!"
The crowd cheered loudly.
"Oh, wow," Max said. "Look, Dj is here too."
"Look at all these people!" Tyson said, looking starry eyed at all the screaming fans. "I bet they all want my autograph."
"No, Tyson!" Daichi yelled. "They want my autograph."
"Get real, Daichi," Tyson scoffed.
"Look at all these cameras," Ray said, looking over at the press. "You think we have a world tournament happening here."
Kai said nothing as he let his eyes wander over his surroundings. The fans seem to getting louder with each beybattle, and the press seem to be finding even more absurd questions to ask. He felt his eye twitch and knew it was the beginning of a headache. He glanced over the Beydish and noticed that Barthez Battalion were on the other side of the stadium.
He watched as Miguel speak with the pink hair girl, what was her name again…?
"Hey, Matilda!" Hilary called, waving over to the pink hair girl.
Matilda, that's it. He found himself frowning. It's obvious that she and Miguel have something going on. He bit his lip when he felt a pain in his chest again. Not a physical pain, an emotional one.
"Today's battle is a fund raiser for the welfare of abused and orphan children so dig deep and make a donation today! Donations can be made at the front gate!" Dj yelled into the microphone, as he pointed at where one can make a donation.
Kai slipped his hand into his pocket and felt a piece of paper. He smirked to himself. This little donation will be more than enough to rebuild the orphanage, build it better than before. He glanced over at his teammates and noticed that they were too busy jumping in front of the cameras to even notice that he was gone.
On the other side of the stadium, Miguel noticed from the corner of his eye that Kai was walking towards the gate, where the donations were being made. He watched as he pulled something white out of his pocket and left it in one of the spare change buckets, before leaving quickly. He continued to watch the bucket, waiting for someone to find it. A moment later an elderly woman cast a small glance over the bucket and looked confused. She reached into the bucket and pulled out the white piece of paper. She unfolded it and looked as if she was about to faint. She grasped the piece of paper and waddled over to where her colleges are also gathering donations. She spoke excitedly and showed them the paper. Looks of pleasant surprised were clear on each and every one of their faces.
Miguel couldn't help but smile as he turned his gaze back to Kai, figuring that he had just made anonymous donation. And by the looks on their faces, quite a large one too.
Unlike the rest of his teammates, Kai preferred to do things on the quite and doesn't expect to get praised for it. He prefers to be in the background.
"Get ready Beyblade fans, the battle will begin in five minutes!"
Kai walked over to his team and had to forcibly drag his teammates away from the press and their cameras. "Come on," he said. "You heard Dj, the battle is about to start."
"I can't help it if my public adores me," Tyson said as he continued to wave his arm in the air as Kai dragged him towards the dish.
"Do you know what I adore, Tyson?" Kai asked, his eye twitched. "I would love to see a public execution with you right in the middle of it."
Ray sniggered. "It certainly would do wonders for his public image."
"Today's match will be three rounds, you must win two matches out of three to be the victor!" Dj explained to the crowd and to the bladers.
"Cool, I can handle that," Tyson said with his usual vigor.
"Bladers, approach the beydish please." Dj said.
"So, who's going first?" Kenny asked.
But before they could figure out who will blade today who will have to sit this one out a foreign Beyblade flew into the stadium, hitting the stage area around the beydish, destroying it part of it, creating a smoke of dust the arise in the stadium. Startled gasps of shock echoed through the stadium.
"Is everyone all right?" Kai asked, as the dust settled.
"What the hell was that!" Tyson asked, looking around the stadium.
Suddenly a crack was heard and the Beyblade that crashed into the stage rocketed out of the large chucks of cement and continued to spin. A laugh filled the stadium, then a tall, pale skin male appeared. He had brown eyes and brown hair that fanned out to the sides. He wore green and brown army pants and a black muscle shirt top.
Kai narrowed his eyes and just managed to smother a growl when he recognized the emblem in the breast of his shirt. Can't they at least have a exhibition match without Bio-volt messing things up? What? Don't they have anything else to do?
"Hey, who do you think you are jumping in like that!" Hilary demanded.
The brown hair youth smirked and jumped onto the platform that wasn't destroyed near the beydish. "The name's Simon, and I'm here to Beybattle."
Tyson growled, but before he could say anything Kai stepped towards the beydish. "Well, then you can battle me."
"But Kai!" Max started.
"No," Kai said. "He's working for Bio-volt." he heard several gasps of shock. "Since he's working for Bio-volt, I'm the one who's going to defeat him."
Simon smirked when several people in the crowd began to boo him. "Ah, so your Kai. I've heard a lot about you. You're know as the BBA angel, but also as the biggest pain in the ass Bio-volt has ever known."
It was Kai's turn to smirk. "Nice to know that I've kept my reputation," he then narrowed his eyes and pulled out his blade. "Enough talk, it's time to beybattle."
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I'll just end it here, why? Because I can.
Next chapter: The Beybattle.
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