Beyblade Burst Adventures

The Very New, Very Strange, Very Awkward

In which we see a very new, strange and awkward thing for Theodore Glass... Um... Flirting. (Theodore x Kurt, Kurt is Theodore's age in this. OOC Kurt and Theodore, most likely. It seems weird, but bear with me!)

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"Red Eye." I growl out, watching as he turns to face me with an indifferent, stony expression. "We meet at last. Now you're going to pay for making the Bladers of my underground kingdom look weak."

"Humph. I didn't make them look weak, they did that on their own." He retorts. "And just like them, you'll fall to the Requiem with no fight. If I were you, I'd run back to the sewers and hide."

"Why you- I'll make you eat those words!" I yell, taking a step forward before someone comes between us. My gaze meets a pair of teal eyes and I frown, stepping back to get a look at their owner.

His skin is pale, but not to the same extent as mine. His hair is multiple colors like mine, white at the bottom, gold in the middle, and brown at the top. His suit suggests a more formal approach, probably a business man or team manager.

His teal eyes skim over me and he tilts his head ever so slightly, asking in a silky, soft voice that's just eerie enough to make my heart pound a bit faster. "Is there a problem, Mister Baratier?"

"... No." I huff, unable to muster a glare to shoot this man.

"Really? Because it seems to me like you were about to harm one of my Bladers."

"You know him?" I huff, receiving a single nod in reply. "Shame."

"I think the shame is that you're so petty that you can't even be the bigger person and ignore the jeering of a child, no matter how true it may be." He retorts coolly, smirking when my jaw drops.

"I... You... How do you... What do..." I struggle to come up with a rebuff of my own, but nothing comes to me. He smirks even more, closing his eyes and letting out a smug chuckle.

"I see. Someone seems at a loss for words." He turns to Red Eye, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him away. "Come along, Red Eye. We need to start your training."

I stare after the man as he walks away, my jaw still hanging open and my eyes feeling the size of saucers. Of all the thoughts buzzing in my brain, the one standing out the most escapes my lips.

"Whoa... That was sexy..."

(Theodore) "That was certainly dull. I expected more fire from the old number one Blader of the world." Red Eye grunts in response, completely uninterested. "Quite pathetic that he would try to settle things outside of the stadium." I glance down at Red Eye, meeting his gaze. "Fighting an eleven-year-old... How horrible."

"I would have beat him."

I chuckle, looking ahead. "Oh? Clearly I've underestimated you, then."

Truthfully, I don't know how Red Eye would have intended on beating a grown, 6-something-foot man in a fist fight... But it's amusing to imagine.

Later on lunch comes, and since Red Eye and Norman refuse to stop training I settle for getting them some lunch from the restaurant down the street from our hotel. I get a chicken salad for myself, and chicken sandwiches for Norman and Red Eye.

I can't believe both of the sandwiches were cheaper than the salad. It makes no sense. I shake my head and roll my eyes. Whatever, I suppose. At least it wasn't expensive.

I stop in front of the elevator, pushing the button that calls it back to this floor. I tap my foot a bit as I wait, but after a few minutes I turn around, looking down the hall at Kurt Baratier.