A/N: Well, here's chapter 4, i think. or is it ch 3? w/e... i introduce an OC in this one. tell me if you don't like her, because i shall then kill her off xD
CHAPTER 4
Kai, Ray, Max and Tyson were all standing at the railing (in short, all the former bladebreakers) talking about various things, discussing strategies and stuff like that. They were thrashing out Max's signature blading style when someone said from behind them, "Excuse me?"
They turned around to see a girl with shoulder length black hair and dark blue eyes standing before them. None of them said anything, waiting for her to speak. "Aren't you the Bladebreakers?" she said timidly.
"Yeah, we used to be," replied Tyson, "but now we're part of a different team."
"I meant the former bladebreakers," said the girl, with a nod. "Anyway, I beyblade… I've just started, and I was wondering if you'd battle with me?"
Tyson, never being one to turn down a challenge, said enthusiastically, "Sure! I'll face you! Come on!" He led her and the other three to the recreational room where there was a small beyblade dish.
Tyson was about to launch his beyblade when Kai stepped in front of him. Kai was looking faintly annoyed because the girl had interrupted them and he had a slight sneer on his face as he said, "I'll face her."
They launched their blades, but the girl's blade went right out of the dish. She apologized with a slight blush, picking up her beyblade and launching it again. Kai's sneer had become even more pronounced. Max and Ray were looking sympathetic and Tyson grumpy because he couldn't beyblade against her.
The battle, of course, was short, Kai knocking the girl out without a moment's delay. Taking back his blade, he said, "Call yourself a blader?" and walked out of the room.
The girl picked up her blade, her cheeks red. "Don't mind him," said Max consolingly. "He's a grouch bag… in the best way possible."
"When you get to know him," said Ray, "He's a lot better."
"Alright," said the girl dejectedly, picking up her beyblade. "I'll be going now."
"No, I'll face you!" exclaimed Tyson. "You need some tips, we can help you out!"
"Really?" said the girl, her expression lightening.
"Yeah," said all three boys in unison.
Later on, when the whole G-Revolution was gathered in the living room, Tyson, Ray and Max walked up to Kai. "Why were you so hard on Violet?" asked Ray.
"Who's Violet?" replied Kai, raising his eyebrows.
"That girl who you battled today," said Ray, trying to jog his memory.
A look of recognition dawned on Kai's face as he said, "Oh, right. If you could call that a battle." He sneered and went back to reading his book.
"C'mon, answer the question, Kai!" said Tyson.
"Whose side are the three of you on?" asked Kai, raising an eyebrow.
"Violet's!" said all three at the same time.
"Undutiful friends," said Kai, returning to his book. Next moment, the book had been snatched out of his hands by Max. He sighed exasperatedly and looked at Max. "Now what?"
"You're dancing around the subject!" said Max. "Answer the question, will you?"
With a slight smirk, Kai leant forward and snatched the book from Max's hand. "I don't dance," he replied, and after that he ignored all three of them as if they weren't even there.
That night, there was a party at the cruise. The objective was to let all the passengers get to know each other. The G-Rev was all going, as were the Saintshields and Salima.
When everyone was ready, they made their way down to the ball room where the party was taking place. When they reached they split up and started mingling with everyone.
Tyson was hopelessly bored. He was surrounded by a group of people; he had no difficulty in mingling but he'd rather be with his close friends. He craned his neck over the head of the girl who was talking to him, and saw Hilary standing in the corner. He looked at her blankly for a few seconds before he was brought back to reality by the girl waving her hand in front of his face.
"Earth to Tyson?" she giggled. Then she went into an endless prattle about how she thought his beyblading style was marvelous and how she hoped he could introduce her to the other members of his team.
"Uh, yeah, I really appreciate this and all," said Tyson, stifling a yawn with difficulty. "But I see a friend over there." Pushing his way through the crowd he went and stood beside Hilary.
"Having fun?" he asked Hilary with a smile.
"Yeah, it's a pretty good party, Tyson," replied Hilary.
"I s'pose so," replied Tyson. "The only thing is, this fan girl keeps coming up to me and talking… and talking… and talking. I don't know how to get rid of her!"
Hilary giggled, and pointed towards a certain direction. "If you think you're having problems, look at Kai," she said. Tyson looked and smiled. Kai was standing against a wall with his arms folded, surrounded by a giggling, simpering group of girls. They seemed to be asking him to dance over and over again, because again and again his lips were forming the word "No."
Suddenly, he walked calmly through the crowd and out of the room. Making his way to the deck, he saw one other person standing there: that girl he had battled. Her back was turned towards him and she had her beyblade spinning in front of her. She was clearly dressed for the party, but she seemed to be practicing rather than attending the party. 'She's fighting a losing battle,' thought Kai disinterestedly, as he prepared to walk away.
Suddenly, a voice said behind him, "Oh, it's you." He turned around, not bothering to reply. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to speak. However, she seemed to have flushed at that outburst (which she had said in a rather angry voice) and she turned away. Getting her beyblade back (which had stopped spinning) she walked back down towards the party. Kai shrugged slightly and turned back to the railing.
At the party, Salima was standing a wall. She caught sight of a purple haired teen who looked a year older than her, and who was definitely making his way towards her. She looked towards her side, seeing if there was any space to get away through; she wasn't in the mood to dance. But then, when she looked back at the teen, she thought she recognized him from somewhere. By this time, he had reached her. "Salima?" he asked in an English accent.
"Yes, and you are?" she asked politely.
"It's me, Robert," replied the teen with a smile.
Salima's eyes widened. "Robert? What brings you here? Are the rest of the Majestics here too?"
"They are," replied Robert with a nod. "Would you care to dance?"
Salima chuckled at his formality; he was one of her oldest friends and like a big brother to her. "Yeah, sure," she said, grinning.
"What are you laughing about?" asked Robert in confusion, as Salima wouldn't stop chuckling on the dance floor. She just shook her head. Robert's brow furrowed a bit. Then Salima remembered how seriously he was wont to take things, so she said, "I'm laughing at your accent… and how formal you are with me, your little sister… or at least, as close as one."
Roberts face relaxed into a smile. "Alright then, Frizz," he said, calling her what he used to when he was small. "And what's wrong with my accent?"
"Well, when I met you in Germany," replied Salima, "You talked like this: 'Me und my bruther liff in that house over the hill.' And now you have an English accent. You have to go to one extreme or the other, don't you?"
"I resent that," replied Robert with a smile that showed he didn't mean it. "Remember that day when I was shifting to the UK?"
Flashback
A seven year old boy ran to the park, which was deserted except for a girl sitting and swinging her self to and fro on a swing.
"Frizz!" he said in a thick German accent. "I haff news."
"Really?" said the girl, turning around. "What is that?"
"My parents say I am going avay vith them," said the boy. "To some place called the United Kingdom."
"Oh," replied Salima, her eyes widening. "You mean England?"
"No!" said the boy stubbornly, folding his arms. "They said United Kingdom. Not England. Vhat is England?"
"The United Kingdom, silly!" replied Salima. "So when will you come back?"
"Never," he replied solemnly. "Never und never."
"Okay," replied Salima, too young to understand. "Well, Robert, will you go an' never ever come back, ever?"
"That is vhat I said," replied Robert.
"Okay, Robert!" she said brightly. "Have fun!"
End flashback
"Yeah," said Salima, nodding. "I just didn't get it."
"Neither did I, as a matter of fact," replied Robert. I just thought "never und never" sounded imposing."
Salima laughed. "Boy, were we weird."
"Speak for yourself," Robert replied with a smile. Salima however was now looking at Raul and Julia, who seemed to be having an argument.
"Come on, Raul, it's stupid," said Julia, plucking at a hat she was wearing. "It looks so dumb. Who wears hats at these kinds of parties?"
"Well, sis, I say it looks nice," replied Raul, folding his arms. "Besides, I don't like people staring at your hair."
"Honestly, Raul," said Julia, rolling her eyes at how brotherly and overprotective Raul was acting. "Why would anyone in their right minds stare at my hair?"
"Because it's bright orange!" stated Raul.
"Then you wear a hat too," smirked Julia, seemingly conjuring a hat out of nowhere.
"Me?" exclaimed Raul, snatching the hat from Julia. "Why would I wear a hat?"
"Well, if I have to wear a hat then you have to wear a hat," replied Julia stubbornly.
"Why don't you both discard the hats," said Tala from behind them, "And spare us all from a shouting match?"
"Fine!" said both of them, turning around and handing him the hats. Then, folding their arms, they faced opposite directions with a "humph".
Tala looked at both of them, amused. "The two of you need to get some distance," he said. "Maybe you should just go up to your cabins." He looked on as both of them left the party, an argument starting between them again.
The party ended quite late at night, with the G-Rev being reunited with the Majestics. Everyone went to bed contented; it had been a relatively fun day.
a?N: Well? how'd you like it? and i know tht there are readers so REVIEW! pretty please with sugar on top? lol