The Unpredictable Battlefield
Chapter 5 – The Strange Challenger.
TyKa
"We can't afford any more mistakes. Destroy him if you plan on having a successful future boy."
The blond's lips pressed into a firm line and he twitched on the spot. "I know I know…" He was interrupted by the aged man before him; he picked up the folder beneath him on his desk and threw it into the teenagers face.
"You obviously don't know! Destroy Kai before he destroys you!" A heavy sigh left the CEO's dry throat as he walked around his desk with his arms folded together. "He's here in Russia Calvin and he is moments away from discovering this game he has signed up to without knowing it."
Bending down to the ground to pick up all the paperwork and place it into the folder neatly, Calvin rolled his eyes in a bored expression. "Voltaire, I'd get those inheritance papers ready now if I were you. I heard Kai loves a little drink now and then when he's stressed." He finished and stepped forward to drop his distant relatives work onto the desk.
Voltaire focused his un-emotional eyes on the boy like a predator. He wasn't happy to hear that his full blooded heir was in danger, but this experience just opened up the Hiwatari's eyes as to how unreliable and unstable Kai was.
"There is just one problem Calvin, what do you plan on telling the Granger?"
Calvin shrugged and glanced at the businessman over his shoulder. "He's nothing to do with this deal Voltaire, so I have nothing to tell Tyson." He answered honestly with a hint of respect. Despite that the assassin was on the edge of destroying his victim, he didn't see the need to continue spilling blood on this Earth.
"Tyson is here Calvin. So as of today, he just became a part of the deal. Keep Tyson busy and life should be much easier…"
For fuck sake Tyson – The blond half Russian-Japanese boy growled to himself. The pressure was finally starting to eat him up, especially now his half-brother was only moments away from discovering that he was in a vicious circle.
Pulling my suitcase off the carousel, a huge growl escaped from my stomach. I've never really been keen on Russian food, but the smell of it is just… phoah!
NO! Come on man! You can stuff your face later! Let's just find Kai first then drag him back to Japan!
I have got that lost into the drama that I've started to think and gave myself the headache. Even whilst I was sitting on the plane, I don't remember much of the journey because I was too busy daydreaming about Kai. All I did was stare out the window and watch the clouds play their tricks on me.
Kai was standing there on the cloud with his Dranzer locked firmly in his sweaty palms – his fiery eyes were lined up with my current position. He had that devilish grin glued to his dry lips and his muscles were tense.
Oh I loved it when he gave me that look, it made me feel so alive.
When we are both in the zone, I honestly stop caring about the world around me and I just focus on Kai. Without him, my life wouldn't be the same and secretly, it's like he is my drug. I can't get enough of him when we are alone.
Yet here I am! Looking for him alone in Russia!
I step outside the airport and feel my heart rise into my throat. I'm like a stray kitten lost in a big country all on my own. Oh I wish I let Max come with me now – I gulped to myself with regret eating away at me.
Yet just when I thought things couldn't get any worse in this cold and miserable looking country, I have this sudden urge playing up within the back of my mind. It's as if I have forgotten something. What would I forget? Usually Kenny shouts after me to double check I have packed everything.
Then it hit me; the famous item I always miss when I'm rushing around – "I FORGOT MY TOOTHBRUSH!"
"Look, I'm really in a hurry, just give me a toothbrush…" I paused when the Russian shop owner just looked at me like I was crazy asylum patient.
He doesn't speak English, damn I forgot that Russia had its own language… What the hell is toothbrush in Russian anyways? Urgh where is Kai when you need him? Wait till I get my hands on him!
I then placed my hands on to the counter and leaned closer to say, "Tooooooothbrush."
Still, no good. Damn it!
By now the man was stepping back whilst glancing his eyes over to the security cameras in the corner of the store. Oh yea, I'd seen them too – I was so tempted to wave and introduce myself in a sarcastic manner.
Eventually I started to make up my own sign language – using the hand gesture of brushing your teeth to the man. Still he looked bewildered and it was starting to do my head in – HE IS WASTING MY TIME! I NEED TO FIND KAI YOU DUMB F…. URGH!
"Oh forget it…" I snapped and sighed heavily lowering my head with disappointment. "I guess this will teach me a lesson to not forget my toothbrush again."
Great, I have to go through the feeling of having manky teeth just to find Kai. The things you do for your friends!
"I heard you are famous for forgetting things."
"I can be." I answered, not really in the mood to speak to anyone. I just wanted to ask around and find Kai – Is he safe? Is he well? And what's he doing? He better not be hunting down his assassin because knowing that creep, he was already on Kai's trail. Oh man Kai I miss you!
Anyways, the last time I heard, I am more famous for being the beyblade world champion – I blinked to myself and slowly turned around to face the unfamiliar voice. The kid was standing there with a smooth expression all on his pale face, yet he had a cocky gesture by sliding his hand into his pocket.
He was wearing a blue t-shirt, black baggy jeans and a pair of black boots on his feet. Yet his hands both were covered with black thin gloves with the odd studded bracelets on his wrist. He looked bad ass in a weird way – which kind of reminded me of someone I know.
Oh come on Tyson, a lot of men are influenced in your style than Kai's and you know it!
Still he reminded me of Kai a little. Is it the fashion trend here in Russia? To look intimidating and sour-puss-like?
"Here let me get you what you're looking for." The teenager then spoke some gibberish to the shop owner. After a few seconds, he started laughing and he placed his hand onto my shoulder. "Tyson, I don't know how to tell you this, but they don't have any in stock."
"Well…" I gasped hard to keep down my temper. But we all know that I have never really been any good at swallowing my temper. "I better be off then huh? Thanks anyways, I really appreciate it!"
But just as I went to turn on my heel to walk out the door, the blond stranger refused to let go of my shoulder. His finger pressed harder into my muscle and he held me still on the spot. My heavy bag then dug into my hip and my leg muscles went weak.
What is this guy playing at?!
"Hang on Tyson. Why are you wondering around Moscow on your own?" He asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
I slapped his arm off my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. "Dude, I am looking for a friend of mine. Now get your digits off me." I demanded, not realising that this Russian speaking man could help me.
"Perhaps I could help you. Do you know where he went?"
And there it was! The music to my ears. The bacon on the cheese burger. The jewel in the crown. Oh he wants to help me! I like this guy already.
I lit up and flashed him my famous goofy grin smile. "I…uh…." For a moment I generally couldn't speak or think properly - It's as if I had brain freeze.
The blond boy then tilted his head and then turned his head back to the shop owner – again he spoke some more Russian gibberish before handing me a warm drink. A hot chocolate, wow. That was kind of him? I don't even know what the guy's name is yet. Hmmm.
"Look, relax and drink this. You look cold and confused." He slowly then walked out the shop with me. "Now, where are you going? Think Tyson and take your time."
The warm liquid then trickled its way down my body and it was so refreshing. Not to mention it was tasty, it was like the guy really put chocolate in to it. But when the blond stranger's comments finally registered in my mind – I paused and lifted my head high.
"BioVault. Why else would he come to Russia!? Do you know where the abbey is? You know…"
"Maybe I do Tyson. It's a dark place to go." He interrupted sounding a little off-key for a moment. Slowly I then watched him pull his purple beyblade from his black belt. "I will tell you where it is if you beat me in a beyblade match."
I dropped the hot chocolate in my right hand and smirked at the intruder. "Oh you're on. But first, you have to tell me your name." I answered and reached into my pocket to flash my Dragoon beyblade at the opponent. Never will I decline a beyblade match against anyone!
He nodded with approval at the intimidating beyblade and smiled weakly. "My name is Calvin. It's an honour to finally meet you Tyson."
'Boris, change of plan. Let the Hiwatari out of his cage.'~
A/N: Wow that was a really long chapter. I hope it answered a lot of your questions ;). Anyways, I'm sorry if there are some really bad typos or grammar mistakes, I'm not the strongest reader in the world and my eyes just give up after reading so much. Oh yes, that's the joys of being Dyspraxic.
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