What would Kai do?
Bad Advice?
"If you're trying to be more like Kai – You should probably get fan-girls to chase you or…"
"I'm not trying to be like Kai! It's just he's having an influence on the way I think." Tyson snapped and sulked on his bed sluggishly. "I cannot believe I got kicked out of school for a week. Grandpa will murder me when I get home."
A laugh left Max's throat. "Fair play to you Tyson. You really are talk of the school right now." He smiled and sat down on the bed next to him. "If I were you, I'd take advantage of this opportunity and practise on my beyblading." The blond American added.
Tyson perked up out his pillow with an eyebrow raised. "You do know Grandpa will ground me right? Oh man, this is a disaster!" He sat up straight again and pulled his beyblade out his jean pocket.
What would Kai do? Pft – he'd have walked out and went out to train hours ago. Jeez, that guy gets up at the crack of dawn without making a sound.
A smile then appeared over the Dragoon holders lips. "Lets go out and train then buddy. Grandpa can shout at me when I get back." He winked cockily and jumped off his bed.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Max double checked.
"Lets face it. Do I ever learn where the line is until I step it?" Tyson laughed and rushed out the front door while trying to put his shoes on at the same time. "I'm the world champion! I can do whatever I want. And lets face it Max, if I was trying to be like Kai, I'd be ten times more bad ass then him!"
That was until the mouthy Granger bumped into his worthy rival. Kai.
The Russian eyed his teammate in a cold manner. "Watch where you're going Tyson." He snarled and dug his hands into his pockets. As usual, the blue haired male just stood there and watched the toned Japanese male help himself up off the ground.
"Talk of the devil." Max waved and walked out the dojo front door. "Hey Kai."
"Hi to you too." Tyson rolled his chestnut brown eyes and undusted himself. "Yea, we were mentioning you. How you never turn up to the training sessions anymore. By the way, is great if you're not the captain."
The blond and blue eyed Draciel holder grabbed hold of his best friends shoulder and yanked it sharply to shut him up. "Actually, Tyson has just got kicked out of school for a week for being 'rebellious'. Perhaps you should give him some advice Kai? You know?" Max tried to sooth the awkward tension in the atmosphere.
But it never seemed to work out.
"Kicked out of school?" The Hiwatari repeated and paused for a moment to think things through. "And you have the cheek to complain I'm never at the training sessions. Tyson, you're not going to be going for a long time."
"Oh get over yourself Kai." Tyson growled and turned his back to his captain. "I will be attending those training sessions wither Grandpa likes it or not."
"Tyson…" Max gasped. "You're making the situation worse."
"We'll see." The Dranzer holder closed his eyes.
Kai acknowledged the rebellious trait that was developing within his 'friend'. It was rather enjoyable to watch, especially when the lone-wolf knew the champion wouldn't get very far. Everyone knows a loud mouth gets what they deserve eventually from upsetting the wrong person.
"Erm Kai." Max waved his hand in front of his face. "About that advice for Tyson…"
"Just do what you want." Kai grinned devilishly and began making his way into the dojo. "And don't get caught."
Max's jaw flew open with shock. "That wasn't the type of advice I was expecting." He mumbled and looked at his best friend curiously to see his reaction.
Obviously – The Dragoon holder had heard all this before. But he had to be reminded about the 'being caught' section. Everyone knows most good people are swine's who haven't been caught.
"He's right. Just do what you gotta do. See Max, this is why I need to go out and make the most of this exclusion." Tyson spoke, seeing the complete wrong end of the message. "I can really learn a move or two."
"You know what? I give up." Max slapped his forehead. "I'm going back to school. Lunch is over. See you later Tyson."
Tyson then acknowledged the change in the atmosphere because of his friend's reaction. But all he could do was bite down on his bottom lip and watch him swing his bag onto his back and disappear in to the distance. He didn't want any more trouble on his plate.