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Spill Your Blood
There's A Chance
Present Day
Kai slowly opened his eyes to the bright light radiating his pale skin from the sun. He gave a small smile at this every day since he had left the Abbey, because there was never any sunshine in the horrible facility in which he was raised. In the past, he would wake up to a dark, musty box of a room cramped with hundreds of other bladers that would not be surprised if one of them dropped dead.
Each one of their faces painted with cold glares and rude language when, underneath, they were really nothing but frightened kids unsure if this would be their day to die. Their big, rusty doors would be opened to show their head trainer, none other than the heartless scoundrel they called Boris. He would stand aside and allow all of the boys to pass out into the hall. Kai would reluctantly walk pass through the door as quickly as he could, as he could feel Boris's eyes dancing on his body. Before he was completely out of his view, he would feel the man's grimy hands run down his buttocks. Kai could do nothing but continue to walk, knowing that this wouldn't be the last time he would be touched by him today.
"Kai?" Kai quickly dropped from his thoughts and turned his head to see the raven-haired neko-jin he thought was a complete masterpiece. The boy was facing him on the other bed in the hotel room with his head with his head held up by his hand. "What are you thinking about?" Kai smiled at the fact that his crush was concerned about him. He moved into the same position and faced the younger teen.
"It's nothing. I'm just…happy I'm here I guess."
The other knew exactly what he meant. "Well, that's good…I'm happy you're here too." Kai's grin only got wider. "Thanks, Rei." The two teens stared at each other, unsure of what to say next. Finally, Rei broke the silence.
"Well, we should get up soon. Our battles are only in a few hours." Kai nodded in agreement and proceeded toward the bathroom to wash up. Having washed the night before, Rei went immediately to his suitcase and pulled out his usual attire. Today was the second day of the International Championship in St. Petersburg, Russia. The battle the day before ended in their favor. The Bladebreakers successfully knocked out the blades of each member of the Majestics, with the exception of Michael, who defeated Max. Their next battle would be impossible to win because their opponents were the Demolition Boys. They had been on an undefeated streak for many years, and all the teams they faced automatically knew that there chance of winning was non-existent. The Bladebreakers were no exception. As the team got in their small, rented minivan, Tyson was already full of doubt.
"Kai," Tyson whined as he leaned to the front where his captain was sitting, "why are we even doing this? You know we'll lose!" Kai ignored and folded his arms across his chest. Rei answered for him. "We have no choice, so let's just get through it, okay?" Rei's words were no help to Tyson. "This day is gonna be such a waste!" The minivan's engine was started and the vehicle pulled out of the large parking lot, proceeding onto the brightly lit street of Nevsky Prospekt.
Only a few minutes had passed before they pulled up to the enormous eighteenth-century themed arena they had battled in the day before. In the entrance hall, countless teams had already crowded the room, awaiting their registration. There was a lot of commotion as friends reunited and teams scrambled to find a register booth. Suddenly, all was quiet, as the front door swung open and all heads turned to see Boris walk in. He spoke in the loudest voice his throat could bear.
"After all of our hard work, my team is ready to win yet again. I mean, we have done so for the last twenty years." The teams that filled the great room did nothing but stare, a stare with so much hate, yet more with envy. "Oh, come on now, don't be so glum! There's a…chance that you might…win!" Boris spoke in between snickers. "Well, I don't want to hold your desiring eyes any longer. I present to you…the Demolition Boys!" He held his hands and the four bladers slowly walked in, each one grinning at the satisfaction of the crowd's jealousy. Tala spoke first.
"I am grateful for the fact that I am standing here today. For years I have wondered what it felt like to defend the championship in my country. Today, I finally will, and there is obviously nothing any of you can do about it." Tala's grin quickly turned to a frown as he spoke, warning the other bladers not to try to "ruin his dream". An announcer's sounded on a speaker.
"Good afternoon, bladers! The beybattles will begin in five minutes. Captains, get your teams ready for the second day of the International Championships!" The commotion started up once again as the crowd headed toward a large, marble beydish. After everyone was settled in their places, the announcer spoke again.
"First up, we have the marvelous prime team of the BBA, the Bladebreakers!" The audience cheered as the bladers walked out onto the lighted thrust platform on one side of the dish. "Their opponents, who have held the International and World Championship titles for over twenty years, the Demolition Boys!" The four bladers, led by Boris, walked onto the opposite platform, staring straight into their opponents' determined eyes. Ian and Max took their positions with their launchers ready to go.
"I hope you're ready, American."
"I'm always ready." The blonde said this with a hopeless look in his eyes.
"Alright boys, three, two, one, LET IT RIP!"
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