Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ T-blade ❯ Whining and Kai ( Chapter 2 )

Rain: And we're back with chapter 1 of version 2 of T-Blade!

 

Kelly: You mean you're finally rewriting this?

 

Rain: (Nods vigorously)

 

Kelly: I must say, it's about time.

 

Rain: I know, I know. I didn't mean too! Honest! I just have . . . ahh . . . commitment problems! That's it! Commitment problems!

 

Kelly: You're not getting married, you know.

 

Rain: Yeah, yeah.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or the quotes. I * do * own T-Blade, and I am very proud of that fact.

 

/Kai's singular thought/

 

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Graham Green

“...You can't blame the innocent, they are always guiltless. All you can do is control them or eliminate them. Innocence is a kind of insanity.”

 

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/I don't believe this. How could Mr. Dickinson DO this to us?! We blade just fine, thank you very much! Honestly, I don't know what's so special about this new style of blading. And he seemed so happy about it- as if it was supposed to be good news! ARGH!/

 

Yes, it was a sad and almost unknown fact that on the inside, Kai whined worse then Tyson on a bad day. Some, of course, would state that this is impossible; others would nod and point to Naruto on a D-ranked mission muttering, “I knew it was possible...”. And all of us who enjoy embarrassing such people as Kai Hiwatari and Sasuke Uchiha nod and smirk muttering the words, “I knew it...” for a completely different reason. But back to the story.

 

There was a very good reason for Kai's anger, and it had everything to do with what Mr. Dickinson had told them. Here was their conversation as summed up by Kai:

 

Mr. Dickinson wanted them to stay together as a team.

 

He'd expected that.

 

He wanted them to enter another tournament.

 

Fine.

 

He wanted them to learn a different kind of blading.

 

Okay.

 

He wanted them to combine with another team.

 

Not a chance!

 

Though that had been Kai's response, as well as a firm and resounding, “No!” he had somehow been conned into it anyway. They were meeting these girls- Girls! - tomorrow, when they arrived at the hotel. Practically stomping through the lobby he saw a flash of blue streaked with white and had a sudden flash back to what seemed to be a very old memory.

 

He had just finished the matched but he couldn't bring himself to look at his opponent. How could he have lost to a girl? If his Grandfather found out, he would be furious!

Still staring mulishly at the ground Kai began to reach for when a slight smaller hand got there first and offered it to him. Forcing himself to look into a pair of very light blue eyes he was about to mutter, “thanks,” when she spoke first.

 

“Don't worry, you'll get better- you just need to focus more.” She smiled warmly at him and Kai felt himself freeze at her encouraging words. They stayed that way for a couple seconds when the girl looked over his shoulder eyes filled with worry. Turning to look automatically he was caught off guard when someone knocked sharply on the door. Ignoring it for the moment, he turned back to ask what was wrong. She couldn't have gotten in here if she wasn't of the students, and student never got in trouble for being in the training room, even after hours, so what had been wrong with her? He would have asked her himself . . .

 

Except she was already gone.

 

Kai jerked himself from the memory, shaking his head to clear it. Quickly walking across the lobby he ignored the stares he was receiving. Stepping into the elevator he pressed the button and leaned against the wall, angry with himself.

 

Stopping in the middle of the doorway for no apparent reason- hadn't he left the others to get * away * from the stupidity? Why didn't he start wearing on of those awful yellow shirts and grinning like and idiot while he was at it?

 

Grabbing his blade from his pocket he stalked into the training room.

 

He would just have to forget that- that memory, or whatever it was.

 

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Rain: Kai's pretty hard on himself, isn't he? And a whiner, too! Ah well. R&R please!