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 =
Kiki =
Kevin
Ralf =
Robert
Giancarlo = Enrique
Yuri = Tala
Ivan = Ian
Sergey =
Spencer
Boris =
Disclaimer:
I don’t own Beyblade, nor X. Miaka and Alexei are mine.
Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 18
The
beybladers were wandering through the halls in the
Max was talking to Emily, when the ginger-haired girl squealed like a terrified mouse. A spider popped out right in front of her. Max gave her a surprised look and examined closely the creature. He took it on his palm and shoved it under the girls’ nose.
- Take it away! – she yelled.
- C’mon Em! – Max said very friendly. – It’s so small. It can’t hurt you.
- Wie infantiel. – Ralf sounded disgusted, but didn’t do a thing. Michael started sniggering, but quickly stopped, wincing. Mao had just kicked him in the ankle.
- Some boys are so immature. – she huffed and slapped Max’ back. The blond staggered and dropped the spider directly on Emily’s nose. The grey-eyed girl shrieked loudly and run away.
- Ooops. – Mao blushed. Rai sighed and rolled his eyes, while Kiki and Ivan were laughing their heads off. They weren’t the only ones who found that situation funny – Boris was giggling and said something to Sergey in Russian.
- He wants you to do it again. – the burly blond translated stoically.
- It seems he was as pleasant as a child, as he is as a teen. – commented Rei dryly, while looking at the lavender-haired child. The boy hid behind Sergey’s leg.
- Will you stop that? – the Demolition Boy said annoyed.
- Developing a maternal instinct? – teased the Chinese.
- No, a paternal. – the blond was unfazed. – You should learn some more English, Cat-boy.
Rei regarded him warily, as if judging, whether he was joking or not. Finally, he smiled.
- Not bad for a model child Communist. – he said.
- You’re from the communistic country. – Sergey shrugged.
- You have to have the last word, don’t you?
- If you say so.
The golden-eyed teenager shook his head, smiling. Suddenly, somebody jumped in through the window – the closed one. The glass broke into shards and the person had slightly bloodied arms. He was lanky man dressed in a black cape, a red leather jacket, similar pants and a pink t-shirt wit ‘I luv my momma’ written on it. Looking around with a slightly crazed expression he made a step forward.
- I am death come for thee! – he said, sounding very much like Shakespearian actor. Seiishiro-san opened his eyes widely and smiled like child, who just got a bag of candy.
- Subaru, look! – he said to the green-eyed man, pointing at the whacko. – It’s an inept assassin! I always wanted to see one!
Subaru sighed and shook his head.
- Hokuto, you said he would be a nice date… - he mumbled accusingly to the green-eyed girl.
- Don’t be a spoilsport Subaru. – Hokuto said with a bright smile. – Let him have his fun.
- I’m surrounded with nuts. – the young man looked completely downcast. The inept assassin jump-kicked at Seiishiro-san, who made a small step to the left. The red-clad man flew by and landed on the wall.
- Ow. – he muttered and stood up. After shaking his head, he started waving his hands in various directions and howling in a squeaky voice, making a very good impression of early Bruce Lee. Most people looked at as if he was a very strange animal and they were biologists examining it. The assassin tried to punch the tall Japanese, but he bent left. It looked rather silly, because Seiishiro moved away from the assassin’s punches with ease and even managed to light a cigarette.
- Subaru, can I keep him? – the tall man pleaded.
- You’re the seme… - Subaru sighed and gave his companion a suspicious look. – Have you been drinking?
- Um… Yes. How did you notice?
The shorter man slapped his forehead.
- Never mind.
Meanwhile another person walked in. It was an eighteen years old youth with longish violet hair tied into a ponytail. He was dressed in black and had a black leather coat on.
- Who’s that? – he asked.
- Oh, that’s an inept assassin. – Miaka answered.
- Hey, hasn’t anybody told you, you shouldn’t talk with strangers? – hissed Yuri. The small Japanese looked at him quizzically. – He looks very much like Balkov. – the redhead added. The stranger went to the assassin and grabbed his arm.
- Who sent you? – he growled.
- I can’t tell.
- Oh, well. – suddenly the youth’s expression got much friendlier. – What was the name of the first tsar?
- Er… - the assassin stared at him dumbly.
-
What is the highest mountain in
The other man simply gaped dumbstruck.
- How tall are you?
- 1,87! – the assassin grinned proudly because he could answer.
- What’s the name of Wagner’s valkyrie?
- Brunhild!
- Who sent you?
- Boris Balkov! – the man in the red leather jacket made a terrified expression. – Nooo!
- He doesn’t trust me! – the one in leather coat yelled, sounding as distressed as the latter.
The beybladers exchanged confused looks.
- Wait a sec! – the violet-haired youth waved his hand and took out a handy. He dialled some number and proceeded to yell in Russian: - <You don’t trust me!> – there was a moment of silence. – Oh. Okay. – he turned of the phone. – Now listen, I’m Alexei Balkov and came to avenge my father… Although he got this inept assassin to do my job.
- And how are you going to this? – snorted Kai.
- No idea. – Alexei shrugged. – You know that tattoos were in in the nineties?
- Are you trying to bug me to death? – the grey-blue-haired boy asked. – If so, you’ll have try better. Kinomiya can be much more annoying on daily basis.
- Hey! – Takao protested. – You’re the annoying one here!
- Am not!
- Are too!
- Am not
- If somebody’s going to tell me Kai’s mature… - Yuri sniggered.
- Aren’t they cute! – piped up Miaka.
- I’m not cute! – Kai yelled.
- And I’m very manly! – added Takao.
- Yeah, right. – Emily said ironically.
- What a bunch of nuts. – Alexei shook his head. – Daddy dearest fits in perfectly. – he looked at Sergey and Boris. – Aren’t you to young to have a kid?
- It’s not my kid. – the burly blond gave the younger Balkov a tired look.
- You adopted him?
- Go bug your father. – Ivan chimed in.
- Later pipsqueak.
- Why does everybody behave as if it were my fault I’m small? – whined the long-nosed boy.
- And have you been drinking milk? – Alexei smirked. The blue-haired Russian glared at him.
- Yes. – he hissed.
- That means I’ll still have to bug you, because I can’t annoy your genes. – the violet-haired youth shrugged.
- That was mean! – Miaka chirped sounding and looking very cute. – And if you’re mean, than other will be mean to you. And if other people are mean to you it means, they don’t like you. And you don’t want others no to like you.
- Turn off the machine gun. – Balkov’s son said. – You know, it’s pretty annoying when somebody talks so fast like you.
- Look who’s talking! – snorted Kai. – Like you’re not trying to drive us crazy.
- Besides, why are you siding with your father? – chimed up Ralf. – I do not believe he was a good father.
- Not to mention, he was always in the Abby. – the Russian nodded.
- As if we wanted him there so badly. – growled Yuri.
Alexei rubbed his chin and smirked.
A/N
A cliffy! ^_^ Everybody does them, so I wanted to try too.
Also the story is ending, so tell me if you want a sequel.