Hi there! So let's see what Tyson and his friends have to say to this show.

~ CHAPTER 7 ~

Tyson's main role

"A beyblade theatre performance?" Tyson looked puzzled. "I don't get it. What's that supposed to mean?"

"Of course you don't get it Kinomiya." Tala rolled his eyes. "With your brain it would be a miracle." not that he knew what did Mr. Dickenson mean, either.

"Geez Tala, quit being such an ass! Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?" Tyson snapped at him irritated.

"Actually, Norton did." the red haired Russian grumbled darkly.

Spencer got offended by that comment. "Hey, don't insult my little baby here! Don't listen to them Norti. They're only being nasty." he cooed to his inside pocket.

Tyson sweat-dropped. Boy, how did Kai survive with these guys and stayed still sane?

"Could you tell us more, Mr. Dickenson?" Rei asked, changing the subject to ease up the atmosphere.

"The plan is that we make a show with a group of the most talented bladers who are fighting for their freedom and save the world from a ruthless emperor and a dark wizard lord." Mr. Dickenson told them. "I read the scenario and I think it's very good. The audience will love it! There's gonna be beybattles, though only in a lower level, no real fights because we can't guarantee the safety of people. The supervisors have already given their permission and I assured them that you won't go out on a full-battle. The producer, who is the director of the biggest theatre colosseum here in Bay City offered his help to organize the show. I hope I can count on you all to take part."

"So, you mean we play roles in a Beyblade story by a scenario for our fandoms favour?" Max asked confused, not sure if he got it right.

"That's right." Mr. Dickenson nodded. "We made researches to see what do people think about the idea and we were surprised at the high numbers of positive feedback. Most of them want to see the Bladebreakers and Blitzkrieg Boyz playing on the stage."

"So yeah, if we are cool then we are cool." Bryan boasted, leaning back on his chair sluggishly and admired his shiny nails.

Tyson didn't get why did they say he had an inflated ego when Bryan had even bigger.

Hilary awed. "Wow, that's fantastic."

Max and Rei looked at each other.

"I haven't tried playing my own character on stage, but it could be fun." Max smiled.

"Yeah, I'd try it, too." Rei agreed.

Kenny fondled nervously with the hem of his shirt. "I-I would gladly take part too, if you think I could be useful." he mumbled timidly.

Hilary placed her hand encouragingly on his shoulder. "Of course you are Kenny. No one has such brilliant brain to memorize so much things as you. We definitely need you, maybe as a whisperer, who can help if someone forgets his spiel."

Kenny's face turned cherry red and smiled. "Thanks Hilary." She could be so nice to him.

Tyson took the opportunity to speak for his team's behalf. "You can count on us Mr. Dickenson. Theatreplay or not, the Bladebreakers will give their best that no one will forget this show." he punched proudly to his chest.

The director's moustache stretched widely to his ears with joy.

However, back in the corner Kai's face twisted with disdain. Great, they wouldn't get the chance for a real battle in the new stadium but they could parade in some goofy show, in stupid costumes. It sounded like a circus show than a theatre. That was not his thing. He was craving to have a real beybattle with real opponents.

Mr. Dickenson now turned his head at the Blitzkrieg Boy, waiting for their answer. Tala cast his frosty gaze at his other two teammates, who gave their captain a silent nod in agreement.

"Fine then." Tala shrugged. He folded his arms bossily over his chest. "As long as there won't be annoying dwarfs or toe-dancers in tutu skirts, we are on it. However, there's one condition: if we can't go out on full-battles we still want to use our bitbeasts, at some point."

Tyson bit on his lips to prevent laughing. For a moment he imagined Tala in pink tutu skirt with a tiara on his head as he launched his blade.

Mr. Dickenson clapped his hands contentedly. "Then it's settled. Now, if you allow me, I would like to introduce you to my two guests, who are the stage-manager of this show."

He walked to another door and opened it. "Please come in."

A half bald, tall man, with a hilarious dotted tie around his neck, wearing big, square glasses on his nose and a cap on his head, stepped inside. Beside him stood a seventeen years old girl who had beautiful long, apple-red hair.

"May I introduce you, this is Mr. Fujiko Hanuta. He is the director and producer of the Kawai Theatre. And this young lady here is Suki Miriko, a great promise of future writer, who worked on the scenario."

Suki's cheeks turned pink. "Actually, I'm still a student and I hope that one day I can be as good as you said, Mr Dickenson." she clutched her sketchbook shyly.

"Now now my dear, there is no need to be modest. Your story is amazing and thanks to you we'll sure achieve big success." Mr. Dickenson smiled jovially.

"However, there are some holes and mistakes in your plot my dear, but we can work them out later." Mr. Fujiko Hanuta said in a professional tone, putting a hand softly on her shoulder.

"If you say so." she mumbled.

Mr. Dickenson turned to the boys with a gesture. "So, they are the two teams I was talking about. The Blitzkrieg Boyz and the Bladekreakers, aka G-revolution team at the last tournament. All of them are top-class talented bladers and, last but not least, great boys. They're helping out a lot for the BBA in volunteer work, even Miss Tatchibana, who is not taking part in beyblading but she is taking the role of management in the team. I don't have to say, but they're my pride."

A grateful smile spread out on the young adults' face.

Suki Miriko bowed her head politely. "It's a honour to meet you."

"For us, too." Max spoke cheerfully. "I can't wait to read your story. My name is Max Mizuhara, by the way."

"Um, thanks." Suki mumbled meekly and turned rosy pink.

The others looked slyly at Max whose face beamed like lights at Christmas time. Rei gave a small nudge to him with his elbow. "Good chick, huh?" he whispered.

"I was just being friendly." Max snapped back at him, but his face turned pink too.

"Yeah, sure. You like her."

"Bug off Rei." Max murmured back.

Fujiko Hanuta scanned thoroughly over the Blitzkrieg Boyz with calculating gaze. "So, you're the fearful Blitzkrieg Boyz. I need some very tough guys in the show who are gonna play the bad guys and Mr. Dickenson said you're the best. I hope he didn't over-estimate your abilities because my expectations are high, if we want to put this show on stage." he said daintily.

"Hey dude, we are the best here!" Bryan said pompously. "If you want a tour with us to a dark alley, we can show you some hard bullies who we beat to pulp a few months ago."

Spencer bumped a fist into his palm. "Oh yeah. Just tell us who should we roll up in a carpet and we make sure they come down from the stage with no bones."

Tala smirked devilishly at the look of pure horror on the producer's face. His glasses almost fell from his face. He obviously had no idea who he was dealing with. Hanuta adjusted his glasses nervously. "Um… well, I guess, we're done here." he cleared his throat and quickly moved off. He turned to the Bladebreakers. "Our famous heroes, eh? You're quite an unique team, I must say. You, with that long tail-hair of yours, will play a good warrior. Those sharp teeth have a scary sight. Though, that ridiculous hair should be cut off. We don't want to make our audience believe it's some kind of comics show with nekojins."

Rei's jaw went slack in shock. Cutting down his dear hair?! No way! He had been growing it since his childhood. Ignoring Rei's outrageous stare, Hanuta turned next to Max. "You, my boy, have a very catching charm with your face, that will go fine with the story…" Max beamed widely. "However, that sleazy gardener pants must be thrown into trash. We're not in the 70's after all." the producer added critically and passed by. At that comment even a kicked puppy wouldn't give such a miserable look than Max.

"Now, we still need a weakling, who is short, vulnerable and negligible like…" Hanuta looked around. "Oh, you there."

Kenny looked panicky. "Me?" he squeaked.

"Yes. You'll do good as a victim."

The poor genius went pale. "I - What?! B-But I thought I would be the whisperer. I-I don't think I'd do good on stage." he stammered.

Hanuta shook his head. "No, no, no. We need a shrimp who will be the prey. In the story the bad guys gonna kidnap you and your friends come to save you… though, I still haven't decided if we should leave you alive or make it a drama." the producer put a hand to his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… maybe it would make the story more interesting if we put in some torture?"

If it was possible to make Kenny even more frightened, now he really started trembling. He went white like a ghost and looked like he was going to faint any minute. He cast a horrid look over the Blitzkrieg Boyz who flashed a wicked grin at him.

Tyson looked angry at the producer. "Hey man, don't you dare call our Kenny a shrimp! He is a bigger brain than Einstein. I haven't seen anyone who knew better how to piece together a Beyblade from core to spin dash, and he bladed awesome on the last tournament, so back off!" he ranted vehemently. They all stared astonished at the rampaging teen. His temper to protect his friend got the best of him again.

Even though the glasses shielded his eyes, Kenny was touched by his words. "Thanks Tyson." he mumbled, turning pink at the thought of 'I'm a bigger brain than Einstein?' Tyson, the World Champion thought he was cool. Wow.

Tala folded his arms behind his head on the backrest as he watched the show now with interest. That loud-mouthed brat did it again. If Fujiko Hanuta took it as an offend, he would definitely delete the show right now, which would cause them to lose a hundreds of fan because of Tyson's stupid temper. He regarded cautiously the producer's expression who seemed unreadable.

Hanuta stared reservedly at Tyson. "Considering from your blatant remark, you must the Kinomiya boy, who has a reputation of being called themost obnoxious rockie-blader of the century."

"You forgot I'm the World Champion." Tyson growled.

"That's beside the point." Hanuta waved him off. A vein pulsed on the blue haired teen's head. "To play the main role in this show takes more than a show-off with your title."

In the background Kai was watching the intense tennis-match that bounced back and forth between his secret crush and that baboon-faced man, with suspicious stare. He was sick of this man right from the first moment and his disgust only grew by every second as the man kept making critical remarks of his friends – luckily avoiding him so far, since he was standing out of sight. Crimson eyes narrowed devilishly. The temptation to unleash Dranzer's power and burst into flames Hanuta's rest of hair was huge. His thoughts were interrupted by Tyson's loud retort.

"Oh yeah? Well there is nothing a World Champion can't do!"

Tyson was modest as ever.

"I highly doubt the audience would be impressed by a princess who acts as a loud-mouthed goofball. There are a few things we need to change on you, like your hair, because that ponytail looks awful." Hanuta stated dramatically.

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with my…" the words suddenly trailed off from Tyson's tongue when a certain piece of word pinned in his brain with confusion. The princess?

In the room a pin could be dropped and would clang so loud like hundred of bells.

"I… the what?" Tyson blinked baffled.

"Didn't Mr. Dickenson tell you?" the producer turned back to the BBA Director questioningly.

So did everyone else.

Mr. Dickenson tapped a napkin to his sweaty forehead. "Oh, I thought I leave that little piece of info drop." he smiled awkwardly.

Tyson's eyes went plate piece of info? "There is no way I'm gonna dress to a girl!" came the hot protest.

Tala dropped over with a high-pitched snicker. Oh this was hilarious, and here he thought this is gonna be a boring day.

"I thought there's nothing a World Champion can't do." Hanuta blackmailed the teen with his own words.

Tyson fumed. This man was getting on his nerves now. "Do I look like a girl?"

"Well, after your little cross-dress play at a women shop we could question that." Bryan pulled out his cell phone and flashed a picture, turning it to them all.

Much to Tyson's embarrassment, he remembered exactly where did that picture come from. It'd happened at the last championship when Hiro put him to bench and he stormed off sulkily, because of not being allowed to blade. Then he met that weird looking, woman-chaser Tao-sensei who dragged him to a women shop. First he thought it was a rather crazy idea trying on woman clothes. However, later it helped him to loosen up and get over his sulking mood. He didn't think that anyone would see him… let alone getting caught on photo.

"Ack! Where did you guys get that picture?" he flushed horribly.

Tala's smirk was wicked. "We have our ways."

Kai gritted his teeth. They'd made a photo of Tyson wearing a dress and they didn't bother to show him? They're gonna pay for that.

Rei interjected. "Hold on a minute. It's supposed to be a Beyblade theatre, or not?" he furrowed his brows.

"It is." Hanuta said. "But the story is based on two youths who fall in love with each other. However, due to their families' hate they are rivals."

"Sounds like Romeo and Julia in modern version." Max smiled amused.

Tyson folded his arms with a heated glare, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "Forget it. I'm a guy and I won't launch my blade while wearing a stupid Barbie-girl dress."

Hilary leant on her toes, waving eagerly. "Oh, Mr. Fujiko! I will gladly play the role of princess! I'm not an experienced beyblader but I'll give my best."

The boys winced. Yeah, they remembered when Hilary tried to launch a beyblade when they were all crowded in a bus, travelling up on the mountains to train. It was a disaster.

"Sorry my dear, but fans are demanding to see the World Champion on the stage. Though, we can't perform a gay story because that might cause social dislike. So we have to make him look like the princess." said the producer.

A thought hit Kenny. "Wait, if Tyson plays the princess, then who will be the prince?"

"I said I'm not gonna play princess!" Tyson yelled.

Hanuta rubbed his chin. "That still hasn't been decided. I guess he will do good. He has the looks for the role." he pointed to the right corner.

The others mouth dropped in shock as they looked at the only left person. Kai was staring completely stunned, eyes wide. He and Tyson on a stage as… lovers? The thought somehow awoke overwhelming thrill in him and his heart started beating erratically. Mahogany eyes locked with crimson, and Kai was almost certain he'd seen something shine in those caring orbs. It happened quick as lightning before Tyson turned away his gaze, cheeks flushing.

Unnoticeably, their friends exchanged a meaningful look, as did the Blitzkrieg Boyz.

Hanuta clapped his hands. "Good. I guess we talked everything then. The show will be put on stage in three weeks. I'll send the copy of the script with my assistant."

Tyson still refused his character. "Hey, I didn't agree – hmmhmph!" his mouth was suddenly clapped by Rei's hand.

"Great. We can't wait for it, and I'm sure Tyson will like his character once he got used to it." the nekojin winked.

Tyson pried his hand off from his mouth. "No way! Rei you cheesy traitor – hmph!" Max rushed to his other side and shut him up by pressing a hand to his mouth again. He helped Rei holding down the rebelling teen when he started wriggling desperately against their hold. "Don't worry. We make sure the show will work out cool and our fans get exactly what they want." the blonde smiled widely to his ears.

In his miserable state, Tyson shot them both a murderous glare. "Hmhmp!" he tried to shake his head in protest, but no use.

Kenny jumped in front of him in attempt to cover the teen from sight. "That's right. The Bladebreakers won't let anyone down, right guys?" he piped.

Max and Rei nodded vigorously, grinning innocently. Grabbing Tyson's head at the back they forced him to nod as well. Those cheesy bastards.

Hanuta stared dubiously at them for a few minutes. Then he shrugged. "Alright. I guess we make a leave then." he turned to the director.

"I'll walk you out to the main entrance." Mr. Dickenson offered politely as they walked to the door.

"It was nice to meet you. Sayonara." Suki bowed her head.

"I'm glad too. See'ya." Max's eyes lit up once again and smiled. He waved after her.

Once the door closed Rei leant wickedly to his friend. "Maxie likes her." he sang.

"Shut up Rei." Max's nose turned pink.

"Why? I could give you a few tips how to ask out a girl."

"Thanks, but I don't need it."

Somewhere along the way Tyson finally managed to pry himself free from his captivity. He glared hard at his so called friends. "Are you guys crazy? Do you really want me to make a fool of myself?"

"It wouldn't be the first time." Tala droned with a self-satisfied smirk.

Tyson's spine prickled. He chanted a few mental curses at the saucy wolf. Of course, he couldn't say it out loud, the Blitzkrieg Boyz might killed him.

"Come on now, Tyson. It's not a big deal." Rei said.

"Yeah. It's only one show and it'll be over sooner than you think." assured him Max.

"Think of our fans, and the kids." Kenny reasoned. "Do you really want to disappoint them all?"

It was a very sneaky way of Kenny to come up with that. He knew Tyson had a weak point to fascinate everyone. "No! But what will my opponents think about me after they saw the World Champion paradise in an ugly frilly dress? It's so embarrassing." he moaned, putting his hands to his face.

"We'll make sure to take memorable photos in the album." Bryan teased him further. Tala and Spencer laughed with him.

If this really gonna happen Tyson was sure he had to find a very dark, isolated cave somewhere far off where he could hide away from the world in shame.

Hilary patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry Tyson. I have talent in sewing costumes. I'll make sure to make yours as modest and simple that no one will laugh at you."

"Geez, thanks Hilary. That makes me feel less shitty." came Tyson's sarcasm.

"Hey, what if we braid his hair in plaits?" Spencer contemplated.

"Or we could put a Baroque peruke on his head." Bryan swung back on his chair smugly.

"No, I say we cut it down." Tala said.

Tyson grabbed to his ponytail frightened. "Heck no! It's a tradition of the Kinomiya clan's. All of the samurais wore their hair in ponytail!"

"They also wore kimono, which is rather feminine." Tala snorted.

Tyson made a mental note for himself to buy something very nasty for Tala next Christmas. But right now he had other problem. How the heck was he going to get out of this? All of his friends agreed to put him in the role of princess. He turned to the last person who could pull him out of this mess, only to find the spot empty. He looked around hastily to see the dual haired teen walk to the door.

"Kai, wait!" Tyson ran up to him. "Where are you going?"

The Russian turned back to him indifferent. "Home. I have better things to care about, like studying and train."

"You aren't going to take part in the show?" Rei asked.

"You can't leave us, we need you. Who is gonna play the prince?" Max pleaded.

Kai shot them all a cold glare. "I have no intention to participate in this stupid show. If you all want to make a fool of yourself then it's your business." he reached for the door handle.

Tyson tried his saddest, pitiful look to soften his captain. "Kai please, help me! You can't leave me alone in this mess!" he pursed his lips.

Kai smirked at the pouting teen. "This time, you're on your own, princess."

Tyson blinked dubiously. "Huh?"

The door closed.

"Kaiiii!" the blue haired boy whined.

In the background Tala, Bryan and Spencer put their heads together.

"It seems we got a little job." Tala whispered.

"You mean we should somehow force Kai to play along the role of prince?" Bryan asked.

"Why would that be good?" Spencer scratched his head.

Tala grinned slyly. "Because I know he would get utterly jealous if someone else took away his dragon boy, and he deserves a revenge for that Christmas party ruckus last time."

Who is gonna play the prince? Heh, wait till the next chapter. ;)