This is my very first Post - G-Revolution (season 4). I've always wanted to flow whatever I've been imagining as a new season since the past few years. I'm glad to grasp this opportunity. No hate comments, just constructive criticism would do as this is my first attempt.
"THAT'S MY CHICKEN, YOU CHICKEN!" Yelled a fiery, red-haired boy, nearly twelve years old, trying to pull away a piece of chicken with the fork.
"Give it back! I already gave you two extra pieces! What more do you want?" Retorted a navy-haired teen, nearly sixteen years, trying to pull back the piece of chicken.
Tyson Granger was the hero all throughout from the alleyways to each part of the world, wherever beyblading took birth. He walked through the suburbs as a gold idol, who saved Mr. Dickenson and the whole BBA from the hands of the crook, Boris Balkov.
It had been nearly a year since the incident took place. By then, grasses sighed defeatedly to the milky covers which were forthcoming predictably. Tyson was forced to change his outfit due to that. He wore a simple black top with a red-hooded winter-coat, an admiral blue scarf and denim blue jeans. His gloves lightened up to ocean blue, which his cheerful lad, Max had suggested. His red shoes were replaced by boots.
He merrily taught kids beyblading around the corners. If anyone, he was more than just a normal idol any kid would look up to.
Daichi Sumeragi, to everyone's astonishment, had some changes in himself too, considering he actually emphasized his outfit by adding a black pea coat for the winters. According to Tyson, he actually looked 'cooler' with it. By personality, he hadn't changed much, but by sticking around with the G-Revolutions he sure had gained some sort of maturity and manners.
You couldn't expect much changes from the bright guise of the team, Max Tate. Apart from maturing into his late teens, his cheerful and equable natured were to remain perpetual. His outfit consisted of an aqua wool overcoat with a sun-yellow top underneath, along with the same old orange trousers.
His blading skills had improved in no time, just in a single overclock. It was about time Tyson mentally begun to accept him as an extremely strong player and stopped underestimating him.
The calm, midnight-haired Chinese blader, Ray Kon, as usual, never tended to embarrass himself in anyway. He could've been one of the most genuine, yet the most emotional people you would meet in the G-Revolutions. He remained with the Chinese outfit, only covered himself with a cloth around himself, both ends attached by buttons. He often joined along with Tyson to teach kids blading, as he did earlier in China, before coming to Japan for a scrimmage against the cyber-bitbeasts. Otherwise, you would be seeing him with any other member of the White-Tiger X. At times, he'd even interact with the ex-BEGA members.
As for Kai Hiwatari, well, I think guesses have it. Wandering around streets, failing to leave a trace behind. He hadn't left Tokyo though, for he would pop up anytime, anywhere with the team. His serene guise battled his inner impatience to finally be able to battle Tyson again in the 2004 World Championships.
Kenny hadn't changed much either. Him and Emily would gaze at the monitor all day and refused to take a break even if their eyeballs were to be bulged out of their sockets. His outfit only added to a navy-blue hooded jacket.
Hilary Tachibana had been transitioning into a young woman of the teens. Her outfits were inconsistent as always. Currently, she wore a full-sleeved black hooded crop top, with steel blue palazzos and black sneakers with bright-yellow show laces. She was Grandpa Granger's homegirl and now one of Tyson's closest friends. Another interesting factor in this character was the fact that she hadn't just begun blading. In fact, it took over her heart long before, ever since her childhood.
"Yo, Tyson! Play the mature dude, my man! What would your fangirls think?" Grandpa remarked, in Daichi's defense.
"Yeah, Tyson! What would your fangirls think? If you can't give a piece of chicken to a young boy?" Daichi jeered, as he snickered at Tyson.
"ARGH!" Tyson groaned. "I don't care about fangirls! Now, I'm really hungry and I want my piece back!"
"Aren't you the one who keeps flaunting about the number of fangirls you have? What happened to them, now? Did Kai take over their preference?"
"Be quiet!" Tyson blustered. "Quit with the fangirls already! And well, what about you? Have you managed to capture some of them or are you just trying to pull a double standard on me?"
"That's it, Tyson!" A man in his early-twenties walked in. "You're getting late for school. You might wanna convert some of that anger in that big head of yours into educating yourself."
"Aye, Aye, wise guy," said Tyson sarcastically.
Hiro pointed up to the clock above him. It read seven-fifty.
"Oh crap! I'm gonna get late!" Tyson grabbed his backpack and stormed off.
"Wait for me, Tyson!" Daichi yelled, running behind him.
"How typical…" Hiro sighed.
Grandpa winked his eyes in pride. "My homie's growing up!"
Tyson rushed his boots across the snow in panic.
"Not…gonna…get…late…again!" He panted. "It might've been Hilary two years ago, but now…it's that…sleazy little…so called leader…Julie or whatever her name is!"
"What are ya talkin' about?"
Tyson chuckled with a breath, feeling nostalgic. "Nothing, Daichi!"
On the gateway, the champ clashed with another living, both ramming back on either sides with a squint.
"Watch it!" Tyson swooned, patting his head.
"Why don't you-" The other guy paused. "Oh, look, it's Tyson!"
Tyson revealed his hazel eyes in bewilderment. "Eriot? I should've expected someone clumsy like you would be clashing into me right outside the doorstop!"
"Take it easy, boy," Eriot smirked. "You sure think you deserve a lot of respect just because you saved the BBA's ass?"
Tyson scoffed, getting on his feet. "Well, duh! A hero deserves a throne of esteem too, I suppose? And don't use 'just' out there, would ya? It took me every ounce to go up there, muster up power and shoot them off."
Eriot passed snide remarks. "Stupid. It's been a year already, get over yourself."
"Or is it that you're too flabbergasted to admit you're jealous, eh, Eriot?" said Tyson contemptuously.
"What-"
"Tyson, take your seat," said Hilary, entering the classroom. "Miss Kincaid would be arriving soon."
"Wandering around the corridors in the morning again, Hils?"
"Watch it, Eriot!" Tyson snapped. "Don't you dare call her by that name!"
They both snarled, charging towards each other.
Kenny and Hilary stopped the duo from throwing punches at eachother and to their reluctance, made them settle down on their seats.
"He's such a lowdown, honestly," complained Tyson, as though completely brooded with no one around. "He's been a pain ever since I won the BBA."
"Don't let his jealousy get to you, Tyson," said the chief. "I'm sure he's like any other rookie, he just wants to be like you."
"Yeah, ignore him!" Hilary suggested.
"Ignore?" Tyson repeated harshly. "How the heck can I ignore him, Hils? He might be one of those enormous wannabes again, but the fact that he's like an unbreakable adhesive especially considering we're in the same class really bugs me! I can't take anymore! I could even write a complaint against it and change my class!"
Kenny frowned. "Hey, that's not fair! You can't-"
"Good morning, class!" Miss Kincaid entered, interjecting Kenny.
"Good morning, miss!" The class repeated enthusiastically, except Tyson, who drawled, as though sarcastically wishing.
Tyson draped over his desk, lifting his eyes up to see the board. Hilary and Kenny seemed quite worried throughout the classes. His mien represented tire and irritation. It wasn't a very good sign.
A few minutes, a young boy stormed into class as he yelled, "TYSOOOONNNN!"
Tyson snapped out of reverie, shot up on his back, petrified. "Daichi?"
Miss Kincaid was taken aback.
"Is there anything you need?" Miss Kincaid asked softly.
"YES!" Yelled Daichi, intimidating the soft-spoken Miss Kincaid. He pointed his index finger at Tyson. "WHERE THE HECK IS THE MUSIC ROOM?!"
The entire class gasped incredulously. Tyson raged and turned scarlet as he flushed in embarrassment and anger, although one couldn't make out between the two. He shot up, walked forward, grabbed Daichi by his wrist and hauled him beside the stairs of the corridor. The worrisome duo, Hilary and Kenny followed.
"How many times do I have to explain the goddamn map to you?!" He whispered. He hadn't realized he was standing right at the edge of the first step.
"Jeez, Tyson! I forgot! Like I care about school anyway!"
"Daichi, you will slack off!" Hilary chastised. "I know, to you it's not the most important thing in the world, but for real, a little education is pretty effective. So go with it!"
"Ya never get it, motormouth!"
"That's enough!" Tyson snapped. "For the last time," he pointed to his right. "For the last time, it's right there! Why didn't you follow any dweeb there, you prick?"
"I was called by the principle for something about blading," Explained Daichi. "She wanted meet me because I am the champ after all."
"In your dreams," Tyson blustered. "But now, take a hike and storm yourself straight into the classroom and DO NOT RAM INTO THE CLASSROOM AND EMBARRASS ME AGAIN!" He ranted.
"Tyson you don't seem in a good mood today," remarked Kenny. "I'm not surprised that you don't focus in class but you seem a little too unwell today."
"I'm fine," Tyson quavered, backing off a little. "Just a little-"
On the spur of the moment, his leg struck against the edge of the stair as he yelled in fear. His back clashed unceremoniously against the railing as he fell backward, directing him to the staircases down.
"TYSON!" Hilary and Kenny cried.
He stumbled at the staircases. Silence was all his scene could retort.
"I…can't move…"
Hilary, Kenny and Daichi rushed down the stairs with anguish in their eyes. The world champion, who was the three-peat world champion, not to mention the 'strongest' around, had been knocked out only by falling in the worst position possible.
"Tyson!" Hilary cried, placing both her hands on the boy who wasn't retorting. "Tyson, answer!"
Several people gathered around.
"He's unconscious!" Exclaimed Kenny. "We need to direct him to the hospital!"
"Right!"
With the support of a mob of students, the indisposed champ was directed to the nearest hospital and placed on bed as an emergency mark. The G-Revolutions caught the news sooner than expected and immediately made their presence in the hospital.
"What even in the world happened?" Ray interrogated.
"Just a simple fall. But the landing wasn't pleasant."
"He's unwell too." Hilary piped in. "I've been telling him for years to take care of himself, but no? Does he ever listen?"
"It's okay, Hilary," Kenny said nonchalantly. "For now, let's focus on Tyson getting well."
"Aw, poor Tyson," Max said sympathetically. "Sometimes-"
"Excuse me," interjected the nurse, who was aiding Tyson. "You don't have to worry. He's fine, just gotten a hairline fracture on his shin and a swollen hand somehow. He'll be fine in a month and a half."
The BladeBreakers grinned happily. Fortunately for Tyson, it wasn't any near the World Championships. Had it been so, he would've moped and griped all day about missing it. Kai was surreptitiously happy too. Another settle with Tyson is what he desired.
Tyson awoke consciousness in a few hours. He was flabbergasted after seeing his leg plastered and his hand wrapped with elastic bandages.
"Hey bud!" A voice called out.
"Ray? What happened? When did I land here?" Tyson asked feebly.
"Nothing much, Tyson. It's better you take rest. You're down with high fever."
Tyson sighed. "Where's everyone else?"
"I don't know. Some of the G-Revolutions are practicing by the river. But for all I know, Kenny, Hilary and Grandpa are preparing some food for you. It's almost dinner time. And the whole crew is coming to see you soon."
"Aw man!" He drawled. "I don't believe it! The world champion, the BBA's savior just got injured by a fall! This isnt fair!"
"The hospital has already taken in your load. There's no room for your ego, Tyson. Besides, even the strongest of us are unaware of forthcoming circumstances."
Tyson huffed in reluctance.
"Whatever," he turned, shoving the blanket over himself.
Around quarter to eight, the crew had arrived to see Tyson. They shrouded him over with the curiosity of the incident. They enjoyed, laughed along and ate.
"Your temperature has lowered," said Hilary, placing the thermometer beside her. "You'll be good by tomorrow."
Tyson smiled faintly.
"Is something bothering you?" Hilary asked with a small pout.
"No- just that Eriot," He retorted with a sharp break. "I feel there's…something wrong,"
"What could possibly be wrong?" Hilary deadpanned. "I know he's a bug, but-"
"It's not that."
Everyone turned towards him with a gasp.
"He's a blader. I can tell."
"How do you-"
"I just know," He interjected. "I just do. And he's someone we need to lookout for. He possesses a bit-beast. I could feel the power when I encountered. It's just so weird."
"That's not a good sign," leaped Kai. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"No could explain that now," said Mariah. "Is it usual for bit-beasts to act this way?"
"But only Tyson felt this way so far!"
"Guys!" Miguel made an ingress. "Why is the BBA empty? Where's Hiro and Mr. Dickenson?"
"Wha?" Everyone said together.
"There's no sign of any BBA lieutenants! Only some guards here and there. But the desk is empty, claiming that Mr. Dickenson is on leave for New York along with Hiro. I couldn't get in, but the guards left a clue."
Mathilda, Hilary and Kenny gasped.
"Hang on," Tyson muttered. "Hiro NEVER told me about anything. He was at the dojo right this morning! You're probably mistaken."
"Yeah, they can't just run off now, can they?"
Miguel shook his head vigorously. He caught a hold of a crumbled paper from his pocket and opened it up. "Excuse my language, but I found a fucking note regarding it!"
Miguel handed the note over to Tyson, who was sitting in between all the bladers surrounding him. Tyson opened it at an amble, which read:
Dear G-Revolutions,
I apologize for my sudden leave with no traces behind. It's absolutely unacceptable for me to take a leave with just a note and no communication verbally. But I sought some emergency in New York, so Hiro and I had to take leave immediately. The business is going to shut down for a few weeks, which means you boys will not enter the BBA until we sort this out. To add on, I really hope we can make it a few days before the next World Championships which are no less than four months away.
Regards,
Stanley Dickenson, Chairman of the BBA.
Tyson was stunned with a wheyface guise glued on him. "This is really odd. First of all they didn't even bother calling us, and then, left us so uninformative!"
Kenny gasped. "Gah! We need to contact them right now! Let's borrow an AT&T communication device right now and video call them!"
"There's no point," Kai leapt in. "The way Mr. Dickenson described the excursion made it look like he doesn't want us to know about what's happening."
"Kai!" Tyson snapped. "That doesn't mean we back off! We need to contact them!"
"I think Kai's right, Tyson." Ray piped in. "There's something really fishy about this and I can taste something ominous coming right up."
Tyson brushed off him, turning towards Kenny. "We'll give it a shot! Get the whatchamacallit!"
"And?" Kai said, squinting his eyes. "New York has a different time zone and number. How are you possibly going to get the contact number of the BBA New York headquarters?"
"We-"
"He has a point," Hilary defended, placing her hands on her hips. "We can't get past the guards. But one thing for sure, maybe we can try and contact Judy?"
Emily huffed with a grin. "That's a great idea! Even if does work at the PPB Research and Development center, I'm sure she can get in contact with Mr. Dickenson!"
Well, how was it until now? I've got no more noted for now, it's just a beginning xD