Chosen By The Bitbeasts

by Starwolf

A/N: Ok, I’m gonna start on the next Chapter now, though I don’t have much time.  Oh well, I can always finish it up later. Thankies to all those people who review so much!  You guys are the best!!  So let’s get started…

Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade.  Get over it.

Chapter 7: Practice Makes Perfect

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“Ok, team, you better all hurry up and go to bed.” Mr. Dickinson told Starr and the Bladebreakers after they came back from dinner.  (A/N: I guess now I can just say the Bladebreakers)  “The first day of the tournament is tomorrow and we’ll need to be at the stadium at 9 am sharp to register.  Then we’re going to practice hard!”

“Great!” groaned Tyson.  “Just what I needed to look forward to.  More bossing around from Kai and the Chief.”

“And don’t forget me!” A voice said brightly.  Everyone looked at Starr.  “Remember, I’ll be helping too!”

“Right!” Mr. Dickinson said.  “Now, move along, will ya?’

Everyone headed for their rooms.

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Kai couldn’t sleep once again.  His mind was busy, going over all the information that he had learned earlier that day.  Still, the feeling that he had seen Starr before….He sighed, closing his eyes.  Instantly he fell asleep

* * * * * Kai’s Dream * * * * *

A young boy about nine sat in the waiting room of some kind of building.  His hair was mostly light blue, but there was some dark blue in the back.  His arms were crossed and the look on his face was mature, business-like and expectant mature.  A door opened.

“Ah there you are, Kai!” A slightly younger-looking Mr. Dickinson poked his head in.  “Sorry, I couldn’t get to you sooner….We had some important visitors here today.”  He smiled.  “Come on in.” he said, opening the door wider for Kai to come in. 

Kai silently stepped into the office.  “What did you want to see me for?”

“Ah, yes.  Of course!  Well Kai, it just so happens that-“

Mr. Dickinson was interrupted by a knock on the door.  A woman poked her head in.  “Excuse me Mr. Dickinson sir, I’m sorry to bother you but we need you right away!”

“Ok, I’m coming” Mr. Dickinson looked surprised, but rose out of his seat and told Kai.  “I’m sorry about this. We’ve been awfully busy these days.  Why don’t you look for a bit around the facility?  I trust that you won’t get into any trouble or get lost and you know where your boundaries are.”  With that, he left, following the woman.

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Kai got up and wandered around the area, bored.  There were rooms everywhere.  He reached the end of the hallway.  And pushed the door open, He didn’t notice a sign on the door…”Employees allowed only”.  Someone had accidentally left it unlocked….

He walked around a bit more.  Surprisingly, nobody seemed to be around at all.  He stopped when a small glass window caught his eye.  Peering into it he saw a girl with black hair- so black, it was almost silver- who was his age, or maybe even younger.  Her back was turned from him and in front of her was a beyblade dish.  Spinning in the beyblade dish was….a midnight blue beyblade.

* * * * * *End of Kai’s Dream* * * * *

 Starr sat on her bed staring at her backpack.  She had not slept yet, or even tried to sleep.  Slowly, she took out 6 of the beyblades, one by one.  One had a star engraved on top; others had animals of different types.  As she fingered each, she thought “I hope I did the right thing.”

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At nine-fifteen the next day, there were hundreds of bladers lined up in the Chicago Dome, including the Bladebreakers, to register for the upcoming tournament.  Tyson, who was actually excited enough to wake up early today, exclaimed loudly, “Wow!  Look at all these people!  So, how do you think the competition is gonna be, Chief?”

“Actually, it’s not gonna be all that tough.  I’ve looked over some stats and all these bladers are pretty much amateurs.”

“I thought this was the Chicago Cup Tournament.  Shouldn’t all the bladers be pretty world-class?” Tyson said, confusion written all over his face.

“Well, you thought wrong.” Starr said, explaining.  “This is a Chicago pre-Cup Tournament.  The real thing is in 3 months.  Pre-cups are special tournament is for bladers who want to warm up for bigger tournaments.  They have these every month at almost every major stadium, and it seems that there are no teams here that are any real threat to us this time.”

“Then why are we doing this, we don’t have any other major tournaments coming up soon and it should be easy for us to beat them?”

Kai spoke up.  “Isn’t it pretty obvious?  Mr. Dickinson arranged this so that Starr could see all of us in action.”

“That’s right, Kai.” Mr. Dickinson said, smiling.  They stepped up to the table, where a girl in her late teens was registering everyone. 

“Name of team?” she asked in a business-like manner, not looking up.”

“We’re the Bladebreakers!” Max answered proudly.

The girl finally looked up.  “The team that won Asian and American tournament this year!” she gasped looking at each of the boys, gaping at Kai and Rei longer then the rest.  She gave Starr an odd, confused look, which quickly turned into a look of pure hate and jealousy.  Starr, understanding exactly what was going on, hid a giggle and smiled innocently at her.  Then she quietly nudged Kai and Rei, who were on either side of them.  The girl looked furious for a second, then regaining her business-like composure, she said “Ok, I have your team registered.  Thank-you.”  They left, with the woman gazing longingly at both Kai and Rei.

When they were out of the building, Starr burst out laughing.  “Did you see her face when Max said the team name??” she said.  “She took one look at Kai and Rei and practically passed out!”

Rei turned slightly red, while Kai’s reaction stayed cool as always, though if you looked at it long enough, you could maybe see a hint of amusement.

Tyson looked annoyed.  “Hey, I’m sure she was looking at me, too.” he protested.

“And did you see her _expression when she looked at me?” she continued, ignoring Tyson’s comments.  “I think she thought that I was somebody’s girlfriend or something!  She looked practically ready to kill me for one of you!!”  She doubled over with laughter once more, grabbing for the nearest person for balance, which happened to be Kai.  Kai looked a bit uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything.  

“It is kind of weird, though.” Rei thought.  “Starr treats us like regular guys you’d meet on the street while other girls now, well….”  He turned a bit red again.

“What’s wrong, Rei?” Starr stopped laughing long enough to notice the shade of red on his face.  “You didn’t actually like her back, did ya?” she teased, straightening up.

“Of course not!” Rei said, regaining composure.

Kenny spoke up, changing the subject.  “Hey, shouldn’t we be heading back to the hotel so that we can practice?”

“Oh, that’s right!” Max remembered.

“Wait, but if there’s no competition, why do we need to practice?” Tyson asked, groaning.

Kenny sighed.  “Didn’t you learn anything?  I never said that there was no competition, I said that we probably wouldn’t have as much as during the Asian and American tournaments.  That’s not the same thing!  Also, you must remember that there will still be some talented bladers somewhere!  If you always….”

“Oh no!” Tyson said to Max, rolling his eyes.  “Not another one of his ‘practice makes perfect’ lectures.”

“Does he always talk this much, when he lectures?” Starr asked the rest of the team in a low voice.

“Sorry, but unfortunately, the answer is yes.” Tyson answered.

“….therefore, we still need to practice.  Plus, Starr probably wants to see us practice, isn’t that right?” Kenny finished.

“Sure!” Starr agreed, glad that he was finally done talking.  “I’m dying to see what you guys have!”

“Well then what are we waiting for?” Rei asked.  “Let’s go!”

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“So, is this the private training room that you reserved for us, Mr. Dickinson?” Max asked, as he, Mr. Dickinson, Max, and Rei reached a door.

Mr. Dickinson fumbled around in his pockets for the key.  “That’s right, but actually Starr was the one who reserved it for us.  This is her special room that she uses whenever she comes to Chicago.”  He finally found the key and opened the door.

“WOW!!!” Tyson, Max, and Rei stopped suddenly, their jaws dropping.

For on the other side of the door, was not your ordinary beyblade training room.  Four gleaming stadium-sized beyblade dishes stood right in front of them.  To their right, an exercise center, to their left, couches and armchairs.  Not only that, there was also a door that lead to some other room. 

Mr. Dickinson chuckled.  “I thought you might have liked it!”

“You’ve been here before?” Rei asked.

“No, but I’ve seen other training facilities even more sophisticated than this one.”

“Wow!  I wonder what those look like!”  Max said, dreamily.

“Well, maybe Starr can show you sometime later-“

“Speaking of Starr,” Tyson interrupted him.  “Where is she?  And Kai and the Chief?”

Just then, the other door opened and Starr, Kai and Kenny walked in.  

“Where were you them?” Rei asked them.

“Oh, I sent those three here earlier so they could discuss training issues.  They’ll be in charge from now on.  I’ll be on my room.  Bye!” Mr. Dickinson left.

Tyson looked at Starr, who was wearing a light blue sweatband and sweatpants and a gray tank top, then looked at the exercise equipment and groaned.  “Oh no, don’t tell me we have to lift weights and run and stuff!”

“Actually, we were planning on having you run 10 miles nonstop.” Kai said. 

Tyson missed the sarcasm.  “Aww man!” he moaned.

“He was being sarcastic, Tyson.” Kenny said, rolling his eyes.

“Um, oh yeah.  I knew that.”

“Sure.” Max replied dully.

“Well then let’s get to work!” Kenny instructed.  “We’ve agreed that Starr will just sit out today and watch us practice.  That’ll give her some ideas on how we can work things out!”

“Lucky duck.” Tyson mumbled.

“What are we waiting for?  Let’s start!”

Starr settled in a leather armchair as she watched Kai, Rei, Max, and a slightly angry Tyson launch their blades. 

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Another lame-o chapter.  Sorry, but it was getting kinda long, and I needed to post soon.  Today at school we had gender-switch day.  It was kinda weird; some guys wore dresses, skirts, makeup, and stuffed their shirts you-know-where.  A couple even wore coconut bras!  O.O I think I’m gonna be disturbed for the rest of my life!!!

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Ok, Bye!!!   

STARWOLF ^-^