2 years later
News of a brand new beyblade tournament travelled fast round the world. The tournament was held mostly to welcome the new C.E.O of the BBA and also in memory of those who died in The Sky-line Hotel massacre.
The chosen country was England which had many bladers remembering a certain blader.
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Kai frowned to himself as he waited for his team-mates outside their changing room. He had watched Nathan enter another changing room, carrying what looked like a purple coat and a green waist-coat. The half-Japanese male was dressed in a suit of all things and wearing glasses.
Glasses? I'm fairly sure Nathan didn't wear glasses. Kai thought. Not long after Nathan had entered the changing room, May-lin and Elizabeta appeared talking animatedly about something. Both carried costumes.
"Hey Kai. What you staring at?" Ian inquired as he poked his head out of his room. Both Russians watched May-lin push open Team Dark-Water's changing room door and was reward with a song being played a full blast.
"What the hell?" Bryan yelled, joining the other two. Whatever Elizabeta and May-lin were seeing had made them erupt into fits of giggles before charging into the room. "What the heck are they playing?" Bryan asked. The other two Russians couldn't answer. The floor beneath began to vibrate.
"Caramelldansen."
"The what?" Ian questioned as Tala joined his team mates. A sly smirk appeared on Kai's face. Spencer was quicker then he was.
"And how would you know Tala?" The blond brute chuckled from before the red head. Tala's face turned the same shade as his hair.
"Erm...well...Let's just get ready damn it!"Tala hissed getting more and more flustered by the minute. Bryan, Ian and Spencer laughed while Kai merely chuckled quietly to himself.
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Kai hummed a little to himself as he made his way to the main area. He had left his team mates in order to clear his mind. Why, the Russian had no idea but old habits die hard.
Cold Crimson eyes trailed along the floor but Kai heard something shuffled just ahead of him. He looked up only to see an oddly dressed figure flicked through a deck of cards. Shaking his head, Kai carried on walking.
"Excuse me? Are you Kai Hiwatari?"
Kai stopped and glanced over to the figure. They had their head bowed so Kai couldn't see what they looked like through the thick mass of green curls. They wour a purple and green outfit that sort of fitted together. Kai raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Who wants to know?"
The figure chuckled as they put the deck of cards in their pocket and pulled out something small and black. "No reason really. I just want to ask you a question."
Kai turned to face the figure fully. "If you're a crazy stalker forget it. I don't have time." Kai hissed. The figure said nothing at first. Then, with speed that surprised Kai, the figure pinned the Russian against the wall. They lifted their head up to show pale white skin, dark eyes and the most horrifying painted grin.
"Why so serious?"
The figure laughed again as Kai struggled. Whoever the person was, they were certainly strong. Kai's eyes widened as the figure placed a blade against the corners of his mouth.
"Let's put a smile on that face!"
Kai stared straight in the figures eyes, finding something very familiar in the light purple orbs that bore back.
Wait…Light purple? Kai licked his lips. "Jemma?" Kai inquired. The figure paused, blinked twice then burst out into hysterical laughter before letting Kai go.
"How'd ya guess?" The English girl wondered, placing the knife (which was plastic) back in the pocket of her coat. Kai straighten his top and tried to compose himself.
"Your eyes are a dead giveaway." Kai spat. He slowly took a lock of Jemma's now green hair between his fingers. "You dyed your hair green?" Jemma pulled the lock of hair away and shook her head.
"It's a wig dolt. I would never dye my blue hair green. My hair is my pride and joy." Jemma replied. Kai shivered a little. "Surprised ya, didn't it." The female before him giggled. Kai glared hard.
"What the hell is your problem? Why did you have to dress up like a clown!" he yelled in reply. Jemma huffed and put her hands onto her hips.
"He's not a clown. He's the clown." Jemma paused and pulled off a fairly dramatic pose. "I am Batman's main rival and arch-nemesis! I am The Joker!"
Kai stared blankly at her causing Jemma to huff. "Oh well, what can I expect? You've never seen Batman before so how the heck would you know who Joker was." She mumbled.
"Couldn't you have dressed you as someone different? Maybe someone a little saner?" Kai suggested. The outfit plus that scary grin was really freaking him out. Jemma giggled.
"No Batman villain is sane. I was going to dress up as Jonathan Crane but Nathan's already dressed him." She replied with a small shrug of her shoulders. Kai cursed in Russian. Jemma pulled her wrist into view, showing off a silver and black batman watch. "Would ya look at the time. I've gotta go." She turned to leave Kai seethering but the Russian wasn't about to let her off lightly.
"Baaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Jemma screamed loudly and spun round. She glared at Kai who gave her a counter glare. The pair continued to glare at each other before Jemma snorted and turned to leave. "Jerk!" she yelled over her shoulder. Then in a swirl of purple fabric, Jemma was gone.
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The rookie team opposite Team Dark-Water stared nervously. They had watched an oddly dress female join the group. A chores of "Alright Captain!" and "You look happy Captain." Was heard.
"First up for the first ever match of the new British Tournament. Joey Thompson VS Nathan Hikaru."
A tall lanky boy stood and made his way over to the bey-dish. He fiddled with his beyblade before hearing the sound of footsteps. Joey looked up and stared at the smartly dressed figure walking up to the dish.
High above, on a balcony over looking the whole thing, Tyson Granger frowned to himself. "Since when did Nathan wear a suit?" He mumbled to himself then turned to Kenny. "Nathan never wour a suit when we were at the hotel." Before Kenny could reply, someone else answered.
"I'm surprised you can even remember that far." Bryan chuckled earning a glare from Tyson. The bladers were silent, watching Nathan take off the glasses and place a poorly snitched burlap sack over his head.
Joey took a small step back in fear. Nathan smirked behind his mask, getting into character. He may have not been a big Batman fan (Jemma could out-shine anyone on that topic), he knew it meant a lot to Jemma if he acted like Jonathan Crane right down to a tea. Nathan loaded his blade into his launcher.
"What's a matter? Scared?"
Joey shook his head. "Who are you suppose to be?" he inquired, getting into position.
"3!"
Nathan stared blankly back at Joey but any emotion he was showing was blocked by the burlap sack. "Me? I am the nightmare that haunts your sleep."
"2!"
"The Master of Fear himself."
"1!"
"Scarecrow!"
"Let it rip!"
Both blades went sailing into the dish as Jemma gave out a loud squeak and pretended to fan herself. From up high the old bladers watched display all the while thinking of only thing.
They better be good competition.
And that, Ladies and gentlemen, is the end of Of Murder and Madness. Thank you to School Boredom and to everyone else who reviewed this story.