Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle For Everything ❯ Dickenson's Invitation ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Distant Storm 
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.31.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 556 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.31.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 556 | Status: Completed
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The Battle For Everything
Chapter One: Dickenson's Invitation
Distant Storm
Kira Storm Drimorov entered the elevator of the twenty-seven story building quickly. She pushed the barely glowing neon blue button labeled 'Penthouse', and felt the chamber roar dully as it moved up the shaft. She checked her reflection in the round mirror, though she knew it was distorted and made her face look like it had been the result of a fun house mirror experiment.
With a final ping, the elevator stopped, opening its door for its only passenger. She picked up her bag, which she had placed on the floor of the elevator, and stepped out, hearing the sound of her heels on the white and black marble floor. She strode down the hall with perfect posture, head held high. At the end of the hallway was a door, which she inserted a key into and opened.
"I'm back!" The young woman called, dropping the bag onto the floor. She walked past the entrance and into the main room, looking around. The half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen had been littered with dishes, most likely from a dinner she was absent from. She leaned down and took off her heels, falling back down to her natural height of five foot two.
"Hey," came a second voice from the balcony, straight ahead. A girl brushed through the curtain separating it from the living room. "Come on out with us Kira, the city looks awesome tonight."
"Alright Libby, gimme a second." She glanced over at her half sister, making contact. In her mind, half and whole sisters didn't matter. It was just her sister. Libby was half American and half Russian, and she was entirely Russian. Her mother had divorced her father and remarried when Kira was little. She didn't really know much about her dad, other than he had abandoned them, then sent divorce papers in the mail some time after.
Libby was a pretty girl, with sparkling amethyst eyes and reddish brown hair that was always slung back into a ponytail. Her face was decorated with a few freckles, and a charming smile. She wore shorts and a tank top, obviously pyjamas. The girl turned away from her sister, and walked back out onto the balcony.
Kira ran into her room, throwing off her clothes and putting on an outfit similar to Libby's. She then exited her room and made her way over to the center of the living room, placing her beyblade on the floor next to the large dish that was placed into the floor, matching the ones placed into the roof, along with the many gardens.
"Took you long enough," a black haired girl said, when Kira made her way onto the balcony. Her name was Mana, having a dark bronze colored skin, brown eyes, and being of Hispanic descent. They all stared out into the city, admiring the lights that had the nearby buildings lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. The huge skyscrapers, combined with the unusual quiet of the city at night made a breathtaking view.
"This place is so much different than Moscow," Kira marveled. "A good different." Libby smiled at her sister. Libby herself had never been to Moscow, but her sister loved it, and when the time came, she would gladly visit her sister's hometown.
"I agree, New York is so alive and bold. Really Kira, it suits all of us." The final member of the group, Diana said. She was a dark blonde, with lively hazel eyes. They all watched everything with a curiosity and patience, letting the world fly by out in front of them.
"Once it gets dark, want to go out and train on the roof?" Mana asked, looking back to her three team mates. Together, they were the team First Strike, sponsored by the B.B.A., or the Beyblade Battle Association.
"Sure," Libby said. She was the youngest of the group, being fifteen, while Mana, Diana, and Kira were all nineteen. Kira had met the other two over different tournaments, bonding through victory and defeat. Libby had tagged along, eventually earning her a place on First Strike.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Aww crap," Kira said. She ran from the balcony to the kitchen of the penthouse. The phone was ringing annoyingly from its charger mounted on the top of the half wall. Pulling the sleek black phone from off the charger, she answered. "Kira Storm here," she said, with authority. Anyone who knew her typically called her Kira or Kira Storm, dropping the Russian for their own sanity.
"Kira, it's Mr. Dickenson, from B.B.A. headquarters." The other members of First Strike crowded around Kira and the phone.
"Hang on one minute, Mr. D., I'll put you on speaker phone." He said nothing, and she pushed a button on the charger of the phone, and sliding the phone back onto the receiver.
"Hi!" The four girls chorused.
"Hello girls," Mr. Dickenson said. They noted that he seemed pretty happy. In all reality, that was a good thing, considering how insane things had been getting with the Bladebreakers at the previous World Championships.
"What's up?" Kira asked. The four girls sat on stools next to the phone, in the kitchen. As team captain, she figured she'd get the ball rolling.
"I wanted to know if you ladies would be interested in a little dinner," He said at first, choosing his words carefully, as always. "You girls are very talented beybladers, and I thought that our World Champions would benefit from meeting you."
Libby looked to her sister. Was it just her, or did a spark of anger flare up in her eyes? Then again, she would totally understand why. The last time they were in Japan, it was not a very good ordeal, especially with Kai and his Bey Sharks.
"Hold on," Mana said. The girls took a few steps away from the phone, chattering quietly. "Kira, this one's totally up to you." Everyone knew what had happened between her and Kai, and how Libby had gotten involved. Kai had been with Kira as a girlfriend back when they were fourteen, then Libby had gotten involved with the Bey Sharks, and Kai had found out that Libby was her ten year-old sister. Kai promptly dumped her when he found out, saying that neither of them were decent enough beybladers, and that Kira should be more attractive than her sister, which at fourteen, she wasn't.
Kira's eyes flashed like a storm swelled in her eyes. Her father had apparently done one thing right by choosing his daughter's middle name. "Kira?" Diana watched her captain with curious eyes. Her decision could get them head first into a lot of trouble. Trouble was the Bladebreakers' middle name.
"Libby, you okay with it?" Kira asked. In all reality, Kai had nothing against Libby, just the fact that at ten, she wasn't as talented as others who were between thirteen and fifteen. Now she was fifteen, with talents beyond most decent beybladers today, though her sister and her other two team mates had been training longer and harder.
"Yeah, I'd like to get a little payback, personally," Libby said. Kira shook her head. Typical Libby, always looking for a chance to pull one over the opponent. "What? If it works in beybattles, it should work pretty well in real life."
"I know," Mana, Diana, and Kira said. They all walked back over to the phone.
"Girls, are you there?" Dickenson's voice sounded slightly frantic, like he had been hung up on. "Have you made your decision?"
"Yes," Kira said, "We'd love to join you and the boys for dinner. Just name the time and place."
"Well, we were planning on coming to you girls, since Max's mom, Judy, is in New York. We'll probably be leaving tomorrow or the day after, so why don't we meet at Tom's Diner in Manhattan?" He paused. "Is that okay with you?"
"That's fine," The girls said, loving Tom's. "Just call us to let us know the day."
"Alright girls, and thanks for agreeing to this. The boys will definitely learn a lot about beyblading from you. I'll talk to you girls later."
"Okay, no problem, Mr. D.," They chorused. "Bye."
"Bye, bye." Once they heard a click, and the line went dead, Mana turned off the speaker phone.
"All I can say, is that you better beat the crap out of Hiwitari."
"No problem," Libby said. "All Kira will have to do is look at him, he'll see her, she'll be introduced by Dickenson, and suddenly, Kai will look like she punched him in the gut. Five years may be a long time, but Kai isn't stupid, or forgetful. And Kira storm is typically a girl you don't forget."
"Thanks for the pep talk, Libby. Now why don't you guys get your stuff and we'll go up on the roof and practice a while." Kira grabbed her beyblade and launcher, inspecting the bit. "Knowing how Tyson and Kai are, they may just be a beybattle involved in this."
"Cool, let's take out the Champs," Diana said, holding her beyblade up in the air.
"Now hold on," Kira said. "Keep your head down here, not up in the clouds. They've been through a lot, and I don't know if we'll be able to beat them."
"We've had trials of our own," Libby said. "So bring them on!"
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< br> Meanwhile, in Japan, Tyson Granger and his team mates sat around the television, watching a horror movie. The only exception was Kai, who didn't typically watch beyblade-unrelated shows. He was outside training, as usual.
"Sometimes I wish sourpuss would just let it go. We know we're champions, and I highly doubt anyone is going to challenge us that we can't handle," Tyson said, growing annoyed, as a corpse jumped back to life on the screen.
"You say that now," Max said, "But when the rest of us gets beaten, he'll be the one dragging us out of a bad situation."
"Maxy, we're the best. What part of that don't you understand?" Tyson had a pout on his face, though he was draped over the couch like a blanket, in the most comfortable spot.
Daichi popped up, jumping up and down like he had been given too much sugar. "Whaddya mean? Of course we'll beat them Max! We don't need no sourpuss saving our butts!"
"I suggest you rethink that," Max and Ray said. The American and Chinese boys got up, slipping past the television. "We'll be outside training."
"Humph. You just do that! I'll still be able to beat you." Daichi, who was also tired of sitting down and watching the movie got up as well, literally bouncing out of the room.
"I wouldn't count on that," Hilary said, watching the entire event occur. "They're more powerful than you in their own ways, and Kai is always so close to beating you it isn't funny. The only reason we don't let you two go all out is because you'd probably destroy the surrounding area within a two mile radius." She got up from her place, lying on the floor, and sat on top of Tyson's legs.
"Well now I couldn't get up if I wanted to," Tyson said, shrugging. "Your big fat ass is on them, you're crushing me, you're crushing me!" He stole a glance at Hilary, who remained quiet. His mind began criticizing him, yelling at him for yelling at her. In all reality, he did love her, just the way she was. But he'd never tell her that. That would be a big mistake.
He stole another glance at Hilary, who glared at him from the corner of her eye, then got up, wiping away the tear that remained present on her face, and walked away primly.
"Way to go Tyson," He said in a whisper. "Just keep messing up, you know, you're getting good at this."
"You should go apologize," Kai said, leaning against the doorway.
"Oh great, the sourpuss is giving me advice on girls now, I think the apocalypse is coming!" Tyson sat up, turning off the movie.
"If you don't, I guarantee you'll regret it." Kai shrugged, turning away from Tyson to walk back outside. Ray and Max's yelling could be heard, along with Daichi's confused ones. Apparently Daichi didn't know who to root for.
"Even sourpuss is better with girls than me." Tyson threw his head into a pillow, his following yells being muffled by the pillow. Ten minutes later, he emerged from the room, his hair and hat completely messed up by the pillow. "Uh, Hilary?" He asked, slightly skittish.
Kai, Ray, and Max grabbed Daichi and abandoned the two of them, rounding the corner of the house. "Hey! Wait! I was training! What are you doing?"
"Shut up!" Max yelled. Kai leaned against the side of the house. "You think Tyson wants to admit he's wrong to Hilary, with us around? No, I don't think so."
"You know, we shouldn't be spying," Ray said, guilt rising in his emotions. He looked to his captian, waiting for the Russian to say something. This was usually the part where he responded.
"It's not spying. We'd probably hear about it anyway," Max said. Kai looked at his two friends, and the little twit who barely made it past his knees.
"I don't care! I want to train!" Kai sighed. Daichi wasn't going to shut up. He grabbed both of the boy's shoulders, mounting him to the ground.
"I want you to shut your mouth," Kai said, annoyed. Daichi, obviously disregarded what Kai said and chattered on and on. Kai eventually, and surprisingly let go of the smaller boy. Both Max and Ray turned away from their spying on Tyson's apology, and looked at the two of them.
"I will not shut up! You can't ma...mmff nmm mmmff..." Kai looked at Ray and Max who stared at him in shock before flashing a thumbs up. Daichi was wrapped up in Kai's scarf, from the mouth down past his shoulders, binding his arms behind his back, making him extremely top heavy.
"I never knew a scarf was so handy," Ray commented. "Hey Daichi, looks like he took care of you."
"... Okay, fine, I accept your apology," Hilary said. There was a quick hug involved, leaving the two of them sitting there, a red blush present on both their faces.
"Damn it," Ray said. Max nodded. "We missed the part where Tyson got utterly embarrassed and admitted he was wrong."
"Daichi, you're going down," Max said, in a challenging tone, slightly unusual for him. Kai looked on as Daichi took off running like a chicken with it's head cut off. He ended up in front of Hilary, who took some pity on the small red haired boy.
"Who did this to you?" She asked, looking to Tyson, who was covering a laugh. She unwound the scarf.
"Mmmi, mmmd mms imm!" Daichi said, trying to get real words to come out, but failing miserably. Hilary kept unwinding the scarf, which seemed to never end.
"Hey Kai," she said, as he made his way across the yard quickly, "Isn't this your scarf?" She looked at him quizzically as he stared at her blankly, as if he had done nothing wrong. Max and Ray began tip toeing to the door, knowing they would all be busted, just like Kai.
"It was all Kai! Kai and Ray and Max wanted to spy on you and I didn't want be quiet so he attacked me with that evil scarf of his!" Daichi jumped up and down for emphasis. "He's always so quiet and perfect, but he's a monster! He'll pounce on you at the last minute."
"Hah," Kai said, obviously annoyed. "You get on my nerves, pipsqueak." He grabbed Ray and Max from behind Hilary and disappeared into Tyson's house, with the two boys, who were thankful for the escape.
"Hey Kai," Hilary called, "Do you want your scarf back?"
"Burn it," Kai said through the open window. "It's got his slobber on it." Max and Ray laughed. Kai was being entirely serious, as usual, which made it even more hysterical, though true. No one wanted anything with Daichi's slobber on it.
"That was what, the fifth time we've had to burn something we've used to tie up Daichi this week?" Max asked.
Ray nodded, though the Russian boy kept his mouth shut. Apparently his social meter for the day had hit zero. "I think we're going to have to put some sleeping pills in his food or something," Ray commented. "He's too hyper."
"Don't you think I've tried that?" Kai asked. Ray looked at him in shock. Max smirked. He had been the one who bought the sleeping pills from the drug store. They had been a pretty good team, though Daichi had an iron stomach.
"You haven't," Ray said, in awe. "Don't tell me he's immune to 'em."
"He's not," Kai said, looking at his beyblade.
"No," Max said. "He'll wake up sometime later, completely awake and even more hyper than before," Max sighed. "I guess we need to figure something else out."
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"I got it," Max said, being closest to the phone. He jumped up, running from the front room to the kitchen. "Hello?" He asked, curiosity mounting.
"Max? It's Mr. Dickenson."
"Oh hang on," Max said, calling the rest of the boys and pushing a button on the phone. "Okay, I got the guys, you're on speaker phone."
"Hello, boys," the chairman said, in a cheerful voice. "I have some news for you."
"What? A new tournament?" Tyson asked anxiously.
"No, unfortunately." a pause was heard. "Although it might include a beybattle. How would you boys like to go to New York City?"
"Awesome!" Max said. "My mom is in NYC!" He jumped up like Daichi for a moment, but quickly contained himself.
"That would be cool," Hilary said. "Do you know how much shopping you can do in New York?" Tyson's mind filled up with the thoughts of carrying Hilary's numerous shopping bags. That would be so much fun, he thought.
"Why?" Tyson asked. "It isn't a business dinner or anything, is it?"
"No," Dickenson said, relieving Tyson's one possible idea for a boring time. "I wan't you to meet a team that happens to live there."
"What's their name?" Kenny asked, having been at a stool at the island of the kitchen the entire time, updating stats for his computer. "I'll get some info on them."
"First Strike," the chairman said, calmly. He heard rapid typing on the opposite end of the conversation. "They planned on meeting me, and hopefully you boys, and Hilary for dinner at Tom's Diner in Manhattan."
"I've always wanted to go to Manhattan!" Hilary said, excited. The boys sighed, knowing that the shopping involved would be enough training. Actually keeping up would be the hardest part.
Ray nodded to the boys, who all nodded. "Alright Mr. D, you've got it. When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning." He paused. "Is that good for you?"
"Yeah," Tyson said. "They would know what hilt them." They all said their goodbyes, hanging up on the chairman. "So, who wants to go train?"
"Let's go," Kai said. "I'll take you."
"Alright!" The two leaders of the group were about to walk out when Kenny called them back.
"It's an all girls team," Kenny said. "Their names are Mana Rodriguez, Diana Porter, Libby Samson, and..."
"Kira Storm Drimorov, right Chief?" Ray asked. Kai looked at them. He knew all those girls from his experiences with the Bey Sharks, and something told him that none of them would be too excited to see him. Then again, his mind said, they probably haven't changed. Kira ran away when you dumped her, so I'm sure she probably still can't take the pressure. God knows she couldn't beyblade then, his mind reminded him bitterly.
"You know Kira?" Kai asked.
"Yeah, Diana lived in China for a while. I met her after the first time we won the championships, and she introduced me to her team." Ray looked at Kai for a moment, suspicious. "Why?"
"Was Kira still a tomboy?" He asked suddenly.
"Yeah, she's always been a huge tomboy. Actually, I thought her eleven year old sister was better looking." Ray stopped as Kai left the room, Tyson trailing behind him.
See? His mind said, Some things never change. Kai shook the thoughts from his head. He was never one to back down from a challenge. He'd just have to take Kira out. Again.
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Thanks for reading!
x3 Distant Storm
The Battle For Everything
Chapter One: Dickenson's Invitation
Distant Storm
Kira Storm Drimorov entered the elevator of the twenty-seven story building quickly. She pushed the barely glowing neon blue button labeled 'Penthouse', and felt the chamber roar dully as it moved up the shaft. She checked her reflection in the round mirror, though she knew it was distorted and made her face look like it had been the result of a fun house mirror experiment.
With a final ping, the elevator stopped, opening its door for its only passenger. She picked up her bag, which she had placed on the floor of the elevator, and stepped out, hearing the sound of her heels on the white and black marble floor. She strode down the hall with perfect posture, head held high. At the end of the hallway was a door, which she inserted a key into and opened.
"I'm back!" The young woman called, dropping the bag onto the floor. She walked past the entrance and into the main room, looking around. The half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen had been littered with dishes, most likely from a dinner she was absent from. She leaned down and took off her heels, falling back down to her natural height of five foot two.
"Hey," came a second voice from the balcony, straight ahead. A girl brushed through the curtain separating it from the living room. "Come on out with us Kira, the city looks awesome tonight."
"Alright Libby, gimme a second." She glanced over at her half sister, making contact. In her mind, half and whole sisters didn't matter. It was just her sister. Libby was half American and half Russian, and she was entirely Russian. Her mother had divorced her father and remarried when Kira was little. She didn't really know much about her dad, other than he had abandoned them, then sent divorce papers in the mail some time after.
Libby was a pretty girl, with sparkling amethyst eyes and reddish brown hair that was always slung back into a ponytail. Her face was decorated with a few freckles, and a charming smile. She wore shorts and a tank top, obviously pyjamas. The girl turned away from her sister, and walked back out onto the balcony.
Kira ran into her room, throwing off her clothes and putting on an outfit similar to Libby's. She then exited her room and made her way over to the center of the living room, placing her beyblade on the floor next to the large dish that was placed into the floor, matching the ones placed into the roof, along with the many gardens.
"Took you long enough," a black haired girl said, when Kira made her way onto the balcony. Her name was Mana, having a dark bronze colored skin, brown eyes, and being of Hispanic descent. They all stared out into the city, admiring the lights that had the nearby buildings lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. The huge skyscrapers, combined with the unusual quiet of the city at night made a breathtaking view.
"This place is so much different than Moscow," Kira marveled. "A good different." Libby smiled at her sister. Libby herself had never been to Moscow, but her sister loved it, and when the time came, she would gladly visit her sister's hometown.
"I agree, New York is so alive and bold. Really Kira, it suits all of us." The final member of the group, Diana said. She was a dark blonde, with lively hazel eyes. They all watched everything with a curiosity and patience, letting the world fly by out in front of them.
"Once it gets dark, want to go out and train on the roof?" Mana asked, looking back to her three team mates. Together, they were the team First Strike, sponsored by the B.B.A., or the Beyblade Battle Association.
"Sure," Libby said. She was the youngest of the group, being fifteen, while Mana, Diana, and Kira were all nineteen. Kira had met the other two over different tournaments, bonding through victory and defeat. Libby had tagged along, eventually earning her a place on First Strike.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Aww crap," Kira said. She ran from the balcony to the kitchen of the penthouse. The phone was ringing annoyingly from its charger mounted on the top of the half wall. Pulling the sleek black phone from off the charger, she answered. "Kira Storm here," she said, with authority. Anyone who knew her typically called her Kira or Kira Storm, dropping the Russian for their own sanity.
"Kira, it's Mr. Dickenson, from B.B.A. headquarters." The other members of First Strike crowded around Kira and the phone.
"Hang on one minute, Mr. D., I'll put you on speaker phone." He said nothing, and she pushed a button on the charger of the phone, and sliding the phone back onto the receiver.
"Hi!" The four girls chorused.
"Hello girls," Mr. Dickenson said. They noted that he seemed pretty happy. In all reality, that was a good thing, considering how insane things had been getting with the Bladebreakers at the previous World Championships.
"What's up?" Kira asked. The four girls sat on stools next to the phone, in the kitchen. As team captain, she figured she'd get the ball rolling.
"I wanted to know if you ladies would be interested in a little dinner," He said at first, choosing his words carefully, as always. "You girls are very talented beybladers, and I thought that our World Champions would benefit from meeting you."
Libby looked to her sister. Was it just her, or did a spark of anger flare up in her eyes? Then again, she would totally understand why. The last time they were in Japan, it was not a very good ordeal, especially with Kai and his Bey Sharks.
"Hold on," Mana said. The girls took a few steps away from the phone, chattering quietly. "Kira, this one's totally up to you." Everyone knew what had happened between her and Kai, and how Libby had gotten involved. Kai had been with Kira as a girlfriend back when they were fourteen, then Libby had gotten involved with the Bey Sharks, and Kai had found out that Libby was her ten year-old sister. Kai promptly dumped her when he found out, saying that neither of them were decent enough beybladers, and that Kira should be more attractive than her sister, which at fourteen, she wasn't.
Kira's eyes flashed like a storm swelled in her eyes. Her father had apparently done one thing right by choosing his daughter's middle name. "Kira?" Diana watched her captain with curious eyes. Her decision could get them head first into a lot of trouble. Trouble was the Bladebreakers' middle name.
"Libby, you okay with it?" Kira asked. In all reality, Kai had nothing against Libby, just the fact that at ten, she wasn't as talented as others who were between thirteen and fifteen. Now she was fifteen, with talents beyond most decent beybladers today, though her sister and her other two team mates had been training longer and harder.
"Yeah, I'd like to get a little payback, personally," Libby said. Kira shook her head. Typical Libby, always looking for a chance to pull one over the opponent. "What? If it works in beybattles, it should work pretty well in real life."
"I know," Mana, Diana, and Kira said. They all walked back over to the phone.
"Girls, are you there?" Dickenson's voice sounded slightly frantic, like he had been hung up on. "Have you made your decision?"
"Yes," Kira said, "We'd love to join you and the boys for dinner. Just name the time and place."
"Well, we were planning on coming to you girls, since Max's mom, Judy, is in New York. We'll probably be leaving tomorrow or the day after, so why don't we meet at Tom's Diner in Manhattan?" He paused. "Is that okay with you?"
"That's fine," The girls said, loving Tom's. "Just call us to let us know the day."
"Alright girls, and thanks for agreeing to this. The boys will definitely learn a lot about beyblading from you. I'll talk to you girls later."
"Okay, no problem, Mr. D.," They chorused. "Bye."
"Bye, bye." Once they heard a click, and the line went dead, Mana turned off the speaker phone.
"All I can say, is that you better beat the crap out of Hiwitari."
"No problem," Libby said. "All Kira will have to do is look at him, he'll see her, she'll be introduced by Dickenson, and suddenly, Kai will look like she punched him in the gut. Five years may be a long time, but Kai isn't stupid, or forgetful. And Kira storm is typically a girl you don't forget."
"Thanks for the pep talk, Libby. Now why don't you guys get your stuff and we'll go up on the roof and practice a while." Kira grabbed her beyblade and launcher, inspecting the bit. "Knowing how Tyson and Kai are, they may just be a beybattle involved in this."
"Cool, let's take out the Champs," Diana said, holding her beyblade up in the air.
"Now hold on," Kira said. "Keep your head down here, not up in the clouds. They've been through a lot, and I don't know if we'll be able to beat them."
"We've had trials of our own," Libby said. "So bring them on!"
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< br> Meanwhile, in Japan, Tyson Granger and his team mates sat around the television, watching a horror movie. The only exception was Kai, who didn't typically watch beyblade-unrelated shows. He was outside training, as usual.
"Sometimes I wish sourpuss would just let it go. We know we're champions, and I highly doubt anyone is going to challenge us that we can't handle," Tyson said, growing annoyed, as a corpse jumped back to life on the screen.
"You say that now," Max said, "But when the rest of us gets beaten, he'll be the one dragging us out of a bad situation."
"Maxy, we're the best. What part of that don't you understand?" Tyson had a pout on his face, though he was draped over the couch like a blanket, in the most comfortable spot.
Daichi popped up, jumping up and down like he had been given too much sugar. "Whaddya mean? Of course we'll beat them Max! We don't need no sourpuss saving our butts!"
"I suggest you rethink that," Max and Ray said. The American and Chinese boys got up, slipping past the television. "We'll be outside training."
"Humph. You just do that! I'll still be able to beat you." Daichi, who was also tired of sitting down and watching the movie got up as well, literally bouncing out of the room.
"I wouldn't count on that," Hilary said, watching the entire event occur. "They're more powerful than you in their own ways, and Kai is always so close to beating you it isn't funny. The only reason we don't let you two go all out is because you'd probably destroy the surrounding area within a two mile radius." She got up from her place, lying on the floor, and sat on top of Tyson's legs.
"Well now I couldn't get up if I wanted to," Tyson said, shrugging. "Your big fat ass is on them, you're crushing me, you're crushing me!" He stole a glance at Hilary, who remained quiet. His mind began criticizing him, yelling at him for yelling at her. In all reality, he did love her, just the way she was. But he'd never tell her that. That would be a big mistake.
He stole another glance at Hilary, who glared at him from the corner of her eye, then got up, wiping away the tear that remained present on her face, and walked away primly.
"Way to go Tyson," He said in a whisper. "Just keep messing up, you know, you're getting good at this."
"You should go apologize," Kai said, leaning against the doorway.
"Oh great, the sourpuss is giving me advice on girls now, I think the apocalypse is coming!" Tyson sat up, turning off the movie.
"If you don't, I guarantee you'll regret it." Kai shrugged, turning away from Tyson to walk back outside. Ray and Max's yelling could be heard, along with Daichi's confused ones. Apparently Daichi didn't know who to root for.
"Even sourpuss is better with girls than me." Tyson threw his head into a pillow, his following yells being muffled by the pillow. Ten minutes later, he emerged from the room, his hair and hat completely messed up by the pillow. "Uh, Hilary?" He asked, slightly skittish.
Kai, Ray, and Max grabbed Daichi and abandoned the two of them, rounding the corner of the house. "Hey! Wait! I was training! What are you doing?"
"Shut up!" Max yelled. Kai leaned against the side of the house. "You think Tyson wants to admit he's wrong to Hilary, with us around? No, I don't think so."
"You know, we shouldn't be spying," Ray said, guilt rising in his emotions. He looked to his captian, waiting for the Russian to say something. This was usually the part where he responded.
"It's not spying. We'd probably hear about it anyway," Max said. Kai looked at his two friends, and the little twit who barely made it past his knees.
"I don't care! I want to train!" Kai sighed. Daichi wasn't going to shut up. He grabbed both of the boy's shoulders, mounting him to the ground.
"I want you to shut your mouth," Kai said, annoyed. Daichi, obviously disregarded what Kai said and chattered on and on. Kai eventually, and surprisingly let go of the smaller boy. Both Max and Ray turned away from their spying on Tyson's apology, and looked at the two of them.
"I will not shut up! You can't ma...mmff nmm mmmff..." Kai looked at Ray and Max who stared at him in shock before flashing a thumbs up. Daichi was wrapped up in Kai's scarf, from the mouth down past his shoulders, binding his arms behind his back, making him extremely top heavy.
"I never knew a scarf was so handy," Ray commented. "Hey Daichi, looks like he took care of you."
"... Okay, fine, I accept your apology," Hilary said. There was a quick hug involved, leaving the two of them sitting there, a red blush present on both their faces.
"Damn it," Ray said. Max nodded. "We missed the part where Tyson got utterly embarrassed and admitted he was wrong."
"Daichi, you're going down," Max said, in a challenging tone, slightly unusual for him. Kai looked on as Daichi took off running like a chicken with it's head cut off. He ended up in front of Hilary, who took some pity on the small red haired boy.
"Who did this to you?" She asked, looking to Tyson, who was covering a laugh. She unwound the scarf.
"Mmmi, mmmd mms imm!" Daichi said, trying to get real words to come out, but failing miserably. Hilary kept unwinding the scarf, which seemed to never end.
"Hey Kai," she said, as he made his way across the yard quickly, "Isn't this your scarf?" She looked at him quizzically as he stared at her blankly, as if he had done nothing wrong. Max and Ray began tip toeing to the door, knowing they would all be busted, just like Kai.
"It was all Kai! Kai and Ray and Max wanted to spy on you and I didn't want be quiet so he attacked me with that evil scarf of his!" Daichi jumped up and down for emphasis. "He's always so quiet and perfect, but he's a monster! He'll pounce on you at the last minute."
"Hah," Kai said, obviously annoyed. "You get on my nerves, pipsqueak." He grabbed Ray and Max from behind Hilary and disappeared into Tyson's house, with the two boys, who were thankful for the escape.
"Hey Kai," Hilary called, "Do you want your scarf back?"
"Burn it," Kai said through the open window. "It's got his slobber on it." Max and Ray laughed. Kai was being entirely serious, as usual, which made it even more hysterical, though true. No one wanted anything with Daichi's slobber on it.
"That was what, the fifth time we've had to burn something we've used to tie up Daichi this week?" Max asked.
Ray nodded, though the Russian boy kept his mouth shut. Apparently his social meter for the day had hit zero. "I think we're going to have to put some sleeping pills in his food or something," Ray commented. "He's too hyper."
"Don't you think I've tried that?" Kai asked. Ray looked at him in shock. Max smirked. He had been the one who bought the sleeping pills from the drug store. They had been a pretty good team, though Daichi had an iron stomach.
"You haven't," Ray said, in awe. "Don't tell me he's immune to 'em."
"He's not," Kai said, looking at his beyblade.
"No," Max said. "He'll wake up sometime later, completely awake and even more hyper than before," Max sighed. "I guess we need to figure something else out."
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"I got it," Max said, being closest to the phone. He jumped up, running from the front room to the kitchen. "Hello?" He asked, curiosity mounting.
"Max? It's Mr. Dickenson."
"Oh hang on," Max said, calling the rest of the boys and pushing a button on the phone. "Okay, I got the guys, you're on speaker phone."
"Hello, boys," the chairman said, in a cheerful voice. "I have some news for you."
"What? A new tournament?" Tyson asked anxiously.
"No, unfortunately." a pause was heard. "Although it might include a beybattle. How would you boys like to go to New York City?"
"Awesome!" Max said. "My mom is in NYC!" He jumped up like Daichi for a moment, but quickly contained himself.
"That would be cool," Hilary said. "Do you know how much shopping you can do in New York?" Tyson's mind filled up with the thoughts of carrying Hilary's numerous shopping bags. That would be so much fun, he thought.
"Why?" Tyson asked. "It isn't a business dinner or anything, is it?"
"No," Dickenson said, relieving Tyson's one possible idea for a boring time. "I wan't you to meet a team that happens to live there."
"What's their name?" Kenny asked, having been at a stool at the island of the kitchen the entire time, updating stats for his computer. "I'll get some info on them."
"First Strike," the chairman said, calmly. He heard rapid typing on the opposite end of the conversation. "They planned on meeting me, and hopefully you boys, and Hilary for dinner at Tom's Diner in Manhattan."
"I've always wanted to go to Manhattan!" Hilary said, excited. The boys sighed, knowing that the shopping involved would be enough training. Actually keeping up would be the hardest part.
Ray nodded to the boys, who all nodded. "Alright Mr. D, you've got it. When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning." He paused. "Is that good for you?"
"Yeah," Tyson said. "They would know what hilt them." They all said their goodbyes, hanging up on the chairman. "So, who wants to go train?"
"Let's go," Kai said. "I'll take you."
"Alright!" The two leaders of the group were about to walk out when Kenny called them back.
"It's an all girls team," Kenny said. "Their names are Mana Rodriguez, Diana Porter, Libby Samson, and..."
"Kira Storm Drimorov, right Chief?" Ray asked. Kai looked at them. He knew all those girls from his experiences with the Bey Sharks, and something told him that none of them would be too excited to see him. Then again, his mind said, they probably haven't changed. Kira ran away when you dumped her, so I'm sure she probably still can't take the pressure. God knows she couldn't beyblade then, his mind reminded him bitterly.
"You know Kira?" Kai asked.
"Yeah, Diana lived in China for a while. I met her after the first time we won the championships, and she introduced me to her team." Ray looked at Kai for a moment, suspicious. "Why?"
"Was Kira still a tomboy?" He asked suddenly.
"Yeah, she's always been a huge tomboy. Actually, I thought her eleven year old sister was better looking." Ray stopped as Kai left the room, Tyson trailing behind him.
See? His mind said, Some things never change. Kai shook the thoughts from his head. He was never one to back down from a challenge. He'd just have to take Kira out. Again.
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