I’m using the Japanese-version names (at least those I know).

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, nor X.

 

Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 5

 

 Kai gave the strange white-haired person a closer look. And the first glance the individual appeared to be male, but after a closer examination he seemed to be rather androgynous. And he was strange. His violet eyes had something in them – a feeling, which Kai couldn’t define. Than there was the marking on the man’s forehead – three petals. The captain of the Bladebrakers knew he shouldn’t ask the strange man – that would be to nosy, so he decided on something more discreet.

-         Kitsuneko, who is this guy? – he addressed the small girl. Miaka smiled brightly.

-         Oh! Silly me! – she chirped. – That’s Nataku – one of mommies special ‘friends’. He’s... She’s... – she glanced at the white-haired man. – Uh... I’ll stay with the ‘he’ option. He’s nice, really nice.

-         Wasn’t?.. – Kai started to ask, but the girl chimed in before he could even finish the sentence.

-         Yes, mommy was supposed to be your legal guardian, but she’s a bit to frivolous for that, so Satsuki-oneechan made a bit of her computer tricks and Nataku is! – she rambled, almost as fast as a machine gun. The beyblader nodded.

-         I’d say your mother tends to be silly and careless. – he smirked. – You’re the proof.

-         Meanie! – Miaka pouted, but suddenly her expression changed into a mischievous smile. – Kai-Kai! Your birthday will be in three days! – she exclaimed, making sure everybody heard her. – Wouldn’t it be nice, if you have a birthday party? Don’t you agree Takao? – she turned to the boy in the baseball-cap, before Kai could say a word. The new World Champion grinned his trademark goofy smile.

-         Brilliant! Don’t you agree Maxy? – the blue-haired boy turned to his blond friend. After a while almost everybody was staring at Kai, waiting for his answer. The tattooed teenager threw his hands up and sighed heavily.

-         All right! You can have the party, for all I care. – he stated. – Just don’t destroy my house.

 The other beybladers cheered – well, except for Boris, who was still busy with his aching head.

-         Rei, would you help us with finding a shop? – asked Mao, looking at her childhood friend pleadingly. The Chinese Bladebraker blushed.

-         Sure! – he said quickly.

-         Max? – Emily looked at the blond boy. – I guess, we’d also need a helping hand.

-         OK! – the orange-green clad boy agreed heartily and bounced up several times to emphasize it. Miaka grabbed Olivier’s arm at that moment.

-         You’re going with me! – she declared.

-         Of course... – he started to say.

-         But only you. – the girl added. – And don’t you dare to imagine anything stupid! – she tried to sound threateningly, but failed.

-         O... Oui... – stuttered the French boy, wondering what trouble he had gotten into.

-         Takao, would you accompany us? – asked Ralf, formal as usual.

-         Why not? – happily agreed the blue-eyed Bladebraker. That, however, created a little problem.

-         A... Are y-y-you s-s-sure y-you w-w-wont m-m-man...age o-on y-your o-own? – stuttered Kyouju glancing nervously at the Demolition Boys and the Dark Bladers. Both teams shook their heads simultaneously. – O-o m-my...

-         Don’t worry. – said Lupinex and patted the small Bladebraker’s arm almost giving him a heart attack. – We won’t let them hurt you. – he assured.

-         T-thank y-you. – whispered the brown-haired boy faintly.

-         He’s a nervous one. – muttered Sanquinex to Centaph.

-         Wonder why? – mused the mummy. The Russian team just stared blankly, not understanding what was going on.

-         So tomorrow we go shopping! – announced Emily cheerfully, in such a way, that it made all the boys groan.

 

 It was a beautiful day – the sun was shininng and the grass was green (not under the three feet of snow, I mean). Olivier wondered what he was supposed to buy a person, he didn’t really know well. He hoped the small Japanese would be some help – she appeared to know Kai.

-         Hello! – a bright voice chipped. It was Miaka.

-         ‘ello. – answered the French boy.

-         First things first. You call me Miaka. – the girl announced.

-         I’ll be delighted to. – Olivier replied. – Please, call me Olivier.

-         I like you! – the small girl giggled covering her face with one hand. – Come on!

-         Where are we going? – the green-haired Majestic wanted to know.

-         To a nice music-shop. – happily chirped the Japanese. – Kai-Kai likes jazz best!

-         Really? – marveled the Frenchman. – ‘e... doesn’t look like jazz-fan.

-         He likes blues too. – giggled Miaka.

-         J’ai une bonne idee, Madmoiselle... – said Olivier, with a sly smile. The small Japanese blinked several times, wondering what her companion had just said.

 

 The White Tigers had found the perfect gift. They could almost hear the angelic chores singing and see the pure light radiating from it. None doubted it was the ideal thing to give Kai. So, they bought it. Now, they were standing and marveling at the simplicity of the idea. A long, white scarf rested in Mao’s hands – everybody knew white got easily stained and that Kai adored his scarf. After putting one to one, the Chinese team plus Rei had no problem figuring what to buy.

 However, their joy was short-lived. They noticed they were lost – hopelessly lost and that the map was missing. Rai sighed heavily.

-         Excuse me ma’am, how do I get to the nearest underground station? – he asked a women, silently praying, she wouldn’t be a tourist.

 

The All Stars had been wandering aimlessly in a large bookstore. They had checked several floors and ended up in the part with manga.

-         Max, you sure he’ll like a... comic? – doubted Emily.

-         We just have to find the right one! – happily answered Max.

-         You said this an hour ago, buddy. – muttered Eddie unhappily.

-         Look! – the blond boy jumped up excitedly and pointed at long row of mangas labeled Gundam. Something in Japanese was written over them. – Every series of Gundam. From the original Gundam to Seed! That’s it!

-         You sure? – cautiously asked Steve.

-         As sure as can be! – was the answer.

 

  Ralf, Giancarlo and Johnny were looking at Takao with confused expressions.

-         What is that?! – the Scot broke the silence. He was pointing at large box the Bladebraker just bought kendo hobby-shop.

-         That’s my gift for Kai. – answered the blue-haired boy.

-         But he doesn’t train kendo. – protested Enrique.

-         Nah, this stuff is great for cleaning beyblades. – laughed Takao. – Now we have to look for a gift from you...

 

 The Demolition Boys had been discussing what to buy for quite a time. Kyouju had no idea what they were talking about mostly – his Russian wasn’t really good. The Dark Bladers seemed to have an idea, though.

-         Hey kid! – the captain of the Demolition Boys addressed Kyouju. He was smirking evilly. – Do you think your captain would like a nice collection of those pornographic Japanese comic books?

-         They won’t sell them to us. – said Boris in his indifferent voice.

-         And it was such a good idea! – sighed Ivan. – What a pity.

 Kyouju shuddered, trying not to imagine what other ideas the Demolition Boys might have.

 

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