Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle For Everything ❯ Grand-And-Daddy Dearest ( Chapter 7 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Hilary smiled. Toronto was a beautiful city, she had to admit it. Never before had she been to Canada, this was the first time in almost twelve years that the championships were even in Canada. It was a big world, after all.

"So, are you ready to take 'em, Hil?" Mana smiled at the brunette, brushing her hair black hair all the while. Kira looked over at the two of them, helping her sister with her leg.

"Of course she's ready," Kira commented. "Have you seen the girl beyblade?" Libby smiled, before stretching her leg out, pain appearing on her features.

"Damn it," she whined. "It hurts, Kir."

"I know, but it's the only way to help you fully recover. Don't worry, though, I'll get that asshole taken care of. He won't know what way is up." Libby nodded, determination flooding her features.

"If you won't I will." Kira smiled. That was the bombshell of a sister she knew. One day, Kira figured, the two of them would have to compete against each other. That was the only way to determine who was better. But that day was far ahead, considering the girl's condition.

The championship tournament started in three hours. They were needed in two, just so that Dickenson could do a personal briefing with all the teams beforehand. The qualifiers were today, at noon, and then afterwards, the exhibition matches, which started at seven. There was a two hour break from five to seven, for food and relaxing. They would be down to eight teams by seven, when the exhibition matches began.

"Okay girls," Diana said, entering the room. Kira looked at her quizzically. "Let's get ready to do this!" Everyone started snickering, leaving Diana with a clueless expression.

"Nice hair, hon." Mana threw the girl her hairbrush. "Sleep much?"

"I was tired!"

"You're hair just screams 'wash me, I've been slept on,'" Kira said sarcastically.

"You're the one with a towel on your head," Diana retorted.

"Yeah, so? It's out of my way, and it's wet. Who wants me to shake my head like a dog and possibly get them wet?"
"Or give them cooties," Libby remarked. Kira looked at her with a sly smile.

"Blame Kai. He's the one who gave 'em to me," She commented back, while Libby stuck out her tongue.

"That's only because you were so irresistible. Come on, Kir, you know he wants you."

"I wanna kick his ass. Then we'll talk about 'us,' which doesn't technically exist." Kira rolled her eyes. If she didn't do it herself, her team wouldn't hesitate to start playing matchmaker. Of course, now was the time to be the captain, so they had better be a good little team, or else they wouldn't like her very much once the real shebang started up.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Diana said. "That'll never happen." She shrugged, pulling her hands behind her head. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Good," Hilary commented. "I don't want to scare the competition." She paused. "At least not that way."

"I want you four to dismantle the competition. And of course, as for the finals..."

"You've got it, sir," Four kids yelled, standing at the ready.

"Cody, I want you to take care of business. You know what to do. Once you get to the final four, you may do as you please, as long as the results are satisfactory."

"They won't know what hit them Drimorov, sir." The boy took a step forward, grabbing the object from the man's hand. It glimmered in his hand, cold, and lifeless. "They definitely won't."

"Good. Now back to your training. There's still an extra hour before we need to leave."

"Yes sir!"

Daichi watched as the rest of his team mates stood around a single beydish, ready to fight. Tyson stood opposite Max, who stood diagonally across from Ray, who was across from Kai. The captain raised his right arm, launcher gripped firmly, and pulled the rip cord, causing his beyblade to thunder down to the metallic dish.

Tyson's launch followed Kai's, matching his captain's revolutions. Ray, Daichi, and finally, Max launched as well.

"It's kinda crowded in here," Tyson commented. Kai looked up at his friend and smirked.

"I can take care of that." In the next two seconds, Kai's blue beyblade surged around the dish, a trail of fire coming up behind it. Every other beyblade had been knocked out of the dish.

"Way to show off," Ray said, rolling his eyes. "At least you beat Tyson this time."

"Kai! Would you please refrain from destroying everyone else's beyblade? We have a tournament in an hour!" Kenny picked up all the beyblades, expecting them for damage. He ended with a sigh. "Luckily, there's nothing wrong with any of them."

"Whatever." Kai withdrew Dranzer, and left the room in silence.

"Kenny, it's no big deal. He's supposed to show us up at least once in a while," Max said. "He's the most alert one here."

"That's what I'm worried about. Most of our opponents are people we've battled against, or know personally. The only thing I can honestly say is that we can't underestimate anyone."

"Duh, Chief," Max said. "I wonder if Hilary-"

"Let's worry about our team, and let her worry about hers." Everyone looked at Tyson, who didn't seem the least bit phased.

"For some strange reason," Kai said, from the doorway, "I agree."

"This is amazing," Libby commented, limping down the major corridor on her crutches. Reporters and camera people lined the hall, snapping pictures as the different teams entered.

"Welcome to the World Championships," Kira said with a smile. "Let's get this show on the road. The finals are now."

All the girls wore cargo pants, Mana's were red, Libby's were a dark jungle green, Diana's were tan, and Hilary and Kira's were black. Kira was completely decked out, wearing a black halter with a blue strip on either side to separate the front from the back. On her face was blue and white paint, two stripes that alternated colors on either side of her face, looking like war paint. Her hair hung down into her face, illuminating her eyes even more, while a black cape hung down behind her. Her status as captain was not something to be taken lightly, especially with the array of sexy girls following up behind her.

In the main room, before the stadium, the Bladebreakers stood in a cluster, ready to get the battles on. Kira smiled at Hilary, who was wearing a half tank with two pink stripes separating the black front from the back. Nodding to the brunette, Hilary made her way over to Tyson, getting his, and her ex-team mates' attention.

"Are you guys ready?" Hilary asked. The group looked at her in confusion, and Hilary smiled at Tyson, causing him to look flustered.

Mana walked by next. She placed a hand on Hilary's shoulder and quirked an eyebrow at Kai, who immediately realized what was going on.

"Tyson, do you know who that is?"

"..."

"That's Hilary, Tyson. Our competition." Kai crossed his arms. Tyson jumped back two feet in surprise and Hilary rolled her eyes.

"Can't I say 'good luck?'" Hilary asked. Kira slipped into the background. No one needed to know about the approaching storm just yet.

"Come on, Hil," Libby said, bringing up the rear. "Storm's getting pumped. We should go get ready. Besides, I have a feeling that Kai's going to want a word with the asshole behind him." Hilary turned back to Kai and saw the tall grey haired man behind him smiling, in a creepy yet sincere way.

"Libby, let him have it," Diana said, coming to the two girls, Mana in tow.

"See, I just came to say good luck as well," Voltaire said, in a fake sincere voice. "I've heard about your leg, Libby, and I'm sorry."

"You should be paying for it," Kai intervened. "You're the reason she's not even able to fight."

Tyson's fists were clenched together tightly, turning almost white. "Anything you even try will be taken out to the curb."

"Where's your partner?" Ray asked mischievously. A second man, with long blue-grey hair approached. Libby took a step back.

"The hell you come any closer," Libby warned. Mana and Diana both stood in front of Libby and Hilary. "If Kira was here I swear she'd-"

"Oh, I think she'd calm right down. She found me after all these years."

"You don't know your daughter, Drimorov," Kai said darkly, growing defensive. "That kid you sent didn't come back, did he?"

"Oh he did, but as we all know, failure is not accepted. I believe that's why you didn't make it at the Abbey." Kai really got annoyed, but held his emotion back. He’d be motivated pretty good for his battle, so whoever he faced had better be ready for a battle. Kai didn't respond, he merely put a hand on Tyson's shoulder to hold his best friend back.

"There's more important things than that Goddamn abbey." Tala took a step toward Voltaire. "Don't you think you should go prep your team?"

The other Demolition boys stood behind them, ready to go. What was going to be quite a tournament was just about ready to get underway, although, no one knew who was going to be fighting who in the exhibition matches.

"Kai, where's Storm? She should know that daddy-dearest is here."

"Who are are you to say anything to her?" Voltaire was nearly in his ex-minion's face. Tala took a step back.

"He's her best friend. This isn't about to turn into world war three, so I suggest you get the hell out of here." Diana looked at the girls, who were surprised that she had become serious and bitched out at one of the most dangerous people in the beyblading world.

"Come on Tala, boys, I know where she is." Tala nodded and followed the limping Libby, who led the two teams to one of the locker rooms.

"Damn," Tyson said. "That was Hilary?"

Kai nodded, and Ray turned to look at the two Russians men, who were walking away. "I don't like this, Voltaire's even got help, not to mention the fact that he's here. Things aren't good."

"Just wait until you see what happens with Kira," Max said. "I'm sure she's not going to be a happy camper."

"You have no idea."

"This is Brad Best, coming to you live from Toronto, with my friend, AJ Topper."

"Well Brad, this tournament is going to be quite a doozy."

"I agree," The announcer stated, pulling the microphone closer to his face. "Tonight's battles have been chosen, and will be announced momentarily. Just keep in mind, everyone, these battles are purely meant to be an all out display, and fun for our bladers. They get to know their competition, and you get to see them battle without any pressures."

"Well," Mr. Dickenson said, approaching the center of the battlefield. It was exactly like the one Kai and Tyson had used for their last showdown in an arena. Platforms extended out for the bladers to stand, but they were twice as enforced with metal, as to keep the same issues that Kai and Tyson had from occurring. "I will now announce the matches for tonight exhibition matches."

A plasma screen lowered from a break in the ceiling, revealing pairs of beybladers. The crowd cheered, and the chairman continued. "At this moment, these beybladers are preparing for their matches. Be advised that they had just as much notice as you did. Our first match will be beginning shortly, on the outdoor arena, so those of you who wish to see the members of block A battle it out, please use the appropriate exits. Our first battle of Block B will begin momentarily."

"Uhh... Kira?" Libby spoke in an uneasy tone, sitting in front of the television that broadcasted the events occurring in the arena. "You better come see this. You too Hilary."

"What?" Kira messed with her arm and leg guards. To her, they weren't guards. They were restrictors. Kira turned and came to where Libby was. "Oh shit," she whispered. "Hilary, I am so sorry about this," she said carefully. "Are you ready to fight?"

Hilary threw her hair back, and looked at the screen through the mirror. In disbelief, she turned around, and looked directly at the screen. "Oh man," Hilary said. "I kind of figured this was going to happen."

"Kira," Mana said. "She wasn't talking about Hilary facing Tyson."

"Yeah," Diana said, beginning to get worked up. "Look who's got the last battle."

"I knew that was going to happen," Kira said. "Don't you think Tala and I asked that it be this way?"

"You little cheat," Libby commented. "I can't believe you'd ask him."

"I can't believe he listened," A voice said, from the doorway. Kira looked up, in shock.

"Tala."

"Don't look to happy to see me, little miss perfect," Tala said cheekily. " You aren't on the Bladebreaker's team anymore, so I'm on your side," he joked. "Well, unless I we find ourselves against each other. Then you're going down."

"What? Don't like Tyson?" Hilary teased.

"No. Daichi," Tala said, and all of them shared a good laugh. "Little tyke tweaks me out."

"You're acting nervous," Kira commented, after a moment of silence.

"It's a little too early for you to be getting serious, Storm," Tala said, with a half hearted laugh.

"You saw my father, Tala, don't act dumb. I can tell," She said, motioning for him to sit. "You're in Block..."

"B," Tala said. "I'm the fifth battle, but the rest of my team is in block A, toward the middle. At least for tonight. So, I'll be able to see Kai beat your ass."

"Ha ha ha," Libby said. "She's got a few years of getting even to take care of."

"I don't believe in getting even," Kira said. "I just want to settle things between me and Kai. We always say that we have, but you know it's a lie."

"Yeah, yeah," Tala said, pulling an arm around Kira. "You just worry about Kai."

"Now, now," Kira said. "What was he like?" She knew he was trying to avoid it, but she had to know. She had waited too long to meet him, and now, she knew he was on the wrong side. He never wanted to be a part of her life. That was why she had gotten into beyblade in the first place. However, now, she made no mistake. Beyblade was her life, and she wasn't doing it for him. She was doing because she loved it, and she wanted to learn everything she could about the sport.

"Well, he seemed... er... he was exactly like Voltaire." Tala paused. "He doesn't really look too much like you, except for that hair. He's got strange eyes, blue, but kind of cloudy. Like they used to be intense, but kind of died."

"Being evil does that to a person," Bryan said, standing in the doorway. "Are you staying in here until your battles?"

Kira nodded, though the other girls shook their heads. "I'm staying. They're going to go sit in the stands. Hilary and Mana are in the A Block, and Diana is in B with me." She shrugged. "I'm last up, and the captains are all in Block B."

"I'm going to go," Hilary said. "The battles are about to start, and me and Tyson are up first. Wish me luck!"

The group shouted miscellaneous words of advice and encouragement, then shuffled out, leaving Kira alone. She shut the door behind them and hit the screen, causing it to split into two different battles.

"Let's go girls. Take 'em out."

Well, next chapter should be good and interesting, some Tyson vs. Hil action, and maybe some Kai vs. Kira, I don't know If I'm gonna separate it or not..... guess you'll just have to review and find out.

Thanks for reading, and please review!

x3 Distant Storm