Passion

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Sorry this chapter is so short, but I will get to the interesting stuff soon.


Kenny gave a sigh as he sat on the steps beside Andrew. Every few moments he would turn his head and glance to see if Tyson was approaching but each time was a disappointment.

“You think he’ll show, Andrew?” Kenny quested as he looked at the other boy.

“He’ll show Chief,” Andrew assured the smaller boy as Joey opened one eye from his position against the wall.

“If you say so,” Joey muttered as he eyed the other boys. His ears perked up slightly and his tail instinctively wagged as he heard the sound of running.

“Sorry I’m late!” Tyson yelled as he tripped and stumbled to a stop.

“You need to work on your entrance,” Kenny chimed in as he eyed Tyson, bruises decorating his face.

“He better work on walking first!” Tyson only passed a glare back at his friend, eying him, an annoyed glance worming its way across his face.

“Harhar, very funny. Let’s see who’s laughing when I take you in to get fixed!”

“I’m surprised you actually showed,” Carlos drawled as he leaned back against the steps.

“Prepare to be destroyed,” Tyson mocked as he stood there, his arms crossed over his chest.

Carlos yawned as he leaned back against the steps. “Will you quit wasting my time with amateurs already.”

“I will defeat you,” Tyson boasted as he whipped out the longer rip chord, which caused Carlos to raise an eyebrow.

“Do you think you’re the only one to come up with that strategy,” Carlos taunted as he stood up, his eyes scanning each and every person there.

Joey’s hand dug into his pocket and tightened around the two blades, Iru and Kuroiryu, either one could defeat Carlos with ease but he knew he couldn’t fight Carlos’ amateur skill while others were there. He needed to keep his secret for a little bit longer. No one could know, not until the tournament where he would tear down this Kai.

Back home he had faced people so much stronger than Carlos, but he wasn’t his enemy. He couldn’t waste time on such a lowlife.

Carlos’ lips twitched into a sickening smile as he stood up before Tyson. “Be a good little boy and run away, just like the rest of your friends.”

A laugh exploded from Tyson’s mouth as he held his beyblade out, aiming and preparing to take Carlos out. That was when Joey developed a headache. Carlos may have been an amateur but Tyson was even more of one.

Joey watched closely as both boys released their beyblades. Tyson however had started from further back, running and jumping before releasing his beyblade. Whatever it was it couldn’t even possibly approach a strategy. But it seemed to help for it didn’t take long for Carlos beyblade to go flying from the dish.

“Lucky shot,” Joey muttered. He didn’t pay attention to the actions, the fumbling between Carlos and Tyson for the beyblades, it didn’t matter until the commotion began.

However Joey’s first clue was the distinct smell of feat permeating Carlos’ body as he looked up towards the hill. “It’s-it’s you he whispered in fear as he dropped the bag and prepared himself to run. He needed to get away and fast.

That did not help Carlos though as the figure walked calmly, he held an air of command around him, the white scarf waving behind him. “Please don’t!” Carlos blubbered as the other hit him, his hand hitting with a resounding smack.

Carlos rolled as he hit the ground, stopping before Joey’s feet as Joey felt his fur standing on end, a growl emitting from low in his throat.

“Just who do you think you are!”

Crimson eyes targeted unwaveringly and Joey instantly felt himself grow warm. To say the other boy was beautiful would be an understatement. Blue hair ruffled in the wind as deadly eyes targeted Tyson. His muscles flexed naturally with every movement as a nasty smirk made its way across his face. “The name is Kai.”

Kai, the sound of the name pounded in Joey’s ears as he paid no attention to Tyson losing his own battle against Kai or the quivering of Carlos as he lay by his feet. This was Kai. This was the one he was going to defeat.