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.
Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 3.
The beybladers just left the plane, when
Kyouju noticed something very peculiar. At first it was only the fact that Kai’s
lips were slightly twitching, as if he was about to smile. Then he would smirk
slightly. And suddenly the strangest possible thing happened. The captain of
the Bladebrakers covered his mouth with his hand and started laughing silently.
For a second their eyes met and Kai’s laughter miraculously changed into
coughing.
It wasn’t the only surprising thing though.
Boris still hadn’t recovered from his sickness and, although it didn’t seem
that he was going to puke any second, he was grayish in the face and glared at
the floor, mumbling something from time to time.
Kyouju decided he would return his attention
to his captain - at least he didn’t seem ready to murder somebody right here,
right now. Kai was looking left. The small brown-haired boy looked in the same
direction and what he saw puzzled him completely. A young tall white-haired man
in Chinese clothing stood with a girl. His hand was resting on the girls
shoulder. She seemed to be the some age as Kyouju. Right now, she was bouncing,
waving one hand franticly and grinning cheerfully. However, it wasn’t what
confused Kyouju so much – it was the fact that Kai went to the girl.
-
Hey,
Kai I didn’t know you go for little kids! – yelled Michael. The girl glared at
him and pouted.
-
I’m
fourteen! Like Kai-Kai. – she announced. – It’s not my fault I’m small and
flat. – at this Takao blinked several times, than looked at a smirking Kai
quizzically. Meanwhile the girl’s expression changed into that of pure, cute,
fluffy innocence. – What do you use to shave your legs? – she asked the
American naively, making Kai, Johnny, Enrique and the healthy part of the Demolition
Boys start chuckling and Emily giggle. – And I’m not Kai’s girlfriend!
-
Nor
do I ‘go for her’. – chimed the tattooed Japanese in. – This is Miaka
Kigai – the classmate, who got the last will of my grandfather. – Miaka bowed
and smiled.
-
Kai?
– Takao tapped the other boy’s shoulder. – Is this ‘Kitsuneko’? – the captain
of the Bladebrakers nodded. The blue-haired Japanese took a closer look. What
surprised him the most was the fact that the girl didn’t look like anyone he
would expect to: 1. hang out with Kai or 2. have mysterious contacts with
scantly clad women, who appear and disappear in bursts of fire. The simplest
way to describe her was to say, that she was adorable – like a small, fuzzy
kitten or like a cute baby. There was nothing what would make Takao think of
foxes around her. Her hair was black and braided in two pig-tails. It weren’t
the eyes which may have made Kai call her Kitsuneko – they were big, black and
brightly cheerful. And her clothing wasn’t foxy too – a blue blouse with short
sleeves and a grass-green skirt of knee-length with a frill on the bottom. And
would you expect somebody called Kitsuneko to wear round glasses?
-
Why
does Kai hang out with you? – Takao decided to ask. It was the easiest thing to
do, after all. Miaka gave him a surprised look.
-
And
why did he choose your team in the end? – she answered.
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Because
we’re his friends... Oh! – the new World Champion made an expression of a
person, who had just discovered
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I
watched the Championships on TV. – the girl giggled. – It was rather obvious.
-
Oh!..
And why didn’t I meet you? – inquired Takao. Kai’s classmate made a mysterious
face and whispered:
-
I
had flu. – and started giggling again at the Bladebrakers expression.
-
Now
I know, why Kai likes you... – muttered the young Japanese. – You’re as mean as
he is. – Miaka pouted at that.
-
He
doesn’t only like me. I’m his Best Friend. – Takao could swear he hearted
the capital letters in both best and friend.
-
Would
you stop saying that? – grumbled Kai. – I have a reputation to uphold.
-
Me
too! – the small girl smiled. – And I’m only telling the truth, and you always
should tell the truth, right Kinomiya-kun?
-
Right!
– agreed Takao, always ready to bug his captain. – But call me just Takao, ‘k?
-
OK!
And you call me Miaka – Kitsuneko is reserved for him. – she pointed at Kai,
who was now pretending not to be interested in their conversation.
At the same time something akin
to a pact was closed between Ivan and Kiki. Seeing that they both had much in
common, the two pipsqueaks decided to do a little prank. The victim had been
easily chosen: Ralf – prim and proper, he annoyed both the White Tiger and the
Demolition Boy. Silently the boys prepared everything in no longer than few
minutes. Their efforts were soon reworded, with the sight of the violet-haired
German trying to explain to an elderly gentleman, in vain, that it really
wasn’t him, who took out a pair of pink, large boxer shorts with the image of
Hello Kitty on the front side and glued them to his suitcase.
-
Kiki?
– Lei asked in his most threatening voice. Yuri felt that he also should check
if Ivan wasn’t involved. However, he had a small problem – when ever he caught
the sight of the shorts, he could barely keep himself from laughing out. The
Russian captain felt that if he’d try to say anything, he’d undoubtedly start
laughing. Thus, he chose to remain silent. Alas, fate chose that Yuri would
have to laugh today.
Miaka noticed the whole mess. She carefully considered what she saw and decided that the joke lacked the final touch. Soon near the shorts one could see an inscription, written in neat, tidy handwriting, which said: ‘I luv Hello Kitty more than my wife.’. Yuri first noticed the sign and than the Japanese girl winked at him and touched her lips with one finger. That was too much – Yuri tried to mask that he was laughing with his hands, but soon he was hanging on Sergey’s arm not able even to move. The burly Demolition Boy started chuckling only a bit later and after a few minutes only the old man, the mysterious white-hired individual, Ralf, Rai and Boris weren’t laughing. The lavender-haired Russian was standing at the side and was wondering, why his head hurt so much. Was it normal by aviation sickness? And than he was tired and angry – they were all still to loud. Ralf was still trying to explain that it wasn’t really him and Lei tried to help him. Unfortunately the man was deeply convinced, that someone with Ralf’s hair and accent surely must be up to no good.
It could have gotten unpleasant for the young German, if the adults hadn’t appeared just in time. Sure, Takao’s grandfather didn’t exactly notice that somebody was in trouble – he was too busy being happy, that the kids are happy – even grumpy ‘dudes’ like Kai. Takao’s father was engrossed in some newspaper about archeology and the Mizuhara’s in themselves. However Mr. Dickinson quickly managed to calm down the old man and soon they were how fine the kids today are.
T.B.C.