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 noise made by the beybladers could match that on a market place. Sergey was yelling, he’s not going to that. Boris was screaming at Sergey to shut up. The jazz band stopped playing and were laughing their heads off. Max was yelling: ‘Yoohoo!’ loudly, while Emily was telling Michael that he was completely nuts to suggest playing that game. Miaka was bouncing again, what made Yuri stare at her. He still didn’t get how somebody could bounce. Hopping – OK, skipping – too, but bouncing? Balls bounce, not people.

 Ivan, meanwhile, was torn between applauding to the idea – because he could ask questions, others wouldn’t like to answer and refusing – because others could ask him those questions.

-         If I were you, - said Ralf looking at the small Russian. – I would decline. After all, Kai, as your employer, could force you to do or say anything he wants.

The long-nosed boy concentrated even harder. At the same time Kiki had no such problems – he was another person who was making a lot of noise.

-         Truth and Dare! – he shouted repeatedly.

-         I have an idea! – Takao suddenly yelled at the top of his voice. – Me and Kyouju will play ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’ – if I win, we play ‘Truth and Dare’, if he wins, we don’t!

And they started playing. The outcome was easy to predict - Takao won. It wasn’t that strange as luck was one of his most distinctive features.

-         OK! We play! – cheerfully announced the blue-eyed Japanese. Some of the birthday guests sighed unhappily, others seemed very cheerful – especially Ivan, who didn’t have to choose after all.

-         So who starts? – asked Olivier.

-         The one who asks. – answered Eddie. The French boy raised his eyebrows, indicating how surprised he was. The basketball player smirked in return. The green-haired beyblader shrugged.

-         And how do I start? – he asked.

-         Kai, don’t you have any bottles around here? – Micheal asked. The Japanese captain gave him a bottle full of some golden-brown liquid.

-         Here. – the American shrugged and gave Olivier the bottle. The victim was... Boris. He looked impassively at the young Frenchman and said:

-         Dare.

-         Oui... – Olivier furrowed his brows. - ... Er... Sing a song you used to sing in kindergarten?

-         I never went to kindergarten. – the Russian answered evenly and spinned the bottle.

-         That was one short ‘Truth and Dare’. – commented Michael. – But I guess, we won’t count it. ‘K? – The others nodded – well, except for Ralf, who still thought it was beneath his level to play such a game. The bottle stopped spinning and was pointing at Rei. Boris looked at him his face betraying nothing whatsoever.

-         Truth. – growled the Chinese. The looks the White Tigers and the Bladebreakers were giving the Russian, clearly said that he should be nice or else...

-         Why is your hair so long? – the lavender-haired boy glared at the Japanese and Chinese beybladers in return.

-         Because I like it. – Rei huffed.

 Several rounds later a completely naked Ivan was waiting for the bottle to stop spinning. His victim – Emily – didn’t even expect what the tiny Russian would ask her to do.

-         Take off your bra! – he cheerfully demanded. Emily glared at him, but managed to take of the mentioned part of underwear without showing a glimpse of her breast. The person who was to do what Emily demanded was Eddie, who decided to take the dare option.

-         Drink this. – said the girl and handed him the bottle, which they spinned. Eddie shrugged and proceeded to empty it in short gulps.

-         Man this stuff is strong! – he slurred after drinking about a half. He smiled stupidly afterwards and fell down, snoring loudly.

-         He’s drunk! – exclaimed Mao.

-         Congratulations Em! – Michael sniggered. – Now we have to stop... unless... Hey Steve spin for him – I’m sure he wouldn’t mind! – Ralf rolled his eyes.

-         Can’t we stop? – he pleaded.

-         No! – was the groups answer.

 Steve got Kai, who was another ‘daring’ person.

-         ‘K, kiss Takao – in the mouth! – the green-haired American smirked.

-         WHAT?! – shrieked both Takao and Kai, sounding rather scared.

-         You heard it. – Steve said. – Or do you want to stop the game?

-         Oh, all right. – muttered Kai.

-         Gee, OK. – followed Takao. If the American beyblader expected anything spectacular, he had been deeply disappointed – Kai was in such hurry that he accidentally banged his forehead in Takao’s.

-         Ouch! Kai you did on purpose!

-         No stupid! – huffed the tattooed teen. His victim turned out to be Jean Carlo, who had to answer, exactly how many girlfriends he did have. After a few rounds Yuri was lying on his back with an oblivious smile, while Miaka was pouting and glaring daggers (or at least trying too – she ended up looking like an adorable, but annoyed baby) at Michael. Mao had a KISS-like make-up – courtesy of Takao, who didn’t want to kiss her so he KISSed her. Eddie was still snoring. And than Mao, after a fifth snog with Rei, got Boris. She smiled, looking like cheetah, which got it’s pray.

-         Truth. – Mao’s smile got even wider.

-         What were the experiments Balkov put you trough? – she asked. Now, Boris had been enjoying himself – up to now. His face got even paler.

-         Not your business. – he growled and went away.

-         End of the game, I see. – sighed Michael.

-         Finally! – exclaimed Ralf, who had been forced wear his own underpants on his head. The persons, who were deprived of parts of clothing, or in Ivan’s case completely naked started dressing again.

-         But I’m really curious about those experiments! – sighed Mao.

-         Yeah, seeing how he reacted. – nodded Rai.

-         Well, I know nothing for sure. – said Sergey. – It’s all gossip, things I overheard and speculation. But if you still want to listen?..

-         Sure! – most beybladers agreed.

-         I’ll go check him, I know as much as you. – Yuri was back to normal – well, almost. He looked a lot happier now.

-         OK. So basically what I heard is that, they tried to... ugh... how was it?... – the large Russian frowned. – Deprive kids of all emotions except for anger?.. Yeah, that’s it. So Boris is the result.

-         Didn’t they do it to all of you? – asked Kyouju.

-         Does he look emotionless? – the burly blond pointed at Ivan, who was drooling at the hentais, again.

-         Rather perverted. – snorted Johnny.

-         Well, anyway it wasn’t pleasant. The gossip was that there was some killing. You know, some of the scientists in charge of the experiment disappeared. – Sergey stopped for a while. – But it’s all gossip.

-         And I heard, - Ivan chimed in, his eyes never leaving the managa. – that there were some dead animals, too!

 

T.B.C.

 

 

  KISS is a rock group from the seventies (I guess) with a very unique way of doing make-up.

Oh yeah, my bro wrote a story. If you like Harry Potter look here: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1422581

 

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