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Beeping alerted me that I was running late, allowing a groan to slip out.
"You're going to be late. "
"I know, Drisaly," I muttered as I braided my hair.
"Cora, you're going to be late." Dad's voice rang from the kitchen.
"Thanks, Dad!" I called, doing a quick reflection: dark hair, warm hazel eyes with gold flecks, a broad and button nose, thin, fair pink lips, and slightly olive skin.
"Cora!" Dad's voice alerted me once again.
"Coming!" I called.
Taking one last look to see that my outfit looked good, jeans and a shirt, I grabbed Drisaly's blade and launcher and rushed through the hallway, where Dad was holding up my small backpack. "Thank you."
"Not an issue, my blossom." He said, leaning back and giving a quick kiss on the cheek.
He offered a smile. "You're going to be late, my dear."
"Damn it," I groaned, throwing my bag over my shoulders, kicking off my house slippers, grabbing my skateboard, and pulling on my sneakers. "Bye, Dad!"
"Are you sure you don't need a jacket?" I heard Dad question as I ran down the street to the rooftop.
" Why not use that board of yours? "
"Right," I muttered, taking a running start and quickly skating to the rooftop. "Do you think that Tyson is going to win or not?"
" We will see. "
Skating closer to the rooftop where the bey- battle between Tyson and Andrew was going on, I wouldn't miss it for the world. As I pulled to a stop at the building, kicking up the board, I saw Tyson racing towards me. In blue shorts, a yellow shirt, and open red and white jacket—thick leather fingerless gloves. Mid-length white socks that fit into red, yellow, and white sneakers. Dark blue hair that was pulled back by a backward baseball hat that blue and red. Chubby cheeks, peachy skin, and large blue eyes.
I allowed a slight smirk to dance across my face.
"Don't you dare, Cora!" yelled Tyson.
Allowing the smirk to grow and tear up the steps, Tyson closes on my heels.
"Tyson is right behind me," I huffed, running onto the rooftop. Yet the silent response froze me on the spot. Tyson, not paying attention, crashed into me.
"Ow, Tyson." I yelp.
"Sorry," He muttered. "Sorry, I'm late, huh."
I shot Tyson a look, knowing that something was wrong. He finally looked up and saw what I saw.
"What's up with you guys?" Questioned Tyson. "Have you seen a ghost or something? I know I'm good-looking, but you don't have to look with your mouth open."
"Not now, Tyson," I muttered. "Something happens."
I was glancing at the looks of shock, disbelief, and awe.
"Tyson, I'm sorry, but our bey-battle is off this afternoon," Andrew said sadly.
Andrew, tall and skinny with a wild mob of blond hair, dressed in black pants and a baggy purple tank top.
"What?" Tyson questioned.
"You're joking," I said.
"You can't be serious," Tyson demanded.
"He's saying get lost, kid." Another kid said.
He had his back to us; he was dressed all in denim with a red bandana that covered longish black hair. Over his shoulder was a sack. He turned to face us, seeing us with tan skin, bushy eyebrows, with dark and cold eyes.
"What don't you get, huh? I'm gonna take your little friend's blades away; you're next on my list. Why don't you watch and learn?"
I saw the blade shark shirt—a group of bullies within the Beyblade community.
"Tyson, Cora, this guy's a shark who goes around winning everyone's blades," Andrew growled.
"Huh, hey, that can't be true!" Augured Tyson.
"Yeah, I must have picked up the wrong sack at the cleaners." He teased and allowed the sack to fall, which revealed all the Beyblades to fall out, leading the Guy to laugh in glee. It put me on edge. The shock was still on my face; Tyson had begun quiet.
"Don't do anything rash, " Drisaly whispered.
"Man!" Growled Tyson.
"What?" The Guy questioned.
"What you're doing, it's just plain wrong," growled Tyson. "To us Beybladers, our blades represent us in battle whether we win or lose, we fight together, we win and lose together, we even fix them together, so how dare you take them away from us."
"For the fun of it," the Guy reasoned. "I guess."
His eyes got a wild and mad glance right as he laughed again.
"What's so funny?" Tyson questioned.
"It's probably just a nervous laugh." He said.
"Oh, you're nervous; I wonder why?" I questioned, pinning him to the spot that would typically freeze another to the place, but he shrugged it off.
"I used to hide my insecurities," he teased.
I crossed my arms at the comment; he knelt, looking at stolen blades. "But seriously, I guess I just like watching people lose; it must be some kind of gift." He laughed again.
"I wouldn't see it as a gift," I muttered.
Tyson growled next to me.
"I've had it; I've got to stop you." Growling, Tyson threw a punch at the Guy.
"Whatever, just don't cry when I take your blade." He said, flashing his wicked smile.
"Wow!" I heard the Chief say as he grabbed the stadium.
"Huh," the Guy said.
"Wait, hang on a second; I've got something to show you." Said Chief.
Chief, also known as Kenny, was the tech genius with Beyblades. A short guy with saggy light brown hair covered the top of his face and blue glasses propped up on his head. He was in a simple white T-shirt with a green tie. Pair with brown khaki pants and sneakers.
"What do you mean to show us what?" Questioned Tyson.
"Tyson, take a good look at this bey-stadium," said Chief, holding up the stadium to us. "Does it remind you of anything?"
I was looking closely to see the stadium to see the scratching that looked like spirals. Tyson seemed so confused.
"Oh, Carlos, someone as good as you isn't in a hurry to get just one blade right, so can you just hang on for a minute then." Said Chief.
"Hmm, you're stalling." Said Carlos.
"Out of my way," said Tyson, marching over only to get himself kicked in the shin by Chief, pulling Tyson back and letting Chief control the situation. "Hey man, why did you do that?"
"Man, I don't have time for this," said Carlos. "There are plenty of other blades to win, like your Sweetheart." His dark eyes trailed on me.
I was looking back with a deathly stare.
"Oh, sorry, but I don't battle blade sharks and people who take other blades," I said with a deathly calm voice.
He kept his eyes pinned on me before walking away.
"What you're leaving?" Questioned Chief
"That's right, so give me a call when you're ready to play in the big leagues," said Carlos grabbing the sack.
"Bring it on, Bud," roared Tyson. "I'm ready for you, oh."
Chief kicked him in the shin again, and I pulled him away. Tyson yelped and started to rub his leg; Carlos walked away.
"Okay, let's meet tomorrow at 3:00 at the River; winner takes all." Said Carlos.
"Done," said Tyson. "But if I win, you're gonna have to give back all the Beyblades you took from everyone, got it."
A smirk graced Carlos's face. "Like that'll ever happen." He said before laughing and disappearing from view.
"Ow, man, that hurts." Cried Tyson, followed by both Chief and I groaning.
"Oh sure, I guess we sure scared him off, huh," said Chief. "Did you see the look on his face?"
"Hey, take a breath, and then tell me who you are?" Asked Tyson
"Oh yeah, round here they called me the Chief, they call me the Chief cuz I'm an expert on Beyblading." He said.
"An expert?" questioned Tyson.
"He is," I answered.
"And I know everything about you; you're even in my database." Said Chief.
"Are you serious?" Asked Tyson, clearly surprised.
"Excuse me, Kenny, but why don't you introduce me to your cute little friend?" Asked Dizzi.
"Hey, I think your laptop has a thing for me." Said Tyson, brightly smiling.
"Yeah, that's just my bit beast," said Chief.
"Hello, Dizzi," I said.
"Hello, Cora," she replied.
"You've got a bit beast trapped inside your computer," freaked out Tyson.
"Call me Dizzi, and remember the names, not a reflection of my intelligence." She replied.
"This is just too weird," Tyson said, being weirded out.
"You get used to it," I muttered, walking past them to Andrew, who offered a bittersweet smile. "Do you want to talk about it, big guy?"
Andrew just kept his smile.
"It just, I'm still in shock at this guy, Carlos," he said, gripping his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white.
I gently placed my hand on his fist.
"Breathe," I said. "We will figure it out; we have Chief and everyone here to help Tyson win this."
"Thanks for the support Cora," He said with a slight smile. What is the Shark's plan with this?
"I wish I could tell you, but I have no idea," I replied.
"Well, we need to come up with a plan," Chief said.
(TL)
We left the rooftop and stopped at the playground; we all crowded around the metal slide to see the video and hear Chief plan to beat Carlos.
"Okay, Dizzi, what do you get for us?" Chief asked.
“Check this out, Guys,” Dizzi said, pulling up the video. “The blue one is Andrew’s beyblade, and the yellow one’s Carlos’s.”
“Andrew’s blade looks wicked.” Said Tyson.
“You think?” Asked Andrew.
“Before you get too excited, Tyson, watch this,” Said Dizzi Watching as Carlos’s blade took out Andrew’s, which was hard to watch. “Game over, and the loser is Andrew.”
The video ended, and Tyson looked closer at the stadium.
“Hey, wait a sec, that’s it. Yeah, Carlos’s blade is way heavier than Andrew’s blade, so that's the reason why he’s able to beat everyone's challenges,” said Tyson. “Think about it a heavier blade makes it more stable, and that makes it last ten times longer in battle.”
“Bingo!” Shouted Chief.
“Give the boy a medal,” said Dizzi. “Watch as I zoom into and dissect Carlos’s beyblade for you see how he rebuilt it using a heavier metal alloy; the extra weight gives it more stability.”
“Oh yeah, which means any of our ordinary blades don’t stand a chance against His.” Said Chief.
“There’s got to be some way of beating him.” Said, Tyson
“You have to build a faster Beyblade.” Said Dizzi
“Well, what are we waiting for? That'll be a snap.” Said Tyson.
“Four times faster,” said Chief, holding up four fingers.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself; getting a beyblade to spin four times faster isn’t easy.” Explained Dizzi.
Tyson gave us a cat eating a canary smile at us.
“Let’s do it!” Yelled Tyson before falling off the slide. “So what do we do, Chief?”
“Who am I supposed to know?” Asked Chief. “I haven’t figured that part out yet.”
“You got to figure out something, or we are done,” said Tyson
“Tyson.” Stated Andrew.
“Huh.” Said Tyson.
“There’s no way any of us can build a blade strong enough. We can’t build one that fast,” said Andrew. “So we might as well forget about it.”
Tyson groaned.
“We can’t give up,” I said. “We need to do this.”
“Come on, you Guys, we can’t give up now,” said Tyson, echoing me. “We can do this,” Andrew looked shocked at us but said nothing. “If we all work together, we can show Carlos who’s boss around here.”
“We can?” Asked Andrew.
“You bet we can,” said Tyson. “We’re not afraid of Carlos or anybody like we’re not afraid of anything; come on, guys, we’re gonna build the best beyblade the world has ever seen!”
Tyson ran off, and we looked unsure of his rant.
“I think he’s lost it.” Stated Chief, which made me snort in laughter.
(TL)
Night had fallen, so we had gone our separate ways after Tyson's departure.
“Are you enjoying the fish?” Asked Dad
“Yes, Dad, thank you for the delicious food,” I said, picking at the rice. “Sorry, I just got a lot on my mind.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Questioned Dad.
“Really, Dad, I don’t want to; I just need to figure it out and figure out what is the best course of attack,” I said. “I need to lay down, Dad.”
I pushed myself away and made it to my room, decorated with light periwinkle-colored walls and a storage bed with bedding in a lighter blue. The closet was next to the door—the old vintage desk, which was messy and clean. The Beyblade's parts were in neat piles—a sizeable wooden bookcase filled to the brim with books and Nick knacks. A few framed photographs were scattered around the room. A yellow rabbit stuffed animal was on the bed. A large window overlooks the small backyard garden. I was allowing myself to crash in the bed, which groaned in protest. I placed Drisaly’s blade on the nightstand.
Laying on my bed and trying to think everything over that happened today.
“ What is troubling so much, Cora? ” Drisaly questioned.
“A lot of things, Drisaly,” I muttered, facing the ceiling. “Everything that happened today, Carlos taking everyone's blades, Tyson’s optimism. I want to know what’s going to happen.”
“ A lot can happen with optimism, little one, ” Drisaly said. “ Tyson may be getting some help soon. ”
“What do you mean by that?” I questioned, looking at the blade before the dark and stormy clouds and looking closer and catching a glance of something shining blue disappearing into the clouds, giving Drisaly’s blade a look but saying nothing. Allowing myself to close my eyes and, thankfully, sleep took me down in the deep.
(TL)
Skating through the streets, the sky was a beautiful color of reds, orange, and purple. I prayed I would make it before the match between Carlos and Tyson started. The river was a lovely place to walk and enjoy nature. Above the river, a bridge connected the land that was looming over. As I got closer, I could see everyone apart from Tyson and Carlos. Thinking I made it before it, as I can to a stop. Carlos was sitting there lazily, like a bored king, with his subjects looking worried.
“Do you see him?” Andrew asked.
“Nothing,” one of them said
“I wonder what’s keeping him?” Another questioned.
“Don’t worry, he gonna show up alright,” Chief said.
“But…” Andrew trailed off.
“He’ll be here,” I said, walking past Carlos to the others. “You got to give him a few more minutes.”
“Do you think he can beat him?” Ask Andrew
Carlos laughed in response, shooting him a look to shut up, which froze him to the spot for a minute.
“Okay, Dizzi, what do you have for me?” asked Chief.
“Good news is Tyson remains undefeated, but the bad news is Carlos has never lost either,” Dizzi said.
“And if you factor in the stability of Carlos’s beyblade, which gives him the advantage, the bottom line is Tyson is going to go down like the Titanic.” Said Cheif.
Which made Carlos hmm to himself with a sickening smirk.
“Hey, Guys!” Tyson’s voice broke the tension.
I turned to face him with a smirk coming on my face as the others started to cheer and smile. Tyson was covered with different bandages.
“You made it!” Said Andrew happily. “Can you win, Tyson?”
“Yeah, can you?” questioned Chief.
“Was beginning to get worried about you, Tyson,” I muttered, crossing my arms with a smirk.
“So we're all set?” He asked.
Carlos stood up with a smirk and lifted the sack of blades.
“Oh, I’m ready whenever you are.” He said with his smirk.
“Whoa,” Tyson said with a smile before lifting his blade and showing off the larger ripcord.
“So you made the ripcord longer,” said Carlos. “I hope you don’t think you’re the first to try that lack trick, save yourself the trouble; it doesn’t work.”
Tyson smirked and attached his blade to the launcher.
“Bring it on!” He yelled and started to take a few steps back.
“Now, What you doing? Trying out some crazy lame technique?” Carlos questioned
“You’ll see,” Tyson said.
“Yeah, whatever,” Carlos said.
Andrew ran over. “Ready, get set…” he said.
“Let it rip!” Both Carlos and Tyson yelled
Tyson taking a running start launched his blade. Starting the battle.
“You’re toast!” Tyson yelled.
“Hey, why don’t you just give your beyblade instead of wasting my time.” Complained Carlos.
“Come on, Tyson!” I called.
“Carlos just got nailed.” someone stated.
Carlos looked shocked.
“I’ve never seen a blade so powerful.” Said Carlos.
Right as Carlos’s blade hit the top of the stadium, making all of us cheer.
Tyson’s blade hit Carlos’s blade hard, causing the blade to fly out of the stadium and into the ground behind Carlos.
“Oh no, impossible.” cried Carlos, whose whole body shook in shock.
Everyone else cheered and cried out in happiness.
“I am the man.” Tyson cheered.
“You’re awesome, Tyson,” I said. I walked towards Carlos, who grabbed the sack.
“A deal is a deal; hand them over,” I said, holding my hand out.
He gave me a look before starting to run, before coming to a stop. Both Tyson and Andrew came to a halt next to me.
“Hey Carlos, don’t forget our little bet!” Tyson yelled. I follow Carlos to see a figure watching. “Huh?”
The figure jumped and landed in front of Carlos. The figure wore cerulean baggy pants with large pockets, a black tight-fitting tank top, red ends, and yellow buttons. His shoes are black with red stripes and resemble skater shoes. He is wearing his signature scarf and red arm guards. His eyes are carmine; His hair is two-tone, with the bangs being Carolina blue, and the black Egyptian-blue short slick hair, blue face paint in four points.
“I always knew this day would come.” The newcomer said.
“Ha.” Carlos laughed nervously, death gripping his sack, allowing a few blades to fall out.
“You have proven yourself unworthy, Carlos.” The newcomer said as he walked closer and stepped on one blade, causing damage.
“No, no, don’t,” Carlos pleaded, yet the newcomer didn’t respond but slapped him to the ground. The Guy then turned and started to walk away.
“Hey!” Tyson yelled, pushing past me to be in front of me. I reached down and grabbed the sack, and handed it to Andrew right as the guy stopped. “Just who do you are coming around here like that, some kind of tough guy?”
“The name is Kai,” He said, turning to face Tyson. “I’m the leader of the blade sharks, kid.”
“Let’s play,” Tyson growled.
I was staring Tyson down with a fiery look, silently mentally telling Tyson to sit down and shut up, which didn’t work.
“No, don’t, Tyson, don’t,” Chief stated.
“Just don’t,” Andrew added.
“The blade sharks are the toughest bey gang around,” Said Chief. “They’ve never been beaten before.”
“Challenge accepted,” said Kai turning to face us. “But first, I must warn you to take a look at my Dranzer blade.”
Kai was stone-faced and showed off his dark blue balance blade that showed off on the bit chip, which was a beautiful phoenix.
Tyson said nothing but just stared at the blade. So the two stood opposite the bey-stadium, with Andrew being the ref.
Ready, get set…” he said.
Both Tyson and Kai yelled. “Let it rip.”
Tyson did his running leap, releasing both of their blades.