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, Alexei and Shinobu are mine.<…> means that someone is speaking in Japanese.
Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 23
The beybladers were waiting for Kyouju at Kai’s mansion. The smallest Japanese boy was late, which was quite uncommon, but nobody thought it was worrying.
Mao and Rei were holding their hands and smiled to each other every three seconds. Takao was talking cheerfully with Max, while Kai sat on the stairs, his arms crossed over his chest and his face turned to the sun. Rai was chatting with Ralf and Michael. The other Americans were talking to each other, while Olivier and Johnny were telling jokes about English people. Giancarlo stared with glazed eyes at a tree – he had heard most of them at least two times (and some even three hundred times). The Dark Bladers were also talking, as did the Demolition Boys. Miaka run from one group to another, clearly unable to choose with whom she should talk.
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Finally a person who bore a striking resemblance to Kyouju appeared. Not everybody was sure, if it really was him. This person also had a fringe which covered the eyes and wore glasses on the top of his head. However, he had black shorts, a red shirt and a black tie on – it looked very much like Kyouju’s usual clothes, just in different colours. Instead of his laptop he carried a luncher and a beyblade.
He stopped in front of the dumbstruck beybladers and said:
- I see, you’re a bit surprised. – sounding unlike the Kyouju they knew.
- Er… Kyouju? – Takao stared at his friend with a confused expression. - You feeling OK?
- I never felt better. – he answered in the same oddly sinister yet unfitting way. – And stop calling me with that idiotic nickname!
The blue-haired boy blinked taken aback. And than he realised he didn’t know what Kyouju’s name was.
- Uh… And what was your name again? – the current World Champion mumbled sheepishly.
- He hadn’t told us that. – snorted Kai.
- Yatoji Kenjiro. – the smaller boy put the beyblade into his luncher and took the ‘lunch’ position.
- Wha?.. – Takao opened his mouth and took a step back. Kyouju lunched his blade and it head Takao in the stomach. The impact made the tanned Japanese fall on his rear end, holding his aching belly.
- What the hell are you doing?! – snapped Kai.
- Takao! Are you OK? – fallowed Max’ worried voice. Rei’s pupils became cat-like slits and he bared his fangs. The others were clearly shocked or enraged.
Suddenly, Ivan took out his blade and luncher with an evil voice.
- I assume it was an invitation? – he drawled. – Would anybody object, if I joined the fun?
The Japanese captain seemed to want to say something, but then he changed his mind. He extended his hand to the side, preventing any of his team-mates from accepting the challenge.
- Why thank you Kai. – the small Russian smirked cockily. In a fluid motion he raised his gun-shaped luncher and pulled the cord. His beyblade landed on the pavement, spinning quickly. – You honestly expect to win with someone with a bit beast? – he taunted.
- But I also have one. Kyouju snarled. – Rurture!
Ivan had quick reflexes and called his own bit beast. The purple snake appeared immediately and the Russian’s beyblade started circling Kyouju’s. Meanwhile the brown-haired Japanese had a hard time calling out his bit beast. No matter how hard he yelled, nothing happened.
The small Demolition Boy yawned openly, while his bit beast did what every snake did in its free time – it started sunbathing. Finally the Japanese had enough. He inhaled deeply, puffed his cheeks up and yelled very loudly:
- Rupert! Get out!
And to everyone’s surprise something did happen. A beam of light shot out of Kyouju’s beyblade and a large vulture appeared. It had a helmet on its head and the feathers on its wings were metal, not to mention it was in vibrant green colour. However, it didn’t act like other bit beasts – it stretched its wings to full length, yawned and then rubbed its eye with one wing. It yawned again and looked at its claws, as if checking something. Finally it noticed Wyborg… and attacked.
Kyouju covered his eyes with one hand, when the snake lazily dodged the attack. The bird flew up and showed its middle claw, while the snake returned to pretending it was sunbathing. All the beybladers stared at the scene with disbelieve.
- I hope it isn’t as stupid as it sounds… - muttered Kyouju. – Rurture Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!
The vulture reached under his wing and took out a string with bells tied to it. Wyborg and Ivan sweat-dropped and exchanged surprised looks. The other bit beast used their distraction to shake the balls and everybody heard clear melodic ringing. They waiting for something else to happen, but it seemed it was all, because the vulture hid the bells under its wing again. Ivan yawned.
- Wyborg, finish this farce. – he growled. The snake hissed and plunged at the other bit beast, which strangly enough remained motionless in mid-air.
The small Russian narrowed his eyebrows, an alarm bell ringing inside his head. But it was too late – his blade slammed into Kyouju’s. If anyone doubted that the small Japanese could build good beyblades, he had proof it was true. The Demolition Boy’s blade had been completely destroyed.
- You really thought I was going to rely on a bit beast, which doesn’t want to cooperate? – Kyouju smirked. – How stupid of you. It was only a cover – the true weapon is that beyblade. The Ultimate Round (from the bird’s point of view) Beyblade of Doom!
- It sounds silly… - Miaka whispered.
- Don’t tell that loud, you might cause him to invent even more stupid names. – Yuri mumbled back.
- I don’t really need a bit beast! – Kyouju rambled on. Meanwhile the aforementioned bit beast cocked its head to the side and ruffled its feathers. Finally it gave out a loud cry and dived, clearly aiming for the brown-haired boy.
Kyouju’s eyes widened – it seemed he wasn’t able to move. He just stared at the bird and its sharp beak. Was this his end?
Then in one moment he was lying on the pavement centimetres away from where the bit beast’s attack landed. Takao was crouching over him, with an annoyed expression.
- And here I thought Kai had stupid ideas… - he muttered. – You could have at least watched more movies, before you start playing the villain.
- What?.. – the smaller boy stuttered.
- Aw, c’mon! We’re friends. – the blue-haired beyblader grinned. – Now about the over-grown canary…
The buy in the baseball cap stood up and faced a truly horrifying scene – the vulture bit beast was snuggling to Mao’s chest while Rei and Rai were preparing their blades. The pink-haired girl was glaring at the bit beast but didn’t dare to move.
- Uh… oh! – Takao made a worried face. – Now what are we going to do?
The beybladers stared in horror. They didn’t know what to do: if they used their blades, they could hurt Mao, but if they didn’t, who knows what might happen? Well, Boris for example thought it may be fun, but the rest – including his team-mates - thought it’d be a bit too much. But when all hope seemed lost, Kai remembered the hentai mangas the Demolition Boys gave him. Of course! He could give them to that perverted bit beast and it would leave Mao alone. Why didn’t he think about it sooner? He dashed to his mansion, hoping that the situation wouldn’t become worse when he’d be looking for those perverted commix.
- Well, look at that, Kai is as chicken as his bit beast! – sniggered Yuri.
Kai searched his whole room – under his bed, in his bed, in the closet, on shelves, in the drawer, behind and under the furniture. The mangas were no where to find! He sat down on the floor in the middle of a large mess. His clothes, books, odds and ends were scattered all over the floor, bed and desk. A small part of his brain wondered, how he was going to clean it up, while another small fraction in his brain, yelled that he had servants to do this.
And then illumination came: he should ask his maids about the hentais. No matter how embarrassing it might have been he had to do it. Mao’s innocence and sanity were on stake.
He stood up, ready to face his servants and immediately fell down, because his legs got tangled in a spare scarf of his. Getting out of the room was going to be a problem, it seemed.