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 9

 

 The party has finally started. Kai was sitting near the jazz band and trying out the beyblade care-set Kinomiya-version. He seemed totally oblivious to everything except for Dranzer. Takao chatted with Max for a while. Then they somehow got near Emily and the started talking with her. A few moments later Takao was at the table happily eating some chocolate cake and a fish. Nearby Gao devoured impossible amounts of food. Steve and Sergey were arm-wrestling and Eddie was the referee. Michael was talking with Rai, who threw suspicious glances at Mao and Rei. The two Chinese were blissfully staring at each others eyes and remembering the time when they were small. Kiki and Ivan had snatched the hentai manga and were happily drooling. The Euro Team was holding a nice, polite conversation, while sipping tea and glancing disdainfully at the Dark Bladers. The monsters were pretending to ignore the European team. Boris sat in corner glaring at others, while Yuri decided it really wasn’t his business what the idiot did. He spent enough time trying to get the guy to have some fun. In vain. He sighed annoyedly and turned around to see a plate full of various sweet things held by that small friend of Kai’s. What was her name? Miyuki?

-         Hey! I thought, you might want to try some of these, before those two eat up everything. – the girl smiled pleasantly and pointed towards Takao and Gao with her chin.

-         Yeah... Thanks. – he answered and picked up the first thing from the plate.

-         You’re Yuri, right? – she inquired. – I can call you Yuri?

-         Mhm... – the Demolition Boy nodded, while munching... whatever it was. It tasted nice, anyway.

-         I’m Miaka Kigai. You can call me Miaka, if you want to. – she smiled sweetly. Yuri had some experience with girls – fangirls to be exact. However, this particular girl was no fangirl and a complete unknown. And he was on his own, too.

-         Er... Why are you talking to me? There are other people, who are better in conversations. – he said exactly the first thing which came to his mind.

-         I like your hair. And don’t worry, I’m used to people, who don’t talk much. – she grinned. – Anyway, is your hair dyed?

-         No! Why?!.. – he snapped, but the girl smiled in way, which clearly meant ‘I’m cute and innocent. I couldn’t possibly mean anything offensive.’ and broke in:

-         Well, it’s very red and you’re really pale and your eyes are really pale, so it seemed little funny. So it’s natural? – she started talking rather fast. – Wow! I wish, I had such a nice colour.

-         Er... Black is nice. – Yuri really hoped that this wouldn’t end up like one of those jokes, where the guy gets slapped no matter what he says. It would look rather stupid.

-         You think so? – she beamed. – I guess, I’d look silly with another hair colour. But why did you try to steal other people bitbeasts? It wasn’t nice.

-         Why are you asking? – he said icily.

-         To hold up the conversation. – Miaka answered casually. – So, I guess, I should talk about something else... – she paused thoughtfully. – What’s your favourite kind of music?

-         ...I don’t know. – now, this was stupid, but true. The Russian captain didn’t have the faintest idea about music.

-         You like what they’re playing now? – Kai’s classmate tried helpfully. Yuri listened for a moment and to his dismay, realized that he actually couldn’t say a thing about the tune.

-         ... I don’t know... – he said, feeling rather stupid. And than inspiration struck. – How come you bounce? – he asked. The Japanese blinked, her face puzzled.

-         I don’t know... – was her answer. They stared at each other for a moment and started laughing.

 Boris gave his captain a disdainful look. Really, to laugh like that, while repeating ‘I don’t know.’. How idiotic can some people get?

 Meanwhile, Michael felt that he was a genius. He had the most wonderful idea, what they could now.

-         Hey people, let’s play ‘Truth and Dare’! – he yelled. The other beybladers looked at the American.

-         ‘Truth and Dare’? – Emily glared at her captain. – Really Michael!

-         What’s that? – Ivan asked.

-         I never played such a... game. – said Ralf, making the word ‘game’ sound like the worst insult.

-         Come on people! – Michael didn’t intend to give up his idea. – It’ll be fun!

-         What’s ‘Truth and Dare’? – the small Russian tried to ask, but the American ignored him. He was passionately explaining to Ralf that ‘Truth and Dare’ was a brilliant way of spending free time. The German didn’t look convinced.

-         WHAT THE HELL IS ‘TRUTH AND DARE’?! – the smallest Demolition Boy realized that getting information required desperate measures and screamed very loudly.

-         You don’t have to scream like that, I can hear you perfectly well. – grumbled Michael, while rubbing his ears. Ivan glared at him. – Well, anyways, it’s a game.

-         I know that. – huffed the long-nosed boy. – I’m no idiot.

-         Sheesh, I had to start somehow! – the American teenager growled. – Now listen, the basic idea is that you ask somebody to either answer a question (truth) or do something (dare). If he refuses it’s end of the game.

 

T.B.C.

 

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