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 and X. Miaka and Alexei are mine.
Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 20
Unfortunately for the beybladers Sorata
totally forgot that married couples usually spend a honeymoon somewhere far
away – Kamui and Kotori being no exception. And so after getting through the
crowded streets of
- Maybe Fuuma will be able to help. – mused Sorata. Arashi nodded mutely.
- Could somebody tell me what happened, exactly? – growled Yuri.
- Sure. – Subaru answered cheerfully, very happy to be able to get away from Seiichiro and his new plaything. – You see, yesterday Kamui Shiro and Kotori Monou had a wedding party. And… H’m… When people like us – with special abilities - get drunk it can have serious consequences. In this case there was quite much of people like this and we unwillingly created an energy field, which had to release the said energy – and that lead to your friend turning into a small child.
- … Yeah, sure. Whatever. – the redhead said weakly. He turned around and quickly went to Sergey. Miaka looked at Subaru sternly, which came out more like a babyish pout.
- Now look what you’ve done, Subaru-san! – she said, sounding much like a mother scolding a naughty child. She turned around and walked away. The green eyed man sighed wearily.
Fuuma Monou had experienced various strange things in his life, including developing a second genocidal personality and running around with a stuffed-toy frog on his head. However, it was the first time he had seen such an effect of an alcohol filled night. A teenager changing into a child? What was this world coming to?! The young man concentrated – what had been destroyed should… No! No! No! That was wrong. He took a deep breath and concentrated again. Destroyed balance should be regained and could be regained. Yes, this was much better. Now, on to work.
Kyouju sat down on the lawn, watching the others from behind both his fringe and laptop. He saw Mao giggling and blushing, after Rei whispered something to her ear. Max was chatting with Michael right now and seemed so damn perky, it made the small Japanese sick. Kai was quarrelling with Takao again, as if they thought it was amusing. And there were Kiki and Ivan who were having a conversation and judging from their behaviour they just thought of some prank. Miaka was talking to Sergey and Yuri. The redhead looked slightly different than his usual emotionless face – making an impression as if ice would start melting. His big teammate seemed amused, both by his captain behaviour and the girl’s silly way of being. All in all everybody made a very happy impression. Couldn’t they see? Of course not, he was only needed when a bayblade needed upgrading or got broken. Who was interested in him? Takao was hanging out with Kai – though he said it was only because otherwise the guy would stand under a wall. Yeah right, he just found someone more interesting. Well, if they didn’t want him as a friend they would have an enemy in him!
He started thinking how to show them what it meant to ignore him. Maybe he should build the Ultimate Beyblade of Doom? But than, he didn’t have a bitbeast and it would be all too easy for the others to destroy… So maybe he should phone Balkov? And than his imagination started to work with full force. First he saw, what might happen if Balkov’s son – Alexei would pick up the phone.
- Hello. Alexei Balkov speaking. – the small Bladebreaker could hear the bored voice of the eighteen-year-old, somehow managing to ignore the fact that the violet-haired Russian would start the conversation in his maternal language.
- I want to speak with Mr. Balkov. – his own voice sounded deep and mysterious.
- Oh, sorry, but you can’t. – Alexei’s voice sounded all too bored. – I just threw him out of the window. Please leave your massage after the splat. I’ll deliver it when he awakes from coma.
So he quickly tried to imagine what would happen, if Balkov took the phone.
- Hello. Boris Balkov (pant) speaking. – the scientist sounded out of breath. – I’m currently (pant) raping my son (pant). Please phone us (pant) later.
Kyouju banged his head against the keyboard. He’d have to think of something much more evil. Eeeviiiil!
Meanwhile in
- Watcha think? – Alexei said, while chewing a bubble gum. The older man glared at him furiously.
- You gave me a dildo! – he said accusingly.
- So? – his son shrugged, looking very bored. – It has an USS Enterprise pattern on it and you’re a trekkie
- But I don’t need a dildo!
- You can use it to support books? – the eighteen-years-old shrugged.
- I’m starting to wonder, if being crazy isn’t some genetical defect in my family. – the scientist mumbled darkly.
- Considering the fact, that grandma, God bless her soul, always said you’re the sanest? – the young man snorted. – That’s an understament!
- Don’t remind me of my mother. – growled Boris Balkov. – That woman was crazy!
- No wonder. Her husband and son were nuts too.
- And her grandson.
At
that point somebody knocked on the door. The younger man glared t his father
and went to open it. A plump woman in her mid-thirties stood before him. She
had strawberry blond hair and had grey eyes, which right now had the expression
of a hunting predator. Her husband, who came from
- Mrs. Kalakutas?
- Why hello Sasha! – she exclaimed gleefully. – Is your father home?
- Er?.. Sure! – Alexei was slightly baffled by the change in his usually timid neighbour. – Mrs. Kalakutas wants to see you!
The next thing, which could be hard, was the sound of nervous running, as if someone was trying to hide.
- Get out! – Alexei yelled once more. – You don’t want to embarrass me.
The violet-haired scientist reluctantly came out.
Boris came out of the temple back his teenage self. He glared at everybody mutely.
- Aww… And he was so cute as a kid! – Miaka said, disappointed.
- I was never ‘cute’. – the lavender-haired Russian growled.
- But you were! – the Japanese girl gave him her most innocent look, complete with fluttering eyelashes and a wide-eyed stare. Yuri sniggered at that, but quickly recomposed himself.
- And how come you know how I look as a kid? – the pale teenager growled. Now most beybladers thought it was weird for someone not to remember that he spent the current day as a six-year-old. They gathered in a group, leaving Boris standing alone.
- Now, this is weird. – said Michael.
- You said it, man. – nodded Eddy.
- It happens in every movie, dummies. – piped up Takao. – Some guy changes into something else and when he changes back, he doesn’t remember a thing.
- Life is not a movie, Kinomiya. – Kai said icily.
- But it doesn’t change the fact he doesn’t remember! – protested Max.
- He may be pretending. – chimed in Emily.
- What for? – snorted Yuri.
- He’s ashamed? – suggested Ivan, with a malicious glint in his eye.
- I can hear you! – the subject of the conversation suddenly put his head between his captain and Sergey. – And I still don’t get what the hell you’re babbling about… But I do have a memory gap.
There was a collective sigh of annoyance.
- Whatever. – finally said Kai. – We may all as well go home… Or to the hotel.
A/N
Yes I do remember Kyouju has Dizzy, but she’s in his laptop and can’t get out… And as far as I know, she was edited in the dub.
A trekkie is a rabid Star Track fan. How come I think Balkov is one? Well, The Demolition Boys’ bitbeasts’ names all and with –borg and there was a race called Borgs in Star Track. Could be fan-reference… And it is here. ^^