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Centrepiece	By : Clarrisani Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 15619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
41

Subtitle: Us Against Them

Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani

And
off to the dreaded meeting we go.

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As
he drove toward the BBA centre, Bryan had to cuss those who were organising the
meeting for choosing a location so far away when they knew that most of the
older teams lived in the one area. Then again, judging from what he had learnt
over the last week and a half from Michael, Lee and Robert, the organisers had
no love for the older teams

He
reached up, fingering the band that hung around his neck and the pendant that
dangled from it. Ray had slipt it to him as he had left the home of the Blade
Breakers and White Tigers, and when Bryan had gotten home he had opened the
small handkerchief that it was wrapped in to find the small half circle, the
Yang of the Chinese Yin-Yang.

Bryan
knew Ray had the other half, the Yin, and upon doing research into the Yin-Yang
Bryan had discovered that the Yang represented the masculine, while the Yin was
the feminine. The two halves could not exist without the other, instead
coexisting to create universal balance. To completely remove evil is to also
destroy the good, to remove the Yang is to destroy the Yin, and in that creating
nothingness and ceasing life.

Deep
stuff.

It
had been a few days now since he had had the cast removed, the doctors informing
him that it had healed perfectly, telling him that he no longer needed the
crutches though he still had a single metal crutch, almost a stick, to support
him as he walked, the leg still needing to regain its strength.

As
he pulled into the carpark he smirked as he drove past the spot reserved for him
and into the disabled park outside the doorway. The three captains had told him
that the old teams were given parks a long way from the doorway, so he when he
had gotten his cast removed he had made inquiries and his doctor had arrange for
a permit.

Glancing
in the rearvision mirror Bryan had to smirk as he realised all the visible marks
of his assault were now pretty much gone, leaving only faint scaring that was
continuing to fade, and the slight limp the doctors had told him would go as his
leg continued to heal.

Climbing
out of his car, he reached into the passenger seat and retrieved his stick,
looking up as a man hurried forward.

�This
is a disabled park,� the man huffed.

�I
know that.� Bryan tapped the glass of his windshield. �And that�s a
disabled permit.�

The
man checked the date of it. �You don�t look disabled.�

�Whatever
you reckon,� Bryan closed and locked his car, gripping the stick and limping
toward the doorway. �If you don�t believe me, you can call my doctors, cause
until they say otherwise disabled is exactly what I am.�

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Ray
looked up as Bryan approached, grinning and moving toward him. �Any trouble in
the carpark?�

�A
little. If they tow my car I sue them for harassment.� Bryan looked toward
Robert. �Thanks for the heads up about the parking.�

�You
are welcome.� Robert ran his eye over him, smiling faintly. �I must say you
appear to be in better shape than our last meeting.�

�I�m
a fast healer.� Bryan ran his eye over the crowd. �So these are the
�revolutionary new generation�.�

�Yeap.�
Michael joined them, scowling. �That�s them all right. Bunch of no
hopers.�

�Is
that so?� They turned to see a young man standing there, arms crossed over his
chest. He looked at Ray and Bryan, turning up his nose. �So you�re the replacements. Hope you don�t expect everything to the
same as those bygone days of old techniques and outdated strategies.�

�No.�
Bryan narrowed his eyes. �I�m expecting to hear crackpot ideals and foolish
notions.�

The
rookie�s eyes flashed. �Oh really? And just who are you to say that?�

�Someone
with high experience and skill that will wipe the floor with you.�

�The
way you battle is all cheap tricks and special effects.�

�Say
that again when you�re picking the parts of your blade up off the stadium
floor.� Bryan smirked. �That is of course, if you�re still conscious.�

�How
dare you.� His eyes flashed.
�I�ll have you know our blades are far more superior to yours.�

Bryan
raised an eyebrow. �You wouldn�t happen to be talking about the XPs, are
you?�

�I
most certainly am.�

Bryan
burst out laughing.

The
younger man blinked in confusion and anger. �What�s so funny?�

�You.�
Bryan shook his head. �I�ve looked into these XPs, kid. I�ve even taken
one for a test drive, and they�re the shitest thing I�ve ever seen. What
they have on speed and manoeuvrability they lack in durability and endurance.
They don�t spin for as long, and one knock and they fall apart. Hell, I�ve
seen plywood blades stand up to more.�

�Is
that so?� The rookie narrowed his eyes. �And just what is your blade?�

�Built
to last.� Bryan raised an eyebrow. �Ain�t that what they say? The old ones
were built to last where the new ones are built to fall apart so you have to
keep replacing them and replacing them and replacing them� the sport ain�t
about skill no more, it�s all about corporate income. Beyblading's for the
rich.�

�And
what�s wrong with that?�

�What
ain�t wrong with that?� Bryan
narrowed his eyes. �The crowd wants the thrill of the real deal, kid, not
something that has been planned and synchronised from the beginning. The crowd
wants skill and endurance, bladers who are experts, talented and strong willed.
Not you spoilt little rich kids whose daddy probably owns part of the
company.�

�So
what if he does?�

�So
Beyblading is going downhill.�

�We
still have the viewers. The fans still come.�

�To
see their idols, not the sport. It�d be just as easy to line them up in a tent
so people could come look. Anybody can be world champ these days if they have
the money.�

The
rookie growled. �And all this coming from someone who was once a puppet of
Biovolt, a company set on world domination who probably cheated to get as far as
they did.�

�You�re
right, we did cheat. That final during
the first team season was rigged to all hell. Each dish was specifically made
for each Biovolt blader, and yet we lost. Why?� He jerked a thumb toward Ray.
�Cause the Blade Breakers were more determined to win. The Demolition Boys had
high tech blades and years of training, but we didn�t have the experience or
the will to succeed, and we went down. Just like you will.�

�You
certainly have a lot to say for a cripple.�

�Who
says I�m a cripple. Maybe this is a weapon.� He tapped the stick against the
tiles. �To beat some sense into hot air bags like you.�

�You
saying I talk nothing but hot air?�

�What
do you know, there are brains in there
somewhere. Yes, I�m calling you nothing but hot air. At least I can back up my
claims.�

�Oh
really?� The rookie crossed his arms over his chest. �How do you know what the fans want?�

�Because
I�ve been in the public eye for years. Can�t go anywhere without the media
hounding me.� Bryan narrowed his eyes. �Besides, take a look at the network
ratings. Back before the takeover the ratings were huge. After the takeover
they�ve been plummeting, save for the few matches where my team and the teams
of these four compete.� He smirked. �I do believe that the match with the
highest rating was the first match between myself and Kon there.�

�The
one where you nearly killed him.�

�That�s
the one. And know why?� The other shook his head. �Because of the tension.
Both bladers were highly skilled, going all out in a do or die contest. There
was no mercy, no prisoners, just us and that match. The crowd were on the edge
of their seat, eyes pinned to the dish, unable to blink in case they miss
something. It was all about suspense, just who would take the next victory. And
I must say we certainly ended it with a bang.�

Ray
snorted. �We were both
unconscious.�

�Exactly
my point.� Bryan returned his attention to the rookie. �Those were the days
when it meant something to be a finalist. These days being a finalist depends on
how big your wallet is, and who wants to watch that?�

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I
think Bryan enjoyed mouthing off right there. ^_^
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