Hi again guys!

This one took me longer, sorry.

K, on we go!

Street Life

Chapter 7

Far away from the mangy town, stood a pretty one. No faults in this town. A place where you can let your kids out to run around and play, not having to worry about people taking them. There were no such people here.

Also, in that town, was a very-well built dojo.

Now the dojo held 4 very famous and very special people. Boys, to be exact. And at this present moment, they were doing what they did best: Beyblading.

"COME ON, DRIGGER!"

"GO, DRACIEL!"

HIT 'EM HARD, DRAGOON!"

"NOOOO, DIIIZZZZIIII!"

Three beyblades retuned to three surprised bladers, their heads turned towards the direction where this unexpected burst came from.

A boy with brown hair that totally masked his eyes was pouring over a little laptop that was in his lap.

"Urgh! She crashed again! I can't understand why she keeps failing on me."

Ray, the sympathetic one with long black hair, walked forward and said, "I'm sure it's nothing serious, Chief, I bet there's just some odd component gone a bit wrong. You'll figure it out, I'm sure."

"………………Yeah, maybe……….." Kenny said back.

Tyson, the boy with navy blue hair, lifted an eyebrow and laced his arms behind his head, "If you ask me, your spending way too much time with that hunk of junk, Kenny. Come have some fun with the rest of us, dude"

"Sorry, Tyson," Kenny grumbled, " But this 'hunk of junk' is my kind of fun, now excuse me!"

The others watched as he stuck his nose back into his work, behind his laptop and didn't come back over it.

Tyson shrugged, whatever, Kenny" He turned towards his blonde friend, while pulling his blade out "Hey Max! Want a match?"

"Duh, when don't I?" answered the other, also bringing his blade from his pocket.

They both walked over to the dish and stood opposite each other. They readied their blades and waited for someone to give the count-down.

"THREE………TWO………ONE! LET IT RIP!"

The two bladers pulled hard on their launchers, sending their beyblades swiftly into the dish, where they began to ram each other, sending sparks into the air.

Ray, who had given the count down, decided to go inside for a while, seeing as he was not needed here. Those two were busy with the match and Kenny had Dizzi to sort out. That left him with a bit of relaxation time.

Ray walked into the dojo, heading for the kitchen. It didn't take long to get there, he knew this dojo almost as well as Tyson did by now. Once he was there he found Tyson's Grandpa watching the news with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Yo, dawg" he said. His way of telling Ray he knew he was there.

"Mornin', Grandpa" Ray replied.

Ray clanked around the cupboards for a while before finding a clean glass and getting himself a class of water. He then walked over to watch the T.V. beside Mr. Granger.

He concentrated on it for only a while but there was nothing interesting, and his mind floated else where. He began to wonder what was going on with Kai these days.

He had left to go to his Grandfather three days ago. He didn't seem very happy about it. In fact, he looked down-right outraged about it.

He obviously didn't want to go there, but he hadn't said anything about refusing to go. He had the air of being forced.

Ray could honestly say he was worried about Kai. He was his team captain, and as everyone knows, Voltaire is not the nicest person you'll ever meet.

'Understatement of the year' Ray thought to himself.

He also felt very sorry for his captain too. Kai had always lived with his git-of-a-grandfather, and it made Ray wonder just what happened to his parents and why he lived with Voltaire and not them? It was very strange.

He snapped out of his thoughts as something came onto the news.

"A striking news flash has just come in!" said the woman on the screen, "A horrid thing has been found! Apparently, not far away from the town of Kipcha (I made it up) a black limousine has been discovered lying mangled in a ditch. The car was completely destroyed."

"Hey, Ray what's on the news?" asked Tyson as the three others walked into the room.

"Sssshhh!" Ray hissed back, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"It has been found out that the car was belonging to a Mr. Voltaire Hiwatari. The car was being used to transport his Grandson, Mr. Kai Hiwatari to the well known Hiwatari mansion. It is believed that the unfortunate 15 year old was inside the car as it became out of control and landed in the deadly-steep ditch. Lets move to the scene…"

Everyone gasped as the camera changed and showed them a limousine, upside down, trashed and still flaming from where it obviously had blown after the crash.

Before they got a good look, a reporter stood in the way, "Indeed this is an incredible disaster. The car was so heavily damaged that there is no chance of finding the bodies which are most likely burnt to nothing. Both young Kai Hiwatari and the so far unknown driver, will be surely missed. Here is the Voltaire Hiwatari to give his opinion…"

The reported turned to reveal and old man standing behind her. But instead of looking upset over the whole thing, he had his usual stony look plastered upon his face. If anything, he looked smug.

"Mr. Voltaire, what will happen for you now, are you devastated by your Grandson's and only living heir to your family name has suddenly and tragically lost his life?"

Voltaire stood up straighter, "of coarse I am. Just like any other Grandfather would, I loved my Grandson very much, his death pulls at my heart. But I cannot dwindle on what has happened. I must swiftly move on if I am to carry on with the rest of my life."

"But what about your wealth, what will you do with it once you are-excuse me- no longer around?"

"I have already planned to give my entire fortune to the Balkov family. They have served me well through-out the years and deserve my gratitude."

"Right, oh we've run out of time back to you Sandra" and the reporter disappeared.

Before the other woman came back on the screen, a small click and a black screen told the boys that Mr. Granger had turned off the T.V.

Each one of them sat or stood, shock written over each face.

I know, I know

Bad place to stop.

I stopped there coz I'm not the best at showing great sadness. I don't feel great sadness often. So I don't really know what it is like. I guess I should call myself lucky, not many people have died in my family.

Anyway enough of that, please review for me!

Bye!

Drentai Dragon