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Chapter Eight - Of Bit Beasts & Beyblades
It had started like any other ordinary day. Well as ordinary as Hiro had in the past six days since many of the bladers of the pro teams had been chibified by their bit beasts. The day before, Hiro had learned a valuable lesson. Do not leave four chibis in anyone's care but your own and trust no one since they were doomed to betray you. Those two sayings had been proven right the day before.
Three of the four chibis had gotten ahold of some fingerpaint and had vandalized the dojo. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since the incident and they were still finding scribble marks on the walls. Hiro was beginning to think that they would never find all of the drawings. The chibis didn't even come up to his waist and he couldn't see all of the wall from that height down. Tyson had been helpful in finding the markings but Brooklyn oddly enough had went mute on the subject.
Hiro was beginning to fear that whatever had possessed Kai and Tala to be misfits had infected Brooklyn as well. He hadn't started to behave like this until he had began to hang with the two of them. They were definitely rubbing off on him in the wrong way. He didn't carry his bear or doll around with him anymore and was often seen grinning for no apparent reason. When Hiro had ask what he was up too, the small chibi had replied nothing but the threat of another spanking got him somewhat back into line.
Hillary had been officially banned from the dojo after her neglect yesterday. She had put up quite a fight before she had been thrown out and threatened to visit the other bladers at the mansion instead. Hiro had shouted 'GO AHEAD!' and had slammed the door shut in her face. Grandpa had remarked about his rude behavior but Hiro could have cared less. She had been the one responsible for the four chibis and had neglected her duty to gossip with her girlfriends. He couldn't forgive her for that since one of them especially Brooklyn could have been hurt.
The incident in the pool still haunted his dreams and he didn't need another near death experience since he still felt guilt over nearly letting his boyfriend drown. Then there was the incident in the park where he had pushed him away because he thought he had a crush on another. Boy, did he have a lot to apologize for and was beginning to think that maybe they needed some therapy. He could just imagine the scene with the therapist. He probably would either be committed for insanity or arrested for being a pedophile.
They were sitting at a low table coloring with a paint that only worked on a special paper. You would touch the paint and the color only showed up on the paper. It was what they should have bought earlier if he had seen it then. A late stop by a discount retailer had introduced him to the product called Color Wonder as he had perused the aisles looking for something safe that they could use. It was a dream come true for any parent with paint happy chibis.
Brooklyn was using mostly black and appeared to be drawing a picture of Zeus. Tyson's picture looked like Dragoon from Hiro's perspective but he couldn't move since Brooklyn was using his lap as a booster seat. "What you think?" he ask with a bright smile, showing the picture to Hiro. "It looks great," Hiro remarked, "It is Zeus right?" "Yeah," Brooklyn replied, "he my bit beast and friend."
"How well I know?" Hiro murmured, darkly as he remembered the incident a few days before. That was when the phone rang and he would receive a call that would change his life. He managed to get to the phone as he heard grandpa shouting at his students in the dojo. "Moshi Moshi," he greeted after he answered it. "Hiro," Mr. Dickerson said from the other end, "I am so glad that I got in touch with you. We have a problem."
"Stanley, what's wrong?" Hiro ask, dreading the answer from the worry in the chairman's voice. "I had to come into the office today," the chairman explained, "since we are having problems with a few of the parents of the effected bladers." Hiro gulped nervously since he knew exactly where this was going. "Robert took care of Enrique and Oliver's parents," Stanley continued with a sigh, "the White Tigers explained the problem to Master Tao, who did not have a problem with it. Judy didn't have any problems since only Max was effected. The F-Dynasty twins were all ready in Romero's custody and BBA Revolution was taken care of because it was only Tyson."
He paused as Hiro dreaded the next words out of his mouth. "Well, the Blitzkrieg Boyz were not an issue since Kai and Tala have been on their own for quite some time," Stanley continued, "we are having a bit of trouble with Miguel of the Barthez Battalion but I believe that Mathilda is taking care of the problem as I speak. The problem lies with the BEGA bladers but most especially Brooklyn. I have talked to Garland's parents and they said it was okay that he stay with his friends since they are busy attending his siblings' tournaments. We can't get in touch with Mystel's parents since they live in a caravan in the deserts of Egypt. The problem basicly centers around Brooklyn."
"What do they want?" Hiro growled, thinking about the things he had recently learned about them. Since it was a cordless phone, he walked out of the room. He definitely didn't want Brooklyn to hear this conversation unless it was absolutely necessary. "They want to see their son, Hiro," Stanley informed with a sad sigh, "and there is nothing I can do to stop them. Boris is the one who had custody of him until BEGA was brought down. He was suppose to return home but he decided to stay with Garland and then you. Since he is underage, there is nothing I can do to deny their request. They are his legal guardians."
Hiro was wondering what they wanted after all of these months but maybe Brooklyn had been keeping in contact with them. "They will be arriving at my office at one," Stanley added, "and then I will bring them over to the dojo. I figured that it would be easier to have the confrontation there instead of the building. I don't want their conditions to leak out to the press. Can you imagine what would happen?"
"Yes, I can," Hiro replied with a shiver, "people like Boris would love to get their revenge since they are young and defenseless. Do you think they will take what happened to him calmly? Remember how we reacted when we saw them for the first time." "I will try to explain what happened before we arrive," Stanley explained, "but on a lighter note, I assume that you have forbidden Hillary from visiting." "Yes, I did," he informed, darkly, "if she is uncapable of doing what she is told, then she has no business hanging around the dojo. What happened to Kai and Tala?"
"Judy is watching them for the day," Stanley added with a chuckle, "and let's just say that they have learned their lesson about drawing on the walls. They are not going to be able to sit without the aid of a pillow for a while. How is Brooklyn doing?" "He apologized and I forgave him," Hiro informed, "I can't resist those chibi eyes of his but he is behaving more like Kai and Tala now. I think he has been infected with their madness to create mischief."
"I feel for you then," the elderly chairman chuckled, "you will be getting a taste of what I have experienced on a daily basis since this whole affair started. And to think that he was such an angel when all of this began." "It started after he nearly drowned," Hiro added, "and he forgave Kai. I think it might be for the best if we keep them apart for a while. I hope that he will grow out of it."
"For your sake, I hope he does as well," Mr. Dickerson replied, "I will see you in a few hours." "Ja ne," Hiro replied as he hung up. He thought perhaps it might be best if he told Brooklyn beforehand about the visit instead of allowing them to just drop by unexpectedly. He was going to have to be careful with his words since he was uncertain of how the small chibi was going to take the news. He returned to the lounge to hear the sounds of laughter as Tyson and Brooklyn were both on their feet in what appeared to be a stand-off.
Their hands were on the table for support as they eyed the other and then both darted around the table. They made a circle around the table as Hiro leaned against the door frame to watch. Their actions soon made him dizzy as they chased one another in circles, sliding on the wooden floor in their socks. It was quite amusing as his lips turned up in a smile. A few minutes later, the two fell on the floor from their chase and laughed but appeared to be a bit dizzy headed as well.
"Having fun yet?" he murmured with a smile as he picked Brooklyn up by the arms. "No," they both protested and then laughed as Hiro hugged the younger tightly. "Hero, what wrong?" Brooklyn ask with concern after they had sat back down again, "sometwing happen?" "Of course not," he lied as his mouth felt parched. How was he going to break the news to him?
He sighed and decided to let Tyson stay since he was able to calm the younger down when he got upset. "I hate lying to you, tenshi," he stated as he wished the knot in his throat would go away, "so I am going to be honest? Mr. Dickerson just called me on the phone with some unexpected news." "Is Kai and Tala coming ovah?" Brooklyn ask as he squealled and his eyes lit up with excitement, "me can't wait ta show them new picture me drew of us." He reached for a piece of paper but Hiro pulled him back roughly so they were looking one another straight in the eye again.
"Someone is coming over but it is not your friends," Hiro stated, trying to be as calm as possible, "Mr. Dickerson got a call today from your parents." Brooklyn's eyes widened from that one single word as he tried to pull away. He looked horrified, scared and frightened as Hiro's teeth gritted together in anger. What had they done to make him fear them this much? They didn't deserve to call him their son if they had traumatized him this badly.
"You gots parents," Tyson added as he looked up from his picture, "you lucky. Our mommy died when I was twree and daddy stays away." "Don't let them take me away," Brooklyn cried, throwing his arms around Hiro's neck and threatened to cut off his air, "me don't want ta leave. Pwease Hero!" His cries shook his small frame as he nearly choked on his tears.
Hiro didn't know what to do as he wrapped his arms around the chibi and held him tightly. He dreaded the confrontation that was coming as Brooklyn continued to sob. "Why he crying?" Tyson ask, sadly as he looked between the two of them, "are his mommy and daddy bad?" "Obviously," Hiro whispered, "they hurt him, Tyson." Hiro saw Tyson's small hand clench into a fist and couldn't help but think how his little brother seemed much more intelligent now than at his normal age.
He was more patient and thoughtful as Hiro wondered what was going through that young mind of his. "You can't let them take Brookie, Hero," Tyson pleaded, throwing himself at the young man, "me get Dwagoon and scare them off." A lightbulb lit up over Hiro's head as he considered a different approach to Tyson's idea. He just hoped that the bit beast would respond to him. He had some questions to ask.
When Brooklyn had finally stopped crying and had calmed down somewhat, Grandpa walked into the room from his class. A hurried explanation by Hiro reassured him that grandpa would watch over the two little dudes so he could try his idea. Hiro ran to his room and violently yanked open the drawer. The two blades were still hidden under his clothes but the black blade appeared to be normal. He pocketed it as grabbed his own beyblade from the top of the dresser and ran from the room toward the dojo.
He shut the screen door behind him as he sat down in the middle of the room and took a deep breath. "I hope this works," he murmured, "I don't know who else to turn too. Maybe he will respond since Brooklyn is in a bit of distress or so I hope." He held the black blade in the palm of his hand as he focused his thoughts on the minotaur. "Zeus," he whispered, "I need to speak with you."
He sat in silence as he meditated and was afraid that it wasn't going to work until he heard his familiar deep voice. "What do you want, human?" was the question as his eyes opened to see Zeus standing before him. He stood almost to the ceiling as his green eyes were focused directly on him but his manner didn't seem threatening. "I am busy with other matters," he said, simply, "nothing has happened to endanger my avatar so why are you so intent upon summoning me from my rest?" "I need to speak with you," Hiro informed with a deep bow to show his respect, "we have a problem."
"I sense my avatar is in a bit of distress," Zeus remarked, looking thoughtful, "what is wrong?" "Do you know anything about his past?" Hiro ask as the bit beast stared at him, "about his parents?" "What do they have to do with this?" Zeus fumed as his eyes filled with anger. "They are coming for him today," Hiro explained, "they want their son back." "They must never be allowed to care for him again," the bit beast raged and snorted in anger, "I forbid it. I am the most powerful of the Greek gods and my word is law."
"That is not enough," Hiro added, "they are his parents. There is nothing I can do to stop them from taking him if they want too." "You will fight until your last breath," the king among beasts stated as his raised voice shook the room around them, "you will not let them take him away." "I will do what I can," Hiro added, "but can you tell me why Brooklyn is so afraid of them? He never did tell me much about his parents with the exception that they are professors who taught at an university. I know nothing about them or his childhood."
The bit beast appeared to be thinking it over as his eyes locked on the younger man. "Very well," Zeus stated as he shook his head in disgust, "I will tell you what I know of them but you must promise not to tell Brooklyn what I am about to reveal to you." Hiro nodded in agreement, hoping for some insight on his boyfriend. "I came to him when he was young," he began as Hiro sat down crosslegged before the god, "a lot younger than when most bit beasts come to their bladers. He was only five years of age and all ready withdrawn from those around him. I believe that it was his anger and rage, the darkness inside of him that attracted me to him.
He did not have any friends with the exception of me. He poured out his heart and soul to me; telling me all of his secrets even those concerning his so-called parents. He had been a child prodigy in everything; not just beyblading. They used and forced him to do his best and finish first. There was no room for second place in that house. They exploited his talents and displayed him as though he was an object instead of a person. He was never treated like a child especially their son.
When he did wrong, he was punished. If they could not hit him, they would lock him in a closet or small room without any windows or light. He often would stay in such a place for many hours and they would punish him more if he came out with his face tearstained from crying. I would offer what comfort that I could provide but I was not enough. He needed human companionship but since he was made fun of and neglected, he did not know how to make friends. This continued on for many years until we met him."
The hatred in Zeus' voice suggested that he did not hold the man in high regard. "Boris Balkov saw his ability," he continued, "and met his parents. He said that he could accomplish great things if he was to join his organization. Brooklyn didn't mind since it would get him out of the house that had been a living hell for him but his parents just handed him over without even questioning the man's past. They didn't care if he was being used by someone else as long as they got fame as his parents if he became a world champion. He was simply handed over to Balkov without a second thought and of course we see where that path led."
Zeus looked at Hiro in a way that suggested it was both of their faults for what happened next. "He lost for the first time in his life," he added, "and since he didn't know how to deal with it, he went insane. I have to admit that I didn't help the situation any and fueled his anger. His pent up rage even overcame me and I pushed him to get revenge for his loss to Kai on Tyson. You and Boris did not help the situation as well."
"I gladly admit that I was a fool to push him in the way that I did," Hiro admitted with a sad sigh, "I should have never forced him to blade in that final match. I saw what the loss had done to him and I too ignored the warnings. I have regretted my decision since and have apologized many times for what I had done. Garland became protective of him after the match especially when he was admitted to the hospital for a few weeks. He nearly beat me up when I stopped by for a visit to apologize for my deeds."
"None of that matters now," Zeus remarked, brushing it off, "It is all in the past. We need to focus on the present and prevent his parents from taking him from your care. The darkness in his heart is gone and has been replaced by the light of friendship and love. It has only grown more since the chibification as it should have. Enemies are now friends as it should be."
"Why were they turned into chibis?" Hiro ask with impatience, "I think I deserve an explanation. After all, look at what I have gone through in the past few days." "You will get your answers soon," the god snorted but it sounded more like laughter, "but we must concentrate on our problem at hand. I will do what I can to prevent their interference and I have an idea if we can gather enough power. We will need the help of a few of the other bladers. I can not do this alone."
"Robert might be able to help," Hiro stated with a funny look in his eye, "can you wait for just a moment?" The minotaur shook his head as Hiro pulled out his cell phone and called the mansion. Gustaf obviously answered the phone as he ask to talk to Robert. "Robert, I need a favor," he said simply as he smiled. Five minutes later, he was off the phone, smiling as he put the phone back in his pocket. "Help is on the way," Hiro stated, "can you work with the other bit beasts?"
"That is not a problem," Zeus replied, "if we can pull this off, it will be quite an accomplishment for both humans and bit beasts." Hiro did not like the grin on the god's face but did not question him. It was tweleve thirty before Robert arrived along with Kai, Daichi and Lei. They didn't have much time as they gathered everyone in the dojo. Before Hiro could even ask why Kai had come, the question was answered for him. "He wouldn't allow us to leave without him when he heard us mention Brooklyn's name," Robert explained, "so we brought him along to prevent another tantrum." "I will protect Brookie," Kai declared, pulling the younger into his arms, who relaxed from his embrace, "me won't let those meanies take him."
"That is very thoughtful of you, Kai," Hiro remarked, giving Tyson Dragoon, "but it is not necessary. We have a plan." "Who has a plan?" Robert ask with his arms crossed, "and why did you want the three of us?" "Because we need help," Hiro stated, "Zeus needs the power of bit beasts that didn't tamper with their avatar's ages." Robert, Lei and Daichi turned around to see the god beast had popped out of his bit chip and was standing behind them.
Their mouths including Robert's had dropped open as he looked at them and raised an eyebrow like a human would. "Zeus," Brooklyn shouted, happily and running to his protector, "me miss you." "As have I you," the beast replied, letting the chibi hug his legs, "I need the help of your bit beasts especially Dranzer and Dragoon." Kai's bit chip lit up as Dranzer appeared in a flurry of red and gold flames but he did not seem too upset at seeing the one who had helped take her life months before. "What do you need from me?" he trilled in a voice that was vibrant with life and sounded like a beautiful melody that memorized the other bladers. "It is quite simple actually," the god beast stated with a smirk as he explained his plan.
Mr. Dickerson arrived shortly after one with Brooklyn's parents; Narcissa and Lucius Kingston. The elderly chairman was a bit afraid of what would happen at this meeting especially concerning Hiro as they were welcomed by the oldest of the Kinomiya family and escorted into the lounge. It was too quiet in the house and the mood was somber like someone had died. Grandpa Ryu started to serve tea as Narcissa looked around the room. "Where is our son, Mr. Dickerson?" she replied or rather demanded, "You said he was staying here." (A/N - Inside joke as to where I got their names from? lol)
Stanley wiped his forehead with his handkerchief as Grandpa answered for him. "The kids are out in the dojo," he replied, "they will join us in a few minutes, yo." Her eyebrow raised from his language and use of it. Grandpa laughed as he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. Stanley could not blame Hiro for hating these two people.
They were two of the most unpleasant adults that he had ever encountered in his lifetime. They were selfish and rude; not to mention that they seemed to care only about their own appearance and not Brooklyn's welfare. He briefly wondered how Brooklyn had turned out so well and did not blame the youth for what happened in his match with Tyson after having to live with them for fifteen years. Narcissa Kingston was a tall, thin woman with vibrant red hair. She had dark green eyes that were quick to judge and anger.
Lucius Kingston was tall like his wife but more muscular. He had blond hair and soft blue eyes. He was more quiet than his wife but he had an air of a man that you did not want to cross. The expression on his face was always serious and cold. Stanley was normally outgoing and fair but these two people had tested his patience until the very end. He was about ready to tell them where they could shove it or at least hit them with a mean right hook.
They heard a door open as Hiro appeared. He had a serious and calculating expression upon his face as his arms crossed against his chest. "This is my grandson, Kinomiya Hiroshi," Grandpa introduced, "and the coach of your son's team." "Nice to meet you," Hiro ground out as his teeth gritted together. "We are here to see Brooklyn," Mrs. Kingston replied, crossly, "not his coach. Where is our son?" "Did Mr. Dickerson tell you what happened?" Hiro ask.
"Not exactly," Mr. Kingston stated, his voice cold with a hard edge to it, "he just said that there had been an accident and that he was staying here with you." Hiro inwardly sighed with relief at Stanley's inability to explain the situation. It just saved them a lot of problems. "I want to see my son," Narcissa stated, "and there is nothing you can do to stop us from taking him home. He is our son and he is coming home with us."
"Only if I want too," came another voice as Brooklyn stepped into the room. Mr. Dickerson dropped his cup of tea in his lap as his mouth hung open with shock. Hiro had not told him that Brooklyn had changed back. Standing in the doorway was the sixteen year old blader dressed not in his usual white uniform but clothed totally in black. He was wearing black leather pants with a tight black tank top with several pieces of silver jewelry including an earring.
Black leather boots topped off the outfit as he stood there glaring at the two adults sitting at the low table. "Brooklyn, darling," Mrs. Kingston greeted with a false smile and acting quite motherly. "Don't put on this vile act," Brooklyn snapped as his eyes glowed for a brief moment, "everyone in this room is aware of my past and know how you treated me." Mr. Kingston stood up suddenly from that accusation. "You do not speak to your mother in that manner," he snapped, "get your belongings because we are going home."
"I am not going anywhere with either of you," Brooklyn spat as Stanley couldn't help but think something was different about the prodigy blader's attitude, "neither of you are parents in my eyes and I am staying right here." He was eminenting an aura like the one during his match and Hiro was standing there with a smirk on his face. Something was not right but Stanley couldn't quite put his finger on it. Lucius grabbed Brooklyn by the shirt but that was a mistake as he began to radiant the same purplish-black energy from before. "I would take my hands off if I was you," Brooklyn hissed, his eyes dilating as a black mask cast his eyes deep into shadow, "otherwise, you will pay for it. I will not go home with you and from now on, you are to stay away from me."
The purplish energy pushed Lucius away as his eyes narrowed. "You don't test me, boy," he spat, "or you will learn some manners." "Oh really," Brooklyn replied cockily, "I would like to see you try." Lucius lunged at Brooklyn, who side stepped at the last moment and the middle-aged man ran right into Hiro's fist. The resounding crack made everyone in the room shudder from the sound as Hiro smiled evilly.
"I believe you deserved that," he smirked with an arrogant air, "No one attacks a member of my team in my presence and for your information, I took Kendo lessons from my grandfather. Unlike him, I don't have a problem with using my skill against those who are weaker and without honor." Lucius was holding his nose that was bleeding as he glared between the two. "He is my son!" the man demanded, "you have no right to keep him from us or tell me how to disclipse him!" "I do," Hiro added with a smirk, "if you are mistreating him. Brooklyn has told me a bit about his punishments. Locking someone in the closet for failure is not acceptable or is beating him for simply crying."
Both of his parents' eyes narrowed from that accusation as their lips pursed together in a thin angry line. "So now are you a liar as well as a loser?" his father taunted but Brooklyn didn't succomb to it. He just stood there arrogantly with his arms crossed in a manner that was quite unexpected. Mr. Dickerson was wondering what was going on for Brooklyn to stay so calm and emotionally detached. "I'm not the loser," Brooklyn stated, coldly, "you are."
"What did you say?" his father demanded, his voice full of anger that could not be concealed. "I said that you are the loser," Brooklyn repeated, cockily, "I may have lost a match but at least I can admit my mistakes. My gifts aren't meant to be used by others for their own evil purposes especially for greed. You are the ones who handed me over to Balkov without question because you wanted the fame that I could give you. Well, I am tired of being your lackey and I do not claim you as my parents anymore. My team is my family now and I have no need of you. So get out of my life and don't make any trouble for me; otherwise, you will live to regret it."
Brooklyn turned to walk away but his father jumped forward and landed a fist into his son's jaw. Brooklyn reeled back but was caught by Hiro, who held him upright as Grandpa Ryu jumped up suddenly, waving his shinai. "That was the wrong thing to do, father," Brooklyn sneered as his eyes glowed green for a brief moment and he launched into a roundhouse kick of his own. His boot made contact with Lucius' head and pushed the man back. The black fire encased his entire body as Hiro stood still and let the teen take care of the situation.
His parents obviously hadn't watched the match as Hiro heard his shirt rip and the black wings emerge from his back. He definitely looked like a monster now as his parents backed away from him. "See what you have done to me," he snarled, his voice deep and his eyes glowing, "You are the ones responsible for turning me into this monster." For once the older Kingstons were silent and stood cowering before their son. Hiro really wanted to get involved in the melee but knew that the teen had to take care of this on his own.
He could feel the fear emienting off of the parents and smirked from it. He really wanted to beat Lucius into a pulp but it wasn't his job. His job was to help Brooklyn get over his past and make him as happy as possible in the present. "I want nothing to do with you anymore," Lucius spat as he grabbed his wife, "you are nothing but a monstrosity, an abnormality, a freak. I regret the day you were even born. You are no longer our son and you are to stay away from us."
Brooklyn didn't even flinch from their harsh words as he stood there with his arms across his chest. "Fine," he replied after a moment, "leave and never bother me again. Otherwise, I won't be able to control my actions in the future if I see you again." He dismissed them coldly as he waved them off with a hand and turned his back on them as they gathered themselves and practically ran to the door. The wings retracted into his back as he began to laugh with a cruelty that those present hadn't heard before.
Stanley just watched as the two adults left in quite a rush from Brooklyn's behavior. They had been eager to get to their car and had not protested his request for freedom. Brooklyn's chuckles made Stanley cringe as Hiro burst into laughter when Grandpa had said the two had definitely left. "That was easy," the teen remarked, "free of them forever. That is how it was meant to be."
"Hiro, why didn't you tell me that Brooklyn had returned to normal?" Stanley demanded with a huff. "Mr. Dickerson, this is not Brooklyn," Hiro stated, quite calmly as the youth before him nodded. "I don't understand," he remarked as Hiro yelled in the hall, "the coast is clear!" "Hero," came a shout as a small chibi with the same colored hair ran into the room and tackled him around the legs, "are they gone?" "Yes, they are out of your life for good," Hiro stated, laughing as he picked up the small chibi and hugged him tightly.
The chairman looked between the two and sweatdropped. "I don't understand," he remarked as Kai appeared along with Daichi, Robert and Lei. "Did ya sware them?" Kai ask the older Brooklyn, who nodded as Kai smirked. They both then high-fived the other and both of them laughed. "What is going on here?" the chairman demanded a few moments later, "why are there two Brooklyns?" "This is the Brooklyn that we all know and love," Hiro explained to the chibi in his arms, "the other is a mirror image or you could call him Brooklyn's guardian angel."
"That was pretty funny," Daichi laughed to the older, "I loved how you kicked that basturd." "Daichi, language," Grandpa reminded with a scowl but then smiled, "but I have to admit that I was tempted to do it myself." "Now, I can't blame him for the way he behaved," Lei remarked with a scowl, "what awful parents!" "I should say," Robert added, "their behavior was unbecoming of a parent. Seeing their awful behavior makes me appreciate my own more."
"I agree with that," Lei added with a nod as Stanley continued to look confused. Who was this imposter and what had Hiro meant by his guardian angel? "I see that you still haven't figured it out, dude," Grandpa remarked, slapping the chairman on the back a little too hard and nearly knocking him to the ground, "try to think of someone who is all black and you've got your man." "Or bit beast," the older Brooklyn smirked as Stanley's mouth dropped open again. "You mean that is-" he stuttered as he pointed at the duplicate. "Zeus at your service," the imposter introduced with a bow, "king of the gods of Mt. Olympus."
Everyone stared at Mr. Dickerson in amusement since he didn't know whether to be impressed that the head god of the Greek gods was standing before him and introducing himself so politely or scared that one of the most powerful bit beasts in the world was before him. "How?" he managed to mutter, "how did you do it? Why do you look like Brooklyn?" "You will have to ask the bit beasts if you want an explanation," Lei informed, "we can't explain how they did it exactly. There is still so much that we don't understand about them or their power."
"We have the ability to come out of our blades," Zeus continued, "not just in matches but also in human form. Usually we take on the form of our avatar with some differences in our appearances. Normally, I would be able to do this without any problem but chibifying Brooklyn took a lot of my power and I needed a little help to maintain this form long enough to meet his parents. We could not change him back to his normal age. That spell will have to wear off on its own so this was the only option that we had."
"That is where they came in," Hiro added as he motioned toward the others, "Griffolyon, Gaia Dragoon & Galeon along with my Metal Driger gave Zeus enough power for him to maintain Brooklyn's appearance since they did not use their powers. Dranzer and Dragoon are the ones who convinced them to help. They also offered what little power they had left to help Zeus out as well." "Speaking of Dragoon," Robert remarked as he looked around, "where is Tyson?" "He was just with us," Daichi remarked as everyone sweatdropped.
That was when they heard it - the sound of a small voice yelling, "LET IT RIP!" The next thing they heard was a loud explosion that shook the entire house. Hiro, Robert and Lei sweatdropped at the same time as Zeus began to laugh along with Kai and Daichi. It sounded as though Dragoon MS had taken out an entire wall of the dojo. Hiro smiled weakly at Grandpa, who growled as he looked at his oldest grandson.
Hiro slowly handed the real Brooklyn over to Robert, who looked shocked that he was being given a child to babysit. "HIROSHI!" Grandpa Ryu bellowed as he waved his shinai, "You will be replacing that wall this time!" Hiro took off at a sprint through the open door with Grandpa hot on his heels. The other occupants in the room looked at the two and then started to laugh. "It was a bad idea for him to give Tyson back his beyblade," Lei remarked inbetween his own bouts of laughter.
"Dragoon is not too happy with Tyson at the moment as well," Zeus added with a weird gleam in his eyes, "I think both Tyson and Hiro will pay for this." "About time," Kai spoke up as he rubbed his sore bottom and winced, "that Hero get hurt instead of us." "But hasn't he been through enough all ready?" Daichi remarked, looking quite thoughtful, "I don't think he's going to survive this." "Are any of us going to survive this ordeal?" Lei ask as he wiped his eyes from the tears that had come from his laughter, "I think that is the more valid question." A loud scream from outside made the three teens, one god beast and two chibis burst into more laughter. It seemed that poor Hiro wasn't going to see the end of this torment anytime soon.
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