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So hello everyone, I hope you all are doing well! I am currently nursing a sprained ankle and my hours have been cut at work, which means more wonderful fanfiction for you all :) I'm going to see if I can finish a few stories that I have started.
Thank-you to Little A Granger, Violet Hiwatari, Tyka's Flower, Demons of the arch angel, FlamingIce94 and CorynofHoole for reviewing and extra special thank-you to Demons of the arch angel for once again beta-reading for me :)
This chapter took a bit of time to edit because I had to re-write it...I kinda realized I fucked up big-time and had to re-order things so they would make more sense later on in the story. Hopefully I sorted out all the kinks :S
*Reads chapter over* Can it be? No warnings for this chapter! Lucky you guys!
Enjoy Episode 35 of Beyblade Season 4: Borderline.
When Kai awoke the next morning, the first thing he noticed was that Tyson was fast asleep in his arms. He raised a grey eyebrow...How did that happen? Brushing it off that the boy must've had a nightmare or something, he kissed the Midnight Angel's forehead tenderly. The second thing he noticed was that he felt no pain. He quickly checked himself over, surprised to see that all of his injuries were gone! He looked down at the sleeping boy and kissed his hair. It did work. Probably just needed more time for Dranzer's powers to work, since Tyson was not her master. He looked over at the alarm clock that was on his bedside table and his mind was thrown into a panic. 9:15am. Their match started at 10am and it took 30 minutes to drive to the stadium. His internal alarm clock had failed him. Praying that this would be one of the days that it would be relatively easy to wake Tyson, he shook the sleeping teenager's shoulders roughly. "Kinomiya! Wake-up!"
Tyson snored away.
His mind travelled back to what Max had suggested and he tickled the bluenette. The results were instantaneous as Tyson started laughing uncontrollably. "Ok! Ok! I'm UP!" He pleaded.
"Good, because we have less than 45 minutes before the match starts.
Tyson's eyes widened till all you could of his irises were pinpoints, until his trademark smile returned. "Bet I can get ready faster than you can!" he got up and raced out of the room. Kai leaped over to his closet and threw on a fresh battle outfit and grabbed his Dranzer blade from under his pillow before running down the stairs with Tyson hot on his heels.
They climbed into the vehicle and that's when Tyson noticed was missing from his rival's cheeks. "Kai, your face-paint!"
"I know!" he reversed out of the driveway and onto the street. Once they were on the highway though, he said, "Kinomiya, take the wheel."
"What?!"
"Just take the wheel and keep it between the white lines on the road."
"Are you seriously letting me drive?!" asked Tyson bewildered.
"Just for a minute." Tyson's hand reached over and he grabbed the wheel, keeping it steady. Once Kai was certain Tyson wasn't going to kill them, he took his hands off and flipped open his visor mirror and pulled out the face paint that Max gave him from his scarf and started applying it to his face.
"Really Kai?! Now?!"
"Eyes on the road Kinomiya!" The Russian snapped, continuing to put on the blue liquid. Once his shark fins were finished, he placed the face-paint back in his scarf and regained control of the vehicle.
Tyson didn't know where to put his face. The shark fins were perfect. He chuckled. "Wow Kai, that was so girly of you."
"Says the person who refuses to leave the house without that stupid hat."
"Hey! It was a gift!" The younger protested.
"From that asshole brother of yours."
"Take that back!" Tyson growled.
"No."
The tension between them became thick, but when Tyson realized that picking a fight in a vehicle that was going over 120km/h was not the wisest decision, he took a breath to calm himself. "Look, I'm sorry for saying that you were girly."
"Hn. Your brother is still an asshole."
"Yeah, I know, but he's still my brother."
"Hn."
After a few moments of suffocating silence, Tyson couldn't take it anymore and turned on the radio and "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch was blasting through the speakers and he started singing along. Kai glanced at the boy and smiled. The argument was over and they were back to normal. Just like that. That was just the way it was with them.
They arrived at the arena with only seconds to spare, as they saw all 48 blades taking their stances at the beydish. They squeezed in between Tala and Spencer.
"Heh. Tyson's sleeping habits rubbing off on you?" teased the red-haired Russian.
"Judging from the bags underneath your eyes, you barely made it here yourself. Just how many rounds does Bryan demand?" came Kai's cool retort.
"Shut-up." growled Tala, his cheeks burning in embarrassment, as Tyson giggled.
"What's going on?" asked Kai, confused to why so many bladers were here at once.
"Round 4 is a Battle Royale. Winner gets a strike, bottom 19 lose a strike."
Realizing that losing a strike meant elimination for many players here, Tyson's blood boiled. "Brutal." He readied his blade.
"3...2...1! LET IT RIP!"
48 blades were released into the arena, most of them with the same idea as they teamed up against Pam and Eric, knocking their blades out of the dish and eliminated the danger. That's when Kai realized that blades were breaking off and forming into groups, and soon he found himself being surrounded by the former members of the White Tiger X.
"That's the problem of being a loner, Kai." said Ray, smirking in triumph. "Everyone attack!" as the blades came after him, Kai desperately looked for a way to escape the circle. Unfortunately, the dish was a traditional style one, so there were no special features that he could use to his advantage. There was only one thing left to do. As Gary's Galazzy blade was closing in on Dranzer, Kai made Dranzer tilt forward , so that it scraped against the ground, in result, instead of crashing into Dranzer, Galazzy ended up speeding over Dranzer's surface and was launch into the air, allowing Dranzer to speed up, causing the White Tiger's blades to crash into each other as he broke free.
"I got him!" shouted Mariah as her Gallux sped up the side of the dish and saved Galazzy from leaving the dish.
"Thanks Mariah." Thanked the brushy-eyebrowed oaf.
"No problem!"
Unfortunately for Kai, the White Tiger's blades were faster than his own and were on his tail quickly. A drop of seat trickled down the Phoenix Master's face. This wasn't good. The White Tigers had skill, experience and amazing teamwork. On a one vs one match, Kai could defeat nearly anyone, but this...Ray was right. He was a sitting duck on his own.
He glanced over at Tyson's Dragoon, it seemed like it was having some trouble as the former PBB All-Stars – including Max, was attacking the white blade from all sides. An idea started to form in the enigma's genius mind. He quickly glanced at Tyson on his left. "Kinomiya! Break away and meet me in the middle!"
"Easier said than done, man." groaned the Dragon Master as Emily's blade hit Dragoon hard.
"Just do it!"
Tyson thought for a moment before his game face was back on. "Alright, let's go Dragoon!" The white blade hurriedly climbed up the side of the dish as at a ferocious speed, doing a back flip and landing in the middle next to Dranzer. Eleven blades surrounded them. "Ok, now what?"
"Remember that move I taught you?"
"With the wires?"
"Same rules apply here." Tyson though for a moment, until he realized Kai's strategy.
"I get it!"
"Alright, let them come to you."
Micheal and Lee led the attack, and in perfect synchronization Dranzer and Dragoon did a black flip over them, causing the other blades to crash into each other and a new battle began.
They were safe for the moment.
Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.
The duo watched as 4 were knocked out of the dish and stared at the beyblade responsible. Kai glared at the carrot-topped beyblader. "Brooklyn, I have no time to waste on you."
"C'mon. This time I have company." Metal Drigger came up beside Zeus and Tyson glared at his brother.
"So it's come to this." said the 17-year old.
"Afraid so, little brother. We're going to show you how pitiful your skills are."
Tyson smirked. "Sorry Hiro, but we're going to win this one." Kai could feel the danger in Tyson's voice. He wasn't going to hold anything back.
Electricity could be felt in the air as the men stared each other down. For Kai and Tyson though, something else began to happen. They were suddenly hyper-sensitive to each other. They could feel each other's every twitch, like their souls were suddenly connected. They gave each other a knowing smile and they attacked.
The audience watched, completely captivated by the elegant synchronization of the two blades. They had seen tag team matches before, but the way Dragoon and Dranzer moved together, completely playing off each other's strengths and covering for each other's weaknesses made F-dynasty look like amateurs. The crazy thing was Kai and Tyson looked like they were having the time of their lives.
The match was intense.
Brooklyn's natural talent and Hiro's experience made them a good team, but in the end, they didn't have the teamwork that Kai and Tyson did and were knocked out of the dish.
Kai and Tyson sent each other a victory smile, when Dranzer and Dragoon whizzed past their heads. The rivals looked at the lone pink blade that spun in the centre of the dish incredulously, then at its owner, who grinned triumphantly. "Never let your guard down boys." said Ming-Ming, twirling a long blue strand of her hair.
"Ming-Ming wins the match!" cried Jazzman and the crowd went crazy.
Staring at his defeated Dragoon, dumbfounded, Tyson asked, "What just happened?"
"Little popstar is a cut-throat bitch." muttered Kai angrily, retrieving his blade.
"Woah! What an upset ladies and gentlemen! Ming-Ming has triumphed over all 47 players and has earned herself another strike! Now let's go to the rankings!" The player's stats came on the mega-screen and several were greyed out. "After yesterday's matches, Claude, Kevin, Enrique, Gokie, Jim, Sam, Lorne, Carlos, Shannon, Angel, Jessica and Anthony were eliminated. Now after this match, Matilda, Aaron, Emily, Steven, Johnny and Kane have been all eliminated. Thank-you to all of you who have participated in the tournament, we hope to see you next year! Now we will give the players a one-day break and round 5 will be held on Friday!"
Seeing so many strong opponents be cut just didn't sit right with the World Champion and he could see from Kai's expression that it bothered him as well. They exchanged glances- Tyson with his begging eyes and Kai with a sigh, followed by a curt nod, followed by a glare.
Max and Ray watched the exchange in awe- those two really did have their own language.
Tyson rushed up to Jazzman. "Yo! Jazzy, can I say something?"
The ref shrugged his shoulder and handed him the microphone. "Floor is yours, Tyson."
"Thanks man." He cleared his throat and he felt thousands of eyes on him, which only fuelled his confidence and made him feel that this was truly the right decision. "I just wanted to say that you are all so strong and have come a long way. I personally invite all the amazing beybladers back to the Dojo for a party to give you guys the proper send-off you all deserve!"
The audience got out of their seats and roared in applause and the beybladers cheered.
Stanley Dickenson looked down at the young man with pride. Still, 5 years later, no one displayed sportsmanship quiet like Tyson Kinomiya. He had thought that the battle royale had been far too harsh, but the other BBA directors insisted on it, saying since there was so many players this was the best way to make sure the tournament didn't drag on forever. This really didn't seem fair to the players, but there was nothing he could do; He had been out-voted.
Alright...a little shorter than first planned, but you guys have been getting monster chapters recently...the next chapter is the party! Please send me a review letting me know what you thought!
