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

Sergey = Spencer

Boris = Bryan

Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade.

 

Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 2

 

  Takao would have been bugging Kai much longer, if Rai, Michael and Ralf hadn’t approached the two with serious expressions.

-         We have something very important to discus. – announced the White Tiger. Kai gave his teammate a suffering look, which clearly said: ‘I knew somebody will protest.’

-         Guys, we have some free time and we all decided to visit Japan. – explained the American ‘blader.

-         That’s... nice. But what’s to discus here? – Kai glared at the three other captains.

-         We wanted you, I mean you and your team, to show us some interesting places. – answered Ralf.

-         Sure! – agreed Takao, smiling brightly. The other Bladebraker sighed. – You could stay at Kai’s home. I’m sure it’s big enough.

-         Yesss... – hissed the tattooed teenager, mentally counting to ten. And then to twenty, and to thirty for a good measure. – Whatever. – he added in his usual monotone voice. He walked over to Kyouju to book more places in the plane, or better the whole machine.

 

 Boris wasn’t exactly happy about what was going on right now. He had several reasons to feel uncomfortable. Firstly, he discovered, he had aviation sickness, which was as unpleasant as it was annoying. Why did it appear in a normal plane and not in the military helicopter, the Abby used and which was definitely more uncomfortable, was a mystery to him. Secondly, there were his teammates, not to mention members of other teams. They were all too loud. Why the hell did Yuri have to chat with this brat of a Beyblader - Takao?! Or why was Ivan half-hanging, half-lying over the back of his seat? Couldn’t he have simply gone to that green-haired chimpanzee, he was currently talking with? And why of all the things everybody seemed to be talking about food?!

 The lavender-haired Demolition Boy covered his mouth with his hands, as he hunched nearly touching his knees with his forehead.

-         Hey, Yuri! – he heard Takao say, very, very loudly. – Boris is turning green!

-         Boris? – asked the red-head. The other Russian wondered, if he just heard some concern in his captain voice, but he brushed the thought aside. Why the hell would Yuri be worried about him? – You should have told me you’re sick, you moron! – he definitely sounded annoyed. – Get up, I’m taking you to the toilet.

 The conversations stopped for a moment, as the beybladeres watched the captain of the Demolition Boys half-drag, half-carry his teammate. A moment later they erupted again.

-         Wow! That’s one case of aviation sickness! – said Johnny.

-         Serves him right for hurting Rei. – huffed Mao, who was sitting near her former teammate, who was currently fast asleep. Kai, who sat next to her, snorted.

-         I’d say. – he agreed.

-         Nature has a twisted sense of humour. – commented Ivan.

-         Shouldn’t you be more worried? – asked Rai. – He’s your teammate after all.

-         He’s been one only for few days. – he responded. – I barely know him. Besides, he didn’t even say a sentence to me.

-         I wouldn’t be that surprised, squirt. – snorted Sergey. – After those experiments Balkov put him through, you’d be anti-social too.

-         What about Yuri, Mr. Psychologist? He’s one big, walking experiment and not half as bad as Boris. – huffed the small Demolition Boy.

-         That’s because Balkov left Yuri’s head alone and messed with Boris’. – answered the bulky teenager and yawned loudly. – Now leave me alone, I’m sleepy.

-         What experiments?! – several voices asked in unison. Ivan sighed and rolled his eyes. Next time he would make sure not to talk so loudly.

-         Something with Yuri’s muscles and stuff, I don’t know about Boris though. You’d have to ask him. – he pointed at Sergey. - But I wouldn’t advise doing it now. He’s as bad as Yuri, when tempers are concerned. And it gets, worse when you wake him up.

The blonde Russian opened one eye.

-         I heard that. – he muttered.

                                                                                                                               T.B.C.

 

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