Bored, he shuffled through the corridors of the boarding school - there was absolutely nothing new for him to discover. All that prevailed was the yawning boredom and a desolate silence, which was only interrupted now and then by the loud roar of the younger ones, who started their beyblades down in the hall again.
It must have been a big mistake for him to return to school instead of continuing to devote himself to sports - a mistake that he could no longer correct.
He was on his way to his room, his hands deep in his pockets and the Discman on, when a loud scream made him start. He quickly turned in the direction from which the noise had come and could just make out a blond-haired girl who jumped down the stairs to the next floor a few meters in front of him - closely followed by 2 cursing teachers and the caretaker.
"Stand still!" you could hear the latter roar angrily, "Stand still, you damn brat."With interest, Kai left the intention to lie down in bed and just spend the rest of the evening sleeping, but followed the crowd that had just stormed past him with calm steps. It was not a great skill to know where they were at the moment - the noise they were making was unmistakable and echoed through every stone wall.
When he reached the bottom of the hall, he noticed that the bladers who were training there had also become aware of the turbulence.
Even if it violated his principles, the Russian joined Wyatt, the only student he knew anything about, and looked at him questioningly from the side.
"What's going on there?" he wanted to know, but still tried not to sound too curious - rather disturbed.
"Oh, hey Kai" he was greeted enthusiastically at first - the little one still seemed to have not given up his admiration for the former team captain of the Bladebreaker, because his eyes shone with joy while he talked to the older one "that's the usual The chase takes place here at least once a week. ""Usual chase?" repeated the Russian skeptically - what kind of madhouse he had ended up in - "what do you mean?"
"Did you see the girl?" the brown-haired one wanted to know. The man next to him replied by nodding silently "This is Jamie - she's in the top class, like you, and is the student representative at this school ..." he paused and grinned slightly proudly "... but she also uses all kinds of jokes not much of this boarding school, you have to know. "
"Then how is it that she is here at all?"
"Your parents sent you here a long time ago," came the story. "As far as I know, they are both bigwigs at the State Chancellery and have a lot to do with their jobs, so they thought it would be best to send their daughter here . "
"The best ..." Kai snorted loudly - it was never best to raise your child anywhere else and when it was under the care of even the most learned professors.He could tell a thing or two about it himself, he just had to briefly remember the abbey.
"You said something about joke" he picked up the conversation again "what is she doing?"
"Nothing bad, if that's what you're getting at" the smaller one waved him off with a smile "She's only trying to make some improvements to our boarding school, as she puts it" he laughed, "My goodness, when I have so many conversations with psychologists or teachers on myself would have to take just so I can dance around a few professors - I'd rather hang myself voluntarily. "
"What improvements does she mean?" the Russian wanted to know untouched.
"Well. For example, she is very committed to ensuring that equality prevails here - for a while there were really discriminatory teachers here who really put everyone who does not come from America down - luckily she did that changed - she made a huge commotion until the said ones resigned from their office almost voluntarily "he explained and thought for a moment" and she has wanted better canteen food for years, but has not really been able to assert herself until now.She firmly believes that our teachers throw themselves the best dishes behind their gills, while we students basically get nothing but rubbish. "
A typical "Hn" was heard, then he turned around and slowly moved away from the crowd.
"Where are you going, Kai?" - he ignored the loud voice of Wyatt, which echoed after him penetratingly.
Jamie - apparently there were still people who rebelled for their own opinion and their rights - whether victory or defeat did not matter. He had already assumed that this phenomenon was extinct. Most of the time there was only the rude authorities who told you what to do and did not tolerate any contradiction - and what was even worse - nobody bothered to get rid of this contradiction. The majority preferred to be suppressed. He was one of her too. In vain he did not look so indifferently through world history. It just didn't help him anymore to be interested in other things, other events or other people - he couldn't change any facts anyway - why should he then concern himself with the life paths of others?Looking down on the floor, he walked leisurely back to the second floor, where his room was, when caretaker Mc.Kennith came towards him, snorting like a walrus. His watermelon-like skull was reddened and not just beads of sweat, but entire streams of sweat ran down his forehead, down his face and dripped to the floor. His plump stature was probably really not made for such endurance runs as he had just had to endure.
Kai walked on in silence, very careful not to pay any attention to the older and above all smelly man, and in passing he could still use the words "'computer chips',' brat 'and' if I can get my hands on them" "from his croaking Hear voice.
A small grin spread across his face. Apparently they hadn't found Jamie yet. The girl was good - but at some point she would have to give up too - after all, she couldn't escape forever. What did she take right away again?Computer chips? Not a bad idea - with that the entire network of the boarding school was paralyzed. There were sure to be a lot of people who would do a lot to get their hands on those chips again - not a clumsy move.
When he entered his room and switched on the light, he immediately caught sight of his empty Beyblade, which rested untouched in the box on the desk. Dranzer had long since disappeared - he knew neither where nor if he would ever return to him - he only knew why the Bitbeast had left him - his abdication from the Beybladen was clearly not only displeasing to Tyson and the others of his former team. He had betrayed himself and the phoenix bitterly - so the loss of the latter should be his punishment for it.
Sighing, he ran to the device and quickly stowed it under his bed. He just couldn't and didn't want to endure this sight anymore. Dranzer had been by his side since he could remember and was probably his best friend - now he had no one left.Neither his Bitbeast nor his team - he was alone - was back at the beginning.
A tremendous pain spread in his chest when he thought of being completely on his own again in the future, without people to support him in his actions and actions. He'd betrayed everyone who'd ever got even a millimeter closer to him - maybe he was just doomed to alienate everyone and spend his life alone - he just had to put up with it, only that it hurt as hell.
As if in a trance he ran to the window and drew the curtains when he suddenly became aware of the shadowy contours of a person crouching there on the lawn of the boarding school park - only a few meters in front of him. It was a pitch-dark night, but the moon gave just enough light for the Russian to see that the stranger must be a girl. She wore the typical boarding school attire - a knee-length skirt and a wide jacket with the emblem on the back, only her hair was not tied back in a strict braid, as it was supposed to, but fell unrestrained over her shoulders.It didn't take long for him to know that the person must be Jamie. Most of the girls were already in their beds by this time or at least had disappeared into their rooms, only to be confused about make-up, boys or similar nonsense there for hours. Most of them didn't think much of the Beyblade - they absolutely hated the game - the risk of getting dirty in the affect was far too great for them. A good two thirds preferred to do rhythmic gymnastics, which in his eyes was just a pointless "running through the area and throwing a ribbon around you". Every 2 weeks at least one of them broke their foot or at least sprained it at the sports class ...
For a moment he stopped dead and watched her. He would have loved to know what she was up to this time. If he could believe Wyatt's words, then she would have something up her sleeve to change the boarding school in her own way - only what, that was the question.He shook his head angrily and pulled the curtains all the way shut with a jerk. What did he care about the plan of a stupid chick he didn't know anyway? He couldn't care less. Damn it doesn't matter. Since when did he worry about what other people around him were doing? That had to end quickly - it only brought him problems to interfere in the lives of others - problems that he did not necessarily have to have or even wanted.
Probably she had only caught his attention because she had finally made a change in this dreary wasteland of the boarding school and that, by God, not many did that. To be precise: nobody did.
Thoughtfully, he grabbed his pajamas, which were carefully folded on the small desk chair, and changed.
He would never have dared to think that he would miss the actions of his old team. Here in America, far from the home of his friends - former friends - there was nothing for him except school.His day was always the same. Get up, go to class, study and sleep. There was no one he got on really well with. Okay, there were a lot of fans of his, like Wyatt, but he also avoided them skillfully or tried to keep them as far away from himself as possible