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| - As the sun peered through blinded windows, a familiar brown haired male slept soundly in bed. Facial hair had begun to show, and his signature googles laid on his face. Whilst mismatched clothing sprawled across the floor, a red bakugan appeared to be meditating on the bedside table. Unfortunately, the sight of her son’s room wasn’t pleasant for Miyoki Kuso to walk in on. “DANIEL KUSO WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!!” She screamed with a door slam. Dan immediately sprung from the covers in nothing but boxers. “WAH, BURGULAR THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!!" Though after his eyes adjusted, he noticed it was his mother’s glare. “Oh…hehe hey mom, sorry you startled me,” Dan sighed whilst rubbing his neck. Miyoki simply rolled her eyes in annoyance, “Geez Daniel, you’ve only been home a couple of days and this room is atrocious. You’re a man now, so don’t think im cleaning this up.” From the bedside Drago couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes Daniel, be grateful to your mother for her lenience till we find our own place." “Oh, very smooth Drago ha-ha,” Dan joked with a sneer at his partner. Miyoki brushed her brown hair behind her ear, “Just be sure this is cleaned up at some point today. Isn’t it time for that Exhibition Match of yours?” Dan’s mouth gaped to the floor as he eyed his clock, 8.50am. “Crap oh crap, the match starts in 10 minutes, Drago we gotta go!!” he exclaimed. Dan grabbed whatever clothes were clean and sped to the bathroom, Miyoki’s eyebrows twitching as she halted Drago. “You’d better get his language under control,” She said sternly. “Y-Yes Mrs Kuso you have nothing to worry about,” Drago replied nervously… After 5 minutes of rushed dressing and leftover waffles for breakfast. Dan rushed from the house in his new clothes and Drago on his shoulder. His new attire consisted of: A black t shirt with the red Pyrus logo, an unzipped long sleeved red hoodie, navy pants, fingerless gloves, red/black sneakers and the signature googles on his forehead. Dan checked the Bakucolar on his wrist, “Aww crap only 5 minutes im gonna be late, Keith’s gonna be Mad.” “Not to mention the spectators also,” added Drago smugly. "Aww, you’re not helping buddy, Dan grumbled as he prepped onto his bike. “Ugh, wouldn’t it be easier to take the car or use m….” Drago’s words ceased as Dan hastily peddled toward Interspace. Unbeknownst to the pair, they sped past the cloaked figure on the bench. His red eyes narrowed as an Aquos bakugan emerged from his cloak. “Well, are we going after the speeding buffoon?” it asked in a feminine voice. “Use your brain Aquas, he’s the one we’re after remember?” Munikis grumbled, the ball formed Bakugan butted heads in a comical manner. “Guys really? Can’t you get along with anyone for just a moment Munikis?” exclaimed Dragaon. The cloaked male sighed as he rose from the bench. “Easy now my friends, let’s just watch from the sidelines for now. I wouldn’t mind watching this Anniversary Match.” At his word, the bakugan ceased their fighting. “Yes Boss,” they replied in unison. A few minutes later in Interspace… The scene opened up to a brightly lit battle arena. Filled with seats of anxious, screaming fans that surrounded it. Above the field, a giant plasma screen flashed '‘Exhibition Match' 'Top Battle Brawler Dan Kuso vs Masked Marauder Spectra Phantom. Who will claim victory?!’ ‘Ugh, couldn’t they have come up with a title than Masked Marauder?” The grumble belonged to none other than Spectra, or rather Keith Clay from his pedestal. His blonde hair was as spiked as usual, and his Darkus themed trench coat was prominent as ever. He’d yet to put on his mask till the battle started, hence his blue eyes were cooed by the lady fans. Helios, or rather newly evolved Onyx Helios remained perched on his shoulder. “Tsk, where is Kuso and Drago? I wanna start this match and show off my new power,” he muttered. “Hmm an excellent question Helios, most logical answer is Kuso slept in again,” Spectra chuckled at Helios’s pouting. From the middle row seats, Shun and Marucho sat eagerly amongst the boisterous crowd. Floating above their shoulders were their newly evolved old partners Mistral Skyress, and Atlantic Preyas. “Man, I can’t believe Dan’s running late again, I went over the times with him twice already” Marucho groaned whilst adjusting his glasses. He’d grown slightly taller: Adorning a white polo shirt with light blue edging and Aquos symbol on the back, beige shorts and blue and white shoes. Shun remained silent and sat cross legged. His raven hair reached his shoulders and he wore: a dark green sleeveless top, a black haori with dark green lining and Ventus symbol on the back, cream coloured pants with golden streaks, grey shoes, and grey fingerless gloves. “Eek, I think I can hear the whispers now. Soon riots with be upon us and we’ll held hostage by crazed fangirls,” Preyas exaggerated as he flailed from his thoughts. “Preyas, I think you’re over exaggerating your imagination. Dan and Drago will be here soon enough, they simply won’t miss a brawl,’’ reassured Skyress. Shun’s gaze narrowed at the opposing side of the field, “He’d better make his appearance shortly. Otherwise they will start causing ruckus again.” Marucho looked puzzled till he noticed whom Shun was looking at. There was a secluded area of seats where a group of brawlers were sitting. Though they were difficult to make out due to the crowd, one of the males caught Shun’s gaze with a smirk. “Hmm, are you talking about the newbies Silver Dusk? I suppose they’ve been getting high rankings lately,” Marucho mumbled. As if on cue, the doors opened to the empty pedestal; A running dust cloud emerged from the light. “Heeeeyyy, sorry I’m la…thud.” Dan stopped mid-sentence as his face met the floor. The crowd fell silent with murmurs and giggles: Shun stared blankly, Marucho withheld his laughter, and Spectra just sighed. Yet Dan simply flew back up in a comical manner, Drago floating beside with a sigh. “Dan you just made a fool of yourself in front of the audience.” Dan just rubbed his now bruised nose, “Ah well, now I’m here let’s get this started!” He beckoned as the crowd began to cheer. From the ref stand, Julie giggled in her journalist getup as she grasped the microphone. “All right ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. After a short delay from a certain brawler, it’s time for the Exhibition Match in honor of Bakugan Interspace's 6th Anniversary since its establishment!!” The crowd erupted yet again, Shun and Marucho avoiding thrown popcorn as the pedestals rose into the air. “To my left we have the big shot scientist with those spiky locks, Spectra Phantom!!” Julie boomed as Spectra bowed with a grin, prepping his mask with its blue eye glow. “And to my right, returning after a years’ worth training to lead the Battle Brawlers, its Dan Kuuuusssoo!!” Julie’s voice was overpowered by the excited cheers. Dan couldn’t help but grin, “Well then Keith, it’s been awhile you know, since we last fought like this? Spectra returned with his prideful smirk, “Why of course Dan, you've been laying low these past few years. What’d you expect of me?” The tension slowly began to build as the field morphed into a Colosseum type structure. “Heh the nostalgia of this place Kuso, it’s painful but also an intriguing sense,” Said Spectra. “Yeah, well that’s all in the past. This is now, and im kind of keen on winning,” boasted Dan. “Heh we’ll see about that right Helios?” Spectra questioned his eager companion. “Of course Spectra, you’ll be the first to witness my new power Drago,” exclaimed Helios. “Oh really? Then bring it on my friend,” replied Drago. The two brawlers readied themselves as Julie spoke loud and clear, “Now that our fields in play, it’s time to braaaawwwlll!!"
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