I’m using the japanese-version names.

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

Sergiey = Spencer

Boris = Bryan

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

 

Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 13

 

 Emily glared at Kai, as some very violent thoughts went through her head. Ollivier looked puzzled, while Ralf muttered:

-         Scheiβe, Sheiβe! – every three seconds. Yuri was staring at the title of his song with an expresion between surprised and amused.

-         You should leave jokes to people with a real sense of humour. – snorted Kiki, obviously meaning himself. Sergiey’s and Ivan’s faces clearly said ‘What the hell?’. Steve raised his eyebrows so high that it threatened they would disappear in his hair any moment. Boris was glaring at the two Japanese.

 

 Kai walked out on the stage and gave the other beybladers an annoyed look. He had one hand in his pocket, with the other he held the microphone. As soon as he started singing, his expresion changed to that of utter boredom. It seemed, he wasn’t going to show, if he enjoyed singing. It was funny, because the song was a jazz piece and Kai was supposed to like those.

-         Conan couldn’t sing, so don’t mimic him! – yelled Takao.

 “And show you I’m having fun, Kinomiya?” thought the older beyblader. “You’re joking!”

 When he finished, he glared at the birthday guests one final time and gave Takao the microphone. The blue haired-boy almost immediately started singing. It wasn’t exactly the beybladers have ever heared. If the Japanese didn’t squeel, he squeeked. And if he didn’t squeek, he croaked. Also the music Takao chose wasn’t what for example Giancarlo liked. It was one of those metals, which weren’t heavy any more. Death metal, maybe? The drumms were ringing like mad and the guitar was as loud. All in all it sounded as if the musicians were trying to deafen eachother. But the blue-haired seemed to have a lot of fun.

-         Thank you! – he said, sending kisses. – You were a great audiance.

 Meanwhile, Ivan spotted a beer labeled ‘Tyskie’. He grinned and whisphered something to Sergiey. The large Russian chuckled, nodding.

 Rei shook his head, chuckling. The song, he was supposed to sing, was not only old, but also stupid. He was sure his friends chose it only, because Drigger was a tiger. He didn’t look like Sylvester Stalone after a box fight, did he?

 Somewhere around the middle of the song Sergiey shoved a glass full of a golden liquid under Takao’s nose.

-         The guys from Vader drink it, I’m sure. – said the burly boy.

-         They do? – asked the Japanese and took a sip. He spitted the beer out a second later. – Blah! You can drink it! – he gave glass back.

-         OK. – shrugged the blond Russian and emptied the glass in one big gulp.

-         I think, I’ll need some help with singing ‘Mope’. – mused Max. He looked around and paused, when he spotted Emily. The america tennis player glared at him threteningly, but the blond was prepared. He made puppy-dog eyes – very adorable puppy-dog eyes.

-         Oh, all right. – sighed Emily and rolled her eyes. – But you’ll need another guy, too. I’d suggest Kai or Takao.

-         Since Kai has birthday, I’ll spare him. – chuckled Max – Come on Takao!

 The three gave a quite funny preformance – especially Takao’s and Max’ dance with very suggestive hip movements.

-         This song is so gay! – exclaimed Micheal.

-         It’s because you’re a guy. – said Miaka with a very innocent smile.

 Kyouju swallowed anxiously. He hated public preformances. But he couldn’t disappoint his friends, could he? Nervously, he went on the stage and started singing. Just a minute later he was brightly red. The text was so... so suggestive! And of course Ivan and Yuri started chuckling and elbowing eachother. The small Bladebreakers way of singing was rather funny. He was squeeking nervously and standing stiffly, stepping from side to side ocasionaly.

 As soon as the song ended the Japanese jumped of the scene and dashed to his table.

 Then Mao shoved Rai, who decided, singing like this wasn’t honorable at all. The Chinese sighed heavily and went on the stage. He took the microphone in both hands.

-         ‘In the Star Wars, Star Wars canteena...’ – he sung a bit off key, standing calmly with his eyes closed. At the end the song he gave the microphone to Mao, who grinned like the Cheshire cat. She winked at Rei, earning herself a suspicious glance from Rai. Takao muttered something to Kai, who managed to have a serious face and still radiate with pride.

-         ‘I only have eyes for you...’ – Billy Holiday’s song sounded strange, but not unpleasent, when sung by the feline-like girl. Strangely for some beybladers, she looked only at Rei, while singing. Finally, she bowed and handed the microphone to Kiki. The small Chinese looked furious. He glared at Kai and than at Takao.

-         ‘I like Chinese!’ – he started singing. – ‘They only come up to your knees...’

 At that moment several kids started chuckling.

-         Jokes about hight should be forbidden. – muttered Ivan.

 Meanwhile Kiki ended singing and threw the the microphone to Gao. The big Chinese started lazyly, slowly perking up.

-         ‘Eat it!’ – he yelled tryumphantly.

-         You know what Takao? – said Rei with a smirk. – You could have sung it, too.

 The blue-haired Japanese stuck his tongue out at the long-haired boy d crossed his arms over his chest, huffing.

-         I don’t eat that much. – he grumbled.

-         But you do! – sniggered Kai.

 It was Emily’s turn. The ornge-haired girl looked furious. She snatched the microphone from Gao and glared around.

-         I can’t sing it alone. – she growled.

-         What are you supposed to sing, Em? – asked Micheal.

-         Weird Al Yankovič’ ‘Ugly Girl’ – was her brisk answer.

-         I like that one! – sniggered Yuri.

-         I don’t think Emily’s ugly. – piped up Max. Takao elbowed Kai, who glared at him.

-         OK, Em. – said Micheal. – I’ll help.

 Emily was growling instead of singing and Micheal spent most of the time laughing. After the orange-haired girl stormed down from the stage, ther pitcher started to sing the song, which has been chosen for him – Iron Maiden’s ‘Where Eagles Dare’. It didn’t sound exactly like it should, rather as if somebody exchanged Bruce Dickinson for Justin Timberlake.

-         Geez Mike, don’t ever try doing rock again. – snorted Steve and dragged Eddie to the scene. The basketball player staggered, but took the microphone firmly. He started reciting Eminem’s ‘Whithout you’, which sounded much better than Micheal’s cover of ‘Where Eagles Dare’, even though his speach was slightly slurred. He, finally, went of the stage, leaving place for Steve. The green-haired American unsurely started singing ‘Wadde hade dude da’ originaly preformed by Stefan Rabb. It was a silly song, but in German – a language, which was a mystery to Steve. He had some problems with pronouncing the words, especially with those funny u’s, o’s and a’s. The fact that Ralf was glaring daggers at him whenever he mixed up something was not helping. The moment the music stopped, the football player jumped to the seat, which was far away from the German.

 

 

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