Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped in a Virtual Reality ❯ Chapter 7

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

.Ch 7.

“Oh shut up, Tyson! We'll find food sometime!” Teresa said. “I'm hungry too, but I don't throw myself on the ground and make a show for the bugs.”

“But how could you not find food?” Tyson retorted. Teresa clicked her teeth, placed her hands on her hips stubbornly and just stared at the world champion. She stuck out her tongue and made a face of disgust, as if she had eaten rotten eggs, and went `nyah'. Tyson called that little ritual Teresa's rotten eggs face'.

“I'm still hungry, though.” Muttered Tyson, crossing his arms, and looking sideways. That's when he noticed a brown wolf coming at him. Not too big, with intense orbs, running at a ripping speed, fangs as long as a sabertooth's.

Tyson's first thought? `Food…' and proceeded to begin drooling.

The wolf was of a grey, faded hue, as if it were old, and looking for a meal itself.

“Tyson! Move!” Teresa told him imperiously.

“Food…” Was the response in between drools.

“Stupid Tyson.” Teresa gritted her teeth and prepared to jump and push him.

Just when another wolf came and pushed Tyson with a brusque growl.

Unfortunately, the wolf got bitten on the side and the flesh on that area was torn clean off, revealing bone. Once they were on the ground again, the wolf hasted to bite the younger one on the jugular, so as to make sure he wouldn't get attacked it he had survived. So, the wolf enjoyed his meal until his head was chopped off suddenly by Teresa.

Sorry, but that's just mild compared to the things to come.

.Daichi and Kenny.

“We could…no.” Kenny still was thinking as the sun settled on the horizon.

“What!? Why are you thinking so much!? We could just go looking for them! They can't be too far away!” Daichi said, impatient at how Kenny had to think things so much. Why couldn't he rely on instinct like he did?

After Daichi said that, his stomach rumbled. Loud. [Just in time hehe]

“Uh…I think we better get some food first. It won't be any good to try to find them if we die of starvation.” Kenny told him as if telling a five-year-old kid. “Here. Have some berries I collected earlier.” He looked in his pocket and took out a modest amount of yellow berries.

“They're yellow?” Daichi said incredulously.

“Yes. But they're not poisonous. I made those myself.”

The moment Daichi heard they weren't poisonous, the berries were gone

“Hey! Not all of them!” Kenny protested when he noticed about five second after they had gone down the green-eyed boy's esophagus.

“Sorry.” Kenny almost smiled at Daichi's apology. “I need more food.” The Chief's head hung. When was that boy not hungry.

“Ok. Let's go look for more food.” He walked ahead of Daichi, peeling his eyes for more berries or other fruits. He certainly did not want to hunt for food.

About half an hour later, Kenny came back, with his pockets full of pears, peaches, oranges, berries, grapes, and he carried a watermelon with a big, proud smile on his face.

“Hey, look what I got us!” Daichi waved sitting on a rock in front of a roasting fire, and right above it, a boar, dead of course, with tusks protruding from his sides, forehead, legs and some even from its tail. Daichi's mouth had its meat all over it.

Shocked, the poor boy dropped the watermelon and fell himself.