My Grandpa's Back
Chapter 6
Kohari: Tyson wasn't necessarily locked in the closet. He was locked in his dressing room. Remember, Max held up a penny? He pulled a penny lock on his buddy. But you can think what you want. Whatever floats your boat. I love that phrase. It's so cool. Unfortunately, none of my friends use it. I've been using it since...last year...sometime...Oh, well. I'm getting off topic. I'll dedicate this to...YamikaiemiBlackAngelMaritamai. Yeah. She agrees with me - Tyson should die! --evil laugh that lasts for five minutes--. Okay, I'm done. Anyway...I think this is going to be a boring chapter. Let's go for it! (I'm going to skip the disclaimer. We already know none of us own Beyblade)
Tyson sighed. It was dinnertime, and for the first time in a while, everyone was quiet. Kai never spoke during mealtimes, but for Max, Ray, and especially Tyson, it was pretty rare to sit at a silent table. Even Dizzi felt that maybe now wasn't the best time for her jokes that she had surfed the Net all day for (when Kenny wasn't typing his 1000wpm on her).
Kai seemed more distant than usual today, though. But who wouldn't be? I mean, if your grandfather whom you hated, and who hated you, was about to come after you and your team, possibly out for blood, and you could do nothing to prevent it, or even hinder it, wouldn't you be a little depressed, too? Not that depressed was a word that could describe Kai, exactly. He was more...lost in thought.
'Why?' He asked himself. The others didn't seem to notice that everyone else even existed. He was no exception. He didn't care what they thought. Tyson at least made an effort to pick at his food. Kai couldn't even bear to look at it. It made him sick for some reason, like it would be the object of his destruction. A butler made an attempt at a "witty" comment. Something like the food wasn't poisoned, but Kai didn't pay any attention.
'Why?' He repeated to himself. 'Don't you get it, Grandfather? You can't do this. You failed. You won't succeed. So why do you keep trying to make my life miserable? I don't want the throne of the world. I don't want to be your heir. I'm the opposite of you. When will you realize that?'
Elsewhere...
The plane had long since landed, and his mechanical eyes (security cameras) had tracked the BladeBreakers everywhere they had traveled. Up to the BBA office, that is. No one can get a glimpse of what occured in there. Many of the projects that took place in that building were top secret (A/N: Nothing dirty, you pervs!). Everyone took their job seriously here. Sometimes, a little too seriously.
Voltaire wasted no time. He gathered up a few of the most infamous, hated, and dreaded mercenaries in the business. Anyone that could do a job and could do it well. These were the hounds. And they had their noses trained on Kai Hiwatari.
"You will bring back Kai alive!" Voltaire hollered at the group through a video screen, none of them daring to flinch. They were tough, and they would not be intimidated by some rich-(beep) (beep-beep) who thought he could own the world. But it would look very evil on their records that they had performed a job for someone so sinister as the man behind Biovolt.
"I don't care what you do with the BladeBreakers! But if I see one scratch on their captain, you will suffer the same fate as his teammates. I will personally see to that." And the screen went blank.
What few mercs there were grinned at each other. They were free to do what they would with the snot-nose world champs. This would be a fun evening.
Nighttime in the Hiwatari Household...
Kai gripped the covers of his bed tightly, tossing and turning, half the night. It was midnight now. Whatever predator was lurking around under cover of the darkness would chose now to strike.
He slipped his hand under his pillow. His pocket-knife was still there. For some reason, touching it gave him comfort. Anyone that came after him in the middle of the night wouldn't escape without at least a few wounds.
A noise sounded outside. Like leaves rattling. Funny. There was no wind tonight. Kai lay with his back to the window, eye open, and listening carefully. Something was out there, he knew it.
The window had been left open, and an assassin slipped silently through it. Fooled by Kai's sleeping act, he crept closer. Kai, just as stealthily, grabbed his weapon, ready to attack the attacker.
He could see a dagger just above his bed. Just as it was beginning to come down, Kai grabbed the wielder's hand, and struggled with his own blade.
Meanwhile, Ray, Tyson, and Max were suffering the same kind of problem. Only they had decided to run rather than to confront the assailant. Tyson ran down the hall, bunny slippers forgotten, searching desperately for Ray and Max's wing. The two aforementioned had escaped just before the attack when Ray, sensing danger, had tipped off Max and they had run for it, not leaving behind their beyblades.
When they thought they had given their pursuers the slip, they were on different sides of a corner. Max peeked around the corner at the same time Tyson was turning the corner, causing them both to fall on the ground.
"Owww..." the muttered, rubbing their hurt spots (A/N: No dirty thoughts, you...dirty...thought-thinkers!).
"You, too, huh?" Ray asked, helping the injured BladeBreakers to their feet.
"Yeah. I was dreaming of doughnuts when I thought I heard a twig outside. My window shattered, and I grabbed Dragoon and ran for my life."
"Doughnuts?" Ray confirmed, raising an eyebrow at the ridiculous statement.
"Who doesn't?" Tyson asked innocently.
"Yeah," Max said, going back to the sprint-for-the-exit-or-die subject. "I'd be done for if Ray hadn't told me someone was trying to sneak into our rooms."
"And it wasn't easy to keep him quiet once I finally woke him up, either," Ray added.
"Come on! What're we waiting for?! We have to find Kai!" Tyson encouraged, ready to lead the way in his blue, rabbit-shape-coated pajamas. "He may need our help!"
"Um, Tyson..." Ray cautioned in as low a voice as he could manage as Tyson started to walk off.
"Huh?"
"Kai's room is that way," Max corrected for him, pointing in the opposite direction.
"I knew that," Tyson lied.
Kohari: Sorry it was a short chappie. And I'd like to thank my buddy who gave me the idea of the knife-under-the-pillow thing. She knows who she is, and SHE BETTER BE READING THIS! Anyway, remember to tell your buddies about my work. I don't care if you log out just so you can do an anonymous review. It really doesn't matter to me. It's the numbers that matter. And I really appreciate all the compliments. You guys are the best! Review, and Good-bye!
Chapter 6
Kohari: Tyson wasn't necessarily locked in the closet. He was locked in his dressing room. Remember, Max held up a penny? He pulled a penny lock on his buddy. But you can think what you want. Whatever floats your boat. I love that phrase. It's so cool. Unfortunately, none of my friends use it. I've been using it since...last year...sometime...Oh, well. I'm getting off topic. I'll dedicate this to...YamikaiemiBlackAngelMaritamai. Yeah. She agrees with me - Tyson should die! --evil laugh that lasts for five minutes--. Okay, I'm done. Anyway...I think this is going to be a boring chapter. Let's go for it! (I'm going to skip the disclaimer. We already know none of us own Beyblade)
Tyson sighed. It was dinnertime, and for the first time in a while, everyone was quiet. Kai never spoke during mealtimes, but for Max, Ray, and especially Tyson, it was pretty rare to sit at a silent table. Even Dizzi felt that maybe now wasn't the best time for her jokes that she had surfed the Net all day for (when Kenny wasn't typing his 1000wpm on her).
Kai seemed more distant than usual today, though. But who wouldn't be? I mean, if your grandfather whom you hated, and who hated you, was about to come after you and your team, possibly out for blood, and you could do nothing to prevent it, or even hinder it, wouldn't you be a little depressed, too? Not that depressed was a word that could describe Kai, exactly. He was more...lost in thought.
'Why?' He asked himself. The others didn't seem to notice that everyone else even existed. He was no exception. He didn't care what they thought. Tyson at least made an effort to pick at his food. Kai couldn't even bear to look at it. It made him sick for some reason, like it would be the object of his destruction. A butler made an attempt at a "witty" comment. Something like the food wasn't poisoned, but Kai didn't pay any attention.
'Why?' He repeated to himself. 'Don't you get it, Grandfather? You can't do this. You failed. You won't succeed. So why do you keep trying to make my life miserable? I don't want the throne of the world. I don't want to be your heir. I'm the opposite of you. When will you realize that?'
Elsewhere...
The plane had long since landed, and his mechanical eyes (security cameras) had tracked the BladeBreakers everywhere they had traveled. Up to the BBA office, that is. No one can get a glimpse of what occured in there. Many of the projects that took place in that building were top secret (A/N: Nothing dirty, you pervs!). Everyone took their job seriously here. Sometimes, a little too seriously.
Voltaire wasted no time. He gathered up a few of the most infamous, hated, and dreaded mercenaries in the business. Anyone that could do a job and could do it well. These were the hounds. And they had their noses trained on Kai Hiwatari.
"You will bring back Kai alive!" Voltaire hollered at the group through a video screen, none of them daring to flinch. They were tough, and they would not be intimidated by some rich-(beep) (beep-beep) who thought he could own the world. But it would look very evil on their records that they had performed a job for someone so sinister as the man behind Biovolt.
"I don't care what you do with the BladeBreakers! But if I see one scratch on their captain, you will suffer the same fate as his teammates. I will personally see to that." And the screen went blank.
What few mercs there were grinned at each other. They were free to do what they would with the snot-nose world champs. This would be a fun evening.
Nighttime in the Hiwatari Household...
Kai gripped the covers of his bed tightly, tossing and turning, half the night. It was midnight now. Whatever predator was lurking around under cover of the darkness would chose now to strike.
He slipped his hand under his pillow. His pocket-knife was still there. For some reason, touching it gave him comfort. Anyone that came after him in the middle of the night wouldn't escape without at least a few wounds.
A noise sounded outside. Like leaves rattling. Funny. There was no wind tonight. Kai lay with his back to the window, eye open, and listening carefully. Something was out there, he knew it.
The window had been left open, and an assassin slipped silently through it. Fooled by Kai's sleeping act, he crept closer. Kai, just as stealthily, grabbed his weapon, ready to attack the attacker.
He could see a dagger just above his bed. Just as it was beginning to come down, Kai grabbed the wielder's hand, and struggled with his own blade.
Meanwhile, Ray, Tyson, and Max were suffering the same kind of problem. Only they had decided to run rather than to confront the assailant. Tyson ran down the hall, bunny slippers forgotten, searching desperately for Ray and Max's wing. The two aforementioned had escaped just before the attack when Ray, sensing danger, had tipped off Max and they had run for it, not leaving behind their beyblades.
When they thought they had given their pursuers the slip, they were on different sides of a corner. Max peeked around the corner at the same time Tyson was turning the corner, causing them both to fall on the ground.
"Owww..." the muttered, rubbing their hurt spots (A/N: No dirty thoughts, you...dirty...thought-thinkers!).
"You, too, huh?" Ray asked, helping the injured BladeBreakers to their feet.
"Yeah. I was dreaming of doughnuts when I thought I heard a twig outside. My window shattered, and I grabbed Dragoon and ran for my life."
"Doughnuts?" Ray confirmed, raising an eyebrow at the ridiculous statement.
"Who doesn't?" Tyson asked innocently.
"Yeah," Max said, going back to the sprint-for-the-exit-or-die subject. "I'd be done for if Ray hadn't told me someone was trying to sneak into our rooms."
"And it wasn't easy to keep him quiet once I finally woke him up, either," Ray added.
"Come on! What're we waiting for?! We have to find Kai!" Tyson encouraged, ready to lead the way in his blue, rabbit-shape-coated pajamas. "He may need our help!"
"Um, Tyson..." Ray cautioned in as low a voice as he could manage as Tyson started to walk off.
"Huh?"
"Kai's room is that way," Max corrected for him, pointing in the opposite direction.
"I knew that," Tyson lied.
Kohari: Sorry it was a short chappie. And I'd like to thank my buddy who gave me the idea of the knife-under-the-pillow thing. She knows who she is, and SHE BETTER BE READING THIS! Anyway, remember to tell your buddies about my work. I don't care if you log out just so you can do an anonymous review. It really doesn't matter to me. It's the numbers that matter. And I really appreciate all the compliments. You guys are the best! Review, and Good-bye!