Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ T-blade ❯ T-Blades, bitbeasts, and questions ( Chapter 7 )

Rain: Yo!

 

YamiRain: . . . Yo?

 

Rain: ^-^* I'm trying to use a different greeting before each chapter, but I ran out of greetings in other languages.

 

YamiRain: . . .

 

Rain: Yami? YAMI?! (Silence) Oh well. Anyways, welcome to chapter 6 of version 2 of T-Blade!

 

YamiRain: . . . why do you always say that?

 

Rain: (blink, blink) say what?

 

YamiRain: . . . never mind.

 

Rain: Um, okay. I don't own Beyblade or the quote. I do own T-Blade, (my) Yami, the Angels, and Triton. On with the story!

 

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{{Tyson & Ari}}

 

~Kelly~

 

&Mary&

 

^^Chrys^^

 

+Teresa+

 

“Speech”

 

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Ellen DeGeners

“You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 today and we don't know where the h*** she is.”

 

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Tyson walked quietly down the hall of his rooms, stopping only to knock on the door of the room Terry was staying in. She slipped out as silently as he had, and they both padded out into the rest of the house, dressed all in black to hide their presence from wandering eyes. It didn't really seem necessary however, as the shadows seemed to place themselves exactly where the two needed to stay hidden.

 

Slipping past Max's room on ghost's feet they went down stairs. Once down there, however, they went to the left. Why left? You might ask. There's nothing on the left. At least, as far as the Bladebreakers knew. Actually, there was something on the left. A room. A series of rooms, really. They moved without speaking through a door hidden behind one of those big, old- fashioned tapestries.

 

Once inside they both parted ways, Terry going into the door immediately on the left, Tyson, however, continued on down the hall until he reached the a black door at the end of the hall. Opening it, his face was bathed in the lights from the computers all along the walls.

 

“What's going on?” he asked, his voice barely whisper, but it seemed to carry around the room.

 

“Well . . .”

 

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Kai walked inside from his morning training at six `o clock, not expecting to see anyone. That was why he was using the time to explore. Walking over to the right side of the steps, he opened the first door he saw without really thinking about it. He was immediately blasted with loud, upbeat music and the yelp of Mary as she fell off the bars she was hanging from at the sight of him.

 

Kai took in the room around him, trying to keep the surprise off his face. The room was huge- it had to run all the way down one side of the Manor, at least. The bars Mary had fallen off of were actually monkey bars that went all the way around the room, hanging from the ceiling. Teresa was also hanging from the monkey bars as was Chrys, but neither looked as if they would be on for long considering the way they were shaking from the effort it took not to laugh.

 

Tyson was currently sitting on the table in front of Wiz, who was obviously making modifications to his blade. And Ari was turning of the music that had been blasting from a huge surround sound system on the far wall.

 

Kai glowered at them- but they didn't seem fazed.

 

“Sorry about that.” Ari threw over shoulder as she walked over to Mary. “And if you two fall off you are going to be in so much trouble . . .” she growled to the still laughing girls, who promptly shut up.

 

“How,” demanded Kai, “did you get Tyson out of bed this early in the morning?”

 

“I have my ways.” Ari said coolly, smirking.

 

Like clockwork, as soon as she spoke Tyson looked up briefly, glared at her, and went back to talking to Wiz. As Ari turned back Mary, he silently tuned into what Tyson was saying.

 

“I don't know if the guys will go for it, they're all used to Kenny modifying their blades.” Tyson frowned as he spoke.

 

“Well, they can't blade with there regular blades. Maybe I should just make them all knew T-blades?” Wiz replied, typing away on her laptop. It was only then that Kai noticed that, instead of just modifying Tyson's blade, she was actually switching some of it's parts with a black blade on the counter, make Tyson's blade an interesting combination of Black and silver. He also noted that every time she switched a piece she felt the need to type on her laptop.

 

Tyson was already talking again. “You should probably talk to Chief on this one, I'm not an expert on blades.”

 

“Hmm. Dragoon or Kira?” Wiz asked, face seemingly expressionless, though it was hard to tell with the goggles.

 

“Both. I'll do it later.” Tyson said, and she nodded handing him his new blade and two bit-chips. One he recognized as Dragoon, but the other appeared to be a black Phoenix. (No, not black Dranzer.)

 

Then Tyson noticed him. “Hey Kai! What's up?”

 

“Hn.” Kai responded automatically.

 

“Ty-son!” Ari yelled out of the blue, causing Tyson to jump and emit what he would later deny as a squeak.

 

“What's your problem?” Tyson snapped, glaring at her.

 

She ignored his comment. “I don't care if you're not on my team anymore, ten laps around the monkey bars, now.”

 

Tyson rolled his eyes, snapped to attention and saluted. “Ma'am, yes, ma'am.”

 

His actions seemed to be the last straw for Teresa as she immediately burst out laughing, and fell off the monkey bars, directly into Tyson's arms.

 

“Thanks Ty-son.” She said, still giggling and hopping out of his lap.

 

“No problem.” Tyson said, as they both climbed up onto the bars, Tyson promptly taking off faster then Kai thought someone who ate that much should be able to, Teresa following suit.

 

A second later Kai understood why Mary had fallen off the bars when he opened the doors as a loud ringing sound filled the room, Max's sleepy voice on its heels. “What's going on?”

 

“That's a very good question.” Ray said dryly as Kai turned to look at the rest of the Bladebreakers.

 

Max, who was now fully awake, stared at where Tyson was swinging himself around the room like a monkey, Teresa attempting to keep up. “What are they doing?”

 

“Training. They've already done laps around the house so now they're doing this.” Ari said shortly.

 

Kenny looked at her blankly. “Why is Tyson training with you?”

 

“Because I told him to.” Ari replied, irritated.

 

“And you did that because . . .?” Kenny questioned.

 

“Because.” Ari growled. “And I think Kelly wants to talk to you guys.”

 

“Why?” Max spoke up, confused.

 

“Why don't you ask her?” snapped Ari, smiling sardonically.

 

“Okay.” Max responded obliviously, turning to Wiz. “Why do you want to talk to us?”

 

“It's about your blades.” She said calmly, and Kenny perked up, sitting beside her.

 

“What about them?”

 

“Well, they won't work properly for T-blading. You'd lose every time, even if you weren't disqualified.”

 

Kenny looked distinctly unhappy at this news. “Why?”

 

“Well . . . you know what, I'll show just you. Ari!” Wiz muttered, yelling the last word, and turning to look at the girl who had been supervising the other Angels and Tyson. Now she turned to them, looking at Wiz.

 

“Can I borrow your blade?” Ari seemed to consider, then nodded tossing a red and silver blade at them.

 

Wiz caught it one handed and turned back to them. “This is Lucious, Ari's blade.”

 

“What kind of bit-beast is this?” asked Max, as they all looked at it, and Kai had to admit he was glad Max had asked about the pure white Dragon, because if he hadn't, Kai would have had to.

 

“He's a light bit-beast, and behind him,” she pointed to the blue Phoenix, “is Indira, an Ice Phoenix. But that's not why I borrowed Ari's blade. Can I borrow one of your blades?” Max blinked and handed her his blade.

 

“Thanks, Max. Now, do you see the difference in the build of the blades?” Kai glanced at it only seeing minor differences, before looking at Kenny. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head.

 

“Well, it's lighter, but that's probably a personal choice. The attack ring is different, and its base is odd . . .” Kenny slowly.

 

For the first time since they had met her, Wiz smiled. “A true Beyblade builder. I'm impressed. The fact that is lighter is mostly personal choice, you're right, but T-Blades also have a tendency to be lighter for better maneuverability. The attack ring IS different, your right, but that's not a T-Blade thing, that's an Angel thing. I built them myself, and no one outside our team has one. Except, of course, for Tyson.” Her smiled turned wry. “The exception to every rule. Now, the base . . .” she reached forward and flipped Ari's blade over, revealing one of the oddest base's they had ever seen. At the very bottom was a point almost like the tip of a pencil, projecting half a centimeter from what appeared to be a metal cross with a circle around it attached to the blade.

 

“The base is why it is so hard for a lot of people to learn to T-blade.” She informed them. “Also, in normal blading, you can win with power alone.” She lifted a hand to silence their protests. “You can. I've watched you blade, and even you guys do it quite often. You don't even realize it. But you cannot do that in T-Blading. Power is important, but maneuverability is the most important thing to master. Otherwise you'll end up attacking your own Team mates.”

 

“What do you mean?” asked Max, confused.

 

“We'll show you.” They turned, and were surprised to find that they were all off the bars and watching them.

 

Abruptly Ari turned to face her team and Tyson. “Tyson and me against Mary and Chrys.”

 

“That's not fair!” Chrys and Mary yelled simultaneously.

 

“Sure it is.” Tyson said easily, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You forget, I haven't T-bladed in years. I'm out of shape.”

 

“Like it matters.” Chorused the girls as they walked towards a huge dish, much bigger then the ones they were used to.

 

“Hey, wait a second. Tyson, you can T-Blade?” asked Kenny, glancing between the four.

 

“Of course I can.” Tyson replied casually.

 

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Rain: This chapter was the easiest so far- I didn't have to change much. R&R please!