Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, if I did, Boris would have had a much worse fate than getting trampled and getting peed on by a dog. Also did anyone give that dog a biscuit?
So hello again, firstly thank-you to everyone who is reading this! I hope you're enjoying the story as much as I am and that you're still here ^-^ To my followers and to those who have favorited, you guys rock! Now a special shout-out to my lovely reviewers; Little A Granger, adbhut, Tyka's Flower, Lizzie and L.F. Granger! Words cannot describe how much you encourage me to keep going!
Lizzie: To answer your question, yes, Tyson was walking around the plane in nothing but his t-shirt and boxers. To me, Tyson just seems like one of those guys who would do something like that with the people he's closest to, without having any shame.
Now, without further ado, on with the chapter!
They landed in cold, snowy Moscow around noon, local time. Soon afterward the trio arrived at the Hiwatari mansion. Kai immediately disappeared upstairs and a now fully-dressed Tyson took the opportunity to dash into the kitchen and raid the cupboards.
"TYSON!" panicked Kenny, "What are you doing?! This isn't your house! Can't your stomach wait?"
"Kai won't care, besides none of us have eaten anything! Only Mr. Sourpuss would have a private jet with no snacks!" Finding a box of 'just add water' pancake mix, a pan and miraculously, maple syrup, he quickly went to work.
When said man finally came down the stairs, he found a stack of steaming pancakes waiting for him as Tyson and Kenny were wolfing down their own..Man, he was seriously starting to think if it wasn't for Tyson, he might accidentally starve himself. As the first delicious bite hit his taste buds, he sent Tyson a grateful smile.
"Alright, in the plane, I decided to make some communication devices so we can keep in touch, since cellphone networks are out of the question." The boy-genius placed the small black ear pieces into each teen's hand. "To talk, simply hold the button on the side." Both boys put the devices in their ears. Tyson was about to test it, but a deadly glare from Kai made him drop his hand.
"Wow Chief! You did this on the plane?!" exclaimed the Japanese bluenette.
"Yup! Always carry my tools with me. It was surprisingly easier than tinkering with Dragoon."
"You're the man, Chief. I have no idea what we would ever do without you buddy." he looked at the Russian. "So what's the plan?" Disappearing into the living room, Kai returned what appeared to be...janitorial uniforms?
"It's simple. We infiltrate the building, talk to Tala, figure out exactly what we're dealing with and get the hell back to Japan."
"Alright, Let's do it!" cheered Tyson.
Kenny sweat dropped. They made it sound so easy...
"Kenny, you stay here." ordered Kai.
The brunette sighed in relief. Thank goodness for small miracles.
"Blah. I thought this thing made the air easier to breathe!" whined Tyson.
"Zip it, Kinomiya."
The duo were sneaking around Hiwatari Enterprises, dressed like janitors. The hats and face masks they were wearing did a good job of concealing their identities, this way they could move easily around the offices and boardrooms, eavesdropping, without looking suspicious. Unfortunately the uniforms were unflattering, itchy and suffocating. Where the fuck was Tala?
Then, as luck would have it, a door opened, and Tala appeared with several other older men in business suits. Crimson eyes narrowed dangerously when Kai recognized Kusenov. Tyson and him made it look like they were washing walls as they listened in.
"Mr. Ivanov, I really hope that you consider our offer, especially under these unique circumstances. With your leadership skills, we really could lead this company into greatness, especially in the Beyblade Community." Kusenov said in Russian.
In the fakest, most forced voice of politeness and sweetness Kai had EVER heard, Tala said "Yes, of course. Just let me talk to my friends on the board, and we will be in touch, Mr. Kusenov."
"Excellent to hear!" he turned around and took a step, before pausing. "Remember, Mr. Ivanov, we're always watching." he said sinisterly. With the threat left hanging in the air, the ex-general lead his followers down the hallway, leaving the 3 of them alone.
Seizing the opportunity, the dual-haired man quickly grabbed Tala by the arm and dragged him into the nearest washroom. Tyson following right behind, putting up a "closed for cleaning" sign and locked the door.
"What are you doing?! Unhand me!" hissed the redhead. Violet eyes widened in shock as his attackers revealed themselves to be last people he thought he would see on this side of the world...Together, no less. "Kai! Tyson! What are you doing here?"
"Getting in contact with you." Kai folded his arms and leaned against a wall.
"Looks like you've found the only way. This entire building is being controlled by them."
If looks could kill, Tala would be dead a hundred times over with the glare Kai sent him. "How?"
"When you fired everyone, Biovolt must have had people ready with the perfect applications. My own secretary has been working for them all along. When you called, I was looking at the financial records and when you mentioned 'Tovi Lob', everything clicked into place. I looked into the backgrounds of all the employees, 80% of them are associated with Tovi Lob."
Tyson's mouth dropped in shock. "SAY WHAT?!"
"Then, this morning, Kusenov showed up and said how you had withdrawn a bunch of money and disappeared. When I just brushed it off as you leaving early for the weekend. He told me that he remembered me from the abbey, and how he thought I was better suited to run the company. Feeding me this bullshit that Tovi Lob isn't like Biovolt, and what they want is to give talented Beybladers all the resources Hiwatari Enterprises can give them."
"Kinda sounds like what Boris was preaching to everyone with BEGA." said Tyson
Tala nodded. "Exactly. But we know it's the access to the military and the military technology that they really want and to try and create their 'Blading Soldiers'. Right now they want me to sign a document that basically signs everything over to them." He glared at the floor before looking back up at Kai. "Please tell you have a plan."
Kai smirked triumphantly. "I do." Cerise eyes hardened. "But I'm going to need some back-up. We'll keep contact by using Tyson and Bryan to relay messages back and forth. Put that contract on hold for as long as possible. DO. NOT. SIGN. ANYTHING."
Tala glared. "I'm not an idiot."
"Seriously Tala, not even a reciept. Is there anything else?"
"When this is over, I want a raise."
"Hn. Don't push your luck." After wishing each other luck, the boys went their separate ways.
Once they were safely away from the building, Kai and Tyson ditched their disguises and Kai led them through the white streets of Moscow to Bryan's apartment. The silver-haired blader open up the door, blinking in surprise. "Kai. Tyson. What are you doing here?" he invited them in, revealing a pristine apartment, on his television screen, one could see that he had been playing 'Call of Duty'.
Kai sighed, he really hated doing this. "Tala and I need your help."
"Yeah, sure Kai. I'll do anything."
Smiling the faintest of smiles, Kai thought inwardly how anything really did mean anything. The last time he asked the man for help, it ended with the other collapsing from pure exhaustion after a brutal beybattle, just so Kai could ensure that he and Tyson had a fair championship match. Actually, when he really thought about it, if he ever needed to kill someone, Bryan would be the first person he would go to. "Alright, I need you to do exactly as I say."
Two hours later brought Kai and Tyson back to the mansion, both utterly exhausted. While it was only 6:00pm in Russia, back in Japan, it was nearly midnight. Luckily for them, Kenny had taken the liberty of making noodles and rice.
"So, how did everything go?" asked the chief cautiously.
"Great!" said Tyson. "Kai came up with this brilliant plan. He and Tala will keep contact using Bryan and I as the middle men, and when Kai gives the word- BOOM! Down goes Tovi Lob!"
The genius nodded in understanding, still unsure how Kai was going to take them all down. "So I take it that Tovi Lob has control of the building?"
"Unfortunately." said Kai glaring at his noodles, until a slow, wicked smirk came across his face. "But not for long."
Kenny shivered. On a good day the older man was intimidating, but this...this was a look of blood-lust. He was suddenly very relieved that Tyson was here. If there was anyone who had the power to stop Kai from taking things too far, the Wielder of Dragoon could.
The night was peaceful. Kai slept in his old bedroom and Tyson and Kenny each took one of the multitude of guestrooms. Due to the jet-lag and the excitement, everyone slept a full 10 hours, before Kai woke everyone up for 5am and they were in the air an hour later.
They landed in Japan 10:00pm local time and dropped Kenny off at his place an hour later. Even from inside the vehicle, Kai and Tyson could hear the brunette's parents yelling at him for taking off with no warning.
"Should we help him?" asked Tyson, wincing slightly as he heard Kenny's mother's screaming.
"Do what you want Kinomiya." Kai said tiredly.
It was then they heard Kenny yell "Look, I sent you a text saying that I was leaving for bit, that I was with Tyson and I would be back when I could be. I understand that you were worried, but seriously! I've been around the world and I've proven that I can take care of myself!"
Proud that his friend was standing up for himself, Tyson replied, "Nah, looks like he has everything under control. If things get too bad, he'll just come over for a few days until this blows over."
"Hn." The 18 year old shifted the car into first gear and sped off. After a few blocks, Tyson's stomach decided to make its need for food known. Realizing that none of them had eaten since that morning, the driver pulled up to a 24-hour subway. "C'mon Kinomiya."
Blinking in surprise at the unusual generosity all the bluenette could do was follow his rival into the restaurant. Ordering a foot-long on Italian with quite literally everything except the hot peppers and jalapenos, he watched Kai order a cold-cut sandwich, with plenty of greens and no sauces. Keeping the order in mind for future reference, the boys sat down in a corner of the establishment. "Thanks for this Kai. You really didn't have to do this."
"I need you to keep your strength up. With your luck, some amateur will be challenging you for your title as soon as we walk out that door."
...Okay. The validity of that point could never disputed. "Yeah, but I'd send the poor kid's blade out of the dish so fast, he won't know what him him!"
And there it was, that unwavering, in-your-face confidence that just made Tyson, well Tyson. Once upon a time, Kai would have done anything to beat Tyson, just so he could wipe that confident smirk right off the teenager's face. But it soon became apparent, even if the boy lost brutally, that confident smirk would return at full force and he'd by dying for a re-match. "Hn. Or it could be a repeat of when Robert beat you." Kai nearly laughed about how flushed his friend became.
"Yeah, well, I was really inexperienced back then, and Robert is an awesome blader! Besides, we know how the battle would go now." he bit into his sandwich angrily, before suddenly looking thoughtful. "Hey Kai, if you could square off against any opponent, who would it be?"
"You."
"Really? I thought for sure it would be Brooklyn!"
Kai scoffed. "Brooklyn has a long way to go."
The Tyson's aura suddenly changed, to one more serious and melancholy. "So, next World Championship, you're leaving again?"
The Russian sighed, he knew this conversation would come up eventually. The impulse to just walk away and avoid the question all together was strong. Choosing his next words carefully, as not to upset the overly-emotional teenager, he said, "Maybe. Depends what's going on, but, you should know by now, if you really need me, I'll be there."
"Kay. Just tell me before you leave again. Knowing that you're here one day and gone the next...it just really sucks dude."
What Tyson didn't know was the reason he didn't tell his friend that he was leaving was that he simply couldn't bring himself to. His first betrayal was because the power of Black Dranzer had severely messed with his head. The second time...the second time, Hiro had been right there and would tell Tyson for him. The second time he took the coward's way out and he knew it. The third time...well he saw an opportunity and went for it...stupidly. He really should have known that Boris had already hand-picked his bladers and would do anything to keep it that way. "Fine. If I can tell you ahead of time, then I will. But you should know that I will take every opportunity to battle you Kinomiya. Regardless if your World Champion or not."
Tyson looked at him with pleading eyes. "But we'll always remain friends?"
Kai sighed. "If you haven't figured that out by now, you really are hopeless."
This seemed to cheer the 17 year old up considerably. "Alright, let's finish up and go home!" A thought occurred to him. "You did tell Grandpa we were leaving, right?"
Oh shit. "..."
"KAI!"
"I was in a hurry!" he snapped.
"It takes 30 seconds to write a note!" Tyson slumped. "We're doomed."
As it turned out, when they returned to the Dojo, the lights were all off, but the door was left unlocked. Taking advantage of there good fortune, Tyson quickly wrote a note apologizing for their sudden absence, and would explain everything the next day. Deciding that it would make less noise, the boys decided to sleep in the dojo, instead of their rooms. Grabbing a few blankets and pillows, the pair laid side by side as exhaustion took over.
I apologize for the short chapter. Tell you what, if I get 5 reviews, I will update the next one ASAP (meaning you guys could possibly have it in a few hours, tomorrow or the day after, instead of waiting the full week.)
Next chapter, it's going to have you sitting on edge. Lots of things happen and I had fun writing it. :)
