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Fall in the Fires, Rise from the Ashes.
Chapter 15: Familiar Strangers.
After two years...
The bladebreakers had fought and won many championships and got to know various other teams...White tiger X...F dynasty...barthez battalion...the majestics...and there was an unknown Russian team too, whom they never got a chance to battle with.
After arriving to Russia rather late since it was almost night, the team was just relaxing in the living room of the suite. Tyson and Max argued over TV's remote control, Ray just sat with his legs folded under him, looking like a sleepy cat, Kai was examining Dranzer, ignorant of everyone else and the TV was breaking the comfortable silence.
"Hey look!" Max suddenly pointed at the screen.
"Stop distracting me, Maxie!" Tyson attempted to snatch the remote.
"No, I'm serious, look." Max turned towards the TV, "It's the other teams."
"Oh...hey that's right." Tyson forgot the remote for a while.
They all sat and listened intendedly as the reported talked...
"And so these are the teams which competed in the championships. As you can see behind me, we just have had the latest match in between F dynasty and a new entry, the Blitzkrieg boys. Even though these boys are new here, they're getting the hang of this. As you witnessed their impressive skills, we are now seriously doubting our famous 'Bladebreakers.' Even though these boys have proved themselves, with this new Russian team, who knows which one of them wins."
"Just look at them," Tyson snorted in mild disgust, "They're just a bunch of weirdos."
"I don't know Ty. They look dangerous." Max observed.
None of them had taken notice of their team captain who had suddenly paled as he fixed his stare on the screen.
"We shouldn't underestimate our opponents, remember?" Ray looked at the navy haired blader.
"Who cares?" Tyson insisted, "Those idiot dumpsters have no chance against us."
"Shut up Tyson."
The room fell silent. They all turned around...more like whipped around to look at Kai who was now glaring at them.
"What...?" Tyson's mouth dropped open, "Kai, what the hell is your problem? You're yelling at us for those stupid circus freaks?!"
"Stop insulting them." Kai clenched his fists.
"Tyson, maybe you should drop it now." Ray stood from his place.
Tyson ignored him, "Why the hell should I? I'm not the one with a big nose or giant size or freaking face or weird red hair!"
"Tyson, that's mean." Max tried vainly.
"If you don't shut up now, I swear you'll regret to live." Kai shook in anger.
"Alright, that's enough, guys." Ray interrupted them again, "Stop it already. Tyson, don't insult that team, and Kai, please cool down and forgive Tyson."
"Why don't you just say it Kai?" Tyson raised his voice, standing in front of the Russian teen.
Kai's glare had now switched to death glare.
"Why don't you just tell us you were on their side from the beginning? You were never with us Kai. No wonder you betrayed your old buddies."
The last phrase...cost Tyson...an icepack as Kai oh-so-gently punched him.
"Tyson!"
"Kai!"
Max pulled Tyson aside while Ray restrained Kai as the navy haired blader yelled and howled with a rapidly swelling cheek.
"Calm down Kai! You know he's an idiot." Ray readjusted his grip.
The Chinese blader forced the teen to sit on the couch and offered him a glass of water. Kai took a sip, a deep breath and felt slightly normal. But he could feel pain flaring in his head and temples due to the sudden rush and strain.
Ray gently rubbed his shoulder as Kai tried to get his shaking under control and cooled down a bit. He was losing it.
"Ugh! How the hell am I now supposed to pose for the media?!" Tyson kept groaning as Max brought an ice pack.
"It was your own fault Tyson. You hit low." Max replied seriously.
"But why would Kai...punch me for some strangers?!" Tyson whined back.
"You shouldn't have insulted that team, Tyson. Maybe Kai did know them." Max stated, "And besides, there are two days in the match so it'll wear off soon."
Tyson just grumbled an inaudible reply.
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It was a busy day. The fruits of endless training were finally bearing. Mr. Dickenson arrived with a van at the blade breaker's place to get them. Today was a big day.
They were going for a final battle to become world champions. As easy as it sounds, it was much harder.
The tension in the hotel room's air was so thick that you could feel it's taste despite the Russian cold winds. They had arrived here just a day before and were preparing to leave for the beybattle stadium. Tyson had refused to eat breakfast...Max had lost his cheerfulness...Kenny had smacked his head on Dizzy...Ray had dropped a few plates and Kai had spent numerous sleepless and restless nights.
When the old man arrived, tension was clear in his antics as he repeated the rules to the boys he had grown fond of. According to which, they were supposed to battle a random team. Meaning that the super computer system was going to select their opponents. What if it were White tigers?! Or what if it were themselves...or -Tyson added- what if the computer was damaged and couldn't decide?! Or the judges were bribed?!
"Now now boys, have a little faith in yourselves." Mr Dickenson tried to clear away their assumptions, "Just remember your trainings and do your best and I'm sure things will turn out just fine."
"But if we lose...Kai's gonna kill us!" Tyson sent a fearful glance at his captain who was leaning against the wall calmly.
The old man chuckled, "Well let's not dwell on that, Tyson. Instead of these 'ifs' and 'buts' why don't you make up your mind about whether you will win or lose? I believe Kai has trained you all well. All the hard work you did needs to be paid off, right?!"
The team nodded.
"Good! Then get set for action! Show the world what you're made of. I'll be waiting for you at the van." Mr Dickenson's eyes twinkled.
While the old man was leaving, he remembered something, "Kai, my boy...can I have a moment with you?"
"Five minutes for packing." Kai ordered the blade breakers before stepping forward.
The teen followed and found Mr Dickenson by the van.
His questioning gaze made the old man smile, "Now then Kai, I believe there's something you might want to know."
Kai looked at him silently.
"It's about the Russian team. We've gathered some information on them in order to keep records."
Kai felt his shoulders tense.
"Apparently, that team is known as the blitzkrieg boys. Would you have any idea about them?" Mr Dickenson glanced at the quiet boy.
Kai blinked, why did the name rang a bell?! He shook his head reluctantly.
"They've trained under a man named Boris."
Kai's breath hitched at the mentioned name.
Mr Dickenson could feel it too, "Judging by your past which I've kept covered until now and will remain so, those boys are from the abbey too."
Kai swallowed, desperately hoping for his worst fears to be denied.
"According to the standard principle, that team has four members but additionally, no female. However, they're all relatively strong and it is most likely you'll have to wok especially hard to defeat them." Mr Dickenson continued.
Kai fixed his gaze on the ground.
Mr Dickenson tapped the boy's shoulder, "I know you wanted to know about them Kai. And my apologies that this data is not enough...but I believe you boys can do it and perhaps, once we get the evidence, we can put an end to Boris and that abbey as well."
"HEY MR. D! LET'S GO!" Tyson's voice was coming close.
"I trust you to keep those boys in shape, Kai...don't let them lose hope. Good luck." With these final words, Mr. Dickenson's smile slipped back in place as he waved at the remaining huffing and puffing boys, all carrying bags and their luggage.
Once piled up in the indigo van, they were driven to the stadium.
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"WELCOME FOLKS!" DJ Jazz man yelled at the top of his lungs in the mic he had been holding in his right hand, "TODAY IS THE BIG DAY YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!"
The crowd burst into applause.
Brad best and AJ added, "Today, we are going to change the beyblade history! And get to know who's the real champion!"
Faint but not inaudible heavy metal music echoed in the stadium. This band had especially been hired by the beyblade championships staff...and were one of the best musicians in Russia. There had been some interference as a pianist had to be replaced due to his sudden drop in glucose level of his body, resulting in him fainting. He was sent to the hospital a few miles away from the stadium. It wasn't unnatural. So no one took special notice of it as long as they had the desired music.
"NOW THEN...LET'S HAVE AN INTRODUCTION OF OUR TEAMS! FOLLOWING THE LAST MATCHES, WE HAVE...THE BLADEBREAKERS!"
Audience roared with cheers.
"WE HAVE HERE TYSON GRANGER, MAX TATE, REI KON AND THEIR TEAM CAPTAIN...KAI HIWATARI!" Jazz man pointed out as spot lights shone on the teens' faces.
Deafening welcomes were heard from the people.
"AND ON THE OTHER HAND, WE HAVE...COMPUTER!" Jazz man continued.
The listeners sweat-dropped.
Brad best sighed, "We're gonna let the computer decide the blade breaker's opponent team according to new rules."
Aj interfered, "Let's see who beats who and gets to become the world champ!"
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE COMPUTER HAS STARTED SHUFFLING AS YOU CAN SEE..." Jazz man stopped abruptly at the team which appeared on the screen, "AND WE HAVE...THE BLITZKRIEG BOYS!"
There was hooting and whistling. However, a certain phoenix wielder forgot to breathe.
"HERE'S SPENCER PETROV...AND BRYAN KUZNETSOV...AND IAN PAPOV...AND THEIR LEADER, TALA IVANOV!"
Barely comprehend-able phrases continued.
"WE GIVE EACH TEAM TWO MINUTES TO PREPARE BEFORE STEPPING UP THE DISH!"
It was a bit quieter now.
"K-Kai?" Max turned towards the Russian teen who was staring at the computer screen as if it had done something wrong...which it probably had.
"Hn?" Kai shifted his gaze.
"What do we do? We need to decide who has to go up against who." Max's blue eyes were wide.
Kai opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself, thinking something he hadn't noticed before.
"Don't panic, guys." Ray patted Max's shoulder, "Let's just try and do our best."
"It's not that easy as it sounds." Tyson grumbled.
"Alright," Kai finally changed his mind, "Ray, you're going for Bryan, Max, take down Ian, Tyson, get Spencer."
"Are you sure you want to go up against Tala?" Amber eyes fixed themselves at Kai.
"I have to." Kai replied quietly before he regained his composure and added confidently, "We...will win...and that's final."
This last phrase was enough to get the other three in gear and they resolved to win.
"Just another thing, who's going first?" Tyson asked again.
"We wait for them." Kai threw a calculating glance at the other team.
He could feel the familiar pain making it's presence known in his head and temples. But this wasn't the time to pay any attention to it. He had to make sure, his team were in spirits and for that, he had to stay strong. He didn't know the other team, Kai told himself, they were complete strangers.
However, he could not stop the flow of memories and flashbacks invading and flooding his mind. A certain group of young kids, laughing...a certain red head, hugging him as he cried...a certain lilac haired boy, supporting him...a certain blonde, tending to his wounds...a certain young boy whom he gave lessons to speak properly, clutching his scarf like a teddy bear...a certain gray building, where he desperately struggled to live... some certain people, who enjoyed torturing him...the cold halls with blood stained walls where he would trudge after his blood had been spilled...
"KAI? YO..."
Kai shuddered at the memories and snapped out of his thoughts at Tyson's voice.
"What's wrong Kai? You just zoned out on us." Ray saw the teen with concern flecking in his eyes.
"I'm fine. Let's go." Kai caught sight of a familiar purple haired figure talking to their opponent team. He involuntarily swallowed and prepared himself.
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When the plan had been explained and instructions given, Boris surveyed the boys in front of him sharply, "Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes sir." A red head replied.
"Good. Begin."
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Ian was the first to go. Max took a deep breathe and went up the stage. Within ten minutes, he had won.
Next came Spencer. Tyson huffed and launched his blade. Took him about 15 minutes to gain victory.
Now was Bryan's turn. Kai eyed a certain red head warily who was listening to the purple haired nightmare and glanced at his own team.
It took Ray a little longer but he didn't give Bryan a chance to call out his bitbeast and defeated him in half an hour.
Now...was the final strike...the final blow...the last battle...which would either give them a reason for existing...or cost Kai, his life.
Kai Alexander Hiwatari...versus...Tala Ivanov.
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