Hello again! Yes, it's me, the oh-so-wonderful author of this story. Okay, so I'm not that wonderful, but I've actually done more than ten chapters! I didn't believe I could. Honestly, I thought that I was totally going to have to remove this story, but since I've gotten so many reviews I know I'm going to have to continue with this story right up to the end.
Again, if you've got any suggestions for following chapters, I'd greatly appreciate it. You know, as I'm writing this, I'm sitting in the IT resource room in a hotel in Thailand. See! I'm so dedicated to my work I'm even doing it on my holiday. Ha Ha. So anyway, thank everyone for their lovely reviews throughout this entire story, and I hope you'll continue reviewing.
King & Queen's Diary Entries
His Royal Highnesses, pain in the butt extraordinaire, or so says Queen, says: Hello.
Wasn't that the most absurd greeting ever? I should think so. But what can you do if you're sitting in a hotel room freezing your butt off because the heating system is useless? You'd think that a five-star hotel would have better facilities, much less working heating systems, but the hotel staff say that the blizzard they recently had did quite a bit of damage to the external heating system, so we've got to stick with the internal backup. Ridiculous, isn't it?
Okay. So maybe I should mention why I'm in a place that has blizzards. Simple; I'm here because I was invited here my some kid called Spencer from the Blitzkrieg boys. I've heard of that team before; they're pretty good, but not even Queen and I would dare go after them. Not after what we heard happened to the last group of parts-hunters went after them. It was a scary incident. I just asked Queen if she remembered. She threw a pillow at me and told me to shut up because she was playing Solitaire.
Moving away from that, you'd probably ask me what the hell I was doing, following the summons of some Russian beyblader that I don't even know. The answer isn't so simple as that actually. You remember once, Queen and myself tried to steal a rather splendid attack ring from some kid, after we got bored watching the tournament. Well, we found out his name was Kai Hiwatari, and obviously we learned what team he belong too. I have to say, I was sort of honoured to fight someone like him, and just a bit ashamed we fought on such unfair terms.
So that only partially explains why I'm here, in Russia. Yeah, Russia. And let me tell you, this place is as cold as it gets. I think my mucus has solidified into stalactites. You may recall that after we stopped working for that Doctor K lady, Queen and I signed up with the BBA organization and since then we haven't had to steal parts from other bladers, seeing as we can just get them from the BBA shops. Well, Spencer contacted every blader on the BBA's database, to tell us that he was planning a surprise party for Kai.
The sad thing was, he said it was probably going to be Kai's last; because Kai had cancer. Kai is going to die; and it's up to us to save him… Just how scary is that???
King, leaving you now so Queen can finish up because I suck at endings and so that she'll stop calling me a "diary-hog".
Her Royal Highness, Beyblader Supreme, Solitaire Queen, Younger Sibling as I am so constantly reminded says: Bonjour
Well, here I am, writing in this ridiculous journal only because King asked me too, and not because I want to, but I suppose somewhere inside me I feel that I do want to because otherwise I wouldn't be writing in this journal and would have flung it at King for insisting I write in it.
King has left it to me to finish up what he started. The stupid, arrogant little prick. Well, let's start with the fact that Kai is said to have terminal cancer, but is being as stubborn as ever and is blatantly refusing to go to the hospital for treatment. During our battle, I gathered that he was very stubborn, but I never expected him to be this stubborn, you know?
I mean, it's rather silly of him. I know he thinks he's being selfless by resolutely carrying on with his day to day activities, but refusing to receive treatment will ultimately result in his death, and then who would be left to do his work? Honestly; I thought he'd be more forward thinking than this. So that's why we're in Russia; to convince the notoriously stubborn guy to go to the damned hospital and get better soon. You know, I think that with all of us coming, we just might succeed.
I talked to the guy who called us; Spencer, or something. He said he'd leave it up to us to decide if we wanted to come but if we came it'd be greatly appreciated because they needed everyone they could spare. Apparently Kai will most probably be swayed into listening if there are more people around; he likes to keep people happy, or something like that, so Spencer suggested that more people come if possible. I've never dreamt that planning something like a birthday party could be as complicated as he made it sound, but after all it is a pretty worthy cause.
After all, what's a little hassle in exchange for the life of one of the most brilliant, most respected, most feared, most powerful, most admired beybladers on the planet?
Queen, Finished in this damned journal, suffering from a head cold, curled up on the bed with King.