This is the next part of BEGA I'm Batman. I hope you enjoy it!
Sezu looked at the huge poster. It seemed to remind him of something. He could not remember what. He thought he might go, and see if he might be able to find some answers. And some fun.
Garland stood backstage, glaring around him. He could only see two of his team. It was predictable, but he wished it hadn't happened. He did not need Mystel to vanish just before a press conference. He looked around, trying to spot the mischievous blader. He spotted him on the far side of the room, climbing a lighting rig. The lighting guy was chasing him, and having a hard time of it. Ming Ming saw the look of anger on Garlands face, and moved rapidly to prevent a scene. She stopped underneath the lighting rig, and looked pointedly at Mystel.
"You have 10 seconds to get down here. 9, 8, 7," Mystel had seen before what happened when she reached 0. It involved Venus, and a very dangerously short haircut. He got down. With a smile, she grabbed him, and began to brush his hair, ignoring his complaints.
"Okay, now go and apologise to Garland. Otherwise, I'll keep counting."
Rubbing his hair back to it's normal state, he looked up into the grey eyes of his captain. A look of almost perfect innocence took over his features.
"Sorry."
"Hmmm. We need to go now." Garland grabbed Mystel by the scruff of his neck, dragged Crusher away from the bar, and waited patiently for Ming Ming to fix her hair, before marching his team out onto the podium. Mystel waited till Garlands hand rose to wave, and umped onto Crusher's shoulder. As they reached their seats, Mystel got distracted by a large balcony, and began to move his chair across very slowly.. Since they were in the BBA's headquarters, Garland had hoped that it would be blading press only, but that was probably not going to be the case. The first question proved it.
"Ming Ming, are you releasing a new album?" Before she could answer, Mystel answered for her.
"Of course she is. She seems to do it all the time. She gets really stressy, and yells at anyone, and complains about other artists when she about to release an album, and she was like that all the way here!"
Ming Ming glared at the young blader. She had wanted to release the album as a surprise, and see how long it took to go platinum. Before a retribution could be made, another question was asked.
"You said you might be having a Bey-Blade match here. Is this true?" Garland thanked the heavens, since it meant he could actually say something.
"Yes it is tomorrow night, here. It will run from 3 till 7, and anyone can challenge any of us to a battle." Then came the question he had been dreading.
"What do you know about Brooklyns whereabouts? Police are still searching for him, are they not?"
"I assure you, if anything we knew could help the police, we would have shared it."
"But surely you have some idea. After all, you were in the inner circle of BEGA, along with Boris Balkov. And on that topic, Balkov is still on the run from the law. Can you shed any light on his location?"
Visibly shaken, Garland shut his eyes, and ended the conference.
"Excuse me, we need to prepare. No more questions."
At 3:00, Crusher stepped out onto the podium, and felt like all of his troubles were gone. Finally, he was somewhere he didn't feel uncomfortable. He raised his launcher to his shoulder, and smiled as he looked at his first opponent. It was Michael. Finally, some fun. He had always wanted to drag the arrogant american down.
Three and a half hours, five temper tantrums, twelve dramatic monologues, and thirty Bitbeasts later, there was only one Blader remaining. Crusher decided he would take this challenge. They had a solid winning streak, and he was not going to break it. He looked down at the note with the guy's name on it.
"Are you ready Sezu!" The boy he was facing looked up at him, his white hair flowing in an invisible wind.
"Yes." His voice sounded like oil flowing across glass.
"THREE"
"TWO"
"ONE"
"LET IT RIP!"
Mystel watched from Garlands shoulders. He might not understand subtlety, or patience, or obediance, or command structure, or insurance (That really confused him. Why would Person 1 pay Person 2 to pay them if their house burned down?), but he understood Beyblade. Smiling, he watched as Crusher began to defend their winning streak. Crusher had rapidly trapped the newcomer's blade, and was smashing it all over the block. Strangely, the white and red blade was not slowing down, but simply remained at the exact same speed. The readouts on Garland's screen told him this, but surely no blade could ever have survived this long against Gigas without some visible sign of weakness. A howling wind picked up, and then came a shrieking cry.
"BROOKLYN, ATTACK"
Mystel looked in horror as a huge white bird burst from the white blade, and Gigas was smashed into the sky. It came down with a earsplitting crash, and then a red light began to glow around Gigas's chip. Gigas rose from the chip, and flew into the body of Sezu. For a moment, a demonic face replaced the pale one opposite, and then Sezu pointed at Ming Ming.
"You. Next."
Sezu gloried in his victory. So much power, so much energy. He looked at his captors friends, and grinned. He would take all of their power. A voice inside of him cried out, but he ignored it. He would win! And nothing could stop him!
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