Welcome to the UK [Chapter 2]
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esp_dragonFandom: Beyblade/ Harry Potter crossover
Summary: After arriving in the UK to promote beyblading, the Bladebreakers are kidnapped by men in black robes wanting the power of their bitbeasts. Kai isn't too pleased. Then the other people that he meets just. Aren't. Normal.
Rating: K
Notes: Set after the first season of Beyblade. Set after the either PoA or GoF. I keep on forgetting.
Genre: General/ Humour
Word count: 1,998
Status: Work in Progress
Walking around the streets, Kai found, was boring. Yes there were many sites, yes there were a lot of shops, yes you could explore. But doing that by yourself sometimes wasn't as good when you couldn't annoy someone who was with you. Not that he'd done any shopping for souvenirs or anything.
The Bladebreakers had been in London for a week now and Kai was walking around the streets. Around him, some people gave him a wide berth while others brushed past him as they walked by. Obviously the ones who stayed away were wary of his wrist-guards and unsure what to make of his 'make-up'; the others didn't even look at him. Kai guessed that he liked London because of that - he was just another (albeit slightly unusual) face in the crowd.
For the duration of their stay, Kai had been looking for some sort of hobby shop that sold beyblade pieces. It wasn't because he wanted to buy spare parts; it was because it was there was normally a beydish where customers could test out their adjustments. From what he had seen, the city was too crowded for beybladers in the streets. There was -what was it called again?- Hyde Park but that was too far from their hotel to go there all the time to be practical.
Kai knew that Johnny was from Glasgow so that meant that Great Britain knew of beyblading. Sure, Europe was usually the last in crazes and in getting technology but it seemed strange, especially after the World Championships. Or maybe it was because of the championships that there was a lot less beyblading here.
While Kai was searching, the Bladebreakers were still lying in their beds, sleeping off the mini-party that they'd had the night before. Kai wasn't quite sure what made Tyson start laughing so much that he tripped over someone's stray clothing and ended up banging his head on the door. Not that Tyson wouldn't do that normally or anything.
Unfortunately for Kai, he had somehow gotten into a part of the city that he hadn't been in before. Since it was the weekend, there was a lot of people walking to and fro from shop to shop and seemed rather unwilling to stop in their activities.
Looking at the closest building, Kai saw that it was called 'The Leaky Cauldron'. He also noticed that there was a lot less people going in and out of it. 'Cauldron. I just seem to be bumping into magical things don't I?' Kai frowned at the thought. 'If someone tries to take Dranzer again...' For reassurance, Kai stuffed his hand into his 'blade pocket; that way, he could make sure that Dranzer was safe and would also be able to launch her nearly straight away - unlike the last time.
Pushing the door open, the blue-haired blader was instantly able to see that he was in a bar. 'I may as well ask before I get thrown out.' However, as the distance between Kai and the barkeeper became smaller Kai was getting a 'bad' feeling about entering. Maybe it was because the barkeeper had a hunchback or maybe it was because Kai could tell that he was being stared at by everyone sitting at the tables. Or maybe (just maybe!) it was because nearly every single person was wearing a black cloak.
The last time Kai had seen someone wearing one of those had been a week ago and that ... person had wanted Dranzer and the other bitbeasts.
'Whatever.' It didn't matter to Kai if he didn't know exactly where he was; he should have just hailed a taxi from the start. Not even stopping, Kai spun on his heel and headed to the exit.
No-one moved to stop him.
They were still staring at him though.
Kai was reaching for the door-handle when he saw that it was already being pushed. He stepped out of the way and looked at the person who was entering. It was a blond-haired man (Kai couldn't tell just how old) wearing a black cloak (big surprise) and was holding a cane in one hand.
The man looked down at him and snorted softly. As he took in more of Kai's appearance however, Kai saw his eyes widen in... recognition? Not liking the look, Kai shoved past him into the busy road. A quick scan told him that a taxi was just coming down the road.
Raising his hand, Kai waited at the kerb for the taxi to stop in front of him. He climbed in, told the driver the name of his hotel and as the taxi pulled away, Kai looked out the back window to see the blond-haired man watching the taxi.
:-:-:
Tyson was yawning when Kai entered the room. "Hey Kai. Where you been?"
"Out."
"Kai, you've been going out every single day really early. This is supposed to be a vacation! You know, relax? Do you even know that word?"
Tyson wasn't affected by the look that Kai sent his way - he'd been seeing that look enough times already to be even be fazed.
"We're here to promote beyblading."
Rolling his eyes, Tyson replied. "Which is fun. There's no competition or anything so there's no pressure. C'mon Kai, live a little!"
"I'm sure you've seen all of the tourist sites now anyway, haven't you Kai?" Ray asked as he emerged from the bathroom, towelling his wet hair.
Kai opened his mouth but was interrupted by a knocking at the door. Shooting Tyson a look, Kai asked, "Did you phone room service?"
Shaking his head, Tyson frowned. "No. Ray went straight into the shower and Max and Kenny," he looked at their sleeping forms, "well, they couldn't do it."
Scowling, Kai thought of the last time someone had known exactly where they were; again, it came down to the men in black robes.
"Boys? I was told that you were still in your room," a familiar voice floated through the closed door.
"Mr. D!" Tyson scrambled over his bed to be the first to open the door. "What're you doing here?"
Mr. Dickinson smiled. "I've just heard that there is a small competition happening today. Are you busy?"
Tyson was quiet and then brightened. "I don't think so but Kenny'll know for sure."
"Kai, will you be joining us?"
A nod.
"Good." Mr. Dickinson smiled again. "Now, it would be unfair if you were participating but you will be giving the prizes to the winners."
"Sweet!"
:-:-:
Kai crossed his arms as he watched the two beybladers battle it out. It was the final match and Kai was becoming a little bored. The people around him were cheering and shouting for their favourite. Suddenly feeling an urge to get a drink (sitting so close to the noise was also starting to give him a headache) Kai stood and walked out of the stadium-like area.
When he reached the place where the refreshments were, Kai saw that there was no-one there.
"Hey, you, mudblood!" a voice behind him called out.
Ignoring the strange shout, Kai grabbed a can and left the change on the table. He walked past a blond-haired boy... in a black robe.
"It's obvious you're a mudblood if you ignored it," the boy sneered. "Or are you a squib?"
There was no one else around so the boy had to have been talking to Kai. 'Mudblood. Squib. Muggle. Why am I always the one who keeps getting called by someone else's name?'
Glaring at the boy, Kai ground out, "My name is Kai Hiwatari. Do you mind or can you leave me alone?"
The boy raised an eyebrow. "I know you're called Kai Hiwatari; my father told me about you."
Kai thought of the first person that he met who was wearing a black robe. "Your father was the red-eyed man?"
"No," the boy said shortly. He continued on proudly, "I'm a Malfoy. My father met you at 'The Leaky Cauldron'."
"He was the blond-haired man?"
"Yes."
"And? A lot of people know about me; I'm famous."
"No, you're not."
Kai raised an eyebrow in response. "I'm the leader of the world's best beyblading team. Nearly everywhere I go, I'm recognised."
"Well my family is one of the most pureblooded families in the wizarding world."
A carefully blank face. "You think that magic is real as well. Are you part of some cult or something? 'The Leaky Cauldron' is where you meet?"
"Were you raised as a muggle? Of course magic is real."
Again, that word: muggle. Did these 'wizards' have their own terminology for everything as well?
"Prove it to me then. Wave your magic wand and show me." Kai crossed his arms expectantly.
"I can't. I'm not allowed to."
Kai began to walk away. "Of course not."
"I would but I'm not allowed to do any magic out of school," Malfoy tried to explain. "Everyone knows you can't do magic out of school until you come of age. Even if you were homeschooled."
"I was never taught your 'magic'. Or any kind of magic," Kai said over his shoulder.
"But you were able to get into 'The Leaky Cauldron' so that means you have magic," Malfoy said slowly.
"Riiight."
There was a slight pause. "How are you still alive after declining The Dark Lord's offer?"
Kai stopped. "Who's that?"
"You... don't know? You really were raised by muggles." A contemplative pause. "He was the one with red eyes."
Snorting, Kai said, "He tried to use Dranzer and I didn't let him. It was left at that." Who cared that he'd left the other details out?
"Draco." Turning around, Kai saw that it was the blond-haired man from before. "Ah, Mr. Hiwatari, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance again," he said, nodding his head towards Kai.
The cheering coming from the stadium was becoming louder.
"Hn."
"My lord would want you to reconsider your answer to his request."
Kai snorted. His request was tying them up, keeping them in a room and then threatening to harm his teammates if he didn't do as he was told. Kai had already slipped his hand into his 'blade pocket.
"It's staying as no," Kai said bluntly.
The cheering hit a crescendo.
"Unfortunate. Maybe your death will let your friends feel less inclined to come to the same decision as you," the blond-haired man pulled a stick from a pocket but Kai was ready for him.
"Ava-"
Kai yanked the shooter rack out of the launcher. Dranzer hit the hand that was holding the stick and it was dropped. As Dranzer glowed and prepared to emerge, Kai heard someone running up the corridor behind him. Looking behind him showed that it was Tyson; as he did so, Kai was aware of a small 'pop'.
Tyson slowed down as he neared his team leader. "Kai," he whined, "this is a vacation! How many times do I have to tell you? Now stop training."
Frowning, Kai looked over his shoulder to where Dranzer was; she was still spinning but she was also alone. The stick wasn't even on the ground.
"C'mon Kai, we've gotta give the prize to the winner." Tyson attempted to grab Kai's arm to start dragging him but he was deftly dodged. There was a slap of metal on flesh as Dranzer returned to Kai's hand. "Come on!"
:-:-:
The girl squealed as she got her prize: a voucher for upgrades for her beyblade. Kai suspected it wasn't because of that but because she was going to be in the paper next to the Bladebreakers the next day.
Looking away from the flashing cameras, Kai saw one person standing nervously in the crowd. He was easily noticeable because he was at least double the age of the people around him. And he was wearing a black robe. Kai's eyes blinked as light bounced off something metal in the person's hand. When he looked again, the person was gone.
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Summary: After arriving in the UK to promote beyblading, the Bladebreakers are kidnapped by men in black robes wanting the power of their bitbeasts. Kai isn't too pleased. Then the other people that he meets just. Aren't. Normal.
Rating: K
Notes: Set after the first season of Beyblade. Set after the either PoA or GoF. I keep on forgetting.
Genre: General/ Humour
Word count: 1,998
Status: Work in Progress
Walking around the streets, Kai found, was boring. Yes there were many sites, yes there were a lot of shops, yes you could explore. But doing that by yourself sometimes wasn't as good when you couldn't annoy someone who was with you. Not that he'd done any shopping for souvenirs or anything.
The Bladebreakers had been in London for a week now and Kai was walking around the streets. Around him, some people gave him a wide berth while others brushed past him as they walked by. Obviously the ones who stayed away were wary of his wrist-guards and unsure what to make of his 'make-up'; the others didn't even look at him. Kai guessed that he liked London because of that - he was just another (albeit slightly unusual) face in the crowd.
For the duration of their stay, Kai had been looking for some sort of hobby shop that sold beyblade pieces. It wasn't because he wanted to buy spare parts; it was because it was there was normally a beydish where customers could test out their adjustments. From what he had seen, the city was too crowded for beybladers in the streets. There was -what was it called again?- Hyde Park but that was too far from their hotel to go there all the time to be practical.
Kai knew that Johnny was from Glasgow so that meant that Great Britain knew of beyblading. Sure, Europe was usually the last in crazes and in getting technology but it seemed strange, especially after the World Championships. Or maybe it was because of the championships that there was a lot less beyblading here.
While Kai was searching, the Bladebreakers were still lying in their beds, sleeping off the mini-party that they'd had the night before. Kai wasn't quite sure what made Tyson start laughing so much that he tripped over someone's stray clothing and ended up banging his head on the door. Not that Tyson wouldn't do that normally or anything.
Unfortunately for Kai, he had somehow gotten into a part of the city that he hadn't been in before. Since it was the weekend, there was a lot of people walking to and fro from shop to shop and seemed rather unwilling to stop in their activities.
Looking at the closest building, Kai saw that it was called 'The Leaky Cauldron'. He also noticed that there was a lot less people going in and out of it. 'Cauldron. I just seem to be bumping into magical things don't I?' Kai frowned at the thought. 'If someone tries to take Dranzer again...' For reassurance, Kai stuffed his hand into his 'blade pocket; that way, he could make sure that Dranzer was safe and would also be able to launch her nearly straight away - unlike the last time.
Pushing the door open, the blue-haired blader was instantly able to see that he was in a bar. 'I may as well ask before I get thrown out.' However, as the distance between Kai and the barkeeper became smaller Kai was getting a 'bad' feeling about entering. Maybe it was because the barkeeper had a hunchback or maybe it was because Kai could tell that he was being stared at by everyone sitting at the tables. Or maybe (just maybe!) it was because nearly every single person was wearing a black cloak.
The last time Kai had seen someone wearing one of those had been a week ago and that ... person had wanted Dranzer and the other bitbeasts.
'Whatever.' It didn't matter to Kai if he didn't know exactly where he was; he should have just hailed a taxi from the start. Not even stopping, Kai spun on his heel and headed to the exit.
No-one moved to stop him.
They were still staring at him though.
Kai was reaching for the door-handle when he saw that it was already being pushed. He stepped out of the way and looked at the person who was entering. It was a blond-haired man (Kai couldn't tell just how old) wearing a black cloak (big surprise) and was holding a cane in one hand.
The man looked down at him and snorted softly. As he took in more of Kai's appearance however, Kai saw his eyes widen in... recognition? Not liking the look, Kai shoved past him into the busy road. A quick scan told him that a taxi was just coming down the road.
Raising his hand, Kai waited at the kerb for the taxi to stop in front of him. He climbed in, told the driver the name of his hotel and as the taxi pulled away, Kai looked out the back window to see the blond-haired man watching the taxi.
Tyson was yawning when Kai entered the room. "Hey Kai. Where you been?"
"Out."
"Kai, you've been going out every single day really early. This is supposed to be a vacation! You know, relax? Do you even know that word?"
Tyson wasn't affected by the look that Kai sent his way - he'd been seeing that look enough times already to be even be fazed.
"We're here to promote beyblading."
Rolling his eyes, Tyson replied. "Which is fun. There's no competition or anything so there's no pressure. C'mon Kai, live a little!"
"I'm sure you've seen all of the tourist sites now anyway, haven't you Kai?" Ray asked as he emerged from the bathroom, towelling his wet hair.
Kai opened his mouth but was interrupted by a knocking at the door. Shooting Tyson a look, Kai asked, "Did you phone room service?"
Shaking his head, Tyson frowned. "No. Ray went straight into the shower and Max and Kenny," he looked at their sleeping forms, "well, they couldn't do it."
Scowling, Kai thought of the last time someone had known exactly where they were; again, it came down to the men in black robes.
"Boys? I was told that you were still in your room," a familiar voice floated through the closed door.
"Mr. D!" Tyson scrambled over his bed to be the first to open the door. "What're you doing here?"
Mr. Dickinson smiled. "I've just heard that there is a small competition happening today. Are you busy?"
Tyson was quiet and then brightened. "I don't think so but Kenny'll know for sure."
"Kai, will you be joining us?"
A nod.
"Good." Mr. Dickinson smiled again. "Now, it would be unfair if you were participating but you will be giving the prizes to the winners."
"Sweet!"
Kai crossed his arms as he watched the two beybladers battle it out. It was the final match and Kai was becoming a little bored. The people around him were cheering and shouting for their favourite. Suddenly feeling an urge to get a drink (sitting so close to the noise was also starting to give him a headache) Kai stood and walked out of the stadium-like area.
When he reached the place where the refreshments were, Kai saw that there was no-one there.
"Hey, you, mudblood!" a voice behind him called out.
Ignoring the strange shout, Kai grabbed a can and left the change on the table. He walked past a blond-haired boy... in a black robe.
"It's obvious you're a mudblood if you ignored it," the boy sneered. "Or are you a squib?"
There was no one else around so the boy had to have been talking to Kai. 'Mudblood. Squib. Muggle. Why am I always the one who keeps getting called by someone else's name?'
Glaring at the boy, Kai ground out, "My name is Kai Hiwatari. Do you mind or can you leave me alone?"
The boy raised an eyebrow. "I know you're called Kai Hiwatari; my father told me about you."
Kai thought of the first person that he met who was wearing a black robe. "Your father was the red-eyed man?"
"No," the boy said shortly. He continued on proudly, "I'm a Malfoy. My father met you at 'The Leaky Cauldron'."
"He was the blond-haired man?"
"Yes."
"And? A lot of people know about me; I'm famous."
"No, you're not."
Kai raised an eyebrow in response. "I'm the leader of the world's best beyblading team. Nearly everywhere I go, I'm recognised."
"Well my family is one of the most pureblooded families in the wizarding world."
A carefully blank face. "You think that magic is real as well. Are you part of some cult or something? 'The Leaky Cauldron' is where you meet?"
"Were you raised as a muggle? Of course magic is real."
Again, that word: muggle. Did these 'wizards' have their own terminology for everything as well?
"Prove it to me then. Wave your magic wand and show me." Kai crossed his arms expectantly.
"I can't. I'm not allowed to."
Kai began to walk away. "Of course not."
"I would but I'm not allowed to do any magic out of school," Malfoy tried to explain. "Everyone knows you can't do magic out of school until you come of age. Even if you were homeschooled."
"I was never taught your 'magic'. Or any kind of magic," Kai said over his shoulder.
"But you were able to get into 'The Leaky Cauldron' so that means you have magic," Malfoy said slowly.
"Riiight."
There was a slight pause. "How are you still alive after declining The Dark Lord's offer?"
Kai stopped. "Who's that?"
"You... don't know? You really were raised by muggles." A contemplative pause. "He was the one with red eyes."
Snorting, Kai said, "He tried to use Dranzer and I didn't let him. It was left at that." Who cared that he'd left the other details out?
"Draco." Turning around, Kai saw that it was the blond-haired man from before. "Ah, Mr. Hiwatari, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance again," he said, nodding his head towards Kai.
The cheering coming from the stadium was becoming louder.
"Hn."
"My lord would want you to reconsider your answer to his request."
Kai snorted. His request was tying them up, keeping them in a room and then threatening to harm his teammates if he didn't do as he was told. Kai had already slipped his hand into his 'blade pocket.
"It's staying as no," Kai said bluntly.
The cheering hit a crescendo.
"Unfortunate. Maybe your death will let your friends feel less inclined to come to the same decision as you," the blond-haired man pulled a stick from a pocket but Kai was ready for him.
"Ava-"
Kai yanked the shooter rack out of the launcher. Dranzer hit the hand that was holding the stick and it was dropped. As Dranzer glowed and prepared to emerge, Kai heard someone running up the corridor behind him. Looking behind him showed that it was Tyson; as he did so, Kai was aware of a small 'pop'.
Tyson slowed down as he neared his team leader. "Kai," he whined, "this is a vacation! How many times do I have to tell you? Now stop training."
Frowning, Kai looked over his shoulder to where Dranzer was; she was still spinning but she was also alone. The stick wasn't even on the ground.
"C'mon Kai, we've gotta give the prize to the winner." Tyson attempted to grab Kai's arm to start dragging him but he was deftly dodged. There was a slap of metal on flesh as Dranzer returned to Kai's hand. "Come on!"
The girl squealed as she got her prize: a voucher for upgrades for her beyblade. Kai suspected it wasn't because of that but because she was going to be in the paper next to the Bladebreakers the next day.
Looking away from the flashing cameras, Kai saw one person standing nervously in the crowd. He was easily noticeable because he was at least double the age of the people around him. And he was wearing a black robe. Kai's eyes blinked as light bounced off something metal in the person's hand. When he looked again, the person was gone.