A/N: I sincerely apologise for the delay, i had some other things to work on.

This chapter, as you might already have guessed, steals the original name of episode 5 if V-force. Along with that, it also includes some scenes and dialogues from that same episode. So i obviously don't own them.

Chapter 9

(Guess who's back in town?!)

The raindrops pelted down mercilessly on the car roof as the wind picked up its speed through the relentless shower, the swishing sounds dominating the silence of the dark night.

His eyes raked over the scenes outside the window with a bored look, his mind and body exhausted though he kept it well hidden behind his infamous cold mask.

"Oh my, this rain doesn't seem to let it up, does it master Kai? I just hope it stops soon, don't you? Oh, and by the way, I packed everything you asked for in your suitcase, but I didn't see your Beyblade Dranzer included, Master Kai. I hope you didn't misplace it."

A voice from the driver's seat pulled him out of his musings, and he briefly wondered how the old man could speak so much in a tiny span of time, his face hardening at the last words.

Misplace Dranzer? What did Vladimir even think he was? Five? He wasn't a fucking toddler who'd lose something so precious.

Besides, Dranzer wouldn't even let him go away from her. She would pull him back into her powerful aura, and wouldn't ever let him be separated by her. She was too attached to him for that matter, almost like a mother…

He subconsciously slipped a hand into his pocket as he felt a certain familiar warmth spreading through his body, gripping the royal blue blade almost affectionately, its sharp edges providing a soothing burn to his skin. The heat intensified as he grazed a hand over the bit, as if Dranzer wanted to come out and engulf him in an embrace.

He sighed almost invisibly and took his hand out, his gaze again fixed on the unfamiliar surroundings. The rain had gotten faster, the drops falling down almost completely obscuring his vision from the outside, some of them tracing thin trails down the transparent glass.

He leant back in his seat, his eyes staring unfocusedly outside the window, while his thoughts ran haphazardly in his mind.

Once coming back to Japan, things had gotten too much for him to handle. With the dull loneliness that had started its familiar journey back into his mind, he felt lost in this vast world. Things were getting nearly out of control. Now that he was here, his employees thought it more convenient to contact him in case of any, literally any fucking issue, instead of calling Mr. Dickenson. He had had to spend the entire first week he had gotten here just dealing with meaningless shit and settling things down so they wouldn't bother him, at least for now, leaving everything else for Mr. Dickenson to decide.

His head started pounding just thinking about that, and there was even more shit he was going to deal with the moment he entered the school, how pleasant.

He almost wished he hadn't come back, but then the overwhelming fear of the nightmares haunting his sleeps and attacks striking up on him made him falter. He did not want to deal with that right now, not ever.

The car's speed slowed, the screeching of the tires over the wet concrete was heard, and he snapped his head back to look where they had reached. Numerous others cars lined up in front of him, while a bigger amount of them followed behind. The tall dark building of Whitney Prep came into view.

His eyes took it in, it almost gave off the look of Dracula's castle in the cold night and the relentless rain, but he was more than sure that it looked no better in the day either.

Suppose he wasn't getting rid of that charming scenery soon, how very pleasant.

"Well, I guess it's time to-"

Vladimir started as the car came to a complete stop, his eyes looking over at the other boys in uniforms making their way towards the entrance, but was cut off as soon as he heard the car door opening.

Kai rolled his eyes at the bunch of boys, faces as immature as they came, almost scoffing at his luck for being stuck with them, and stepped out of the automobile, tucking his hands into his pockets and putting on his cold look that complimented his fiery eyes, though they were shut subconsciously, Vladimir's panicked eyes following him as the raindrops dampened his clothes and hair, hurriedly getting out and reaching towards him with an umbrella.

"Master Kai!"

The words fell on deaf ears as Kai continued walking the same way the other boys were, his steps slow and calculated.

Vladimir watched him disappear among other students, his brows creasing into a frown as his eyes filled with worry for the boy whom he had kept so dear to his heart since the day he had born, and had encountered being transformed from a cheerful sweet child to a cold, heartless and silent boy who had matured far earlier than his age, a boy, for whom he felt utmost regret and sympathy, and the need to look after.

He sighed shakily and shivered against the cold, noticing his own clothes being wet, and hurried towards the car.

He walked with slow and steady steps down the long corridor, his eyes flickering over at every little detail of the place, in which he already felt trapped, his mind disregarding the fact that he was stupid enough to come here out of all the other places.

There wasn't anything he could do now, rather, there wasn't much he felt the energy to do, and besides, it was just one year. And then he'd be back, back with them…

His eyes almost instantly saddened at the thought, before he shook it away. This wasn't the time to think about that, and there was no need to act like a desperate idiot. If Bryan was here, he'd have surely smacked him on the head and knocked some sense into him. He sighed once again before composing himself.

As he rounded a corner, he heard an excited voice along with the spinning and clashing noises of what could only be a Beyblade match.

"Sorry guys, but this battle's all mine," a voice spoke up, soft yet boastful.

"Not over yet," another spoke, unsure of his words as his voice seemed to be fading into a whisper at the end.

There were three boys, all looking like losers by the looks of their faces, their youthful yet still childish faces giving them a ridiculous look, gathered around a small Beyblade dish in which two blades were spinning, one still in full speed, though it was only considered full speed when it came to beginners, and the other faltering and staggering.

"No," the owner of the falling blade groaned out, his shoulders slumping into himself as he admitted his defeat.

"I win again, and I remain the Beyblade champ of Whitney Prep school," the other, whose voice he had first heard buffed, a goofy grin that resembled too much of Tyson's plastered on his face, before he clocked onto him and his eyes shined with surprise.

"Huh?"

He ran towards him, his face illuminated with genuine excitedness as he came to stand right next to him, getting a little too close for his own liking.

"You're Kai, right? From the famous bladebreakers? I um, I was just wondering, do you think it'd be possible for you to show me a little of your technique," he let out, his voice laced with uncontrolled childish giddiness as he stared at him almost as if he was a God.

Kai almost scoffed at him, this boy was too bubbly for him to handle, besides, he wasn't in the mood to be a social butterfly.

He gave the kid a look that clearly screamed 'Fuck off', rolling his eyes and making his way out towards the area where his room was supposed to be, or so that stinky old man had said when escorting him in.

He took a step forward, eager to find his to-be safe sanctuary, when he heard the other two speaking to each other.

"Boy, who in the world does he think he is? Oh sure, he won the world beyblading championships, but does that make him any better?"

"Yes, but then again, he doesn't have our natural good looks. We must accept him for what he is. That's the least we can do."

He rolled his eyes once again. If this was how every kid here was like, he was going to have to change places soon. He couldn't handle this much immaturity, the Bladebreakers were enough to deal with.

"Hey, wait a minute," the other boy came towards him once again, his irritating voice booming in his already aching head.

"I sincerely apologize for being so rude when you walked in. Let me start over. My name's Wyatt Smithright."

He couldn't help but let out a small smirk at that, the kid really was a kid. But that didn't mean he'd go easy on him.

He'd get what the others always got from him, and what he was great giving at, a cold shoulder.

So he turned his back to the ki-Wyatt, and started walking again, his posture still tense lest the boy decide to interrupt him once again.

"Nice one."

He heard one of the others saying to him, before they both started laughing, finding it amusing that the boy who had just claimed himself to be the beyblading champion of the school had been shunned by the actual world champion.

Well, he couldn't bother to give a fuck.

He let out the sigh of relief that he was holding when he got far enough not to be able to see or hear them, spotting the door to his room, and entering it, not caring that it smelt stuffy and stale because of not being opened for a while, and lay down on the bed with a faint huff, looking up at the ceiling with detached eyes.

Someone knocked on the door and he got up to see who it was, only to see no one, except his suitcase that he pushed into the room, before closing it again.

He pulled out his phone, a slight disappointment appearing in his eyes when he saw no missed calls from the Blitzkriegs.

He threw the phone onto the bed and rummaged through his suitcase to find his night clothes. He was annoyed at the freaking uniform already, and didn't know why he had to wear it when it was practically night anyways, and he had to attend no classes.

He took himself to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower, letting the hot water sooth his rain drenched body, before quickly washing himself up and stepping out, drying himself down and throwing on his clothes, before opening the door, his hair still damp and falling into his eyes.

His eyes locked onto the illuminated screen of his phone and his eyes shone as he read the caller ID, before picking it up and lying down once again on the bed.

/"Why the fuck were you not picking the damn phone?"/

A voice spoke from the other side, clearly irritated, and he smirked.

"Why, so desperate to talk to me?"

/"Fine, if you decided to be an asshole,"/ the other said, before there was a slight ping indicating that he had hung up.

Kai rolled his eyes, and pressed the call button, waiting for the redhead to pick up, which he did, after a few seconds.

/"What?"/ he barked at him.

"Don't tell me you called just to bitch at me like that"

/"You started it."/

"You are so childish, Tala. You know that?"

/"Fuck you, Kai."/

There was a silence that lasted a few seconds before they both laughed, amused at their own ridiculous behavior.

"What are the others doing?"

/"Well, Spencer's cooking and he has also forced Bryan to help him, oh wait-"/

And with that he hung up again, and moments later put on a conference call.

The redhead grinned at him through the phone and then focused the phone onto where Bryan was trying and desperately failing to crack an egg and separate the yolk from the white, all the while cussing loudly, completely oblivious to the fact that he was serving as an entertaining mean for the other two.

Spencer glanced at Tala, and noticing what he was doing, smirked and nudged Bryan, who shouted at him for disturbing him and again set to picking out the tiny pieces of egg shell that had gone into the bowl.

Kai chuckled softly at the amusing display, his previous uneasiness at arriving at the unfamiliar and unwelcoming place fading away.

"FUCK THIS," Bryan yelled as the bowl toppled down, watching in horror as the egg white spilled on the floor.

Tala laughed loudly and Bryan lifted his head to glare at him, before his eyes fell on the phone and they turned murderous.

"Are you fucking recording me?"

He snatched the phone out of the protesting redhead's hands and made to delete the video, but raised an eyebrow as he saw an amused Kai smirking at him.

"How are you doing, Bryan? Some really impressive cooking you were doing there"

Bryan's face turned red and he threw the phone back into Tala's hand, before storming off upstairs to brood in his room.

Tala smirked and looked back at Kai, before Spencer also came up behind him.

"How are you, Kai? You got at the school?"

Kai nodded.

"Have you eaten? It must be night there."

Kai nearly rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I did, Spencer. I am not a kid whom you need to remind to eat every time."

Spencer smirked at him.

"Well, you surely act like one."

"I don't"

"Well, if you say so"

There was a loud bang from upstairs followed by a loud curse, and Spencer went upstairs to see if Bryan had broken something.

Tala also followed him, though went to his own room and dropped down on the bed, before looking back at the screen where Kai was watching him amusingly.

He huffed and rolled over onto his stomach.

"How's the school? Met your almighty's standards?"

Kai rolled his eyes.

"It's fine, and no, it didn't. It's filled with too many morons that are going to constantly remind of Tyson."

"And wouldn't you love it?"

Kai glared at him, before his attention was averted by a knock on the door.

"Who is that?"

"I am as clueless as you are," he said, before getting up and making his way towards the door, opening it only a little and looking outside.

The kid from before stood there, looking at him shyly, dressed in his pajamas, and hair ruffled as if he had just gotten out of the bed.

"Hey, uh," he started before Kai interrupted him.

"Look kid, if you've come here for something important to say, then spit it out quick, otherwise, fuck off"

He heard a rumbled cackling and muted the phone, so as not to let Tala's voice be heard to the moron standing right in front of him.

The boy rubbed his neck nervously before starting, "Look, Kai. I-uh actually wanted to say that –"

He stopped and looked down at his feet, a faint blush forming on his cheeks as he felt intimidated by Kai's continuous stare.

"That all?"

He snapped his head up, and shook his head in a hurried manner.

"No! Actually, I wanted to say that I'm a big fan of you. I think your blading is just perfect, and your bitbeast Dranzer is so legendary, and he is so beautiful. I always was mesmerized by him. Can you let me see him? Can I hold him? Just for once? I've always wanted to do that."

Kai looked at him as if he had grown another head, and felt that Tala's laughing was still booming in his head despite the muted call, before sighing almost exasperatedly and stepping out, making the boy scared and yet excited to see the fiery glory.

"Are you gonna let me see it?" his scrapy voice let out, his eyes holding a look of anticipation.

Kai took another step and felt the boy shrink in front of him, which made him smirk before he spoke, his voice calm and collected, a complete contrast to the other, "First of all, kid, Dranzer is a she, not a he, and secondly, you ever ask a stupid question like that again, be prepared to have your equally stupid face down the toilet. Got it?"

Wyatt nodded nervously, before stepping away from him, almost like a prey from the lion, before he gathered up enough balls to say, "See you around, then" and scuttling off.

Kai looked after him almost incredulously, before going back to his room and unmuting the call, watching as Tala laughed and laughed at his expense, nearly falling off the bed in the process.

/"I'm a big fan of you, aww Kai. You've got another fan-boy, bet you're over the moon"/

"Fuck you"

That made Tala laugh even more and Kai pressed the end button, effectively shutting the redhead before sending a quick 'I need to sleep, so don't fucking dare to call me' message and throwing the phone away.

How did they always take the matters in a sarcastic way and never were actually able to talk seriously was beyond his thinking. Tala couldn't live one second without making Kai's life absolutely miserable in such ways that Kai couldn't even get angry at him.

Kai sighed and pulled the sheets over himself, feeling a little down that Tala hadn't called again after reading the message, before mentally slapping himself. He had himself said that he did not want to talk anymore, and here he was waiting for the redhead to call him again.

This was gonna be one tough, dull year.

I admit that this is kinda half-assed, but the next ones will be better, hopefully.