Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing With Demons ❯ A Fools Paradise ( Chapter 2 )

Kenny blinked under his curtains of hair, his jaw dropping at the magnificence of such a structure.

Hiiro smirked. "I take it you like it?"

Kenny nodded, immediately closing his mouth to not appear stupid.

Both boys ambled out of the car, Kenny with wonder whilst Yamamoto with purpose. They headed to the fine oak doors which were opened to them by a smart looking butler.

"Good afternoon, Yamamoto-Sama," he declared as he bowed. Hiiro nodded in acknowledgement and gestured Kenny to follow him up the grand staircase.

Kenny looked around him with wonder, his shaking hands upon the polished white banisters, his dusted feet upon the spotless red carpet- he was beginning to believe it was a palace. His head turned above, the ceiling was too high to make out yet an eloquent chandelier suspended down from it- the crystalline raindrops glimmered in a fiery welcome. Hiiro lead him upto the stairs and turned towards the left side. The tall boy stalked down many opened and unopened rooms which were tastefully decorated just by viewing the doors. Kenny followed him to a room at the end which was identical to the others however bearing an elaborate letter 'K' at the door handle. Kenny was slightly puzzled at how they could easily arrange a room so fast, he'd only agreed a few hours ago.

"I have always waited for you to join our team- well our official team!" Hiiro grinned. He placed the key in Kenny's hand and handed him a few instructions then strode out of sight.

"...Ok... whatever," Kenny murmured as he viewed Hiiro stalking out of sight. The smaller boy opened his room and cautiously crept inside it.

Once more his jaw dropped at the luxury so evident in the furnishings and the fine curtains. It was a pale blue room with indigo curtains and-

"A COMPUTER TABLE!" Kenny gasped and jumped over to the stylish white object. It was so smooth and so new, it made Kenny feel refreshed. He placed Dizzi- his laptop- upon it very delicately. His grin was plastered to his childish face as he examined each corner of the room from the soft navy carpet to the white and blue bed. He liked uniformed colours, colours which went together and in this room it all was so organised and so neat, so like...Kenny.

A sickening thought hit him- his luggage was still with Mr. Dickinson and with Tyson, his only possession here was his laptop, Dizzi. He looked around the room to find a cordless silver phone upon a modest table and breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I'll just phone them..."

He looked over to the instruction manual and read it once over- it wasn't asking much and only required him to be on time at meals and training. Kenny sighed and sat down upon the corner of his vast bed, it was then he noticed a pale coloured wardrobe which rested against the wall at the back. Reflected in the mirrored doors was the small form of Kenny- he pulled a face at how unkempt his hair was and how unappealing he was compared to the other Bladebreakers, but he must look hideous when compared to the handsome Hiiro Yamamoto. He got up from the bed and headed over to the mirror, checking at what the outer Kenny had become. His fingers rushed to his auburn locks of hair and he moved them above his forehead. His caramel eyes blinked back at him- finally able to see his face more clearer, ever blemish, every scar and every fault. His eyes looked wise and told of hurt, but they were tired as well- tired and weariness was so evident that he felt so sleepy looking at them. He removed his shoes and wondered why Hiiro hadn't spoken about removing shoes as soon as they entered but dismissed it away and slumped his head into the pillow. Kenny decided to get his much deserved rest and slept like he'd never had before, no statistics or data were to be memorised for tomorrow, no nothing- just a simple rest that he hadn't known until now how much he craved for it.

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A timid knock awoke the sleeping teen but his eyes immediately snapped open, his fringe was back in his face which made his eyes sting. A gasp emitted from the being other than Kenny within the room. He bolted upright to gaze upon a girl whom seemed quite out of place in Japan altogether. He scanned her to be slightly taller than him with slightly cursive features to the non-Caucasian girl. Her skin was the colour of a faded amber and her eyes as dark as mahogany which were portraying fear at this moment. It was amusing how frightful she looked as she twirled her long, dark plait which she quickly tossed behind her back when she saw him looking. She didn't bow or anything which Kenny had come to expect from such a luxuriously traditional house. Instead her lip simply trembled into a clumsy Japanese apology.
Kenny couldn't help but laugh at her pronunciation and the manner she said it in- she was pretty good for a beginner but her words weren't so finely pronounced.

The girl bit her lip but never lowered her gaze from Kenny whom realised with shame that he must have offended her.

"I-I'm sorry, I hadn't expected anyone to come in," Kenny apologised- making sure that he made each word fluent and deliberately slow for the girl.

"I have been ordered to give you a tour of the grounds and of this place, meet your members as well," she replied with as much fluency as she could. "Please get changed and follow me."

"But...I don't have any clothes to change into," he murmured as he blushed at the thought of changing. He always preferred modesty and never spoke of naked flesh and it was so hard to talk to a girl.

She nodded at him then her gaze landed upon the wardrobe. "I'm confident that Yamamoto-San has included this in the...er...cupboard." She went into thought for the word of wardrobe as Kenny snickered inwardly.

He sauntered towards the wardrobe and sure enough there were plenty of clothes- but not so much as three whole uniforms which included a red shirt, black trousers and some black boots. He wanted to wear the rich material but decided against getting it dirty or spoiled and chose beige cargo trousers and a black full-sleeved top.

He turned to find an attached bathroom and shower, and decided changing there would be safest as he locked the door. He hurriedly ran some water among his sweaty skin.

"Why do I sweat so much?" Kenny thought with disgust as he applied some shampoo to his unruly hair. The shower lasted along ten minutes and he dried himself until his skin was pink. He hurriedly jumped into the cargo trousers and the black long-sleeved top. After surveying in the mirror he couldn't help but grin at the image of how much smart the black top made him look. He didn't know why, he decided to gel his hair in the style of Yamamoto but his forehead was too big for it to work, he then decided upon dividing his hair into a mid-parting, with few strands hanging down his face- that looked better.

He emerged out of the bathroom holding a look of contentment and decided upon following the girl out. She led him out to the courts where he saw a lot of black and red uniforms of girls and boys all 'letting it rip' but not with the fierce passion that Tyson had ever displayed. His throat tightened at the thought of his friends- what would they be doing now?

"These are the training grounds," the girl informed him. "This is where beyblade battles take place to determine which people's are better than the other people in the sport of beyblading."

Kenny nodded to show he understood- everyone's eyebrow's were trickled in sweat and he even witnessed Himawari releasing another scarlet beyblade with a strange passion that was almost similar in Tyson. Almost. Her opponent's beyblade was thrown out of the arena and flung at Kenny's feet, where it was shattered to pieces. It wasn't a complicated beyblade, Kenny noted, and it could easily have been prevented from breaking if there was a shockproof ring in the core of it.

He was lead out of the training grounds with looks of admiration following him out to the gardens where the girl explained with more enthusiasm of the beautiful grounds and showed him each bud and petal. Kenny never was interested much in plants or agriculture but agreed with her demand of attention for them and he couldn't help smiling as she led him out of the flawless gardens to the workshops which were underground the Yamamoto Mansion. He entered some poorly lit rooms with shabby workbenches and limited tools and a few blaring screens. It wasn't as impressive as he thought it'd be and he didn't doubt why Yamamoto's team so often lost to other beybladers and never qualified for the finals. She offered to show some of the rooms in the mansion and explained their purposes, he remembered to engrave the way to the Kitchen's and tattooed the IT suite to his heart as well.
Overall, the grounds and this mansion were like paradise and he was extremely pleased with his decision to leave.

"What's your name?" Kenny decided to ask the girl as he traveled into his room.

"My name is Khan Raniya," the girl replied with accuracy and pride in getting the sentence correct.

"Call me Kenny," he offered his hand out to her.

"And I, Raniya," the girl smiled as she shook his hand.

Her fingers were frightfully cold and he was glad once they let go, and slightly troubled in why she didn't warm them. Did she not know how hazardous cold hands could be? Did she even know that she had cold hands?

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Kenny enjoyed the various dishes that dinner and ate heartily without worrying about matches or leaving something for Tyson or issue's that generally worried him. All of the people and the trainees in the house had already fallen in love with his speech and how he could fix beyblades and make them more endurable as he had demonstrated in the afternoon. He was sitting beside Hiiro himself, whom ate without much of an expression but he asked Kenny to see him when dinner was over. A bubble of excitement rose within Kenny, it was definitely going to be his beyblade that he would receive!

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"You asked to see me, Hiiro?" Kenny questioned as he entered Hiiro's room. It was far grander than Kenny's but he didn't mind as humble Kenny didn't think he could handle this much splendour, whereas Hiiro looked so beautiful in this room which enhanced his grace and beauty. His emerald eyes shined as he handed Kenny a box with a covering of red velvet.

Kenny's palms were sweaty as his fingers traced the texture of the soft fabric, then he opened it to find the latest beyblade ever to have been worked upon. It was a limited edition and perhaps even one of a kind!

"Thank you very much," Kenny said gratefully as he took the box.

Hiiro's lips curled into a smile. "You're very welcome- welcome to the Lone Dreamers."

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Kenny fastened his black belt upon his waist and quickly headed out. His hair-style was the new one he had adopted which made him look almost as mysterious as Ray. Almost. He headed out with his new beyblade and launcher in his black-gloved hand. He had almost shut the door when he heard something from his room, and putting his head inside he saw that Dizzi was needed to recharge her battery for the laptop. He sighed, but then decided against it- in the manual it indicated not to be late and decided he would do it later.
In his hurry, Kenny never heard the tone go down, he never heard a mournful sigh and he never heard Dizzara leave his laptop and the data transferring into a form, Dizzara's true form leapt out of the window and shot into the air with a mournful howl- but Kenny never heard it.

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