I’m using the japanese-version names (at least those I know).

Takao Kinomiya = Tyson Granger

Kyouju = Kenny/Chief

Rei Kon = Ray

Max Mizuhara = Max Tate

Rai = Lee

Mao = Mariah

Gao = Gary

Kiki = Kevin

Ralf = Robert

Giancarlo = Enrique

Yuri = Tala

Ivan = Ian

Sergey = Spencer

Boris = Bryan

Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade, nor X.

 

Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 10

 

 Boris was sitting in the hall, his chin resting on his knees. He was staring blankly at the wall before him. Yuri sighed – getting the other boy to come back wouldn’t be easy.

-         Don’t you think you’re over-reacting? – he tried.

-         No.

-         You can stop sulking now, Sergey’s feeding them gossip. – maybe this would work.

-         What does my sulking have to do with Sergey’s gossip? – the lavender-haired boy turned his head to look at his captain.

“At least he’s talking...” thought the red-head.

-         You don’t want to spend the whole party here, do you? – continued Yuri. He wasn’t really prepared for his teammate’s reaction.

-         That’s exactly what I want to do! – snapped Boris. – At least nobody will bug me here.

-         But...

-         I’m not you! I don’t want any company! – the lavender-eyed Russian barked. – Leave me alone!

-         Fine. See, if I care. – huffed the red-haired captain. He just wanted to help and what did he get? Some people!.. Before the row went further another person came. It was Kai’s classmate Miaka.

-         Hey you two! – she bounced up. – Come on! We’ll be telling funny stories! Come on, come on, comeoncomeoncomeon!

-         What stories? – asked Yuri, who wondered what could be so exciting about it, that it made the girl bounce.

-         Funny ones! – the Japanese giggled. – And that small boy with a long nose... Ivan!.. wants you to come, Yuri. He says, you know a good one and that he knows it too, but he wants you to tell it, because he knows some others too and you can tell it better! Come on! – she said it all without even pausing for a breath and grabbed the red-heads hand.

-         I’m not coming. – muttered Boris.

-         Why not? It’ll be fun! – she bent down, still holding Yuri’s hand, which meant that the boy had to stoop too. – Come on! If don’t know any funny stories, you don’t have to talk. Come on! – she looked at the pale teenager with large pleading eyes. – Please, please, please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! With a cherry on top?

-         Will you stop bugging me, if I go? – Boris gave her a tired look.

-         OK! – the girl smiled brightly and bounced up, jerking Yuri’s hand up to.

“What a funny kid!” the red-head thought.

 

 The beybladers were sitting in a large circle. Takao was eating a piece of a cake, while Gao munched some strange Japanese dish.

-         It was long ago. – started Ralf. – You see, my grand-grand-grandfather was a bit eccentric.

-         Just say he was a nut. – snorted Eddie. Emily promptly pinched his foot.

-         Shut up. – she hissed.

-         As I was saying, he was a bit queer. – continued the German. – He used to think he was a dog. And he behaved like dog – he barked, growled and bit several maids in the ankles. After he did this to another one, his wife decided he was playing mad, just to be able to peek under the maids dresses. So she said, that a dogs place is outside. And it worked, my grand-grand-grandfather was instantly cured.

-         He keeps telling this story every time he has the occasion. – muttered Jean Carlo to Max. – I’m sick of it.

-         I’ll tell you a story about foxes. – said Miaka. She took a deep breath and started talking im a much more serious voice than her usual serene chirping. - The foxes which infested the house and grounds of Major Counselor Yasumichi's old mansion were always making mischief, but since they never really did any harm Yasumichi let the matter pass. They got naughtier and naughtier as the years went by, though, until one day he angrily decided that enough was enough. Those foxes would have to go.

-         And I’m sure people were quite relived. – sniggered Johnny.

-         Hey, don’t interrupt me! – the black-haired girl poked her tongue at the Scott. – But back to Yasumichi: he announced a grand fox hunt to his household, for the next day. The servants were to bring bows and arrows, sticks, or whatever weapons they could devise, and flush...

-         First you’re talking ‘bout foxes, now ‘bout toilets?! – Michael asked bewildered.

-         I’m not finished! – chipped Miaka angrily.- They were supposed to kill every fox. Uff... They would surround the house, and men would be posted not only on the garden wall but on the roof as well, and even in the space between the ceiling of the rooms and the roof. Every fox that showed itself would be killed.

-         Woah! – Steve gave the Japanese an incredulous look. – Those foxes were even on the roof?

-         They were magical. – Kai’s classmate huffed. – So, near dawn on the fateful day Yasumichi had a dream. A white-haired old man, looking rather like an aged menial, was kneeling under the tangerine tree in the garden, bowing respectfully to him.

"Who are you?" asked Yasumichi.

"Someone who has lived here in the mansion for many years, sir," the old man answered nervously. "My father lived here before me, sire, and by now I have many children and grandchildren. They get into a lot of mischief, I'm afraid, and I'm always after them to stop, but they never listen. And now, sir, you're understandably fed up with us. I gather that you're going to kill us all. But I just want you to know, sir, how sorry I am that this is our last night of life. Won't you pardon us, one more time? If we ever make trouble again, then of course you must act as you think best. But the young ones, sir -- I'm sure they'll understand when I expplain to them why you're so upset. We'll do everything we can to protect you from now on, if only you'll forgive us, and we'll be sure to let you know when anything good is going to happen!"

The old man bowed again and Yasumichi awoke. When the sky had lightened, he got up and looked outside. Under the tangerine tree sat a hairless old fox which, and the sight of him, slunk under the house.

The perplexed Yasumichi gave up his fox hunt. There was no more troublesome mischief, and every happy event around the house was announced by a fox's sharp bark.

-         Eh? – Kiki glanced questioningly at her. – That’s a legend or what?

-         Yes. – Miaka nodded.

-         Well, I know a funny legend too. – piped Emily up. – A Scandinavian one with Loki and Thor. – she glared at her teammates, who were staring at her as though she started talking Chinese. – Loki was the god of fire and very mischievous. Thor was the god of thunder and protector of mankind. He had a magic hammer – Mjollnir, which could summon lightings for him. It was a powerful weapon, which the Aesir (the good guys for you dimwits) frequently used against the Ice Giants (the bad guys). But when day when Thor woke up he couldn’t find his beloved weapon. He searched trough whole Valhalla (the place where the Aesir lived) – in vain. However, he found a note. It said he should bring Freya – the goddess of love to marry the chief of the Ice Giants or he would never see his hammer again. Thor ran to Freya and told her she was going to marry the chief of the Ice Giants. Sadly, the goddess didn’t intend to become wife to such a creature. So she told Thor to bugger of.

Now, the god of thunder wasn’t going to give up so easily. He went to Loki, who was the smartest person in Valhalla. The trickster had of course come up with a way to get Mjollnir back – Thor would have to dress up as Freya. Thor, having no better ideas, agreed. Unfortunately, he didn’t want to shave his beard and had more than little problems with acting like woman, so Loki dressed up as a woman too.

 They went to the Ice Giants, who were fooled by their disguise (although Thor still had his beard). The first thing, which made their hosts suspicious, was how much ‘the bride’ had eaten – only several oxes and few barrels of honey. However Loki managed to explain, that ‘she’ was so nervous before that ‘she’ couldn’t eat. Then the chief said, that they’re going to be blessed with the magical hammer and Thor’s eyes started gleaming with joy, which surprised the giant. Loki quickly explained that ‘the bride’ couldn’t sleep because of her excitement and her eyes were gleaming because she was tired.

 But as soon Mjollnir was brought, Thor jumped up, seized his weapon and killed all the giants.

-         Gee, Em I thought you wanted to study quantum physics or some other maths, not mythology. – sniggered Micheal.

-         Oh, shut up! – said Max. – I think it was funny.

-         After reading Marvels “Thor” comics, I got interested in the comics background and read the Scandinavian mythology. – Said Emily blushing. Everybody looked at Emily as if they just heard that George Bush was a woman.

-         That Thor guy wasn’t the brightest bulb. – added Steve.

-         Yuri, tell them about the guard. – said Ivan with a smirk.

-         OK. – grinned the red-head. – You see, there was a guard in the Abby, who... hm... ‘liked’ kids. Now, I don’t want to sound arrogant, but...

-         You will. – broke Ivan in. – I’ll say it for you. The guy thought my dear captain was very attractive. He was seven and I was six.

-         Thanks! – growled the taller Russian. – Who’s telling the story?

-         Fine, go on. I only wanted to help. – huffed the Demolition Boy with a long nose.

-         So one day he went to our room. – Yuri grinned again. – Poor soul thought he was going to have easy fun. He didn’t. When he tried to I bit his hand.

-         I was better! – chimed Ivan in. – I bit him straight in his left buttock.

-         And how did you know, he was going to... you know?.. – asked Mao.

-         He said it. – answered the red-haired boy bluntly.

-         Is that all? – asked Jean Carlo. – I hoped for more!

-         Well, the guard made a lot of noise. Some other people came. – Yuri went on. – He was kicked out, because Balkov needed the kids concentrated on training and not avoiding guards with issues.

-         That was a good one. – said Johnny approvingly. Miaka looked at the red-head with that worshipping look you sometimes see when people talk about great heroes.

-         Wow! You were so brave! – she cooed. The captain of the Demolition Boys grinned proudly.

-         Well, Rei isn’t worse! – Mao announced and hugged her childhood friends arm. – Tell them about the bullies!

-         OK. – Rei looked far from uncomfortable. He smiled proudly and started talking. – You see there were three big boys in our village. Mean kids, they were. They picked on the smaller kids...

-         Like me. – piped Kiki up.

-         ... and girls. – the black-haired boy continued. – Well, me, Rai and Gao tried to stop them. We beat them up once, but they didn’t catch the hint. So we realised we had to do something...

-         ... smarter. – the small White Tiger broke in again. – I had to help them, because without me they wouldn’t think of something so...

-         Mean? – chimed Rai in. – You see, those thugs weren’t too bright and er... liked to eat.

-         So I slipped some sleeping pills in some food and placed it in a convenient place. – the green-haired Chinese started talking again. – And guess what?

-         They ate it. – snorted Ivan. – That was obvious.

-         Hey! Don’t interrupt! – hissed Kiki.

-         I thought I was to tell this story. – muttered Rei. – Anyway, they fell asleep after a while and we could proceed with our plan. So we painted them.

-         You painted them? – asked Olivier.

-         Yes. Their faces and their clothes. – nodded the Chinese Bladebreaker. – One was pink with blue flowers.

-         I did it! – said Mao proudly.

-         Another one had mice all over him.

-         Pigs, they were pigs. – broke Gao in.

-         Uh-h... Yeah pigs... – Rei gave the large boy an uncertain look. He was sure it were mice. – And the last one was... let’s just say very colourful.

-         Three persons painting one do this. – nodded Rai.

-         Too many cooks spoil the soup! – said Micheal, who felt that this story must end with a deep quote or something alike. He earned several odd glances.

 

T.B.C.

 

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